ok this is a fail comic. why? because upon finishing up (it’s not completely done haha ;-;) I realized that these aren’t visually funny (darn). But I thought I’d post it anyway 8n8 cause it would be a waste if i didn’t. Damn BGs im eternally bad at them *shakes fist*.
From The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Short Stories
by Ursula Le Guin
With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the
city Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In
the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens
and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved. Some were
decorous: old people in long stiff robes of mauve and grey, grave master workmen, quiet, merry
women carrying their babies and chatting as they walked. In other streets the music beat faster, a
shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing, the procession was a dance.
Children dodged in and out, their high calls rising like the swallows’ crossing flights, over the
music and the singing. All the processions wound towards the north side of the city, where on the
great water-meadow called the Green’ Fields boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mudstained
feet and ankles and long, lithe arms, exercised their restive horses before the race. The
horses wore no gear at all but a halter without bit. Their manes were braided with streamers of
silver, gold, and green. They flared their nostrils and pranced and boasted to one another; they
were vastly excited, the horse being the only animal who has adopted our ceremonies as his own.
Far off to the north and west the mountains stood up half encircling Omelas on her bay. The air
of morning was so clear that the snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold
fire across the miles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. There was just enough wind to
make the banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the
broad green meadows one could hear the music winding through the city streets, farther and
nearer and ever approaching, a cheerful faint sweetness of the air that from time to time trembled
and gathered together and broke out into the great joyous clanging of the bells.
Dan brags that his blowjobs could turn any guy gay. Unfortunately for him, his friends put this to the test and lock him in a closet…
“My blowjobs are so good, they’d probably turn a straight guy gay!”
That was the comment I had made during gym. It was also the reason I was currently locked in a locker room closet with Phil Lester. Who was, by the way, the school’s straightest heartthrob, and my least favourite classmate. I really needed better friends.
“So you’re telling me that Chris and your other groupies pushed me into this closet so that you could blow me?!”
I winced at Phil’s shrill screech. “If you could not shriek at me, that’d be great. I happen to like my hearing.” I mumbled from my place on the closet floor. “Look, they aren’t going to let us out until we do it, so can we just get it over with so that I can rush home and wash out my mouth?”
He flattened himself to the wall, wide-eyed. “No!”
“What other ideas do you have to get out of here, then?”
“I…” He stopped, a perplexed look overtaking his frantic one. “Are they really not going to unlock the door? Even if we wait?”
“Last month I claimed that I could eat anything. They trapped me inside of my bathroom with a platter of raw worms and crickets, everything completely drenched in hot sauce. I waited for three hours, but they didn’t let me out until I’d licked the plate clean.”
He tried to recoil further, but he was already up against the wall. “You’re not making me want your mouth all over me, Howell. That’s disgusting!”
“You’re telling me!” I groaned, getting pretty tired of fighting. “Just let me take control, and it’ll be over before you know it.”
He clenched his eyes shut, staying silent for several minutes before stepping away from the wall tentatively. “Fine… But you can’t tell everyone about this.” He muttered, watching me warily.
“Noted.” I sighed, closing my eyes and forcing myself into my sexual headspace. Then I reopened them, taking in Phil’s frame. He has nice curves, I decided, licking my lips instinctively as my gaze roamed over his hips. Good legs, too.
I crawled towards him on my hands and knees. He let out a startled squeak as my hands found his hips, pushing them back against the wall. His scent filled my nose, musky and slightly sweaty due to the gym class last period. It was exciting, causing heat to spiral down and in between my legs.
Whining softly, I glided my hands up and down his sides and over his chest, trying to feel every part of him I could reach. Then I pressed my nose to the front of his jeans in search of more of his smell. Phil jumped, gasping harshly when I nuzzled his half-hard length through his clothes.
“Do you want me to do it, or you?” I murmured, playing with the waistband of his jeans. Phil gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing but no sound escaping. Trailing my fingers daintily across his stomach, I leaned against his thigh to look up at him as innocently as I could. “I don’t mind doing it for you.”
“I-I… Um… Sure?” He squeaked. My fingers hooked into his belt loops, pulling them down and searching each bit of newly exposed skin as they slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles. He kicked them off, glancing my way as if I was going to attack him once he was done. I simply pressed him back against the wall again.
He hissed as his bare legs met the wall, pressing up against my firm grip. “It’s cold!”
“You’ll warm up quickly, don’t you worry,” I chuckled. I focused my gaze on the outline of his semi through his boxers, which clung tightly to his thighs. Below the dark material was a seemingly endless supply of pale, unmarked skin. I decided that a slow buildup would be the best approach.
