#80s male dark blonde

[smalltownbeautyqueen]

Dancing with the Doctor (Spencer Reid x fem! Reader)

After hearing the BAU's prom stories, Garcia decides to throw her own BAU prom! Much dialogue and fluff.

Warnings: mentions of drinking and feeling tipsy, reader is referred to as girl, reader is described as having hair long enough to brush off her face

Word Count: 1.5k

Unfortunately, this inspired Garcia to ask about everyone else's high school and prom experiences. Derek had been popular in high school, so he had his pick of girls to ask out to prom. Penelope had a steady boyfriend at the time, and Emily had gone with a group of her friends. "So my pretties… that leaves you two to tell your prom stories," Garcia said, gesturing to you and Reid.

After several long weeks of solving heinous crimes and seeing the dark underbelly of society, a few drinks with your work family seemed like a great way to relax. It started innocently enough, with the ordinarily private Hotch sharing how he met his wife while at his high school prom. It was the sort of meet-cute that seemed right out of an 80s teen movie.

"Did you know that proms actually began as formal tea parties for male college students and their families and that it wasn't until the 1950s that proms began to morph into what we think of them today. But to answer your question, Garcia, no. I did not attend my prom. I was too young." Garcia turned towards you, "Now, your turn, my precious." "Oh…uhm…I was busy? So I didn't go," you said, slurping your cocktail to avoid further questioning. You really did not want your coworkers to know that you had been dumped the day before prom. So, instead of going, you stayed at home, cried, and knit while watching Doctor Who re-runs.

As you walked in the next day, Garcia ran up to you excitedly. "Guess what?" Penelope sing-songed, "What?" you smiled back at the bubbly blonde. "I had the most fabulous idea last night! We should have our own BAU prom!"

Luckily for you, Garcia turned her attention to a cute guy who had walked up to the bar. "I'm going to go make a new friend," Garcia said, sliding out of the booth to go see the new object of her affection. "I need to go too," Hotch said, standing up to leave. "Yeah, me too," Morgan agreed. "Then there were three," Emily said. "Well, actually, I'm giving Spencer a ride home. So we should probably go before it gets too late." You responded to Emily while tugging on Spencer's sleeve. "Ugh, fine. Good night." Emily grumped.

"Really?" You asked skeptically. You didn't mean to rain on Penelope's parade, of course. But how would that even work? A bunch of grown people who work for the FBI throwing a prom? "Yes!" Penelope responded, "Don't worry, I will figure out all the logistics. You just have to show up."

"Show up where?" Spencer asked, walking up from behind Penelope. "Garcia's throwing a BAU prom," Morgan answered. "Wow. Really?" Reid responded. "You're into this, Spencer?" Morgan asked from his desk. "Yeah. I remember seeing everybody being so excited for prom, and I always wondered what it was like." Reid admitted, looking down at his fidgeting hands. "See…" Garcia said, "I'll send out the deets later. This is totally happening!"

Two weeks later, you had all but forgotten about the proposed BAU prom until you received a "promposal" email from Garcia. "Uh… Hey, did anyone else get a weird email from Garcia?" Spencer asked. "Yeah, I did," Emily answered. "I got a promposal too. I can't believe she pulled this off." You chime in.

"Possible serial killer in Wyoming." Hotch shouted down from his office, "Wheels up in 30."

You wiped your surprisingly sweaty palms on your clothes before you knocked on Penelope's door. "Hello, Gorgeous!" Penelope greeted you as she swung the door wide. Behind her, you saw Morgan putting gauzy purple and blue fabric over the lamps and furniture. "Wow, Penelope! You went all out!" "Well, you know me."

"That was Reid; he said that he isn't feeling very good, so he won't be able to make it." Upon hearing this, you felt a flood of relief. This wasn't because you didn't like Reid. It was because you did like Reid. You liked him a little too much.

Penelope ushered you through the door with a smile. Just as soon as you stepped inside Penelope's house, Emily knocked on the door. This time, Derek opened the door for the pretty brunette dressed in a simple red dress. "Hi, everybody," Emily greeted. Penelope's phone rang in response.

A few cups of Penelope's spiked punch later, you had forgotten all about your previous nerves. So, when you turned around and bumped into your coworker's tall form, you invited him to dance instead of apologizing like a normal person. "Oh…no… I-I don't really dance," Spencer responded, shaking his head. "Aww, come on, Spency Poo," you pouted up at him. " Spency Poo? How much have you had to drink?" He asked incredulously.

He was part of why you felt nervous about the prom; you had a massive crush on Dr. Spencer Reid since you started at the BAU a few months ago. You usually weren't a particularly giggly person. But, when he was around, you turned into a giggly, mushy mess. Your crush was so obvious! Penelope had caught on to it almost immediately and teased you about it ever since. You were sure that if Penelope, who wasn't even an FBI profiler, had caught on, it must be painfully obvious to everyone else on the team.

Before you could respond, Morgan clapped his hands around Spencer's shoulders. "I thought you weren't going to be able to make it?" Morgan asked. "I guess I started feeling better." The bespeckled man responded. "Yeah…" Morgan said, unconvinced.

"Come on," You said to Spenecr as you tugged on the sleeve of his wool blazer. "Yeah, man, go dance with your girl." Morgan encouraged. Upon hearing Derek refer to you as Reid's girl and seeing the panicked look across Reid's pretty face, you were momentarily stunned out of your tipsy state.

"I'm your girl?" You asked with a coquettish grin. "You know what? I changed my mind. I will dance with you." Spencer responded quickly, tugging you onto the makeshift dancefloor in the center of Garcia's living room. Suddenly, you didn't want to dance; you wanted to know what Morgan meant when he told Spencer to dance with his girl.

"It's hot in here. Will you come outside with me?" You smiled up at Reid. "Of course. Did you know that alcohol disturbs your central nervous system, which can cause your body to less effectively heat and cool your body?" You found it endearing that he could share his fun facts even in uncomfortable situations. "Really? Do you think getting out of here would make me feel better?" You ask sweetly. "Probably." With this, you lead him out onto Penelope's patio.

You decided then and there to do something you wouldn't have thought of doing just a few hours ago. You were going to tell Reid how you really felt

"There, that's better." You sighed once the sliding door had shut, muffling the noises of conversation and music. "It's not much cooler out here than inside," Spencer remarked, bringing attention to the unseasonably warm weather. "Yeah, you're right," With this, you pushed the hair away from your face and stretched tall. When you looked back at Spencer, you saw his eyes quickly avert away from your chest.

"I saw that, Spence." You teased. "Saw what?" He asked, cheeks reddening. "Don't play stupid with me." You admonished. "I have a question for you, Mr. Smarty Pants." Spencer let out a soft snort at the nickname. "Sure, what is it?" He asked, eager to help.

"What did Morgan mean when he called me your girl?" "Oh…nothing. You know how Morgan is." He responded quickly, practically cutting your sentence off. "Yeah, I do know how Morgan is. That's why I asked." Spencer avoided eye contact, more so than usual.

You moved closer to him and whispered conspiratorially. "Can I tell you a secret?" You tried not to giggle at Spencer's wide-eyed look and cute nod. "I like you. I have a big, fat, stupid crush on you, Spencer!" "No, you don't," Spencer said, backing away from you.

"How do you know!?" You asked indignantly. "You're drunk. "You don't know what you're saying." Spencer glumly answered. "Yes. I do." You loosely picked up his hand. Instead of letting go of your hand like you thought he would, he held it tighter and looked into your eyes.

"Do you really?" He asked quietly. "Can I kiss you?" You asked before what little resolve you had was worn away by the warmth of Spencer's gaze and touch. "Yes." He whispered. With this, you smooshed your mouth into his. It was soft and sweet, like Spencer. You kissed for what felt like minutes but was really only seconds.

"I like you too, since your first day at work. Morgan has teased me about it ever since. That's why he called you my girl." Spencer blurted out once your lips had separated. You laughed, happy in this moment. "Would you like me to be your girl?" you asked sweetly. "Yes!" Spencer responded without a second thought.

A/N hi hi! I've been reading fan fiction for a while and finally wrote my own. This story was written for @imagining-in-the-margins CM office party prompt challenge. dividers credit: @saradika-graphics

[agust-june]

Take My Breath

Johnny x black reader

Summary: Johnny knows how beautiful you are but he doesn't want to admit he wants to be more than fuck buddies.

Genre: fuck buddies to lovers late 70s early 80s

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, cursing, arguing, Johnny grabbing you and slamming you against the wall. This is smut and it's nasty. This is not for minors.

A/n: This is based on a dream I had about being in the 80s at a disco club then making Johnny jealous and doing coke, but I didn't add it for obvious reasons. I wanna thank @neocitycollectives for helping me! As well as @multifandomslxt the both of you really inspired me and your words really helped me into posting this. I hope yall like this!

The year was unknown to you as the hot air filled the club, and the blue strobe lights glowed above you. You were happy as your male friend grabbed you, pulling you to dance with him. As your body moves in the dark club, you are being watched under the strobe light. Johnny looks at you in the middle of the floor, the smile you had on your face as you danced or grinded against his friend Jaehyun. He taps his glass of whiskey, thinking of ways for you to end up in his bed. Waiting for you to slip up to punish you later. You were already wearing his favorite dress, and your hair was in full thick curls. Meanwhile, your makeup was slightly smudged. But you didn't care. You were high on the feeling of the music running through your ears. The way your hips swayed and moved to the beat was mesmerizing to most of the men there. Not only that, but you were a beautiful black woman. To Johnny, it was unfortunate that trouble always finds beautiful women like you, even innocent ones.

You stop dancing as your head begins to spin. The man behind you kept moving as you stood there and locked eyes with Johnny who was coming onto you. You smirk and turn around continuing the dance as another man comes behind you completely trapping you into your arms. You looked at the man behind you. He was tall with blonde hair. He looked pretty hot. Eventually the guy behind you starts getting handsy touching your breasts and kissing your neck. Your eyes are trying to find Johnny, and when you isn't happy. His eyes glaring at you from the dark sent shivers down your spine, turning you on.

"My name is Jaehyun," the guy says. You moan as the man finds your weak spot on your neck. His grip on your neck was tight, but you liked it, closing your eyes as you let him do whatever he wanted.

"You like that baby?" He asks, making you nod, kissing you more. You can feel his bulge pressed against your ass, his hands running up and down your body. You moan as his hands go up your dress and into your panties.

"Do you want this baby? Am I turning you on?" He asks, but you have no answer as your thoughts go to one man and one man only. As you turn to look for Johnny, who was heading towards the exit. You move the guy's hand off you and push him away.

"Sorry, but I'm already spoken for," you say, walking away, going to the same exit. While in the halls, you see Johnny's tall figure turn the corner immediately and you run to catch up with him. You follow him outside as he goes to the hotel across the street. When you catch up to him, he goes into the elevator.

"Johnny-

"Shut the fuck up" the tone in his voice made you go silent for a minute.

"Why? Did you not like my show?" You tease him walking around him almost pacing.

"You think you're hot shit huh?" Johnny pokes his tongue into his cheek trying to keep a cool head on. Jealousy was a pain in his ass as he remembered how you looked.

"Think? Oh honey I know I am. I mean you saw the way Jaehyun wanted to fuck me right?" Of course you'd bring it up to stir him up. The grin on your face said it all.

"Well congratulations! Go fuck him then."

"Is that what you want? Or are you mad it wasn't you?"

"What game are you playing?" Johnny asks knowing the answer he didn't want to admit.

"Same one as you"

"Y/n I'm warning you-

"Or what? Just admit it! You want me to be your girl. You wanna keep me to yourself right?" The words yes was screaming on the tip of his tongue. Johnny looked up at the elevator lights. Thinking to himself and to God trying not to think about hurting you in the worst of ways.

"We're just fucking and that's all it is"

"Okay then you don't get upset. In fact let me go back to see if Jaehyun can hit this" you try pressing the elevator doors to open but Johnny decides to speak.

"I don't see why? He's not gonna be better than me?"

"He sure felt bigger than you" you argue back making Johnny cackle.

"Stop"

"His fingers were good too, almost made me cum-" Johnny slams you against the wall, shaking you from your senses. The look in his eyes was pure rage. Tears well up into your eyes scared and you realize you went too far. You were about to apologize but Johnny cut the words from you before you could speak.

"Shut the fuck up. You wanna play games fine. You can screw any man you want but you're not gonna be satisfied. You're gonna end up in my bed being my good slut." His words gritting against his teeth like venom but not a moment after he shoves his lips against yours. You don't even fight it letting his tongue into your mouth roaming around it into your throat. Like a starved man on his last meal, he wasn't letting you breathe. You couldn't move you couldn't touch him. When he did let go he caught his breath before immediately going back to kiss you. He wouldn't let you touch him even when he went to pull your panties off he held both your wrists with one hand.

"You wanna be slut out fine. But don't act like my dick wasn't what you thought about while dancing with him. That's why you followed me right?" You let out a whimper as he shoved his fingers inside you, your hips immediately moving against his fingers. They were so thick filling you up but it wasn't enough you needed his dick.

"Wanted me to snap and manipulate me into whatever the hell you want. You think you can just come in here soaking wet for me and act like I'm not fucking you good?" Your mind was flooded with nothing but him. The moans you made was responding to his words. He unbuckled his pants made you get on your knees. He didn't even wait the moment you opened your mouth the way he wanted his dick was in your mouth. Johnny lets out a groan as you take his dick into your mouth. Talking dirty about how well you take his cock. His hand on the back of your head as he looks up at the lights getting lost into pleasure. His hips relentlessly fucking tour mouth making you gag on him. He stops as soon as he feels you push up looking down you. You immediately push back sending his eyes back calling you a slut. You liked it when he got rough you liked giving him head too. His hands gripping your hair feeling the coils forming once more. Sucking him off desperately wanting him to cum and he almost does. When his cock twitches in your mouth Johnny hisses before pulling you off. You don't hear him but you feel him picking, wrapping your legs around him and using the elevator for support. He's kissing you again this time it was more tender your lips

"Screw you. And screw this game you're fucking mine. You've been mine since I met you fucking slut" you sob loudly as Johnny enters inside you filling you up to the hilt. You were so wet Johnny slid right in. His hips were brutal fucking- no screwing you like he wanted to break you. He grunts in your ear as your body shakes every time. Your head resting on the wall watching him fall apart and you vise versa.

"So. Damn. Good." Johnny kisses your neck nipping and biting sucking the flesh. His thrusts slow down as he hears a whine from you.

"Don't stop!" You yell out, your voice going octaves higher.

"Shh, let me worship you. My pretty girl, " he kisses you, feeling your body. His hands touching your breasts, his thrusts still going, but this time they're more passionate. Johnny wasn't pent up anymore he just wanted to go slow. Wanting to savor the way your pussy feels around him. Savor how good he's making you feel. When he looks into your eyes all he can see is him. Just him and no one else. His heart fluttering as he looks at you all fucked out for him.

"So beautiful" Johnny stops for a minute taking in your face caressing your beautiful bronze skin. The specks of gold brushed upon your cheeks. You looked so good tonight and all for him. He was yours and you were his girl.

"Johnny please move" you beg your hips moving trying to get some relief with your walls throbbing around him.

"Shhh baby it's okay I'm gonna make you cum" Johnny then starts picking up the pace fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

"Ahh I'm gonna-

"Wait Baby let me cum with you" Johnny goes faster chasing his own climax while you try to hold off on yours. You whisper sweet nothings into his ear giving him a boost into his ego. Your hips moving against him matching his pace until you both cum together.

"F-fuck" you let out trying to catch your breath. Johnny collapses against your shoulder trying to keep holding onto you as he empties his cum inside you.

"I love you." You laugh, wiping the sweat off your forehead, then run your hands through Johnny's hair. He looks up at you as you smile.

"Took you long enough to say it.'' You tease as he slides out of you, helping you fix your clothes and your appearances.

"Hey, don't push your luck,' Johnny says, helping you down and standing up on your feet.

"So does this mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Well damn let me take you on a date first,"

"I mean you already fucked me may as well give the title" you tell him reaching up to kiss him. Johnny smiles in the kiss before hitting the elevator doors to open. The two of you walk to his usual hotel room hand in hand.

