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honeyedmiller · 6 months

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When You Wish On a Shooting Star | Javier Peña

dedicated to my babes @party-hearses and @ilovepedro. thank you both for getting me super excited to write this and encouraging me, always. big smooches to you both.

pairing: husband!javier peña x f!wife!reader

disclaimer: this one shot has elements that are inspired by @inthe-dark-tonight's Whatever's on Tonight getaway trope, and @kiwisbell's Honey-Do married couple wanting to try for a baby trope.

warnings: light alcohol consumption, established relationship (marriage), talks of starting a family, reader is depicted as shorter than Javier, reader's described to have a big family, smut (unprotected piv, praise, breeding kink, fingering, f & m oral, face fucking, making out, pretty vanilla love making lol), no use of y/n, 18+. minors, do not interact.

word count: 4.3k

synopsis: you and javier celebrate your third wedding anniversary at a little getaway.

dividers by the lovely @saradika

“Almost there, hermosa.” Javi brushes his thumb onto your thigh, and you reach down to give his hand a squeeze.

Your wedding ring glints in the California sun as you head up the mountain to your little getaway in Lake Arrowhead. You were visiting family down in California, deciding to extend your vacation for your three year wedding anniversary.

Being married to Javi was a dream in itself. He was your best friend, the love of your life, your soulmate. You’d met him at a grocery store back in Laredo, where he happened to help you reach something at the very back of the top shelf. He asked you for your number and took you on a date later that same week, and you both never looked back.

The scenic drive up to your cabin was none less than breathtaking. Greenery surrounded the hilly road you were driving on, and in the distance, the lake glistened brilliantly under the sun.

Javi pulled up to the driveway of the cabin, putting the rental car in park. You unbuckle your seatbelt and smile at your husband as he opens the passenger door for you, offering you his hand. You take it and hop out of the car, stretching your stiff limbs that’ve been stagnant for two hours.

“This place is beautiful.” You murmur, taking in the scenery around you.

“Not as beautiful as you, cariño.” Javi smiles at you cheekily, pulling a sweet laugh from you.

“Ever the sweet talker, Mr. Peña.”

“Only for you, Mrs. Peña.” He grins down at you as he rounds to the back of the car to take out your suitcases and the cooler full of food and drinks for the weekend.

You both take your stuff into the massive cabin, in awe of the sight before you. The cozy living room was right in your line of view as you walked into the house, kitchen right behind it with the dining room table next to the back door that led out to the huge wooden patio. There were floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen, giving you a perfect view of the patio and the trees that surrounded the back of the cabin. The brown leather recliners and couch were strewn with hand-knitted blankets and a quilt with a black bear printed across the entirety of it. Across from the couches was a small fireplace with fresh wood ready to be burned, should it turn too cold.

Off to the left down a small hallway were two separate bedrooms, a laundry room, and a bathroom. To the right, next to the kitchen and living room, was the master bedroom. You started to walk that way with your bags as Javi set the cooler down next to the kitchen island.

A California king bed sat in the middle of the master bedroom with a wooden bedframe and headboard. Two nightstands adorned either side of the spacious bed, and right across from the bed was a TV. To the left of the bed was the bathroom that had a double vanity and a long, dark tiled shower.

The place was more than cozy, perfect for the weekend. You set your bags on either respectable side of the bed, sighing in content.

You heard the wooden floors softly creak behind you, causing you to turn around and look up at your husband. His thick, dark hair was slightly messy from him running his hands through it a few times, tan skin glowing, and his once sad, dark eyes now glistened with pure joy as he set his gaze on you. You couldn’t help the smile that adorned your lips as he neared you, pulling you flush against his body as large hands gripped your hips.

He leaned down to softly peck the tip of your nose, your cheek, then your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, hands landing on his sturdy chest as they slid up to connect at the back of his neck.