I pressed open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thighs to test his limits, tasting his skin with my tongue. Phil took a sharp intake of breath, trembling with the strain of keeping himself still. I moved slowly up from his knees to the top of his thighs. Then I took a quick detour to explore his hips, unable to resist digging my teeth into the taut skin there.
“Did you just bite me?” He stared down at me as I traced the blossoming mark with my finger.
“Mmhmm…” I decided that the dark bruises looked nice on his pale skin, so I tugged at the fabric of his boxers. “May I?”
He closed his eyes and nodded, his breathing getting heavier as I removed the last bit of clothing between my mouth and him. Then I moved to decorate the skin with more marks. Each time I bit down, a soft “ha” escaped from his lips.
“H-how am I-ha-going t-to explain these marks tomorrow?” He managed, squirming under my grip. A smirk tugged at my lips as I surveyed my work, pleased that the bruises were scattered both above and below where his gym shorts would be as well as along his v-line.
“Guess you’ll get to tell everyone that you snagged a hot boy…” I snickered quietly as Phil let out an indignant squeak and slapped my arm. “What? I’m hot, admit it!”
“You wish!” He scoffed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he avoided my eyes. Interesting. I trailed a finger over the various bruises, before rubbing his base teasingly.
“Dan!” He hissed, curling his fingers into fists against the wall as my hand ran up and down his length. I leaned forwards, carefully, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of precum gathering at his tip.
Phil keened, bucking his hips forwards suddenly so that my tongue slid along the bottom of his length. As soon as he’d realized what he’d done though, he flushed red and leaned back against the wall.
I just chuckled and used my hands to steady him before wrapping my lips around his tip. I couldn’t help but mewl as the salty flavour spread across my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the loud whimper Phil emitted.
“D-Dan… Stop teasing…” He managed, struggling against where I was holding him from pressing forwards. I pulled off, doing the opposite of what he had asked. Instead, I pressed wet kisses along the side of his length. “Howell!” He spluttered uselessly.
Giggling, I glanced up to his incredibly red face. “Something wrong?” I purred. He just glared down at me, his fingers twitching like he wanted to just grab my head and make me obey him. Heat swirled low in my stomach at the thought.
“You are such a tease.” Phil muttered, and I couldn’t help but notice how much lower and more gravelly his voice had gone. Swallowing roughly, I tried to stay on top of the rushing images in my head.
“I just know how to get you all worked up,” I winked. He spluttered again, beginning to growl something about how annoyingly cocky I was. I cut him off by suddenly lurching forwards and taking him into my mouth.
He swore, loudly, and his hands flew forwards to tangle in my hair. Blunt fingernails scraped my scalp as his fingers curled to grip my brown locks, tugging my mouth forwards. His hips jerked a bit as a moan pushed its way up my throat.
We both paused for breath. Phil panted heavily above me, while I forced myself to breathe through my nose. When I finally glanced up to his face, I couldn’t help the choked whine that escaped.
His head had fallen to the side, bright crimson cheeks underlining his darkened blue eyes as they locked with mine. I was slightly aware of my hands falling from his hips. He must have suddenly realized that I was breathing quite heavily through my nose, because he tugged my hair until I moved my mouth off of him.
I gasped for breath, aware that Phil hadn’t let go of his grip on my curls. If anything, he seemed to have tightened it, as if he was afraid I’d run away.
“J-Jesus, Phil…” I managed, lust and want rushing through my veins. He seemed to decide that I wasn’t mad at him, removing his hands to unbutton his shirt. I watched him quizzically.
“Hot in here,” He stated gruffly, pushing the material off of his shoulders and cautiously pushing his fingers back through my curls. “Is this okay?”
“Mmh…” I mumbled, leaning up into the touch. My jeans felt tight and uncomfortable, and now that he mentioned it, hot and sweaty. “I wanna strip too.”
“Are you asking for permission?”
“Yeah, can I?” He nodded, releasing my hair again so that I could shuffle away a few steps. I made quick work of my shirt, fumbling a bit with my belt before finally kicking off my jeans, leaving my underwear on.
Instantly I scrambled forwards to take him into my mouth again, moaning when he bumped the back of my throat. I was vaguely aware of Phil murmuring praise, each quiet word shooting down my spine to join the jumble of arousal filling my lower body. He slid in and out of my mouth slowly as I relaxed my jaw.
“So pretty like this,” He murmured, tugging my hair to guide me forwards again. I took advantage of his newly exposed skin, using my hands to explore his chest and sides as he controlled the movement of my head.