[simpingcowboy]

On The Clock

Gif by pedro-pedrito-pascalito <3

Pairing: bottom Javier Peña x top agent M!Reader, reader is publicly out

Word Count: 4.2k+

Warnings: SMUT! mistaken homophobia (quickly rectified), slutshaming (both the kinky and non-kinky kind), humiliation/degradation kink, crude language, fighting for dominance, work place relationship, semi?public sex, oral sex, fingering, spit as lube, protected anal sex, aftercare

Summary: A few words spoken out of jealousy lead Peña to confront you... "What?" He cuts you off with a growl. "Now you're sorry? You wanna show me how sorry you are?" Javier asks, a soft tilt of his head

A/N: Listen I don't think slutshaming was technically a word in the 80's but you get the vibe. Someone had to put this man in his place!!! This one was alot of fun to write :))

"There he goes again." One of the two male agents before you says with a sigh.

       You look up from your desk, eyes following the two other agents' to see Javier Peña hitting on the newest transfer. He's got her closed in by the water dispenser, an arm propped up on the wall behind her. The opposite hand is tied into the belt loops on his waist as he pops his hip out, doing all to make his small behind seem more prominent. Those stupid sunglasses still perched on his nose despite being indoors. 

"Jesus, does that man ever take a break?" The senior agent to your left remarks, rolling his eyes at the interaction. 

"Wasn't he just seeing the receptionist? The blonde one?" You chime in. 

"Nah, Peña gave her the boot last week. He was taking that CIA girl out last I knew."

The older agent clicks his tongue, “Keeping track of all of his girls is damn near impossible.”

You resign back to your work with a sigh. “Well you know Peña,” you say unoticing of the DEA agent quickly approaching your desk, “he’ll fuck anything that moves.” A sharp nudge to your shoulder pulls your eyes back up from your paperwork. Catching the dark haired agent breaching earshot.

“Hey Agent Peña,” the senior agent says smoothly, silently praying Javier didn’t hear your comment, “What can we do for you?”

“Yeah…actually I was wondering...” He lingers, pulling the pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket and hitting one out into the palm of his hand. The thin cigarette is placed between his plush lips, as his eyes glare up into yours through the amber aviators, “Any of you got a light?”

A collective exhale is let out between you and your colleagues. Thankful that there would be no fights breaking out in the office today.

“I uh think I got one.” The younger agent pats his pockets, finally finding one in his back pocket. “Gotcha.” he says, offering the lit lighter to Peña. 

“Thanks.” the DEA agent mumbles, leaning in close to catch the light on the end of his cigarette. He takes a deep inhale, blowing out the puff of smoke down onto your desk with a sly smile. “Think I dropped mine out in the field, you know how it goes.” Javier drops your gaze to look off to the far side of the room, taking another deep inhale of the cigarette. 

     As annoying as you find him, it’s useless to deny the pure unadulterated sex appeal of the man. It’s easy to understand how he gets so many women in his bed. He even makes smoking look good. Hip popped to his left, hand sitting right above his tight ass. Right hand holding the cigarette to his lips. Broad shoulders squared off facing you. Making it easy to oogle at his physic. His strong chest, practically pulling against the half undone button up shirt. A small waist, cinched in by his tight belt and painted on jeans. His turned neck pulls focus on his strong neck, and mesmorizing side profile. 

“Anyways-” He cuts off your wandering gaze snapping you back to the moment, “I gotta go see what Murphy is up to. See you guys around.” Is all he says, before whisking away to the DEA sector of the floor.

“Whatta weirdo.” The man to your right announces with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t get what all the ladies see in him.”

To that the senior agent laughs, “You’re just jealous!”

“Am not!” he defends. “I bet I could get the new transfer’s number if I wanted.”

“Yeah right!” The agent to your left chuckles, but the conversation is lost on you. Your mind muddled with the tantalizing image of Javier Peña. “Hey!” He snaps, bringing you back to reality. “You there?”

“Y-yeah” you stutter, suddenly aware of the semi you were sporting under your desk. “Sorry guys, I really gotta get going on this paperwork.” Not exactly a lie, but not the real reason for your wandering mind.

They sigh, but get up off your desk. “See ya tomorrow!” They each wave goodbye. 

     The day drags, the pile of paperwork not much smaller than when you’d first began. Your brain appartently fixated on one Javier Peña. Your cock twitching with every intrusive thought about the DEA agent’s tempting figure. Before you know it, the floor is cleared. The office growing darker and darker as the lights go off one by one. The receptionist makes her final round, always staying far later than neccesary. She bounds around the corner, shooting you a kind smile.

“You’re still here?” She asks, with a soft tilt of her head.

You huff out a chuckle, “Paperwork won’t do itself.” you say with a shrug.

The receptionist smiles at you in the dim room, “Well have a goodnight Agent.” She says with a nod of her head, about to turn towards the exit. “Oh and goodnight Peña!” She waves to an unseen figure behind you.

“Night Sweetheart.” He calls back from the shadows, stepping forward and resting a heavy hand on your shoulder.

Fuck. You think to yourself, your breath catching in your throat. Silently hoping the kind receptionist will find a reason to stay. Much to your dismay, she promptly shuts the door behind her. Leaving you alone with the DEA agent.

“You know she likes you?” He says from behind you.

“She’s not really my type...” You bite your tongue to keep from saying anything more. The girl was kind. Pretty. But you only had eyes for a certain one person in this office. The one currently leering over your shoulder. 

“What is your type then?” Peña leans in close to your ear, the huff of his breath blowing over the side of your face. 

“I uhh” you gulp, trying to keep your composure. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you liked men, a small fact that slipped during an undercover job with the Cali cartel, but you far from appreciated the condescending tone in Peña’s voice  “like dark hair…dark eyes.”

Javier chuckles at your side, a smug smile on his face. “Sounds alot like me.” He teases.

“Fuck you Peña!” You get up from your desk, pushing his hand off of you. “I’m not gonna take this shit from yo-” 

He stops you, hands quickly grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. Wordlessly catching you in a heated kiss. Plush lips pressing against yours, a low groan escaping the other man as he grinds his hard cock on your hip. Thick hands find their way into your back pocket, cupping your ass. He pulls back, barely separating himself from your lips. “Didn’t mean it like that, Hermoso.” He whispers, dark brown eyes blown out with lust. 

"Peña you…” Your hands brace themselves on Javi’s chest, as your mind still reeling from the turn of events, “You like men?"

He scoffs at you, offering a half hearted smirk, "As you said. I fuck anything that moves, right?" 

A wave of guilt comes over you, face going hot with embarassment. "Fuck Peña I-" 

"What?" He cuts you off with a growl. "Now you're sorry? You wanna show me how sorry you are?" Javier asks, a soft tilt of his head. Hands freeing themselves from your back pocket; sliding up to your face. His thumb gliding over your bottom lip. "Get on your knees." He commands, hands dropping to pull at his belt. 

     Part of you wants to hit him for having the audacity to fuck with you like this. But all the blood rushing to your cock makes it difficult to care. You drop down onto your knees, looking up at him expectantly. Watching eagerly as he tears those way too tight jeans off his thick bulge. Your eyes go wide as you realize, the motherfucker doesn’t even wear underwear. His beautiful cock springing out proudly, damn near jumping in front of your face. It's long and girthy with a weeping uncut head. A perfect patch of dark brown curls coating the base.

"Too much, Baby?" Javi teases with a cocked smile. Obviously pleased with your assessment of him. 

You shoot a glare up at him, "I can take it."

     With that you down his cock as best you can in one go, pushing the tip down to the back of your throat. Swallowing around the sensitive head. One hand working the bit of him you can't take all the way down. 

Javi hisses as you take him down your throat. "Ohh you're good at that." He exclaims, head thrown back in pleasure. Hands bracing on the desk behind him as his hips thrust up to meet your bobbing head. 

     Precum spills from the uncut head, languishing your tongue in his taste. He tastes salty and just a tad bitter. Taking him down to the base, you catch the scent of his clothes. He smells like cigarettes and gunpowder, but there’s more. A remnant of sweat heavy on him, filling your nose with Peña’s own delicious scent. It’s earthy yet bright. His thick pheromones go straight to your already hard cock, making it throb in your pants. Uncaring of what Peña thinks, you reach down to grind against your hand. Moaning around his cock at the sweet relief of friction.

"Fuck" Javi groans, watching as you touch yourself. "Is this what you wanted, Guapo? My cock? Got jealous of all those pretty girls, hmm?” He asks, snapping his hips down your throat. “I bet you just wanted me all to yourself." The DEA agent says with a self assured smirk. He lets you continue on, enjoying the sight of you on your knees. Before pulling you off, “Don’t wanna cum down your throat, wanna cum in your cute ass.” 

You get up off the floor with a smirk of your own. “No way, Peña.” You push up close against him, grinding your cock against his hip, taking his hard member in your hand. “Who knows where that thing has been.”

Javier winces as your hand squeezes around him. An indisputable throb running up his cock at your cruel words. A warm blush creeping up his cheeks. “D-didn’t mind it in your mouth.” He half-heartedly retorts, obviously affected by your words.

“Keep mouthwash at my desk for a reason, Peña.” You tease, though that was not the reason, you knew that Javi’s lust filled mind wouldn’t be able to reason against it.

His heavy cock jumps in your hand, as he lets out a soft whine. “Y-yeah okay” he says with a groan.

“You want me to fuck you?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, surprised with how quickly he changed his mind.

He nods swiftly, a squirt of precum leaking over your hand. “I want it.”

"Fuck okay. I'll take care of you, Baby." You assure him, moving to rub your hands soothingly along his sides. Hands sliding up his shirt. "You got a condom?" 

Javier nods, sliding one from his pocket into your hand. "H-how do you want me?" He asks shyly, obviously nervous. 

God, he looks so cute like this. All shy and flustered. You deliver a soft kiss to his lips, which he melts into, relaxing in your hands. "Can you bend over for me?" You ask in a hushed voice, needing to walk him through it.

"Y-yeah." He squeaks out, pulling away from you and bending over the desk, elbows resting on the smooth oak. Another soft whine escapes him as you shuck his pants down. Though you'd never be able to tell by the tight pants the DEA agent sports, he is actually just slightly self conscious of his backside. 

"Fuck that's pretty." You moan, hands gliding over the petite globes of his ass. His tight hole flinches at your touch."Peña, have you ever?"

"Once…or twice." The man admits with a hot blush, almost unbelieving he's about to let you fuck him like this.

"I'll go slow." You assure him. You take your thumb in your mouth, wetting it to the best of your ability before slowly pushing it in. "Relax. Let me in." The small digit slowly sinks into him. Earning you a loud moan from him.

"Fucking christ-" He cusses beneath you, leaving a quiet reminder to himself to start keeping some lube on him. 

Your thumb rocks slowly in and out. Opening him up for you. "Doing so good, Peña-"

"Javi." He cuts you off abruptly. "Call me Javi."

You can't help the smile that comes over your face, "Okay…Javi. Can you handle more?"

He nods, head falling between his hands. "Yeah. I can take it."

     With that, you retract your thumb. Bringing your index and middle finger to your mouth to wet them. You lean in close to his hole, and spit on it. Javi's mouth drops at the feeling of your warm spit against his ass. You work your two fingers into him. Sliding them in slowly. You bite your lip as he encompasses your fingers in his warmth; imagining how good he'll feel around your cock. After a few moments, he begins rocking back against you fucking himself open on your fingers. 

"M-more." Peña moans. "Your cock-."

"Shit, Javi are you sure?" He was still so tight around just your two fingers. 

     Peña reaches back, pushing you off of him. He turns around standing up right and grabs you by the back of the neck. Pulling you into a sloppy kiss. His tongue finds solace in the confines of your mouth; the taste of himself still heavy on your tongue. That neat mustache rubs abrasively against your upper lip. You eagerly swallow down every greedy moan he releases into you. Thick hands find your hips and push you down into the desk chair.

"You wanna fuck me, Agent?" Javier leans in, looming over you, breathing hard. "Get to it then." He says, a hand grinding down on your throbbing bulge. 

"Fuck. I got you." You groan, sitting Javier back on the desk. "Needy thing."

     You both work to remove your clothes. Javi pulling off his pants and unbuttoning the remainder of his top. You rip your shirt off, throwing it back behind you. Pulling at your pants, desperate to relieve some tension. Finally, freeing your cock from its constraints. Making quick work of the condom and rushing to roll it down over yourself. A pair of legs wrap themselves up around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Hermoso…" Peña pleads, big puppy dog eyes staring up at you. His cock throbs heavy against his stomach. His pretty body is on perfect display beneath you. Just the edges of his broad shoulders were still covered, that pink shirt he wore barely clinging to him. 

"I know, I know." You say softly. Spitting into your hand, trying to make everything as slick as possible for him. You lean in close, pressing your forehead to his. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

A small quiver in his voice comes through at the softness of your words, "Y-yeah I will…" a tinge of red evident on his cheeks.

"Good boy." You say as you slowly push into him, hands on his hips. Sinking deeper and deeper into Javi's tight hole. Enveloping you in his warmth. Every inch of your cock getting squeezed by his insides. He feels like heaven around you.

     Javi is just as enraptured in you. The weight of you pressing against him makes him throb. Your slow breach of him has stars bursting behind his eyes. The stretch stings just slightly, but the pleasure is too overbearing for him to care. He doesn't miss the softness of your words and actions. The sweetness makes his ears go red, and heightens the delinquency of the situation; that is you fucking him on your work desk. A matching moan spilling from both your lips as you bottom out.

"Fuck Javi-" you hiss, rolling your hips out slowly. "You're so tight."

"Mierda." Peña groans out, eyebrows pinched and head thrown back in pleasure. 

      Another tentative roll of your hips has him loosening up around you. His body eagerly accepts the intrusion. His slender hips hesitantly rocking to meet yours. Bottoming out with each long slow thrust. He feels so fucking good, a desperate need to rut into Javier builds in you. And apparently in Javi too.

"More." He grits out between clenched teeth. "I need more." He repeats pulling you in closer by the back of your neck. 

     A small smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. Javier Peña likes it rough and you were happy to oblige. On the next roll of your hips, you slam back into him. The corners of the old metal desk Javi is sat upon creaks. He rewards you with a loud whine, cutting himself off with the bite of his lip. You continue. Fucking into him with quick sharp thrusts. Though slightly looser, his tight hole is still gripping you like a vice. It took a lot of work to move yourself in him, having to carve room for your cock from his insides.

The words escape your lips before you even have time to think. "You really don't bottom a lot, huh?" Though a fact, one he'd shared himself earlier, it comes out much more teasing than intended.

He whines in response, ears going red "N-no…"

You don't miss the way his dick jumps. That's when you realize, he's not just putting up with your teasing, Peña likes being degraded. "Fuck- but you like that dick don't you? Needed some cock, Baby?" 

"Mierda- yes!" He huffs, eyes rolling back as you grind into him particularly deep. 

"Being so good for me. Letting me fuck you on my desk- such a good whore." 

That catches his attention. Ears going red. No one had ever called him that before- least not to his face. Sure, he was known as a womanizer but to be called a whore by the man bottomed out inside him? Felt downright humiliating. Javi loved it. 

"Gave up that pretty ass so fucking easy." You whisper low into his ear. 

Peña's face burns bright with embarrassment. But his cock is throbbing with arousal. A flood of precum running down his throbbing member. A whine coming up from his throat. 

You eat up every second of it. Every word spilling from your lips, turning Javi's usual golden skin, flushed red. Even spreading across his beautiful chest. The usually over confident cock DEA agent reduced down to this shy man beneath you. "What? Dirty slut too cock drunk to say anything?"

Javi bites his lips, struggling to maintain your harsh gaze. "S-shut up an-and fuck me." He manages to get out between clenched teeth. Fighting to stave off his orgasm. 

"Thought I already was. Or do you want more?" Your eyes glide over his body. Down his broad chest, filling the line of his stomach, and finally to his hard cock. The head is purple and throbbing with need. "Want me to touch you?"

"Fuck yes-" he says with an eager grin. Hips rolling up in anticipation. Needing some relief.

"Beg." You demand with a terrible smile. 

"W-what?" He whimpers. Big brown eyes staring up at you, a soft pout on his plush lips. 

"Beg me to touch you." 

Peña bites his lip to stop the words from coming out; not wanting to give you the satisfaction. Javier Peña has never begged for sex in his life. But with the way his cock is practically pleading for you, he supposed now is as good of a time to start as any. "Please…" He begs, his hand wrapping around your bicep. "Please touch me."