He pulled apart from you reluctantly, sighing as he rested his forehead against yours. He rubbed his nose softly against yours, hands moving down to your ass to give it a playful squeeze. You subtly jump in surprise, gasping at his touch.

“We should start making dinner, mi amor. It’s nearly five.” You suggest, pulling back slightly as your gaze meets his once more.

“Mm, you’re right, but kissing you sounds so much better right now.”

You giggle at his advances as you move back slightly while he tries to plant another kiss on your lips. He pouts at you, giving your ass another squeeze.

“Relájate, Romeo, we have plenty of time for that this weekend. Let your wife make you a good home cooked meal, hm?” You grin up at him, carding your fingers through the thick hairs at the base of his neck.

“As long as I get to help.” He negotiates, and you nod.

“Deal.”

You both settled on making steak fajitas with rice and pico de gallo. It was a favorite of yours before you ever met Javi, and when you made it for him for the first time four years ago, it easily became one of his favorite meals as well. Spanish music played over the small speaker you brought along, and you were subtly swaying your hips to the beat as you started to cook the steak.

Javi was chopping the ingredients for the pico before he set the knife down, wiping his hands off on a dishrag on the counter before moving over to you, hands gently resting on your waist. You look up at him and smile, puckering your lips so he’d meet you halfway to kiss you. His lips landed gently on yours before his hands moved to the front of your body, idling on your stomach. His thumbs caressed you gently over the tanktop you were wearing.

He hummed along to the song playing, bending down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. His hips swayed with yours, lips ghosting your pulse point with a kiss. It was intimate moments like this that still gave you rumbling butterflies in your tummy after all these years of knowing him and being married. Javier had always secretly been a romantic, but he didn’t really show that vulnerable side of himself until he met you.

“Mi amor,” Javi said softly, and you hummed in response. “What do you say we start trying for a baby?” His voice is gentle, almost cautionary.

You halt your movements and look up at him, brows furrowed. “You mean it?” You ask, lips unintentionally forming into that cute pout that Javi loves so much.

He nods, splaying one hand across your stomach while the other moves up to slot your chin between his index finger and thumb in the gentlest manner.

“I mean it, corazón. I want to start a family with you. Criar a nuestros hijos en el rancho.”

You bite your lip to suppress the pure excitement that coursed through you, the thought of having and raising children with Javi and creating your own little family is a dream come true. You grew up in a big family, so you were very clear with Javi before you two even got married that you wanted at least two to three kids.

“Okay, Javi. Let’s start a family,” You smile as you kiss him twice. “But let’s eat dinner first.” You laugh, and he chuckles as he gives you one final kiss before moving back to the cutting board at the opposite counter from you, a smile on his lips that never faltered.

You two enjoyed dinner in a comfortable silence, other than Javier praising your cooking skills. You sipped on a glass of wine with your dinner as you both watched the sun set through the tall glass windows, the kitchen and living room basking in hues of gold and orange. It was nightfall before you knew it, and Javier helped you clean up all of the dishes in the sink before you two stepped out onto the back patio.

There was barely any light pollution, so the stars were crystal clear to the naked eye. You stared up at the sky in awe, gasping when you saw a shooting star graze across the black night sky. You closed your eyes and wished for what you wanted most at the moment: a family of your own with Javi.

It may’ve been silly to others that you made a wish on a shooting star at your age, but you didn’t care. You’ve always found traditions like that to be special, and if it worked, all the better.

Javier pulled you in tight to him, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed the crown of your head. You both stayed like that for what felt like hours, but you didn’t mind it one bit. Javi didn’t have to say much in order for you to know that he loved you with all his heart. He was an acts of service and touch kinda guy, so his hands were on you even in the subtlest of ways if he could help it, or he was doing small but kind gestures for you constantly. He rocked you back and forth slowly, indulging in the peace that surrounded you both out here.

All that was heard was the song of crickets and the wind rustling the surrounding trees in the most miniscule way.

Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the bubble of bliss you were enraptured in with your husband, pulling away from him as you rubbed his back.

“Let's go take our showers and put on a movie, yeah?” You suggest, and he nods in agreement before kissing your forehead and leading you back inside. He made sure all the doors were locked up before finding you in the master bedroom, rummaging through your bag for your pajamas. While he was expecting you to pull out the oversized t-shirt of his you claimed you didn't steal back when you two first started dating years ago, he was surprised when you pulled out a satin pink nightgown that left very little to the imagination. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, nearly moaning at the sight as he pictured you in it.

“Where’d you get this, querida?” He asks as he reaches out to thumb the material, dropping it back down after a couple of seconds.

“Jessica and I went shopping a couple of weeks back. Told me to get something cute for our anniversary,” You laugh, recalling your cousin practically forcing you to buy the nightgown. “Why, you like?” You wriggle your eyebrows up and down, and Javi smirks down at you.

“Mm, I love, bebita. Remind me to send Jessica a thank you text.” He chuckles, and you grin shyly as you tuck the material under your arm.

“Vamos vaquero, let’s save water and shower together.” You nudge your head in the direction of the shower, and Javi tosses his infamous smirk your way. He gathers his things in his hands before setting them down on the sink counter, turning on the shower to a comfortable temperature for you both. You started to strip your clothes off your body, ready to wash the long day away and get into bed. Javier turned around to find you fully naked, and his eyes seemed to have turned darker in milliseconds.

“Eres hermosa.” Javi murmured, stepping in front of you to place a kiss on your lips.

“You think so?” You tease, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I know so, baby. Even moreso when you’re carrying my children.” He presses a hand to your bare stomach, the coolness of his wedding band a stark contrast from the warmth of his body.

“Guess we better start then, huh?” You tease, playing with the hem of his shirt before sliding it up his torso and over his head. You worked at his belt buckle, tongue darting between your lips to wet them as your concentration was zeroed in on getting the leather material off of your husband’s hips. You let the belt fall to the floor with a dull ‘clunk’, fingers moving deftly to get his jean button and zipper undone. He shucked his jeans off of himself along with his boxers and socks, now fully bare for you to admire. You placed both hands on his chest, lips colliding with his in such fervor. Your hands trail down his chest and torso, nails lightly scratching his tan skin. Your hands moved even further south, coming into contact with the coarse hair that sat right above his cock.

Javier backed you into the shower, lips never leaving yours. The warm water cascaded down both of your bodies, relaxing your muscles instantaneously. One hand moved back up to Javier’s now-wet hair, while the other gently grasped his hardened length. You gave the silky flesh a few tugs before Javier groaned, separating your lips.

“Bebita, fuck.” He gasped, jaw falling slack as he squeezed his eyes shut. You looked up at your husband in pure adoration, absolutely loving that you still had such an affect on him. Your touch sent Javier into a damn frenzy, whole body igniting from the inside out and succumbing to you.

You started by leaving hot, wet kisses on his neck, trailing down to his chest where you gently nipped his skin and soothed the assault with your tongue. You moved down to his torso, kissing him everywhere he had scars from his crazy past chasing Escobar in Colombia. You eventually sank to your knees, still keeping a steady rhythm as you tugged his weeping cock in your hand. You placed soft kisses all around his thighs gently, tantalizingly, in an unbearably teasing manner. You looked up at Javi through your lashes, who was already breathing heavily as he watched you intently.

A saccharine smile curled onto your lips before sticking your tongue out to lick the tip of his head, salty pre cum glazing it. You hum in delight, wrapping your lips around the tip fully before releasing him once more. You gave his cock a couple of more gentle tugs before licking the vein that ran underneath his thick length, causing him to twitch. You knew exactly what made him tick, how to please him instantly, and what would make him practically beg for mercy. He knew all of those things about you too, so it was a fair trade. You two have explored a lot throughout the years you’ve been together, so knowing what made each other come undone came naturally to the both of you at this point.