“Wanna touch myself…” I whined, increasingly aware of the pressure on my length. Phil tutted, glancing down at where I was shifting against the hard tile floor. Immediately I stopped and blushed.
“No, want to see you come untouched like the slut you are.”
My hips jerked at the unexpected command, but I managed to pull myself together with a strangled sounding whine. Phil hummed approvingly. Pulling my hair back, I felt him push in deeper at the new angle, until I was deepthroating his length with my nose pressed against his base. The same musky smell from before filled my nose, and I moaned appreciatively as he pulled back out and repeated the motion.
“Gonna come just from me using your mouth, yeah? Only I get to use you like this?” His voice was a low growl, possessively commanding my thoughts.
“Yes! Please… Use me, I’m… your… toy!” I begged in between thrusts, climbing towards my climax much faster now that he was saying such things like that. Phil huffed out a laugh, clearly amused by how effectively he’d managed to take control.
“Good boy,” He murmured gently, holding my head still as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat. It was weird, the way he effortlessly switched from commands and degradation to soft praising whispers, but it seemed that my body reacted strongly to pretty much any talk during such intimate moments.
His heavy breathing brought my eyes back to his face. “I-I’m-” He gasped suddenly, breaking off his sentence and pulling me harshly forwards as he fell over the edge. Hot liquid streaked over my tongue and down my throat, Phil’s breathless moans and praise filling my ears.
Then I was coming suddenly, pleasure spiking in my body as my orgasm racked through me. Mine was much quieter than his, considering that I had a slowly softening length filling my mouth, the last bit of his come disappearing down my throat as I swallowed around my noises.
He pushed my lips off of him wearily as he came down from his high, slumping against the wall and sliding down to sit in front of me. I squirmed in my soiled underwear, not quite sure whether to go to him or not. Thankfully, Phil decided for me by motioning me forwards and allowing me to collapse against his chest.
“Did you actually come from that?” He murmured, pressing his heated palm to my sensitive scalp. I pressed up into the touch.
“Mmh.. maybe…” My voice was raspy, almost hoarse. I blushed as he chuckled. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes, brushing his fingers delicately over my abused curls. Then he turned to look at me with a gentle smile.
“Please,” I mumbled, a bit embarrassed. He stood and went to the back of the closet, rummaging through a bin of towels while I took the chance to admire his body from behind. Turning, he offered me one to wrap around my waist to conceal the dark patch on my front. Once we were both covered, with his towel hiked a bit higher to cover the bruises, we tried the door. It opened easily. I chose not to think about when Chris had come to unlock it.
Phil ushered me through the locker room, grabbing his bag from a bench nearby and following me to the showers. The spray was warm and inviting, and Phil dropped his towel without much hesitation before stepping in with a content sigh. I followed, kicking off my underwear and throwing my towel to the side.
His eyes roamed over my frame before reaching out and pulling me under the water with him. I collided with his chest, nearly knocking him backwards and causing giggles to bubble up from our throats.
“This is nice,” Phil murmured, reaching for the shampoo and rubbing it into my hair. I hummed, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling of his fingers in my hair.
“Mm..” His breath moved to the side of my neck, tingles erupting where his lips barely brushed the skin. I bit my lip as teeth scraped over the same spot, knowing that he was going to leave a mark. I probably deserved it for marking him up so much. He took a deep breath when he was done. “You smell a bit like strawberries.”
I couldn’t help but snort at that. “I’m pretty sure I smell like sex, actually.” He swatted my arm, and I opened my eyes as he giggled, his tongue between his teeth. A smile tugged at my lips. “You have a nice laugh…”
“You have an amazing mouth.” He retorted, smirking despite the blush creeping up the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but wink.
“Oh, I’m sure my mouth can do more than that.” Phil swatted my arm again, pushing me under the spray and causing shampoo to run in rivulets down my face and neck. “Hey!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut to avoid getting it in my eyes. The sweet smelling suds had almost disappeared when I felt his hands slide around my waist, tugging me closer.
I’m not sure who kissed who first, but it was sweet and gentle and not at all heated or sexual. He tasted like peaches. Who gave him the right to taste so good? I cringed internally when I realized what I probably tasted like, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back slowly, seemingly trying to catch his breath but leaning back in to press quick pecks to the corners of my mouth before resting his forehead against mine.
“I think I like boys.”
A soft smile tugged at my lips. “You think so?” He pulled me back for another delicate kiss, breathing a word into the tiny gap between our mouths.