"Good slut." You reward him by taking his cock in hand. Which causes him to grow tighter around you. There's sufficient precum to jerk him in time with your thrusts. With the way he throbs in your hand, you can tell he's close.

"G-good…so perfect- fuck" Javi mumbles incoherently. Rocking his hips below you. Moving himself back and forth between your hand on his dick and your cock in his ass. Letting you get even deeper inside him. Pushing the head of your cock against that perfect spot inside him, that has him seeing stars.

"Fuck Javi-" you moan at the way he clenches around you. Tight and hot. "Want you to cum for me." You say, snapping your hips harder into him. Your own body tightening as your orgasm builds. 

     Javier's mouth drops open. Legs closing around your hips, pushing you deep inside him. His cries echoing through the empty office. Fingers digging into your back, pulling you close. Javier cries out your name with a choked moan as his hips jerk beneath you. Cum splatters up over his stomach and chest. Head thrown back in ecstasy.

     The delicious sight below you has you teetering on the edge of your own climax. You can't help but lean in to take a taste. Dipping your head down to Javier's golden chest, lapping at the warm cum splattered upon him. Another breathy moan escaping the DEA agent as he watches you taste him. His warm brown eyes glued to you.

      It's too much. Those eyes on you. His arms and legs wrapped around you. The way his body pulses around you. The salty taste of him on your tongue. And with another half dozen harsh thrusts you finish inside him, filling the condom. 

"Javi- Javi!" You moan against his shoulder. Slumping down against him, arms braced on either side to keep some of your weight off of him. 

"Fuck…" he breathes out between pants, coming down from his orgasmic haze. Nudging his arched nose against your cheek, leaning in for a soft kiss. Uncaring that he can still taste himself on you.

     You happily accept his soft kisses. Enjoying the fuzzy post orgasm feeling. Smiling at the feeling of his fluffy mustache on your lip. Large hands find their way to your face, cupping your cheeks. Reluctantly, you pull off him.

"Javi, I need to slip out, okay?" 

He affirms with a nod. 

"Relax for me." You say softly, leaning back off of him. Taking one last look at the mess you two made; you grip the condom and pull out. Quickly tying off the end and tossing it in the waste bin. 

     You look across your desk for the box of tissues, sighing as you survey the damage done to your work space. Your paperwork was scattered. Folders disorganized. Pen holder tipped over. Not to mention the stench of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air. But all that could wait.

     Taking a handful of tissues, you begin cleaning up Javi. Running the paper over his exposed body, gathering the remnant of his orgasm. A soft hiss leaving him as you clean up his softening cock. Another as you gently wipe his slightly gaped hole. 

As you turn to clean yourself up you ask, "Are you feeling okay?" 

"Y-yeah." He answered simply, slowly rebuttoning his pink shirt. "I'm good."

"Good…here!" You call, tossing him his pants that he'd thrown to the side. 

"Thanks." He says, finally unseating himself from your desk. 

     In a comfortable silence, you each get dressed. Just the soft sound of fabric filling the air between you two. The rustle of pants. The familiar sound of a zipper being pulled. The clink of a belt. It continues until you're both back in your clothes. If it weren't for the mess around you, and the taste of Javi still on your tongue; you'd almost think you'd imagined the whole thing. When you look over at him, he's already staring back. Lit cigarette in hand. Warm brown eyes on you. He's the first to speak up.

"So uhh …round two?" He asks with a lift of his eyebrow, taking another puff of his cigarette. "My place?"

"Fuck yeah." You answer with a smile. Swiping your jacket from the back of your desk chair. Half heartedly reorganizing your desk. Just enough that it wouldn't be so suspicious come Monday morning. 

Peña is just as eager. Dipping away momentarily to snatch his leather jacket from his desk across the office. He jogs back over to you, "Ready to go, Hermoso?" 

"Yeah, all good." You confirm, letting him guide you out of the shared office building. 

     You can't help but notice the other agent's usual swagger seems impeded. His typically confident strides were replaced with a shuffle. Each step falling short and heavy. He'd definitely be feeling the events of tonight for the next couple days. Peña brings you to his car, holding the door open for you. Quickly sauntering over to his side of the vehicle. 

Once seated, Javier pauses "Listen…that slut shaming shit. Keep it between us? Not on the clock. Deal?"

"Fuck…yeah. I am sorry...really. I was just jealous." 

Javier smirks, taking the final huff off his cigarette. "Guess you don't have to be jealous anymore."

"Guess not…" you return his mischievous smile, plucking the end of his cigarette from his lips. Burying the glowing end into the ashtray. "You know, if you need something to suck on I've got something for you."

Javi scoffs, "Only if I'm topping this time." He responds, shifting the car into drive.

"We'll see about that Peña." You roll your eyes, wondering just how many of his buttons you can press before you arrive at his apartment. 

[bookbrdfics]

I thought BJBJ was a fun movie.

I saw it on the second Friday and I certainly rekindled my love for The Juiceman. I thought Jeremy was pretty accurate except for the whole "90's vinyl comment". Who made vinyl in the 90's? Vinyl wasn't considered cool or indie then. It's like saying you were a Zune collector in 2006-2007... No one wanted a Zune, I was there, I went to a Rush concert sponsored by Zune. As an 80's kid as a 90's teen, I can confirm that my room also looked nearly identical to Jeremy's. I also I wore flannel (and still have a few of those flannel shirts which are 30 years old now) and sported a pair of doc martins. Overall, I actually liked the Jeremy plot.

I enjoyed the music. In the script "Beetlejuice in Love" there is a disco scene and the gag "Disco is a dead music". I found the Soul Train to be akin to the Gold Train in Russian Doll. I also found the Soul Train to be sort of like the portal door in the Good Place, once you are ready to move on, that's were you exit, otherwise the afterlife becomes crowded and torture.

I was a bit disappointed in Lydia pill popping and the anxiety she claimed she had. Why did she tell Rory that Beetlejuice terrorized her? She's the one who agreed to the deal to save the Maitlands. You're talking to the girl who said her life was one big giant dark room... and she seemed happy to have Adam Maitland possess her and make her float around the ceiling at the end of the first movie. I suppose that all characters need some sort of struggle, because slice of life movies don't hit target audiences.

But I liked the similarities she had to Delia now. Catherine O'Hara stole the show (along with Keaton). I was happy to see Delia keeping up with her successful art career. God loves a terrier!

I assumed BJ was the one who was doing all the haunting in her Ghost House show. 1) It gave him plenty of business and 2) a way to see Lyida. Very supportive. I like how Afterlife newspaper stated there was a Ouija Board Cerfew. Both me and my SO agreed that BJ was great husband material and we'd both take him up on his offer.

Be still my beating heart:

As far as the graverobber scene goes: I suggest check out the classic Czech animated film "A Goat Story". This was the Czech Republic's first CGI animated film in (2007, 0r 2009, I can't remember). Czech Republic excels at stop motion, but they tried a CGI with "these classic Czech tales" wrapped into one. Naturally, being 1400's Czech, there's a buxom blonde grave robber that flirts with a bridge builder over corpses. A female goat with a male voice who pines for the main character (a bridge builder). I Think the Juiceman himself would raise an eyebrow. It was a beloved hit family film in the Czech Republic:

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise Chapter Four

Chapter Four

"Whoa!" The person I ran headfirst into grabbed hold of my elbows. They were trying to make sure that I didn't fall onto my butt, but I flinched back from their touch and the feeling of bubbles under my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, a reflex at this point. The person noticed with a sharp inhale. They were sure they could deduce the reasoning behind that reflex but decided not to bring it up. "Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes after a moment, moving out of their reach. I plastered on a smile, tilting my head back to see the person I had inconvenienced. He had kind, honey-colored eyes and long brown hair (long even by 80 fashion standards). His hair fell like a wave of obsidian in the dark light, natural highlights glinting in the overhead lights. I noticed an animal tooth hanging from his earring in his left ear. I suspected a bear, due to the size. I blushed as I gazed upon his visage, realizing he only wore a leather jacket, no shirt underneath. The coat was open, leaving his abs on display. I gave the man a nod, praying he wouldn't ask any more questions. I also didn't want to begin to think about the tingling in my skin where his hands had touched. 

It was related to his touch since I only noticed the tingling, bubbling feeling in my elbows. Right where this man had steadied me to keep my balance. I didn't know what to think or what this would mean. No one had ever been able to elicit such a response from me ever. 

"I think she's stunned," another man with long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, a teasing smile, and a California accent smirked at the man. I stepped back, just now noticing the three other individuals accompanying the brunette. 

"Paul!" The guy in front of me admonished, rolling his eyes. It made me think this was their dynamic - Paul saying something and this man having to clean up after Paul. The brunette held me captive beneath his honey-brown eyes that refused to leave me alone. 

"Fine," I murmured, breaking eye contact. I blushed as my eyes drifted lower to view his perfect abs and then lower to settle on his thighs. He had thick thighs that were muscular and his black jeans clung to the muscles. Finally, I brought my eyes to the ground, wishing for an earthquake to open a fault and swallow me whole. 

"What's your name?" Another man spoke, breathing out smoke from the cigarette he was indulged in. My eyes rose involuntarily to look upon his countenance. This man had a darker stubble on his chiseled cheeks with the blondest hair I'd ever seen. 

He had pale blue eyes that seemed to draw me into his gaze. It felt unnerving, like he was looking deep into my soul, figuring out my secrets. The lanugo on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end, sensing some danger or electricity in the air. I couldn't say a word while my eyes were locked with his. My mouth wouldn't move to articulate the syllables of my name. His lips quirked upwards into a smirk until my brother's voice broke the spell. 

"ARIA!" Sam called out, running towards me on the Boardwalk. I jerked and yanked out of the reverie. It caused our eyes to disconnect, and I felt strange, almost empty. The four men standing there let their mouths curve upwards into smiles as my identity was no longer a secret. I turned to walk toward my brother when I heard the platinum-blonde male speak.

"We'll see you around, Aria," he promised. I turned to see their figures already walking away, leather clothing and accessories creaking as they ambled away. I wasted no time and raced to Sam's side. 

"Where have you been?" Sam yelled at me. He didn't need to worry about me as I was the oldest. Since coming out of inpatient, Sam had been treating me like I was a little kid. I didn't care for his attitude when we were alone. "Mom's worried sick about you. Did you eat anything? Or are you just waiting to pass out - again?"

My spine stiffened at his callous jab. I understood that Sam was lashing out due to the move and worried about my illness, but he didn't have to scream it at me. I didn't notice the four men stop, having heard what my brother said to me. They looked at the scene before them, taking in what information they could. No one noticed if they looked upon the scene how all four men clenched their fists in anger. They didn't appreciate how this child spoke to the lovely creature wandering the Boardwalk. 

I said nothing to Sam; I just chose to walk past him. A silent ghost wandering up the Boardwalk. I ignored my brother's ranting, focusing on the four mysterious men. They were handsome - something I've only seen in magazines or on the television. I had seen handsome guys before, but everyone paled compared to those four. I was also focused on why I felt a connection between the four. 

I had felt a weird pull in the depths of my stomach while near them. The platinum blonde held the most sway over my mind. I wondered how long I could have stared at him, but probably for as long as possible. The electrical sparks that still tingled under my skin where the brunette had gently grabbed my elbows were magical. The air around the five of us felt charged, almost as if lightning had just hit the beach where we were standing. 

My mind wandered, the visage of the four men vivid within my memory. It was almost palpable as if I could touch them in my mind as my brother and I walked to the Range Rover. My mother was waiting by the driver's side, with a bright smile, when she noticed our figures. As I walked closer, I felt as if I were being watched. It didn't feel creepy or threatening but rather heat where eyes were staring. 

I turned my head, locking green eyes on the figures of those four men. The crowd milled about them, but they kept staring at me. My cheeks turned cherry red when I realized they were enamored with me. I couldn't bear to tear my eyes away, ears reddening as the blonde-haired male with the long locks winked. 

"Aria!" My mom's voice cut through the connection. She sounded irritated, almost as if she had said my name multiple times prior. I turned my head to focus on her. "Did you eat?"

I shrugged my shoulders, my mother sighing. She was worried that she would lose me, and there was no money to put me into another inpatient clinic. I reached for the cold door handle, turning my head back towards the Boardwalk. I scanned the crowd, but it was like the men were a figment of my imagination as they were no longer standing there. I sighed, a little disappointed, and got into the car.  Chapter Five

[eastcoastelliott]

The story of my 18th Summer with just me and my Brother at the lake. I hope you enjoy.

Me and my BIG Brother CHAPTER One

When I remember my childhood, I fondly remember my family's lakehouse. That old house holds so many memories. My brother and I spent Summer after Summer in the crystal clear waters, diving off the pier, riding jet skis, and lounging away on the hot days. It was a terrific childhood, but the year I turned 18 stands out as the most significant year for me, my brother, and that old house.

I am getting ahead of myself. Let me give you a bit of history about the two brothers named Kyle and Kameron. Our parents were married one year after I was born. My biological father was a jerk and left when Mom got pregnant. She married my Dad when I was about 18 months old. Mom and Dad were in their 30s, so they only dated briefly. Dad's first wife (Kyles's Mom) had died shortly after Kyle was born. Dad wrote my Mom an insurance policy 10 months after her death, and they've been in love since.

Mom has always said, "When you know, you know, and we knew." Technically, Kyle and I were stepbrothers, but we only knew each other as 100% brothers. Even Grandmama said, "The Lord sent your Mama to your Daddy; they needed each other."

We grew up in the 90s. That was when you still played outside until dark, and video games were great, but not our lives. It was also a time when being an "out and proud" gay kid was not very popular, especially in the South. "Will and Grace" was popular, but they hadn't changed the whole country yet. It was far from the acceptance we enjoy today.

 

Kyle and I were two years apart but always close and unusually best friends. He was the oldest, but growing up, we both had matching swimmer builds, greenish/blue eyes, and natural blond/brown hair. Mine was a bit more naturally curly, and Kyles flowed with waves. In our younger years, we were often mistaken as twins. The High School years removed our similarities. Teenage years tend to separate the masses between the jocks, nerds, preps, and plain awkward. Kyle and I Felt that natural selection firsthand.

 

Kyle was the typical straight-A, Gorgeous Jock. Football quarterback, straight out of an 80s teen movie. He was the poster boy for that "type." His athletics and daily workouts led him to a much larger build than mine. I went through a heavy stage in High School. I no longer had a swimmer's build; my only 6 pack was Coca-Cola. I wasn't into sports but excelled in chorus and drama. (Are you shocked?)

I was always a bit "fem" acting. I didn't set out to be that way. It's simply how I was. (It's how I am today.)  I often got a lot of grief because of my natural mannerisms. And anytime Kyle knew about it, he was right there to set the bullies straight. Although we would never have been friends in the 80s teen movie script, we remained as close as any two friends could be. He was my hero. I looked up to him, and although I forced myself to deny it, on a subconscious level, I looked AT HIM.

I never allowed myself to explore any of those thoughts. It was not often, not even daily. But during the intense heat of a JO session, my mind would occasionally journey across the clear boundaries and into the taboo that was my attraction to his physical form. It was impossible for anyone to ignore the raw maleness that dripped from every part of his frame. Hell, I imagine his buddies looked at him with the same natural attraction. Well, maybe not exactly the same? Regardless, NO. He is my brother. And with that, the images and thoughts were buried and ignored.

Our childhood was a good one. We took vacations as a family and spent our summers at the lake. Holidays and annual events were pictures from a Norman Rockwell collection. Today, we are called Generation X, but at that time, we were kids and teenagers, enjoying our youth and living our best lives as the world of social media and technology grew up around us. We always thought of ourselves as fortunate. We were siblings and best pals.

When Kyle left for college, I was devastated. I felt like my world was gone. My days were no longer filled with the warm-hearted big brother, and the first year without him, I got very depressed. I stopped eating, but that depression turned out to be a great weight loss plan. We stayed in touch for the first year. I coveted those holidays.

Things changed in his second year. It was my senior year. It was the first year that I started to "come into my own," if you will. I got in shape, lost weight, and gained a bit of much-needed independence. Kyle didn't come home much that year. He was studying to be in the sports medical field and devoted all his time to school. That was the first year we drifted apart. Although it was only one year, for the first time, we both developed two separate lives. Each one without the other. I remember being so busy and excited about the future that I almost forgot to miss my big brother.