You put him back into your mouth, this time moving all the way down until your nose met the curly, coarse hairs at the base of his heavy cock. You swallowed around his tip as it hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes as you tried your hardest not to gag.

“Just like that baby. Feels so fucking good.” Javi praised, threading his fingers through your wet hair. You moved back up, hollowing your cheeks out as you did so. Javi was panting above you, looking down at you with a nearly animalistic stare.

“Pretty fucking mouth wrapped around my cock. For my eyes only, baby, nobody else’s. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” His encouragement had you whining around him as you set a steady pace on him. You gripped the back of his thighs as he started to set his own pace, practically fucking himself into your mouth.

You moaned around him as you rubbed your thighs together, clit practically pulsating with heavy desire and need. You were a patient woman, but you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on for.

“Fuck, cariño, I’m gonna—fuck.” He hissed, and you tightly wrapped your lips around his tip as he came, swallowing everything he gave you. He gently pulled you up by your arms and pushed you against the cold tile of the shower wall, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth. He smashed his lips to yours, kissing you with such a sense of urgency. He kissed you like he’d practically die if he didn’t have your lips on his. His tongue slipped into your mouth, hand moving up to softly cradle your face.

Your lungs burned and begged for air, but you didn’t care. Kissing the love of your life so passionately was a hell of a way to go.

“I love you, my sweet girl.” Javi said, panting against you.

“I love you too, handsome.”

“Yeah? How much?” He grinned against your lips as his hand slotted itself between your legs, wasting no time as he started to rub your clit gently. You groan at the sensation, hips grinding onto his hand. “Enough to let me put a baby in you? Hm?”

You whine at his words, nodding feverishly. “Yes, Javi.” Your voice was coarse, breathing labored as his thick fingers kept toying with your heat. He slid his fingers through your folds, completely coating them with your slick before inserting his ring and middle finger into you. You cry out at the sensation, arching your back off of the wall and into him. He wraps his arm around you to hold you and keep you steady as he scissors his fingers in and out of you.

“Javi.” You moan, nails clawing at his back. He groans your name and kisses your neck and collarbone, nipping at your skin.

He got down on his knees this time and attached his greedy mouth to your clit, licking and sucking the swollen bundle of nerves as he kept moving his fingers at a delicious pace. He moved his free hand up to cup your breasts one by one, toying with your sensitive peaks as you cried out his name. One of your hands gripped the back of his head, the other holding onto his shoulder as you steadied yourself. You felt your legs start to shake as your orgasm rapidly approached, a hot flame licking its way all through your body. You tossed your head back as you kept chanting Javi’s name like a prayer, moaning loudly as you easily tipped over the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down on you like waves to a shore, your whole body engulfed in the blissful feeling. Your knees buckled under you for a second, but Javi made sure to catch you.

He was always there to catch you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he removed his fingers from you, standing up to kiss you on the lips. Javier has been the only man who’s ever been able to make you orgasm every single time you both got intimate, and you joked to him on your wedding night after the reception that that was a reason why you married him.

Javier took pride in making you feel good. He always wanted you to feel comfortable, and hell, even blissful, especially if he could help it.

“How do you feel, cariño?” He asks, stroking your wet hair.

“Amazing.” You breathed, grinning up at him. He kissed your lips and smiled down at you, and you both continued with the rest of your shower. He insisted that he washed your hair and body, you doing the same for him.

Once you two were all cleaned off, Javier turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, and you, one around your hair and another around your body.

Javier watched you lovingly as you applied your skincare generously, thinking to himself how lucky he was that you’re his wife. You both brushed your teeth and slipped on your respective pajamas, combing out your hair and climbing into bed.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” He asks softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest. You rested your head on him, easily hearing the thrum of his strong, steady heartbeat.

“Whatever you want, baby.” You said, tracing mindless patterns on his torso.

He ended up settling with Dirty Dancing.