So I was just thinking and what if the paladins decide to play truth or dare in the main room (Allura and Coran observe). And someone, maybe Pidge, dares Lance to spend 1 hour in a closet with the person he hates most. His face suddenly goes from panicked to blank before he stands up.
She assumes that Lance will grab Keith, so it’s a suprise when Lance just leaves. Everyone calls after him but he continues to walk away from them. After Lance’s departure, the game kinda falls apart and Keith decides to go find him. He’s not in his room or anywhere that Keith knows Lance might be. He’s starting to head back to his room when he hears quiet snoring from a closet near the main room. Keith opens it quietly and is suprised (kinda devastated) to find Lance sleeping in there with puffy, red eyes.
I hope you’re all having a good morning/day/night. My mum and I moved my desk out of my small study room (aka closet) and into my bedroom. It’s so nice to study in daylight haha. I’m going to rewrite biology notes after this and then do some math. I haven’t opened a single math book since school ended omg I feel so guilty
starts wearing his dog tag less once he’s with mc (likely had something to do with that devil snake rika)
has soft af clothing because he’s very concerned about material and whenever mc and him cuddle he’s Extra Soft
smells kinda like fancy cologne but also nice lavender soap tbh and his hair smells flowery too
he keeps his fancy smoking pipe in an even fancier case
has so many dumb scrapbooks that literally pile up in the closet of their room from their younger years, when mc and v are bored they shuffle through all the photos and try to arrange them in chronological order but v’s memory is pretty shit
mc writes all the grocery lists and anything that needs to be written down ever because v writes like a seven year old and his cursive is incomprehensible
while a precious cinnabun awake, when v gets abruptly awakened he turns into a blue monster for about thirty seconds as he will smack whatever source of awakening away like it was a very large fly
he’s got yaoi hands and it’s fuckin unreal his whole hand could wrap about a cup but you know what they say about big hands…
always rubs mc’s back until they fall asleep or he falls asleep first and will 100% hold mc close and cuddle them even in their sleep
this causes some weird ass sleeping positions
zen forgot that v was near blindness at one point and tried to high five him and saeyoung never let it go ever
sometimes still tries to take pictures even though his vision is absolutely horrid, once mc comes around though she’ll help him and sometimes describes how the picture for him is (hopefully he gets eye surgery sheesh)
when he washes his face or showers at night he wears a headband to keep his bangs from falling over his face!!! it’s very adorable
but he also walks around the house naked after showers so that can be a little weird when jumin stopped by once to just say hello and he got to see a lot more of his best friend than he ever wanted to
speaking of his dick is probably curved after all those years of wearing fucking skinny jeans lmao
his whole closet is monochrome and mc must plead with him to buy clothes with more color. he gets a cheesy hawaiian tourist shirt that he actually likes and mc is even more horrified.
owns a fanny pack because he’s convinced it’s back in style and that it is iconic
always 100% hydrated and pulls a water bottle out of the vortex that is his fancy hipster messenger bag and drinks the recommended eight glasses a day
however forgets to eat all the time and mc needs to remind him
No you your stuff does not have to be all in black and white. All you need for the first step is DECLUTTER!
Throw out your middle school project that’s collecting dust in your closet. Donate or sell all your used clothes that you don’t use any more and don’t use the excuse “oh I might use it one day” NO! Don’t do it. Get rid of at least 40% of your belongings. Throw away old pens that ran out of ink 10 years ago. Delete pictures in your phone that is not worthy of keeping. Delete contacts you have not talked to in years! Organize your paper work and throw away old receipts and only keep the important document. Minimalize your makeup. Throw away expired makeup. If you don’t remember when you bought it, throw it away. Don’t buy anything you don’t need at the grocery store. Make lists before you go shopping!
You have to let go of your belongings. Most of it is irrelevant! Do you really need that picture of a cat on your phone? No! You will forget about everything being gone anyways. You wont even notice!!
Thank you for your lovely comments, darlings!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompts!! Enjoy!!! <3
Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse.
“We have to go.” Kiss
“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss
“One day – kiss –
we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll
definitely expel us.” HardKiss.
“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy
make out.” Bite.
Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the
angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the
wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips
and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty
storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no
windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple,
mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an
unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in
her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend
was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket
and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no
tomorrow for God knows how long now.
That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the
two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible
heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of
Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their
mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that
day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day,
regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge
every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking
in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make
outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that
everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.
They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They
weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the
wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms,
without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having
to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and
kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.
Summary: You’re Tony’s daughter in this one (father!Tony), and he sets you and Peter up in the best way he can think of… 7 minutes in Heaven - well as many minutes it takes for you to start going out.