Class of 1998! My Senior year was coming to an end, and the Summer was beginning. Being a bit older than the norm, our parents had both retired by the time I finished High School: Dad from establishing and selling a multimillion-dollar insurance firm and Mom from 30+ years in pharmaceuticals. Their dream and plan was to travel.

They had both worked hard and raised two responsible boys and deserved every moment of retirement. Kyle and I really had two wonderful parents.

 

Summer of '98

 

EVERYTHING changed, and I found out what BIG Brother really means.

June 5th, 1998, I walked across the stage and accepted my High School diploma. (Kyle was too busy to make the event, but I had become used to his absence.)

On June 6th, my parents hugged me, said goodbye, and pulled out of the driveway in a new 42-foot motor home. They were headed on a three-month trip across the country.

On June 7th, I threw my bags in the car, locked the house, and began the trip to our family's lakehouse. I always told my parents I wanted to spend the Summer before college at the lakehouse. I reflected on the past year as I drove the two hours to the lake. It had been a great year, but I was still dealing with my sexuality. I hadn't told anyone, but now I realize that everyone knew but me.

 

I'm a procrastinator, so it was dark when I got to the house. But I was on my own. No parents, no rules, and a whole summer to explore any other "possibly gay, but not really" guys who were at the lake that year? There may be another guy like me looking for a summer romance. My mind was reeling with thoughts.

 

I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS HEADED MY WAY!

 

I pulled up the drive and under the cart port. I walked up the stairs to the familiar front porch. Motion sensor lights came on every step of the way, illuminating the familiar path I had run so many times as a child. I turned the key and pushed the old wooden door open. The wonderful musky smell of old house and pine walls took me directly back to the years with my family. I pictured the hundreds of times that Kyle and I raced to cross the threshold first. It had been a few years since I had been there. Mom and Dad came a few times each year, and other family members used the house for events. But then I felt tears fall from my eyes as the moment's nostalgia swept me away.

 

I went to the master bedroom and unpacked. The last time I was here was two summers ago when we had our grandparent's 50th anniversary dinner. For years, my family would spend that same week at this house because my Birthday is also in June. This year I would turn 18. However, I insisted on having a quiet celebration alone. That's what I had always planned.

 

Like a movie montage, I wanted to spend my 18th Birthday alone at the lakehouse, preparing myself for the rest of my life. I had pictured symbolic days of self-reflection during which I would gain inner strength and my future would fall into place because of my newfound independence. Drama, remember??

 

I was exhausted from the trip and from the events of the past few days. I finished unpacking and lay across the old, familiar queen-size sleighbed. I soon fell asleep to the wonderful sounds and Arctic cold air produced by the huge old AC unit in the corner window. I dreamt of many things that night. One particular dream was of Kyle. I guess the old smells triggered some memories. I slept as comfortably and securely as I always had within those walls. At some point during the night, I managed to move myself between the cool sheets and found complete rest under one of Grandmama's heavy quilts.

 

The sun began to shine through mini blinds and it crept its way slowly towards my face. I revolted against its intrusion and shoved myself beneath the covers for the wonder of slumber sleep. I had just started to drift back into dreamland when I heard something from the kitchen side of the house. I Shook it off as some groceries I had brought falling. Back to dreamland.

 

PLANK!! OK, that's not groceries. My slumber 100% now over as my fear became completely real. Mouse? No, It's gotta be Jason from Friday the 13th. I'm at a lakehouse, alone. It was definitely the lakeside stranger. He had come to kill his first in-the-closet gay victim like some kind of Dahmer copycat. I knew immediately that my fate was to end up in a freezer. I slowly pulled myself to the edge of the bed. It was cold. The trusty AC had done its job, bringing the room to a meat-hanging temp.

 

BAM-CLACK!!! Yep, it's a killer, and he's not even trying to be discrete. I waited until the AC compressor started again so the killer couldn't hear my steps. Maybe I could run out the front door. I was only wearing a pair of well-worn Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but the neighbors would just have to see the goods. This was life and death. I stepped to the door and peeked through the space between the Frame and the door. All I could see was a baseball cap and a large frame. He appeared to be going back out the back door. That led to the rear porch, where he was obviously getting an axe to kill me. (Again, dramatic me.)

I quickly opened the door halfway and bolted to the front door. DAMNIT!! It was locked and we had installed a Key lock deadbolt in years past to prevent someone from breaking the glass and opening the lock. It was planned for safety. Now it would be the thing that caused my death.

 

The rear door shut, he was coming back in. I ran back to the bedroom, my heart beating through my chest. Oh OK GOD, help me, I thought as his footsteps started towards the bedroom. I didn't know what to do. I hid behind the door. He slowly walked into the bedroom where I had left the door halfway open. It was dark In the room, only the few rays of light to help guide me in this situation. He slowly came in and walked over to the bed. He seemed to be planning to just start slashing me right there without waking me.

 

I held my breath and watched as he got closer and closer to the bed. I had to do something before he realized no one was there. As any level-headed, still in-the-closet, 175-pound gay drama club president would do… I SCREAMED and ran out of the bedroom to the back door, pushing the Intruder over the nightstand and onto the bed. I continued down the back stairs, around the house, and towards the pier. Yes, I ran to the pier. (I now respect people in horror movies. They are not thinking logically.) I ran onto the pier. Not to the street. Not to the neighbors. Not even to my unlocked car. I ran to the pier.

 

 I suppose I was subconsciously planning to swim away from him?  I got to the end of the pier and looked back towards the house. The killer was standing on the porch. My contacts were not in, and my glasses were somewhere on the now-toppled nightstand. I couldn't see any details, but I could see him on the front porch. He had a big frame that looked dark and menacing. He started walking down the steps towards me.

 

PANICK!!!! He was deranged. He was coming to kill me. In broad daylight. He started yelling, My name. "Kameron!! Oh dear God in heaven, blessed mother of Dorothy Zbornack, he knows my name. I Bet he hid under my car like the killer in "Cape Fear." He's been stalking me for years. Waiting for me to be alone. He's gonna make a coat outta my skin. "KAMERON, come on!! "he yelled as he walked closer.

 

Not today, Satan! I jumped off the pier and started swimming to the neighbor's dock. I was a good swimmer and was halfway there when I turned around. I saw my killer at the end of our pier, holding his stomach, laughing. I wiped my eyes and squinted. "Bro, Kameron, it's me, it's Kyle!!!"

 

WHAT??? KYLE??

 

I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. Our lake was not terribly deep and always crystal clear. I was wading water when I dropped my legs and realized I could stand. The water level reached my shoulders as the cool sand crept between my toes. The rush of chilled water helped me gain my composure as the reality of all this came into my mind. I slowly started walking and treading water back towards our pier and my hysterical big brother.

 

"Oh My God, you almost tore the back door off." Ha ha ha Bahaaa!! He was rolling, literally pee-in-pants, “I can’t breathe” laughter, fell from his face. My embarrassing actions now turned to anger. I climbed up the steps onto the pier and lunged at Kyle. "What the Hell BRO. What the fuck are you doing here? You scared the shit outta me." "damn you man this aint funny." I shouted.

 

Still laughing Kyle raised his hands to defend my shoves, "Hey hey, I'm sorry, I was gonna surprise you for your birthday." He stated.

"well, you managed that, asshole," I yelled and gave him one final shove as I stormed off towards the house.

 

"Kameron, hey bro, I'm sorry, don't be mad. I didn't mean to scare you." Kyle retorted as he started coming after me, still laughing under his breath. In my greatest dramatic performance to date, I marched back up onto the front porch and turned towards him. "I seriously could have had a heart attack, did you even think about anything? Mr Doctor?" Realizing how super silly that statement was, I couldn't help but crack a smile when I turned and looked at him.

 

I hadn't seen Kyle in almost a year. If he had been studying, it must have been in a gym with tanning bulbs in the ceiling. He stood there in ripped jeans, brilliant white sneakers, and a black tank top that clung to each muscle as if it were holding on for its very existence. A thread-bare white shirt draped perfectly over his full shape, and a college cap fit tight on his head with that expertly curved bill.

 

I looked into his bright green eyes and saw true regret, as if his county fair balloon had just popped. I melted a bit, but I still held onto my self-presumed sibling rivalry and smiled.

I don't know much about "Mary," but there is something about Kyle that makes my world better. I smiled bigger.

 

"Well. I guess it was a little funny." I said as I issued a brief parole from his previous sentence. "He beamed those million-dollar teeth back at me and said, "Damn right it was. Funny-as hell. But you almost made me stab myself with the nightstand and lamp. Dumb-ass…” He said as he ran up onto the porch to give me a hug.

 

His arms engulfed me. I melted into his embrace, his friendship, and his general love for me. The connection that had always been so natural returned immediately. We jostled and tossed each other's hair as we shared a heartfelt greeting. Keeping our masculine bravado, we both knew that all was well within our world.

 

He pushed me back and said, "Lil bro, you look great. Damn, do I need to barricade the door to block all the high school hotties from getting in here? Mom and Dad said you'd lost weight but damn bro. You look incredible."

 

I blushed and literally soaked in the compliments like a dry sponge. I had, in fact, changed. My braces were off, and my chest was defined. I had an early tan, which made my teeth even brighter than they actually were. I'd also let my curly hair grow a bit, giving me a surfer kid kind of look. I hadn't started to realize all the changes until that moment. I think about that even today.

 

The next few comments left me with a permanent blush and more than a few questions.

"Bro, I can't get over the change. We are Definitely gonna have to board up the doors when they find out the two gorgeous Kirkland boys are in this house." Kyle continued as he made his way past me to the front door. We had always been close and he had always been kind. But we had never shared compliments on looks or physique. You know, we kept it “All Bro.”

 

"Man, shut up. I'm still pissed at you, so I'm not buying the flattery and Kyle charm." I shot back. Then he looked down and spoke. "Theres no flattering needed lil bro,  and from the looks of whats slipping out of those wet shorts, it appears that you've grown a delicious bit of gorgeousness of your own." He stated with a wink and walked into the house.

 

I looked down and somewhere in all th struggles my well worn Calvins had ripped. One previous rip had now been torn much further, and a new rip at the "easy access" pouch had also ripped. These two strategic tears had left the large mushroom head of my cut cock, and the midsection of my hefty shaft exposed to the morning sun. I quickly covered myself and went inside. Red as a beet!!

 

What did Kyle say? Did I hear him right? Did he say delicious? gorgeousness?

I'm sure he didn't say delicious? No. Right‽ I was filled with emotions I had never felt. Something stirred within me. Something erotic, yet taboo. I questioned every word spoken on that porch. Today I know what he said, and I know that he meant to enlist those exact emotions. But in that moment, I had no idea what was happening. I certainly didn't know what life changes that Summer would bring.

 

Chapter Two

The morning had begun with fear and embarrassment. My mind was still reeling from the roller coaster of emotions I had just experienced.

I walked to the house towards the master bath. As I stepped into the room, I found the lamp on the floor, the shade bent, and the light bulb broken. It had met its fate when I made my daring escape from my serial killer, Big Brother. I straightened up the nightstand and lazily shoved the broken glass under the corner to deal with later. Typically, I would have cleaned that up immediately. But at this moment, my mind was focused on much more. My head was spinning, and my heart was still beating with excitement. Had I just heard things, right? Had my brother called my dick delicious? Was he staring at it? Was he staring at me? No way. But he definitely said “delicious.” It must be some new college term that I was not hip to? Surely, I'd misread that. Misread or not. My cock jumped with excitement at the thought of Kyle looking at me.

As I carefully moved the final piece of broken glass, I couldn't help but chuckle with laughter. Thinking about my actions and picturing me running and jumping into the lake. That was funny, I had to admit it. I was on one knee with my left side to the door when Kyle stepped into the doorway.

He leaned in, placing his hands on either side of the doorway. They wrapped themselves around the doorframe, holding the weight of his body. His abrupt halt had caused beautiful natural blonde streaks to sway towards his cheekbones. They came to rest at the edge of his cheeks as if to cradle the sculpted perfection. His large physique filled the entrance as if he were perfectly chiseled out of a piece of flawless tanned ivory. I was suddenly looking at the cover of a teen romance novel as the daylight illuminated the room behind him. As he leaned in, his biceps flexed and stretched the paper-thin fabric of the white fabric clinging to his body.

Thankfully my cock was exposed on the opposite side of my body because it jumped again and started its ascent to the sky.

 

The combination of morning, ripped Calvins, and Kyle was too much for my 18-year-old hormones to handle. "Oh Shit, did you break it?" He questioned. "Hell no, you broke it." I retorted with a peal of continuous laughter, careful to hide my growing member. He gave me the trademarked million-dollar smile, rolled his beautiful green eyes, and muttered, "Whatever, Lil bro…" as he bounced to the kitchen.

I waited until I could clearly hear him in the kitchen, then I stood up and quickly stepped to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, I took a deep breath.

I then took a brief moment to deal with something I hadn't given much thought to in a while. Kyle had been away for so long. I had not had to deal with these feelings in some time. It had been a year since I sat in my bedroom, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Kyle getting out of the shower. Even longer since I had watched him play ball in the backyard or help dad around the house in running shorts. The guilt and combined shame of this hidden lust had not been an issue for some time. I had hoped and prayed it was a teenage phase or hormonal puberty thing. The gay thoughts were dealt with, but the taboo of this??? No, No, I couldn't go back to pining over Kyle again. Those thoughts were buried long ago, never to resurface. RIGHT?  But what the hell had just happened? Had my Bog Brother just flirted with me?

 

WHAT in literal HELL???

 

My mind was more confused than a peach tree blooming in December. My mind was reeling with incredibly inappropriate thoughts of Kyle. The layers of denial were stripped away, and the reality of that “desire” came back to the surface with a fury.

 

I grabbed a towel and started to dry my wet hair. As I looked up and started to ruffle the other side of my head, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. There stood a smaller version of Kyle. The similarities that we had as kids had returned. Of course there were differences, but I was looking at a smaller version of my brother. Kyle with ripped Calvins, a toned, tanned build, and freshly shaved heavy balls presenting a hefty semi-hard-on. I had jerked off to the mirror many times before. Picturing it was another guy. But I had not done so since my body had blossomed into my brother's smaller framed double. I dropped the towel to the floor and guided my right hand to my dick. I grasped the shaft, and, with two strokes, I was rock hard. I didn’t try to bury anything. I allowed my mind to run free. Fresh and raw visions of my brother flooded my mind. I stepped closer to the mirror. My hand was now starting to work with a pleasurable rhythm. I allowed my left hand to touch my chest and slid it down to the waistband of the partially destroyed boxer briefs. The HOTNESS of being partially nude was too tempting as I played with the waistband and pulled it down touching the base of my shaft.

 

I focused my attention on my body and cock as I held its rigid straightness tightly in my hand. Up and down the pole, I stroked, imagining my brother's cock in my hand. I halted briefly and allowed saliva to fall from my mouth and land on the head of my cock. I kept the rhythm as I simply allowed the natural lubricant to engulf my rod, intensifying the desire. My left hand now stretching the waistband of my underwear further down, allowing its elasticity to rub against my hard dick. I released the waistband and propped myself against the wall with my left hand as I started to feel that beautiful release building up inside me. I thought of my tongue reaching forward to touch the tip of Kyles Dick.

 

Sweat started to bead on my forehead as my mind raced to Kyle. I imagined his hands pulling me up for a deep, passionate kiss right before leading me gently back down to his crotch. I could almost feel his two hands caress the back of my head as he guided my lips towards his thick, throbbing manhood. I thought of him saying: "Its all yours lil brother, Ive wanted you for so long." With that thought I exploded onto the mirror.

 

Stream after stream of hot cum hit the mirror with a force that seemed enough to crack its surface. The strength of my youthful cum shot was evident as  I watched the creamy substance splatter on the surface. As each pulse of cum hit the reflective surface, I wished it was my face being rewarded with Kyle's seed. I shook with pleasure as the orgasm rippled through me. The last stream hit the floor as the fluid started to drip from my mushroom head and spilled on my thumb. I brought the cum to my lip and applied it like gloss, then allowed my tongue to taste its sweet saltiness. I trembled with final waves of orgasm as I pictured myself tasting my Big Brother.

 

Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and allowed reality to once again invade my fantasy. I turned towards the shower and started the water. The smell of bacon began to fill the air as I heard Kyle shout. "Jerk it quick, dipshit, Im cooking breakfast." We had always teased one another about this. If he had only knew how many times he had yelled that same thing while I was doing just that, secretly thinking about him. This time had been different. He had given me more to work with than just passing glimpses and tight clothing. He had actually talked about ME, and commented on ME. Not just me, but he called my cock delicious.

 

I cleaned the mirror and stepped into the shower all the while trying to figure out those comments. I realized something as I soaped up and allowed the warm water to refocus my attention. The guilt and shame that normally followed a "Kyle centered orgasm," was no longer there. I had to remind myself that it was not normal. I actually had to tell myself, "It’s your BROTHER, Kameron…” I guess my Baptist upbringing allowed some shred of guilt to creep back in, but there was still some kind of acceptance going on. There was definitely less guilt, and for the first time, my thoughts didn’t bring the disgrace it had always bestowed.

 

Again, What in Baptist HELL???

 

Breakfast was the same as hundreds of times before. The two Kirkland brothers sitting at the round oak table teasing one another, talking and laughing, having breakfast at the lake. The past year had been the longest we had been apart. I had often wondered if our reunion would be awkward. You know how things are when you’re not around someone. Sometimes, it takes a while to regain that level of oneness. It took us about three seconds. Since the terror of the morning had passed, when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, I was greeted by Kyle. My Brother. My Best Friend. My Kyle.

 

It turns out that He had been working and studying so that he could spend part of the Summer at the lake as well. It had been a surprise that Mom and Dad helped coordinate. Up until that day, I had truly wanted to be here alone, but Kyle being with me felt safe, normal, and truly meant to be. We had a terrific day being lazy, just enjoying one another. Laughing and catching up. We spent most of the day at the end of the pier in the sun or swimming. We had some lunch out there, and it was like our childhood. Ham sandwiches and chips with cans of SunDrop. The day was filled with Great Big inner tubes, floating chairs, and the smell of tanning oil.

 

It was a terrific day for me. I got to keep my eyes planted on my gorgeous brother all day long. He wasn’t wearing a Speedo or anything revealing. Instead, he chose a pair of board shorts. Trust me, in my imagination, they got removed each time he came out of the water.

There was some odd spirit in the air all day. I couldn’t place it, but I remember there being a calm, almost freedom between us that we had never experienced. I believed it was the fact that we had both grown older and more mature. Looking back, I can clearly see what was happening that day. That entire day, Kyle kept telling me that he had a surprise planned. Something major planned for later.

 

After lunch we even went back to the house for a nap because he said: “We will need our rest for later.” He kept saying that he wanted my 18th Birthday to be the best of my life, and he was here to make sure that happened. I had no idea what he meant. At the time. Today, I believe he had the night planned out all along. That Birthday remains My Favorite Birthday Celebration of all time!! That day was a precursor for our entire Summer. It shaped my entire life and Kyles.

We look back sometimes, and…  Well, I'm getting ahead of myself again.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

Me and My BIG Brother pt 3

 

The sun began to set on my 18th birthday as I woke from an afternoon nap. Kyle had insisted that we take a nap. Although it wasn't my typical routine, the sun had drained me. The thought of curling up in one of Gran's heavy blankets with that big ole window unit blowing arctic air into the dark lakehouse bedroom sounded like heaven. It was. (Many times over the years, I have found myself full of tears thinking of that wonderful old room, and Gran.) 

When I opened my eyes, I saw twilight colors peeking through the window. The air was filled with that lazy summer, Saturday afternoon feeling. The days when you had no specific plans, and no obligations to fulfill. God had painted the sky with shades of pink, orange, and red. The hues melted together as they spilled through the blinds and onto the pinewood planks. I slipped out of bed and headed to witness the full spectrum of the sunset. One of the most spectacular things about the Lake was its sunsets. They could easily take your breath away. This one was no disappointment.

 

With hair pressed to one side of my head, I swayed towards the living room. Kyle was nowhere to be found. The house was expansive; he could have been anywhere. I assumed he had taken refuge in our childhood bedroom, and I was correct. I opened the door to find him asleep on the bottom of our old bunk bed. The nostalgia was immense, but the picture was quite different. Where there had once been a skinny kid curled under a blanket, now lay a broad-shouldered man. He now encompassed the entire space with one leg off the side. A twin-sized mattress, no longer able to hold his full form. I watched him breathe and let my mind wander.

 

I thought of my life after this summer. I thought of Kyle's life at school and the current paths of all my family. The four of us were always a close bunch, but now it seemed we had separate journeys. Our parents were now determined to spend their retirement exploring the world, as well as they should; they certainly deserved it. They had made their intentions clear for years with phrases like, "Boys, when your Mom and I retire, you'll have to send a messenger pigeon to find us." Mom would say, "Yall, make sure you get a job that supports you because we don't plan to leave you a dime. You can have the house and the RV. Unless we need to sell the house to keep up our expensive on-the-road lifestyle." Dad would chime in, "By that time, y'all should be doing well on your own. You can send us money and support us until we drive over the same cliff as Thelma and Louise did." This was always followed by laughter, yet we knew that a portion was completely true. I chuckled at the thoughts.

 

I started thinking about what our lives would be like in the next few years. I'm sure Kyle would find a girl and get married. What would I do? I had known I was gay for some time now. I knew Mom and Dad knew as well. We simply hadn't talked about it. That's how things were as Southern Baptists in the 90s. You threw things under the rug and left them alone, like normal people. There were very few deep talks about feelings. Both Mom and Dad were supportive and loving, but we let things go without words. Wait until I tell you how I "came out." So typical for my family.

 

Back to the Lakehouse… As my mind pondered the many unknowns, I stood in the doorway and just listened to Kyle sleep. It was an adorable sight. He had a slight snore. Nothing obnoxious, only enough to let you know he was asleep. His tanned leg caught the same sunset that I had just seen. The rays of color leaped from one side of the room to the other as they struck his perfect jawline, casting a flawless shadow onto his chest. I thought; “that sunset ain't the only thing God did well.” About then, I glanced at the small dresser mirror and saw even more of that resemblance. I looked back at Kyle just in time to watch the afternoon's amber rays meet the emerald green in Kyle's half opened eyes. I heard, "Are you just standing there looking at yourself in the mirror? Get out, get your own mirror; this one is for my face." He muttered and laughed as he stretched himself awake.

 

I was a bit embarrassed that he had caught me watching him, but I played it off and started walking towards the dresser to dig through the drawer. "So, what's the plan? What's this amazing memory we're going to create? Wait, are you taking me on some kind of hunting thing with one of your high school buddies? Cause if I have to dress in camouflage, I didn't bring a thing." I stated with my usual quick wit and shallow comic timing. "And I ain't shooting nothin'," I added with the same demeanor. Kyle rolled his eyes and leaned up in the tiny bed. He rested on his elbows and said, "I guess you could say it's a bit of hunting. But you're going to have to help me out this time. I'm taking you to the hunting grounds." He winked and shot me a shy and devious smile. I stood there and pondered on what he could have meant as he hopped up and headed towards the hallway bathroom. He punched my arm as he passed by and said, Come on, Get ready. We have a whole night ahead of us." He was in the bathroom before I could protest or question any further.

I left the bedroom doorway and started walking back to the master bedroom. That was not typically my room, but I claimed it for this summer. Since Kyle was in the shower, I unpacked the remainder of my things. The last 36 hours had been filled with too much excitement to worry about unpacking. I gently placed one summer's worth of items into the cedar-scented dresser drawers. My mind was racing; Hunting Grounds? What did that mean? I didn't give it much more thought as my mind began to focus on spending the evening with my Big Brother.

The closest major city was a port town called Wilmington, NC. There was a mid-size town of approximately 150 thousand people. The great thing about it was the mixture of cultures. It hugged the coast of North Carolina, so one part of town carried a definite laid-back beach surfer vibe. However, traveling about 20 miles across town, the downtown area boasted an Urban Bohemian feeling. The lakehouse was in a tiny community surrounding the Lake. There was a general store, a gas station, a small Walmart and a handful of mom-and-pop restaurants. Over the years, we have traveled to this city many times for supplies and items that are unavailable locally. I assumed that Kyle had something planned there. The lazy lakeside community was not big on nightlife. My mind continued to race as I heard the bathroom door open.

"Hey, Bro, I'm out. Get Ready; I know how long it takes you." He yelled as I heard the wet bare feet hitting the hardwood floor as they traveled across the hallway.

"Shut Up," I demanded as I closed the dresser drawers and turned to make my way towards Kyle's room. "What am I supposed to wear? I seriously don't have camouflage. I didn't bring much." I spoke as I walked towards his room to hear him better. In complete honesty, I could hear him fine. I was walking closer to see him fresh out of the shower. The sight of My Brother with a towel around his waist was a vision I had not drooled over in some time. I figured, lets add to the photobook. I continued mumbling as I got closer to the entrance, "I was not planning to go to a prom; all I brought were clothes to hang ar… round, in…" My words slowed to a dead stop and stumbled into a blubber as I arrived at Kyles wide open door and looked up. Kyle was standing at the side of the bed with a pair of wide waistband blue briefs in one hand and red CK boxer briefs in the other. Other than these articles of clothing, nothing else was touching his body. He was completely naked. He held both pairs of underwear up, gave each one an inquisitive look, and said, "Ok, tell me, blue or red."

My heart may have briefly stopped. My eyes immediately started to work overtime as I surveyed the vision and stored snapshots for later memory. I had seen Kyle before, but those had been sneaked peeks. They were small glimpses and occasional bathroom moments. I had never been given such a bold, deliberately unobstructed view. I also quickly scanned the changes that had manifested over the past year. Today had obviously been the only time he had tanned while wearing shorts. His minimal tan lines drew a reddish-pink line across his waistline and above his knees. He was smooth almost everywhere. A dusting of blonde leg hair covered his beautiful stems. The evening twilight had since given way to a dark purple sky, and the lights inside the house gave off an enchanting Amber glow. The shadows seemed to highlight Kyle's Heavenly features. A perfect group of muscles gathered to form a deeply defined Adonis Belt V that seemed to point to the Grand Prize.

It was definitely worth the attention, and my soul gave a standing ovation as my eyes drank in this marvelous view. Kyle's package was neatly shaven but not completely. Two heavy balls hung lazily on either side of an equally weighted, perfectly formed Cock. His balls were smooth and served as the superb backdrop for such an incredible piece of God's artistry.

His dick was just like mine, but longer and thicker. It looked semi-hard as its weight hung low and commanded the attention of all the air around it. Y’all, I swear I think the damn thing glowed with a golden aura.  I was stunned, and I stared directly at it. It was male perfection. There was no hiding or glancing. I did not look away and say, "I'm sorry." Once my two eyes met this sight, I was in a trance.

Kyle stood before me with the confidence of a New York runway model. He was holding two pairs of underwear in his hands like puppets. He looked as innocent as a lamb as he intentionally allowed me to remain in this dumbfounded stooper. I finally circled the wagons in my mind and landed back on the Prairie. I stumbled through the words, "Umm, Red, ah, but I like the blue too…" I'm honestly shocked I said that much.

"Let me try them on…" He started as he tossed the red pair in the bed and turned to put in the blue. “…cause they both look good, but I think one makes the goods look better." He faced me full frontal again. "I got these from a friend in school. He sells them and asked me to model them for a promo thing. I got to keep all the undies." He continued as he strutted across the room to see himself in the mirror. His left side was towards me as he looked back at the mirror behind him, saying, "They are comfortable as Fuck, and I never thought I'd give a damn about underwear, but I may be spoiled."

The entire time Kyle walked around the room, I just watched and tried to think of what to say. I wanted to be cool, calm, and collected, but the only thing being collected was blood as it raced to harden my dick. There was no way to hide it. I was in boxer briefs myself. I pushed myself to the doorframe and said. "I like those, but let's see the red ones." I was pretty damn bold now. I wanted another view of that massive cock.

"Yeah, they're comfortable too, and I think these show off the package better. I'll let you decide." Kyle stated as his tanned thumbs slipped into the waistband of the blue pair. I was almost confident he was getting harder, and that was confirmed as the head of his cock slid from the bondage of the blue fabric. It flopped out and presented its (definite) semi-hard self to the world as Kyle tossed one garment on the bed and leaned over for the other. When he came back up with the red pair in his hand, he opened his arms and said. "Well, I'm sorry, Lil bro, I'm guessing he approves of the audience. He sure seems to be pointing towards you. Maybe he missed you watching him?" He confessed with a grip as he slipped one leg and then the other into the red boxer briefs.

Stunned, I finally looked up and muttered, "What? Watching … him? what?" My face flushed with the same deluge of blood that had rushed to my dick. My heart was pumping in tandem, trying to fill my cock and my face with blood at the same time. I was beet red and starting to sweat as I searched for the next words to say. "Hey, hey, no, no, I didn't mean it like that." He started as he approached me and placed his right hand on my shoulder. "I'm not angry or giving you a hard time." His voice was slower now, like a gentle whisper. His face was so close to mine that his breath caressed my cheek. “Kameron, It's ok; honestly, I've always enjoyed you watching me." He continued as his hand slid off my shoulder and tightened around my bicep. "Hey bro, I've always known you were watching me in the shower. I tried to make sure you saw what you wanted to see." He whispered.

I stared at the floor with enough concentration to look directly through the wood planks to the ground below. My heart was beating in my ears, my cock was throbbing, and my body was trembling. Kyle took his left hand and brought it to my cheek. He slowly cradled my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his. "Was I right or wrong?" Kyle asked with a louder, sultry, matter-of-fact expression. He tilted his head to the right, smiled ever so slightly, and came closer. His hips guided his still semi-hard cock to mine. The fabric containing his stiff manhood softly brushed the stretched cotton holding in my hard dick. He then slid his hand to my hand and started to draw imaginary lines from my middle knuckle to the bend in my wrist.

"It Seems like I was right all these years. This is what you wanted to see." When he said the word "THIS" he pressed himself harder into my hard-on. I thought I might faint as I stood there without saying a word. Kyle's breath passed my face; his eyes remained deadlocked on mine. My brain took a moment to register the situation, and my hormones took over as I leaned forward. Kyle's tongue stretched forth to wet his full lips. The moist heat felt like warm oil dripping over my body as our lips gently touched. It was a light and soft kiss, then another. Our lips were teasing one another. Together then apart, then back together again to find themselves within centimeters of one another.

Kyle's cock was now rock hard, and it found its rightful place as it was pressed directly next to my rigid cock. The two pieces of male flesh raged together as if they were part of the same body, perfectly fit to live together. The only thing preventing their touch was two layers of translucent material. This barrier was now the only thing preventing the complete disclosure of the contents hidden deep within our own Pandora's box. Years of fantasy and desire were now a reality. I had scripted millions of scenes between Kyle and me in my mind, yet none contained the passion and ecstasy of this moment. This wasn't a script, and this wasn't a daydream. I finally broke my silence and said, "Kyle, I want to." He stopped me with another kiss, then pulled himself away far enough to take my hand and guide it to his dick. His breath shuttered when my hand made contact. I wrapped my fingers around Kyles perfect cock and gently rubbed it up and down as if following an animal instinct. We both took a breath as if it were the first one after being submerged and deprived of oxygen.

We exhaled, and Kyle said, "I hope that is what you want because I've wanted to feel your hands on my cock for a long time." I leaned in to kiss him, and we both started to move back into the room. My right hand reached for his waistline, and I allowed my fingers to pull back the elastic fibers. I was about to actually feel my brother's erect cock for the first time. The palm of my hand was hot with anticipation. The years of thirst were about to be quenched as I inched further towards Kyles concrete rod. My body was still halfway in the dimly lit hallway. Suddenly the motion sensor light beamed light onto the porch, and the solid glass door allowed it to flood the hallway with light. At that exact moment, we heard a shrill voice, "YooHoo, Kameron!!! It's Aunt Patty!! Knock Knock!!"

DAMNIT!!!!

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Rhodri Rhydderch

The Ogre King of C.R.C Rhodri Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's uncle and the brother of Hywel, Rhodri. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a goal-orientated but kind-hearted father. Don't mess with his children, especially not Fionn.

"You want your Shrek quotes, go to Fionn, not me."