A/N: Hehe I’ve had this idea for ages and I know it’s not original but :D
“Tony, are you going to tell us why you’ve called a meeting?” Steve asked.
All the other Avengers, minus Y/N and Peter, turned to look at Tony expectantly.
“It’s regarding Y/N and Peter.” Tony started and he saw Wanda grin in quiet understanding. “Who finds it painful just watching them co-exist even though it is unbelievably obvious that they like each other in more than a friend way?”
He didn’t get a definitive answer from anyone but Tony could see them thinking. He knew that they had all seen it in training and on missions.
“And as Y/N’s father,” Tony continued, “I feel obliged to do something.”
“What do you propose we do?” Sam asked, cutting directly to the point.
Tony grinned. “Ever heard of ‘7 minutes in Heaven’?”
Steve looked confused. Wanda found it funny. Natasha was mildly horrified Tony would do that to them. Overall, Tony had got a mixed response.
“I don’t know what that is.” Steve said.
“He plans to put them in a closet or something for 7 minutes and expects that to sort out their problems.” Nat replied.
“I still don’t understand.”
“But I’m guessing you aren’t going to keep to 7 minutes?” Wanda suggested and turned to look at Tony.
“There it is.” Tony said, “We won’t let them out until they kiss or whatever or officially start dating.”
“How are we, oh I’m sorry - you, going to get them into the closet.” Nat said.
“They won’t just agree to get into a closet together.” Steve stated.
“As I said,” Tony looked round everyone, “I am Y/N’s father - she has to do what I tell her.”
“Dad you aren’t being serious?” You said. You were facing your father, Tony Stark, with your arms folded.
“Yes I am being serious. Get in the closet.”
Naturally, you didn’t know where he was going with this but he was your father so you had to do what he said.
“You owe me one.” You stated before shooting one last confused look at him before climbing into the closet in your room. You had multiple ones and Tony had told you to get into the one that didn’t have many clothes in. At least that was the only thing that was logical.
“Not after this I won’t.” Tony closed the doors a bit but they weren’t fully closed.
“Wait here.” He ordered.
“What the fuck…” You muttered under your breath when you heard him leave the room.
After a few minutes of you just sitting there trying to run through all of the possible outcomes of this you heard the bedroom door open again.
“I said shh.” You heard Tony say to someone.
You wanted to poke your head out of the closet and see what was going on but you had been told just to sit so you didn’t.
The doors opened and you saw Peter standing there with Tony behind him.
“Dad what the-?” You started but Tony lightly pushed Peter towards you. He had obviously briefed Peter like you because he just moved in next to you.
“Have fun.” Tony said with a smile and fully closed the doors, putting you two into darkness.
You tried the doors but either there was something up against them now or a lock because they wouldn’t budge.
Peter still hadn’t said anything but had sat down like you, and was facing you.
“I’m pretty sure this is the embodiment of bad parenting.” You joked, still trying to work out what the hell was happening.
Peter still hadn’t said anything. You looked back to him.
“Don’t tell me you know what’s going on here?” You said.
“If I tell you, you won’t like it.” Peter said.
“Peter, we’re friends you can tell me anything.” You said now getting slightly exasperated at your Dad.
“Um…” Peter said before continuing, “Mr Stark isn’t going to let us out until we um…”
“Yes?” You asked.
“'Kiss or something’” Peter recalled what Tony had said.
Suddenly, you started to feel really awkward and you could tell your cheeks had instantly gone red.
“My dad is an asshole.” You muttered.
“But we could um…” Peter stopped again.
“Could what?” You said not really knowing what you were saying. Even though your dad was an asshole you couldn’t really hate him for this now knowing what it was.
“We could… kiss.” Peter said quieter.
You bit your lip to supress a smile.
“Oh really?” You said smirking even though you didn’t know if Peter could see you in the darkness or not.
“I mean we don’t have to…”
“Can’t take it back now.” You laughed and you moved to lean across him so your face was inches away from his.
“Well go on then.” You teased.
Peter paused for a moment but then tilted his head slightly to kiss you firmly on the lips.
You smiled into the kiss, happy that you were finally doing this. And about the fact that Peter clearly liked you back like you liked him.
“Mission complete.” You heard your dad say over an intercom. Then you heard Sam laugh and Nat say something about how 'it could probably have been done better’ and Tony arguing that 'it happened so that’s all that matters’.
You groaned and moved slightly away from Peter.
“We should have done that earlier.” You said.
“I think we should have.” Peter confirmed.
Even though it worked out well, that was the last time your Dad was getting involved in your love life.