Name

Full Legal Name: Rhodri Riagán Llew Cathassach Rhydderch

First Name: Rhodri

Meaning: From the Old Welsh name 'Rotri', derived from 'Rod' 'Wheel' and 'Ri' 'King'

Pronunciation: RAW-dree

Origin: Welsh

Middle Name(s): Riagán, Llew, Cathassach

Meaning(s): Riagán: From Old Irish 'Riacán', probably derived from 'Ri' 'King' combined with a diminutive suffix. Llew: Variant of 'Lleu' (Probably a Welsh form of 'Lugus', which is possibly from one of the Indo-European roots 'Lewk' 'Light, Brightness', 'Lewg' 'Dark' or 'Lewgh' 'Oath'), short form of 'Llewelyn' (A variant of 'Llywelyn' influenced by the Welsh word 'Llew' 'Lion'). Coincides with the Welsh word 'Llew' meaning 'Lion'. Cathassach: Means 'Vigilant' in Irish

Pronunciation(s): REE-a-gan. SHEW. KA-ha-sakh

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh, Welsh Mythology. Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch' from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' Exalted'

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Ogre King, Rhodri Rhydderch

Reason: This is Rhodri's ring name

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 77

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: December 5th 1943

Symbols: Ogres, Ogresses, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Irish

Spoken Languages: Irish, Welsh, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Theme Song: 'Tutti Frutti' - Little Richard (1961-)

Voice Actor: Brendan Gleeson

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 182 cm

Weight: 172 lbs / 78 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: An 'Average' Spread

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 20

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)

Scars: Surgical scars on his back

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Naoise Rhydderch, Uinseann Rhydderch, Yorath Rhydderch, Bran Rhydderch, Delwyn Rhydderch, Fergus Rhydderch, Hywel Rhydderch, Conall Pritchard

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Grania Rhydderch

Mentor: Gearalt Rhydderch

Significant Other: Grania Rhydderch

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Gearalt Rhydderch (R.I.P, Father), Angharad Rhydderch (101, Mother, Née MacMathan)

Parents-In-Law: Arran Kavanaugh (R.I.P, Father-In-Law), Briallen Kavanaugh (R.I.P, Mother-In-Law, Née Mac Ghabhann)

Siblings: Naoise Rhydderch (80, Brother), Uinseann Rhydderch (74, Brother), Yorath Rhydderch (71, Brother), Bran Rhydderch (68, Brother), Delwyn Rhydderch (65, Brother), Fergus Rhydderch (62, Brother), Hywel Rhydderch (59, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Too Many To List

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Fionn Rhydderch (47, Son), Aisling O'Hannigan (44, Daughter, Née Rhydderch), Caoimhe O'Hannegan (41, Daughter, Née Rhydderch), Uilliam Rhydderch (38, Son), Ivor Rhydderch (35, Son), Eithne O'Hannagan (32, Daughter, Née Rhydderch)

Children-In-Law: Unity Rhydderch (48, Fionn's Wife, Née Sauvageon), Keaton O'Hannigan (45, Aisling's Husband), Cadell O'Hannegan (42, Caoimhe's Husband), Whitney Rhydderch (39, Uilliam's Wife, Née Sauvageau), Oneida Rhydderch (36, Ivor's Wife, Née Richelieu), Januarius O'Hannagan (33, Eithne's Husband)

Grandkids: Rachel MacGregor (27, Granddaughter, Née Rhydderch), Bruce MacGregor (28, Rachel's Husband), Queen MacEntire (24, Granddaughter, Née Rhydderch), Coinneach MacEntire (25, Queen's Husband), Pace Rhydderch (21, Grandson), Urve Rhydderch (22, Pace's Wife, Née MacEalair), Odin Rhydderch (18, Grandson), Naomh Rhydderch (15, Granddaughter), Macy Rhydderch (12, Granddaughter), Comhghall Rhydderch (9, Grandson), Kaiser Rhydderch (6, Grandson), Jacinth Rhydderch (3, Granddaughter), Ida Scott (24, Granddaughter, Née O'Hannigan), Cillian Scott (25, Ida's Husband), Hale O'Hannigan (21, Grandson), Briallen O'Hannigan (22, Hale's Wife, Née Sangster), Gabriel O'Hannigan (18, Grandson), Faith O'Hannigan (15, Granddaughter), Eartha O'Hannigan (12, Granddaughter), Dagda O'Hannigan (9, Grandson), Cade O'Hannigan (6, Grandson), Bambi O'Hannigan (3, Granddaughter), Aaliyah Wallace (21, Granddaughter, Née O'Hannegan), Matháin Wallace (22, Aaliyah's Husband), Zayden O'Hannegan (18, Grandson), Yorick O'Hannegan (15, Grandson), Xavia O'Hannegan (12, Granddaughter), Wednesday O'Hannegan (9, Granddaughter), Vance O'Hannegan (6, Grandson), Uhtric O'Hannegan (3, Grandson), Tacey Rhydderch (18, Granddaughter), Sadb Rhydderch (15, Granddaughter), Raeburn Rhydderch (12, Grandson), Quirinus Rhydderch (9, Grandson), Paisley Rhydderch (6, Granddaughter), Olive Rhydderch (3, Granddaughter), Napoleon Rhydderch (15, Grandson), Macdara Rhydderch (12, Grandson), Lalla Rhydderch (9, Granddaughter), Kayleen Rhydderch (6, Granddaughter), James Rhydderch (3, Grandson), Iain O'Hannagan (12, Grandson) Haidee O'Hannagan (9, Granddaughter), Garnet O'Hannagan (6, Granddaughter), Fabius O'Hannagan (3, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: Craig MacGregor (7, Great Grandson), Ceinwen MacGregor (4, Great Granddaughter), Ceridwen MacGregor (1, Great Granddaughter), Donald MacEntire (4, Great Grandson), Dougal MacEntire (1, Great Grandson), Vilija Rhydderch (1, Great Granddaughter), Commgán Scott (4, Great Grandson), Alexandria Scott (1, Great Granddaughter), Orlagh O'Hannigan (1, Great Granddaughter), Gwilym Wallace (1, Grandson)

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Gearalt Rhydderch

Managers: Grania Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Grania Rhydderch

Debut: 1961

Debut Match: Rhodri Rhydderch VS Gearalt Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (1961-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Rotating Punch To The Stomach, Backbreaker, Running Knee Lift, Belly To Belly Suplex, Diving Shoulder Block, Dropkick, Gorilla Press, Lariat, Scoop Powerslam, Spinning Spinebuster, Three Point Stance Tackle, Tiger Suplex

Finishers: Boston Crab, Senton, Sitout Gutwrench Powerbomb, High Angle Belly To Back Suplex

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Rhodri Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. Rhodri has a 1/8th ownership of the promotion and is the 'Ogre Style’ (Grappler) trainer. He’s Half-Irish, Half-Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[bellarosethefangirl]

Hi dear 💕💐❤️ hope this application is ok. (It was my first time on making this kind of things(match ups) I apologize for some mistakes. Thanks❤️

One Piece and MHA

Male only please

4.I'm a proud Gemini

5.For one piece (you know my man) I want only a good side character like Marco the phoenix, and for my hero academia please put All might on it.

6.for physical traits. I like the one who is tall, intelligent, knows how to protect someone they loved, had a lot of patience (for me)

7. For the personality type. I want those kinda funny, knows how to give some jokes even tho it's cheesy. Kind of course, kinda cold sometimes but knows how to be sweet when your around.

8. I would love the Sweet type. A cheer person. Can be funny as hell. But can take a serious situation (if needed)

9. Sweetheart, honey (that's all)

Aesthetic Board question:

1.Halloween and was like a Disney(I like Rapunzel)

2.I love so many anime plush(Cant pick)

3.i love white, yellow, green, blue(that's all)

4.White rose❤️❤️

5.I love to eat cake(chocolate cake) I will drink some orange juice with that cake.

Hope I did good💕💕💕

Hey! Thanks for sending yours in. I apologize for the wait. I don’t know which one piece character you admire but I think you mentioned liking Zoro so I chose him. I hope I got it correct.

Café Blind Double Dates 💜 Anime Online Date Matchups

Sorry I didn’t get to your matchup sooner. Thanks for the patience everyone. I’ll try getting them done despite how far we are from Halloween. This is also the last matchup with all the online info. I’ll only be posting the boards for the others.

“Good evening I hope you enjoyed yourself at the Tangled Disney Café.”

“Your dates really enjoyed themselves. You’re so lucky getting a date with Almight! It’s up to you who you choose!”

Matchup Applicants:

Profile:

Name: Toshinori, Almight

Gender: Male

Description: Protective, heroic, extremely kind, courageous, friendly, giving, loyal, selfless, enthusiastic

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance: Blonde, Very Tall, blue eyes, muscular, spiky hair, scar, sunken in eyes

Occupation: Pro Hero, Teacher

Zodiac: Gemini

Dating Survey Results: Compatibility 100%

Communication 💌 97%

Emotions 💗 98%

Similar Values 🏡 100%

Passion 💘 100%

Profile:

Name: Roronoa Zoro

Gender: Male

Description: Loyal, protective, rude, honest, blunt, relaxed, serious, gym rat

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance: Tall, muscular, green hair, scar, dark eyes

Occupation: Pirate

Zodiac: Scorpio

Dating Survey Results: Compatibility 88%

Communication 💌 100%

Emotions 💗 89%

Similar Values 🏡 92%

Passion 💘 100%

Dating Results 💖

Percentages Matches: 0-25%= Bad Match, 26-50%= Poor Match, 60-70%= Decent Match, 70-80%= Good Match, 80-90%= Excellent Match, 90-100%= Perfect Match

1. Toshinori/Almight:

Survey Results: Perfect Match 100%

Love Meter: True Love 99%

Zodiacs: Gemini + Gemini Compatibility 64%

Over all Results: 93% Perfect Match

2. Roronoa Zoro:

Survey Results: Excellent Match 88%

Love Meter: True Love 90%

Zodiacs: Gemini + Scorpio Compatibility 64%

Over all Results: 89% Excellent Match

[endlessrise]

Name: Kefla Age: 61 Height: 213.36 centimeters Birthdate: 05/01

Gender: cis-male | cis-female | trans-male | trans-female | non-binary | agender |

Sexuality: homosexual | heterosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual |

Hairstyle: crew cut | pixie cut | bob | shoulder-length | elbow length | hip length or longer | ponytail

Hair Texture:  straight | straight-wavy | wavy | wavy-curled | curled | extra curled | ultimate curls | thick-straight

Hair Color: black | dark brown | brown | light brown | auburn | red | ginger | strawberry blonde | dirty blonde | blonde | platinum | gray | silver | white |

Eye Color: brown | hazel | amber | blue | green | gray |

Body Type: muscular | athletic | average | scrawny | curvy | fat | chubby |

Skin Tone: pale | fair | golden | beige | bronze | ebony | tan

Markings: scar(s) | tattoo(s) | piercing(s) | beauty mark(s) |

Posture: upright | neutral | slumped

Face Shape: round | oval | heart | square | long

Physical Needs: glasses or contacts | hearing aid(s) | braces or similar | wheelchair

Physical Conditions: lesion | partial or total paralysis | blindness | deafness | muteness | missing limb | terminal illness

Mental Conditions: depression | anxiety | autism | PTSD or ASD | psychopathy | sociopathy | personality disorder | panic disorder | OCD

Physical Health: dying | could be better | can’t complain | pretty good | immortal |

Mental Health: kill me | ugh | can’t complain | aww yeah | I AM INVINCIBLE |

IQ: 60 or less | 61-80 | 81-100 | 101-120 | over 120

Gestures: never | rarely | sometimes | often | wildly | animated like a toon |

Direct Family: mother(s) | father(s) | brother(s) | sister(s) | son(s) | daughter(s)

Relationship Status: single | in a relationship | it's complicated | engaged | married | divorced | widowed

Pets: dog(s) | cat(s) | bird(s) | hamster(s) | turtle(s) | fish | mutant wolf

Social Class: very low | low | middle-low | middle | middle-high | high | very high | space race asshole

Education Level: less than high school | high school | college | masters | doctorate

Residence: dorm room | studio | loft | apartment | city house | suburb house | mansion or manor | penthouse | yacht | trailer |

Housemates: family member(s) | friend(s) | landlord or landlady | none |

Mode of Transportation: public transit | taxi | ride-share | hired driver | motorcycle | scooter | bicycle | car | camper | teleportation | flying | spaceship

Usual Outfit: formal | casual | lazy | sport casual | uniform |

Grooming: lazy | stylishly unkempt | average | prettied up | meticulous

Most Common Smile: sheepish | happy-go-lucky | arrogant | smirk | sadistic | in love | literally doesn’t smile |

Social Life: non-existent | limited | it’s there | active | constant

Preferred Drink: water | alcohol | juice | coffee | tea | carbonated drinks |

Preferred Food: sweets | meats | fruits | vegetables | carbohydrates

Preferred Sports: team sports | water sports | martial arts | athletics | gymnastics | mind sports | extreme sports

Preferred Environment: big city | small town | suburbs | arid desert | woods | rainforest | mountains | open fields | beach |

Strong Point: brute force | agility | stamina | intelligence | wisdom | charm | creativity

Weak Point: brute force | agility | stamina | intelligence | wisdom | charm

Perceptiveness: oblivious | dull | average | sharp | mind-reader

Speech: vulgar | basic | average | polite | educated | pretentious

Creativity: dull | conventional | average | unconventional | prodigy |

Best Intelligence: nature smart | music smart | numbers smart | people smart | self smart | picture smart | language smart | body smart

Inclination: arts | sciences | mathematics | humanities

Criminal Record: underage drinking | drunk driving | assault | arson | manslaughter | murder | attempted murder | sexual crime | protest or activism | false accusations | black mail | nothing that can be proven |

Moral Code: self-interest | utilitarianism | universal law | religious

Luck: witchcraft | stereotypically Irish | average | really? | high | historically Irish

Sense of Humor: constant | sassy | normal | can take a joke but can’t say one | slow but there | stick in the mud

Preferred Comedy: none | slapstick | absurdity | potentially offensive | stand-up | wordplay | cultured

Self-Discipline: what is that | noooooo | when they want to | decent | militant

Easily Embarrassed? shameless | pretty tolerant | average | sensitive | don’t even talk to them

Shows Affection: doesn’t | rarely | sometimes | often | at every chance

Likability: non-existent | when they try | pretty okay | cool person | godlike

Irrational Phobias: bugs | wild animals | darkness | touch | birds | crowds | the ocean

Common Fears: buss | wild animals | darkness | death | untimely death | ridicule | isolation

Type of Drunk: happy | sad | risk-taker | angry | philosophical | doesn’t get drunk | doesn’t drink

Vices: smoking | drinking | self-harm | illicit drugs | prescription drugs | murder | torture |

Deadly Sin: pride | wrath | gluttony | greed | envy | sloth | lust

Heavenly Virtue: humility | patience | temperance | charity | kindness | diligence | chastity

Theme Color(s): black | brown | dark blue | light blue | dark green | light green | yellow | orange | red | pink | purple | white | gold | silver

Favorite Input: novels | textbooks | magazines | newspapers | TV shows | movies | sports channels | documentaries | radio | blogs | music |

Favorite Output: non-fiction | fiction | poetry | songwriting | drawing | painting | sculpture | crafts | photography | film | vlogging | sport | sleep |

Favorite Genre: comedy | romance | thriller | horror | mystery | science fiction | fantasy | contemporary | historical | literary | action or adventure | drama | tragedy

[sagaofanewworld]

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Elf

Tall. Fast. Resolute.

The forest is bright. The fog is gone, but somehow the world looks a bit strange. A red, barely visible haze hangs over everything, but what catches her attention is the hair that is scattered among the decaying leaves and branches on the floor. The smooth threads are so blonde that they shine white in the sun. Astrid narrows her eyes. Her hair isn't white. At least it shouldn’t be. She wants to touch one of the strands and raises her right hand. The limb feels stiff but moves much faster and with more force than Astrid wanted. Her stiff fingers slam into the forest floor. They are thin and long and part of a pale hand that sits on the end of a thin upper arm. The hairless skin covers thin and well-developed muscles like vacuum-packed foil and emits a red glow.

— Astrid's awakening in the New World

Fast and Slender

Elves possess a slender physique that is accentuated by their triangular faces and pointed ears. Through their thin skin, tight strands of muscles can be seen bulge and contract with every movement. Long and strong legs stride with large and fast steps that makes it as though they are flying over the soil beneath. Split-second reflexes and limbs that move just as fast more than compensate for the innate lack of toughness that comes from having a body made from nothing but muscle and bone.

Most elves are just below or over 2 meters in size and weigh anywhere between 80 and 150 kilograms. Males and females are about the same height, and males are only marginally heavier and stronger than females. Their skin coloration goes from the pinkish ivory of the High Elves to the smooth gold of the Common Elves and the ebony black of the Dark Elves.

Inescapable Gaze

Piercing orange-yellow irises surround their pupils. Elves see in full color. However, the cones that provide most other species with the ability to see red are instead tuned to the deep infrared. While elves cannot perceive the normal color, they instead see the heat radiated by all things in different shades of red. This infrared vision not only means that an elf can see in absolute darkness, but also that there is no hiding from those yellow eyes. To an elf, a living creature is a shining red beacon that is hard to miss, as long as they are not too far away. A downside of their infravision is that the unique way their brains process visual information makes it hard for elves to understand small two-dimensional images. As a result, all elves suffer from a form of dyslexia that prevents them from reading many languages properly. Only their own, specially formatted script circumvents these limitations.

Elves’ pointed ears perceive high-pitched sounds slightly better than low ones, and a bit better from the front than from behind. In general, their hearing and sense of smell are decent.

Long Lives of Violence

Elves have an extremely skewed gender ratio where seven out of eight children are female. Both male and female elves are attracted to physical fitness, speed, and combat prowess. Female elves heavily favor males more proficient in combat than themselves, something they test in mock fights against potential partners.

Unlike those of most races, female elves don't have a monthly menstruation cycle. Instead, only an orgasm will cause an egg to be released and immediately fertilized. A pregnancy takes at least 16 months. If the mother enters a state of intense stress and/or hunger, and no more than 11 months have passed since inception, the fetus enters a sort of hibernation, during which it stops growing. It remains this way until the woman spends a week in a calm, well-nourished state.

Elves are born gaunt and vulnerable and grow slower than humans. For at least the first two years they rely entirely on their mother for sustenance, before they can start eating solid food. Most elven children learn to walk at the age of three. At this stage of their lives, they share their parent's vulnerability to starvation but lack their resistance to infection until they reach full maturity.

As children, elves can have a wide variety of hair colors, ranging from pitch black to dirty blonde. However, when they mature neither gender gains more or new hair. Instead what they already have turns a white, grey, or pale blonde. Most elves start off with only a few white strands in puberty and finally receive entirely white hair by the time they reach full physical maturity at the age of 30.

After reaching full physical maturity elves age at a very slow rate, a fact they owe to their bodies' exceptional regenerative abilities. Coupled with their resistance to disease, elves that survive their childhood can look forward to lifespans of up to 300 years.

Built for Performance

Elves benefit and suffer from a body built for performance. They only need 4 hours of sleep a day and their aggressive immune system makes them all but immune to mundane infections. While their bodies are relatively fragile, their aggressive immune system is too much for most diseases to overcome. Instead of growing fur or insulating layers of fat, the elven body adapts to changing environments by aggressively regulating its body temperature. This makes them highly resistant to environmental effects. All of these features require a lot of energy and because of them, elves are ravenous creatures that require massive amounts of food to sustain their insatiable metabolism. Especially because their slender forms can't contain much in the way of energy reserves, they need a constant supply of protein and calorie-rich food. Fruits and vegetables can stave off starvation but only meat will properly fill them.

Should an elf not fully sate their body's needs, they will find that all those wonderful benefits their bodies provide them disappear and leave them as stumbling skeletons. Starvation is an elf's greatest enemy and it is indeed a formidable foe. It is the reason that, despite their long lives, few elves make it past their first century, as they either die of starvation or in battle trying to secure their survival.

Flexible Adventurers

Like the branches of a young tree, elves tend to be flexible. They bend easily and snap back into form just as quickly. They are restless and in constant search of something to do, however, few things can retain their attention for long before they move on to the next distraction. By nature elves value their freedom highly and are naturally drawn to things that guarantee it. Magic or martial arts are prime examples of such things. As predators, elves have no natural sense of empathy towards non-elves (though most elves do emphasize with other creatures by choice). This, coupled with their natural individualism, causes many elves to adopt a careless, selfish, and arrogant demeanor. Some speculate that it is because of this lack of empathy and natural individualism that elves, despite being very emotional creatures, are so resistant to magic that manipulates emotions.

[stabby-sheepy-writes]

The Highway

Genre: Horror, 2k words

TW: Horror Themes

AN: A flash piece I wrote for a class, and I'm pretty sure one of the only times I have written with a male narrator. Poor guy

Summary: Sometimes there are...things, on the sides of these roads

The highway was dark along this stretch of Arizona, the sun long set across the desert and leaving the trucker with nothing but the radio and his thoughts. He had to deliver this shipment to Sacramento and had the next 12 hours on the road ahead of him from this point, and already it was dragging on. There wasn’t much to look at, the gaps between towns at this point spanning miles upon empty miles only broken up by billboards and the odd cactus. 

“Reports of disappearances in more rural areas of the state have authorities warning families to lock their doors at night, and officials warn to be wary of strangers along the road–” the radio chattered, a local news station the trucker had connected to at a stop a few hundred miles back. Useful for predicting traffic, but this late at night on an empty road, the station served no real purpose. There would be nothing and nobody to expect this far out anyway. He switched it to the late-night 80s channel, catching the beginning drums of “Maneater” by Hall and Oates and already starting to hum along as tired eyes wandered along the road.  

He remembered hearing horror stories about this stretch of road from other truckers. Stories about coyotes with backwards joints, about voices of loved ones calling from the dark of the desert. Of monsters that steal skin, whose names you couldn’t even whisper. One older man, a guy the trucker thought was paranoid in his older years, would even tell how every time he had to drive a shipment through the area, he would get a medicine man to bless his truck.  

“To keep the beasts away,” he would whisper, something haunting in his eyes, “They'll take the form of anybody, anything at all, to get at you.”  

The older man would scare the younger guys, but the trucker would always clap him on the back and laugh. A fine good story, and a good lesson to always make sure you were awake on the road, but nothing more than that.  

The drive was going smoothly, nary a bump in the road or a sign of life. Just the trucker in the dark of his cabin, and the stars above until the trucker’s eyes caught the image of a broken-down green pickup on the side of the road. It was crashed into a patch of cacti, the doors ripped open on the side and belongings strewed along the road. The trucker swerved, and although he was moving too fast to have picked up any more details than what he had already seen, the brief glimpse showed nothing else on the side of the road besides scattered items and dirty clothing he desperately hoped was not stained with blood.  

The trucker debated if he should stop to look around, but the lack of movement from the wreck and the stories from others had him moving on, eyes cautiously peeled for any signs of life alongside the road. He hoped whatever unlucky soul had broken down this far out from the closest town had already been picked up by someone else well-meaning. And yet, his worries were confirmed as the radio sang and his headlights, a few miles down the empty, dark road, illuminated a young woman.  

She was hobbling, dirty and scratched up and pale in the headlights of his 18-wheeler. She looked like a college student from this far back–no older than the trucker’s own daughter, surely. A dead ringer for her, too, he realized–the same blonde hair, and about the same height. It could’ve been her twin, and he felt a twinge in his chest at the thought of his own little girl. His poor Sam who had gone missing one night driving home from college. They had never even found her car. 

His truck took a few seconds to stop, the girl turning around as he put on his hazards and rolled down his passenger window. Despite the worry he felt, he had a moment where he felt strange staring at her—her eyes were oddly bright, glowing like an animal’s. They had a tinge of red in them, like a hare staring you down, waiting for you to pounce at it. Unable to bear her gaze, the trucker broke eye contact quickly, partly to try and quell his own nerves and partly to assess how bad the damage was.  

A quick glance down had bile threatening to rise in his throat as he took in her bare feet, twisted backwards horribly at the ankles. Her legs were scratched and bleeding, the skin sagging and gray as if blistering from friction. It looked like she had been walking on broken, twisted legs for miles longer than any human should be able to. Questions filled his mind, wanting to ask what had happened and how this young girl had ended up on the side of this highway in Arizona. But the night was late, and sometimes things happened on the sides of these roads. Things he was starting to believe more and more. So, instead he chose not to comment, swallowing any sense of unease and instead raising his eyes back up to give her a friendly smile.  

“You want a ride, ma’am? Saw that pickup a few miles back, and the nearest town ain’t closer than 75 miles–but the next rest stop ‘s in 20. It’s bound to have some people there that can help you get patched up, and I got bandages, water, and some granola here to tide you over till then.”  

The woman stared back at him, eyes wide and face unchanging. She had a head of thin unbrushed hair, and bags under her eyes creased by strange wrinkles. She looked older than he had originally thought, and yet the wide-eyed expression on her face made her seem younger. Wilder. Something about the woman was entirely off putting, filling the trucker with dread even as she nodded and wordlessly pulled herself up into the cabin to join him. He swallowed, thinking about those sleepless nights waiting for his daughter’s car to pull into their driveway–thinking about how this girl, too, probably had a father waiting for her on his porch. With a renewed resolve, he started back up his truck and continued down the road. 

“So, where was it you were headin’, ma’am? Truck broke down on ya? Bandages are in the glove, by the way,” the trucker started, looking for a way to fill the silence as he clicked back on the radio, which stuttered and crackled. Snippets of words spat from the speaker, mottled and muffled like someone speaking through cloth, entirely indiscernible. He gave the radio a small knock through the dashboard, cursing under his breath until it sputtered briefly back to life.  

“Officials warn to be wary of strangers along the road– 

–strangers along the road– 

–along the road– 

-along the road–” 

He quickly flicked the radio off, muttering a quick “Sorry ‘bout that, it usually don’t act up like this,” and let his gaze focus back to his driving. The silence in the truck’s cabin was deafening, the skin on the side of his face crawling with pinpricks. In the quiet and dark, it was almost impossible to know that there was even another person in the car–no noises of movement, no regular puffs of breathing. If it wasn’t for the distinct memory of the girl getting in his car, the trucker would only have the ever-creeping feeling of being watched to tell he wasn’t alone.  

He had to fill the silence, swallowing tightly: “You know, ma’am, you don’t look like you could be any older than my daughter Samantha. Wonderful girl, was in college back home in ‘bama.”

The trucker could feel himself getting choked up, flashes of his little girl and the mental image of her stumbling, bloody, down the side of the road. But he couldn’t tell this girl that—he had to focus on the positives. Nobody had found his daughter yet, but he had found this one tonight. 

“Real proud of her, I am, and I’d hate to think of her being stranded on the side of the road like this. I’m sure your daddy’s just the same–and I promise you we’re gonna get you fixed up and safe at home with your family soon.”  

A show of empathy, hopefully a sign to the girl that he wouldn’t hurt her, although he couldn’t begin to imagine what she might be thinking. She was probably terrified, the trucker reasoned, so horribly injured and at the mercy of some strange man and his large truck. That would explain her silence, and all she’d need was a bit of kindness and warmth, he reasoned.  

After a moment to steel his will, the trucker carefully let his eyes drift to his right to catch a glimpse at the woman in his passenger seat. Fear made him freeze, all thoughts about driving on the road gone, feeling the chills intensify when he realized her head was turned to look right at him. Her eyes still glowed bright in the dark of the truck cabin, unblinking and expressionless. Entirely inhuman.  

Something, he realized, was very, very wrong.  

A truck pulled into an Arizona rest stop, sometime late at night off the highway. The rest stop was mostly empty, save a few other tired travelers who had already gone off to bed. Except for one younger man leaned against the hood of the truck with a cigarette between two fingers, drawing in breath slowly to savor a burn before blowing smoke back out into the cool, Arizona air. Tired eyes glanced lazily around the lot, watching as one of the larger trucks parked at the very edge and a robust man hobbled out of the driver’s side.  

Even from far away, he looked strange. His legs seemed crooked through his jeans, his skin oddly shifting like it was an ill-fitting suit. There was a woman still in his cabin, hard to see in the dark but barely illuminated by a lamp, slumped over and lying strangely. If the young man wasn’t so keen-eyed, he possibly could have dismissed her as a left-behind coat. 

As the robust man stumbled and walked along the side of the truck lot, it was clear that he had a pronounced hobble making him slow. The younger man squinted his eyes, watching the other trucker swerve his head before focusing on his direction, slowly turning to stumble forwards. His face looked strange, mouth awkwardly open and eyes hidden under loose skin that dripped forward from his brow. He looked drunken– a small thought told the younger man that he barely even looked human, but he dismissed the thought. He had met many people along the road, and he owed a lot to the ones who had extended a helping hand to him along the way.  

“Must need help, poor fucker. Let’s see what the hell he’s gotten into,” the younger man mused, stifling his cigarette against the bottom of his boot and waving his other arm up to catch the man’s attention.  

“Hey! You need help, man? Lookin’ real rough from over here,” he yelled, already starting up a jog and ignoring a small voice in his head reminding him of the stories he had heard from the other truckers over dinner. Paranoid delusions, the lot of them. After all, there was nothing to expect on the side of a highway in Arizona. 

[apencilandpen]

MAC Movie Reviews: 2023 Year in Review

A few years ago, I started keeping track of every new movie I watched in a year. I love movies, I love all kinds of movies, and I like to know what I've seen. I watched between 77-80 new movies in 2023 (I may have forgotten to write some down and/or miscounted). I also happen to have a lot of thoughts about the movies I watch.

At the beginning of 2023, I read the book They Shouldn't Have Killed His Dog: The Complete Uncensored Ass-Kicking Oral History of John Wick, Gun Fu, and the New Age of Action by Mark A. Altman and Edward Gross because I love the John Wick movies. I also made a list of every movie they mentioned when discussing the history of the action genre and spreadsheet-ified it. It's been a bit of a goal to watch every movie on that list. Currently I've seen 14/82, most of them this past year. So I'm still working on it :D

The ones I did see this year included Yojimbo, The Wild Bunch, and Bullit but my favorites were:

Atomic Blonde

The Villainess

Predator

Rambo: First Blood

Speed

I really like action movies with female leads who fuck shit up just as much as their male counterparts, and besides Atomic Blonde and The Villainess, I watched a good chunk in 2023:

Ava

The Terminator/Terminator: Dark Fate

The 355

Peppermint

The Courier

I kind of ended up hosting little genre marathons or film festivals for myself throughout the year. One of my favorites that I came up with was my sci-fi one:

HAPPENED/HAPPENING - An optimist's hopepunk science fiction film festival, "An expression of faith in the mechanics of the world" (Tenet)

Tenet

Arrival

Pacific Rim

Edge of Tomorrow

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Also included in this festival would be the Blade Runner films, Mad Max: Fury Road, and possibly Looper and The Old Guard.

I also had a martial arts movie marathon, including:

Shaolin

Ip Man

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

House of Flying Daggers

Hero

It's always my goal to go to the movie theater as often as possible. Some of my favorite movies that came out in 2023 were:

John Wick 4

Fast X

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Mission: Impossible: Dead Reckoning Part 1

Barbie

I also saw Cocaine Bear and A Haunting in Venice, both of which I enjoyed, but I don't need to see Cocaine Bear again :D

I watched some great animated movies as well, especially from the DC animated universe, including:

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Batman: The Long Halloween

Ninja Batman

Akira

Princess Mononoke

I've recently discovered that I enjoy certain subgenres of horror movies more than I ever thought I would. In 2023 I liked:

The Turning

Annabelle Comes Home

The Nun

Insidious: The Red Door

There were some movies that I saw this year that I thought I would love and ended up being disappointed by, and there were some that I had absolutely zero expectations of that blew me out of the water. The disappointments included ATSV, Snake Eyes: GI Joe Origins, and Dune.

My sleeper hits of this year were:

Pitch Black (Riddick #1)

Rambo: First Blood

Rocky

Dracula Untold

Real Steel

Some runner-ups would be Marry My Dead Body, The American President, Mortal Kombat, The Knight of the Shadows, and Assassin's Creed.

Overall, I think my favorite movies I saw in 2023 were, in no particular order except for how I broke down this post:

Atomic Blonde

Pacific Rim

Ip Man

John Wick 4

Batman: The Long Halloween

Insidious: The Red Door

Real Steel

I could go on and on about almost all of these movies, so if your interest is piqued about any of them, shoot me an ask or a message! I'm also always looking for movie suggestions and recommendations, so shoot me those as well!

[the-goth-catte]

††BLACK MASS @ PANDEMONIO†† 09.17.2023

Emilie Autumn - I Know Where You Sleep Juno Reactor - Conga Fury Cobrah - Dip N Drip KMFDM - These Boots We’re Made For Walkin Pixel Grip - Dancing On Your Grave Laibach - Opus Dei Twin Tribes - Shadows Public Memory - Heir Chemlab - Vera Blue (96/69) La Scaltra - Rhythm of Our Dead Hearts Male Tears - I EXPIRE Skeleton Hands - Oxygen Switchblade Symphony - Bad Trash Buzz Kull - Into The Void Drab Majesty - The Other Side Depeche Mode - Strangelove New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle Pet Shop Boys - Opportunities Actors - Post Traumatic Love Ministry - Effigy (I’m Not An) Crosses - Goodbye Horses Revolting Cocks - Me So Horny Only Fire - Up n Down Mindless Self Indulgence - On It (A23 Mix) Suicide Commando - Hellraiser (Agonoize Remix) Oddko - Kitty Girl (Aesthetic Perfection Mix) Mind.In.A.Box - I Love 64 Apoptygma Berzerk - Kathy’s Song (Ferry Corsten’s 12” Remix) Bruderschaft - Forever (EssenZ Remix by Grendel) Noisuf-X - Orgasm Blutengel - You Walk Away Gunship - DooM Dance (ft Carpenter Brut & Gavin Rossdale) HEALTH - Feel Nothing Orgy - Opticon She Wants Revenge - Take The World She Pleasures Herself - Good Girl Ulver - Machine Guns & Peacock Feathers Cold Cave - Prayer From Nowhere KMFDM - Liquor Fish & Cigarettes Tre Lux - Never Let Me Down Again Revolting Cocks - Do Ya Think I’m Sexy? Corlyx - My Body Is Wrong Kanga - Vital Signs Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence Drab Majesty - Dot In The Sky Type O Negative - My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend Sister Machine Gun - Sins of the Flesh Skinny Puppy - Smothered Hope Nitzer Ebb - Getting Closer MCL - New York Front 242 - Welcome To Paradise Bigod 20 - Like A Prayer Mechanical Moth - Black Queen Style Echo & the Bunnymen - The Killing Moon The Sisters of Mercy - First and Last and Always Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting Peter Murphy - The Prince & Old Lady Shade NIN - Dead Souls The Cure - Fascination Street Siouxsie & the Banshees - Spellbound London After Midnight - Kiss Emilie Autumn - Dead Is The New Alive (Manipulator Mix) Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy Voltaire - When You’re Evil Ministry - Every Day Is Halloween New Order - True Faith Black Angel - The Widow III Holygram - Signals Lebanon Hanover - Babes of the 80s Minuit Machine - Sisters Foie Gras - Sisyphus Rotersand - Exterminate Annihilate Destroy (Reclubbed) SITD - Richtfest (Suicide Commando Mix) Suicide Commando - Comatose Delusion (Overdose V3.0) Herzschlag - Fest der Liebe Dive - Leave Me Be (Suicide Commando Mix) The Cruxshadows - Helios (Solar Night Mix) Aesthetic Perfection - LAX Rob Zombie - Dragula (Crosses Remix) Front Line Assembly - Killing Grounds NIN - Sin KMFDM - Megalomaniac Godhead - Bela Lugosi’s Dead Heinataerde - Dark Dance (Medievalfloor) L’ame Immortelle - Tiefster Winter (Zeromancer Mix) Celldweller - Heart On (Aesthetic Perfection Mix) Zeromancer - Doctor Online The Cure - Lovesong

[allwillbecomeclear]

i want to help with the horror movie, but we need more details than that. what did it look like? color of it? alien? melting? human? animal? hair? scales? as much detail as you can remember. did it kill? eat? stab? did it have a weapon? or use its hand? paws? tentacles? male/female? lol any other scenes?

yay!!! thank you for asking for more. ok, here goes:

So I remember it was man-like, kinda muscular but hard to tell because the skin on it was different shades of dark greens/dark greys/blacks, kinda splotchy like a walking corpse. Not really rotting that I can remember, but similar (Swamp Thing-like, maybe) I think its face was distorted, maybe almost skeletal but not a skull. It was tall. (Think about how the aliens look in Signs) The woman being stalked/chased I think was blonde, curly hair maybe?? It started coming for her in the upstairs bathroom or while she was showering maybe. (Just add maybe to all of this!) I wish I could remember why she had trouble getting away from it because it seemed to move so slowly, but that's probably just a trope playing out.

The house was white, a bright contrast to this sickly dark creature roaming around it. I remember it being on the stairs, coming down to chase the woman again. There might have been others in the house but I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it was just that woman. If this movie was on tv, it could possibly also be 80s, but again- maybe.

i think that's all I can remember but I'll add to this post if there's anything else.

[seedsinmygarden]

Thomas Dharby, the Gamer

“Yeah, Brattleby, give me any game, I’ll fuck you up!”

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Basic Information

Identifying Gender/Species: Cisgender Human Male, he/him pronouns.

Birthdate: April 9th, 1875 (Aries)

Blood Status: Pureblood

Wand: Natural design, Honey Brown color. Dogwood wood, unicorn hair core, 12.5”, fairly bendy flexibility.

Pets?: None.

Appearance

Height and Body Type: Short. A measly little 5’7 (170 cm) right now, and he doesn’t think he’ll grow much taller than 5’10 (178 cm) by the end of Hogwarts. Has a bit of muscle to make up for it thanks to Quidditch, but still kind of lanky with a rectangle body type.

Hair: Short blond hair, very curly. He does not take care of it at all, just runs his hands through it to keep it from getting too tangled.

Eyes: Hazel eyes, closer to dark green like the leaves of the Forbidden Forest. No glasses, he doesn’t need them.

Scars and Other Marks: Some freckles, not a crazy amount, and white skin. Not tan or pale, he’s just white.

Clothing: One major staple is his Quidditch sweater or jacket. If he’s off to Hogsmeade, he’ll throw on the Quidditch robe. Every other day, it’s the sweater with his number on it. On the particularly warm days, however, he’ll shed it and just have his white buttonup with the Hufflepuff house tie. In the winter, Quidditch robe with a scarf. Often forgets gloves— it’s a wonder he hasn’t lost his fingers to frostbite yet.

Personality

Not necessarily popular in a well-loved way like Leon is, but more so “This kid is annoying.” Some people say that positiviely, others say it negatively.

Very hyper. Very loud. Oh Merlin, he’s LOUD. And talkative. He will go on and on FOREVER about any topic that slightly intrigues him— which is a little bit of everything! He loves talking.

A little inattentive at times. His thoughts will drift, he genuinely doesn’t mean to be rude if someone is talking to him! He just has a pretty short attention span.

Home Life

Birthplace: Feldcroft

Birth Parents: Jackson and Annabelle Dharby

Adopted?: Nope!

Adoptive Parents: N/A

Siblings?: One twin sister; Taylor Dharby

Other Guardian Figures: Johnathan Dharby (Jack’s father and Tommy’s grandfather, often called Grandpa Johnny)

Places of Residence: Born and raised in Feldcroft! He heads off to Hogwarts and finds a new home there as well— not like he went too far from Feldcroft.

Hogwarts Life

House: Hufflepuff

Quidditch?: Yes! He was brought on as a Seeker in his 3rd year— very young with a lot of responsibilities.

Clubs: Runs Tommy’s Game Club mostly, but is also involved in Crossed Wands heavily, helping Lucan organize these duels. Also visits Reyes’ Racing Club from time to time.

Other Activites: Being involved heavily in Quidditch and running his own game club, he doesn’t really have time for much else outside of studying. What time he does have is either spent sleeping or hanging out with friends in Hogsmeade.

Romance?: Eh. The most he’s concerned with right now is his grades, Quidditch, friends, and Game Night.

Patronus: To be learned.

Animagus: To be learned.

Boggart: To be learned.

Amortentia: To be learned.

Trivia

I wish I was kidding when I say that this kid is inspired by Tommyinnit. I wish I was kidding. He is 80% inspired by Tommyinnit. BUT I PROMISE HE IS HIS OWN GUY!!!

Grew up a bit with Sebastian and Anne! After the Sallow twins moved to Feldcroft with their uncle after the death of their parents, Taylor and Tommy helped cheer them up quite a bit!

Invited them out to play, invited them to help with chores, went running in the fields with them, etc.

Tommy and Taylor were a power duo! They were never seen apart from one another, not once in any day of their lives. Like Sebastian and Anne, they had the kind of relationship that people wished they had with their own siblings.

Tommy is the same year as Lucan— so he’s a year younger than everyone else with Lucan. (In Phil’s 5th year, they’re in 4th year.)

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Hywel Rhydderch

The Dragon King of C.R.C Hywel Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's father and the husband of Oda, Hywel. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a confident, protective father. If you ever hurt Kirby within the view of Hywel, run and pray.

“You better be nice to my little girl, or else I’ll-”

Name

Full Legal Name: Hywel Críostóir Taran Donndubán Rhydderch

First Name: Hywel

Meaning: From Old Welsh 'Higuel' meaning 'eminent, prominent' (literally 'well-seen').

Pronunciation: HUW-ehl

Origin: Welsh

Middle Name(s): Críostóir, Taran, Donndubán

Meaning: Críostóir: Irish form of Christopher, which comes from the Late Greek name 'Christophoros' meaning 'bearing Christ', derived from 'Christos' combined with 'phero' meaning 'to bear, to carry'. Taran: Means 'Thunder' in Welsh, fro, the Old Celtic root 'toranos'. Donndubán: Composed of the Old Irish element 'donn' 'brown' combined with 'dub' 'dark' and a diminutive suffix.

Pronunciation: KRIS-door. tah-RAHN. DUN-duv-awn

Origin: Irish. Welsh Mythology, Pictish. Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch’, from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch’, derived from 'Ri’ 'King’ and 'Derch’ 'Exalted’

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Dragon King, Hywel Rhydderch

Reason: This is Hywel's ring name.

Nicknames: Da, Boss, Sir, King

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 59

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: July 2nd 1961

Symbols: Dragons, crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Irish

Spoken Languages: Irish, Welsh, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Cancer

Theme Song: 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot' - Pat Benatar (1981-1983), 'Young Guns (Go For It)' - Wham! (1983-1996), 'Star People' - George Michael (1996-2004), 'Flawless (Go To The City)' - George Michael (2004-)

Voice Actor: Dylan Moran

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Republic of Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'9" / 175 cm

Weight: 165 lbs / 74 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: An 'Average' Spread

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven (when wrestling)

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 40

Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)

Scars: Surgical scars on his back, scalp and legs

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed (Possible Autism or Anger Issues)

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Naoise Rhydderch, Rhodri Rhydderch, Uinseann Rhydderch, Yorath Rhydderch, Bran Rhydderch, Delwyn Rhydderch, Fergus Rhydderch, Conall Pritchard

Colleagues: The C.R.C locker rooms / Too many to list

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Oda Rhydderch

Mentor: Geralt Rhydderch

Significant Other: Oda Rhydderch (60, Wife, Née Gilchrist)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Gearalt Rhydderch (R.I.P, Father), Angharad Rhydderch (101, Mother, Née MacMathan)

Parents-In-Law: Lachlan Gilchrist (93, Father-in-Law), Wenche Gilchrist (R.I.P, Mother-in-Law, Née Losnedahl)

Siblings: Naoise Rhydderch (80, Brother), Rhodri Rhydderch (77, Brother), Uinseann Rhydderch (74, Brother), Yorath Rhydderch (71, Brother), Bran Rhydderch (68, Brother), Delwyn Rhydderch (65, Brother), Fergus Rhydderch (62, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Sorcha Mac Dhuibh (63, Oda's Sister, Née Gilchrist), Peter Mac Dhuibh (64, Sorcha's Husband), Talulla Rhydderch (81, Naoise's Wife, Née MacGinnis), Grania Rhydderch (78, Rhodri's Wife, Née Kavanaugh), Odharnait Rhydderch (75, Uinseann's Wife, Née MacCarthy), Deryn Rhydderch (72, Yorath's Wife, Née Heffernan), Meinir Rhydderch (69, Bran's Wife, Née Gallagher), Rhosyn Rhydderch (66, Delwyn's Wife, Née Dougherty), Aoife Rhydderch (63, Fergus' Wife, Née Daugherty)

Nieces & Nephews: Matthew Mac Dhubh (36, Nephew), Gwendolen Mac Dhuibh (37, Matthew's Wife, Née MacCallum), Jonah Mac Dhuibh (33, Nephew), Gwenllian Mac Dhuibh (34, Jonah's Wife, Née Henderson), Timothy Mac Dhuibh (30, Nephew), Meinwen Mac Dhuibh (31, Timothy's Wife, Née Fairbairn), Maeve Pritchard (50, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Conall Pritchard (51, Maeve's Husband), Deirdre Llewellyn (47, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Ivan Llewellyn (48, Deirdre's Husband), Jarlath Rhydderch (44, Nephew), Ursula Rhydderch (45, Jarlath's Wife, Née Cavanaugh), Patrick Rhydderch (41, Nephew), Moira Rhydderch (42, Patrick's Wife, Née Callaghan), Bridget Griffiths (38, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Raeburn Griffiths (39, Bridget's Husband), Rosaleen O'Sullivan (35, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Rafferty O'Sullivan (36, Rosaleen's Husband), Lochlainn Rhydderch (32, Nephew), Vanessa Rhydderch (33 Lochlainn's Wife, Née Sauvageot), Fionn Rhydderch (47, Nephew), Unity Rhydderch (48, Fionn's Wife, Née Savageon), Aisling O'Hannigan (44, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Keaton O'Hannigan (45, Aisling's Husband), Caiomhe O'Hannegan (41, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Cadell O'Hannegan (42, Caoimhe's Husband), Uilliam Rhydderch (38, Nephew), Whitney Rhydderch (39, Uilliam's Wife, Née Savageau), Ivor Rhydderch (35, Nephew), Oneida Rhydderch (36, Ivor's Wife, Née Richelieu), Eithne O'Hannagan (32, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Januarius O'Hannagan (33, Eithne's Husband), Kathleen Mulrennan (44, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Fachtna Mulrennan (45, Kathleen's Husband), Sean Rhydderch (41, Nephew), Yvette Rhydderch (42, Sean's Wife, Née Plamondon), Wyn Rhydderch (38, Nephew), Ragnhild Rhydderch (39, Wyn's Wife, Née Perreault), Haf McFarlane (35, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Keaton McFarlane (36, Haf's Husband), Tydfil McFarland (32, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Keith McFarland (33, Tydfil's Husband), Vaughan Rhydderch (41, Nephew), Maeve Rhydderch (42, Vaughan's Wife, Née Pelletier), Neifion Rhydderch (38, Nephew), Beatrix Rhydderch (39, Neifion's Wife, Née Patenaude), Olwen McDermott (35, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Caden McDermott (36, Olwen's Husband), Gwen McCracken (32, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Caderyn McCracken (33, Gwen's Husband), Mostyn Rhydderch (38, Nephew), Genista Rhydderch (39, Mostyn's Wife, Née Lestrange), Darach Rhydderch (35, Nephew), Gertrude Rhydderch (36, Darach's Wife, Née Lesauvage), Branwen McCormick (32, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Faron McCormick (33, Branwen's Husband), Llinos McConnell (35, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Faust McConnell (36, Llinos' Husband), Roderick Rhydderch (32, Nephew), Gethsemane Rhydderch (33, Roderick's Wife, Née Guillaume), Flann Rhydderch (32, Nephew), Ginger Rhydderch (33, Flann's Wife, Née Gardiner)

Children: Kirby Rhydderch (29, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Gearalt Rhydderch

Managers: Oda Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Oda Rhydderch

Debut: 1981

Debut Match: Hywel Rhydderch VS Uinseann Rhydderch. Double count out.

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Highflyer

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (1981-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Double Leg Drop (To the Gut/Groin), Diving Leg Drop, Sitout Inverted Suplex Slam, Plancha, Mulekick, Wild Punches to the Gut, Dropkick, Diving Clothesline, Rope Aided Corner Dropkick, Tiger Feint Kick From Between The Middle And Lowest Ropes, Sitout Jawbreaker, Open-Handed Chops

Finishers: High-Angle Snton Bomb, Inverted Facelock Neckbreaker, Splash Into a Pin

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Hywel Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. Hywel has a 1/8th ownership of the promotion and is the 'Dragon Style' (Highflyer) trainer. He's Half-Irish, Half-Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note