About twenty minutes into the movie, his watch started to beep on his nightstand. He grabbed it and looked at the time, noticing it was 12:00 a.m.

“Feliz aniversario, amor de mi vida.” You look up at him with a smile, leaning up to capture his lips into yours.

“Happy anniversary, Javi.” You rub your nose against his, maneuvering your body so you straddled him. He grabbed onto your hips, rubbing slow circles into your hip bones. You looked down at him with pure adoration, tracing his facial features and the shadows that were casted on his face from the light of the TV.

“I love you,” You lean down to kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you,” You repeat, moving to kiss his dimple that you adore so much. “I love you,” Your voice is nothing but a whisper as you kiss his ear, nibbling softly on his earlobe. “I love you.” You kiss his neck tenderly, letting your lips linger there for a few seconds before moving your face in front of his to look at him once more.

“You’re the light of life, baby. I wake up so grateful every day that you’re the one I get to come home to. You’re the one I get to spend the rest of my life with. You’re the one I get to have children with,” He trails off, easily flipping you over so your body is under his. He slots himself between your legs, grinding his crotch into yours. Your bare heat caught on the fabric of his boxers just right, eliciting a strangled moan from your throat. “I love you. Let me make you a mom, please.” He whispers, nosing along your jawline to press a kiss at the spot right beneath your ear.

You nod frantically, and he easily discards his boxers so he’s left bare once more. He looks down at you, admiring your body adorned in the pink satin nightgown that was already ridden up past your hips, exposing your glistening pussy to him perfectly.

“So perfect, baby,” He whispers, grabbing his cock as he lined his tip up with your entrance. “You ready?” He asks, though he already knows the answer.

“Put a baby in me, Peña.” You tease, and he chuckles as he pushes into you. You gasp while he groans, Javier easily sliding to the hilt with how wet you were for him.

“So fucking tight.” He grits, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds before opening them to look down at you. You smile softly up at him, lips parting as he starts to rock his hips. He’s gentle; a switch up from your normal pace with him. The thought of him making love to you on your anniversary just absolutely melted your heart, but you knew as soon as you got back from your plans in town later on in the day, he wasn’t going to go so easy on you. You liked when Javier was rough with you, but this was a nice change in pace while it was going to last.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into the bottom of his back. “Feel so good, mi amor.” You breathe, focusing on every ridge and vein that was sliding in and out of you.

“So do you, bebita. Can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re carrying my child.” He drops his head down, kissing you gently. You card your fingers through his damp hair, grinding your hips up into his. You moan into his mouth, cock stretching you so divinely. Even at this slower pace, it made you cry out for him, the push and pull of his cock so heavenly.

He separated his lips from yours, trailing them down to your breasts. He swirled his hot tongue on one sensitive peak while he tugged at the other, licking and pulling in a synchronized pace with his thrusts. A whine was bubbling in your throat as you tugged on his hair, eliciting a groan from him.

In that moment, all that surrounded you was your loving husband. The feeling of him on you, in you, the smell of his shampoo, the heat radiating from his body—all elements entirely engulfing you in the man that is Javier Peña.

You couldn't imagine your life with anyone else. You didn’t want to imagine it. Javier was yours, the love of your life, and the father of your future children.

Javier groaned your name as you clenched down on him, cunt fluttering as you felt the familiar heat lick inside of your core.

“I love you, hermosa.” Javi whispered, moving a hand down to your clit to give you that little extra push you needed to come undone.

“I love you too.” You threaded your fingers together behind the back of his neck, pulling him down once more to kiss him. He swallowed your wanton moans, hips bucking as his pace picked up and his fingers on your clit didn’t let up.

“Javi, baby, I’m—” You cry, barely able to focus as your orgasm was so close.

“I’ve got you, bebita, you can let go.” He softly encourages, albeit breathless.

That white hot ball of fire engulfed your body as a whole, making you clench around Javi’s cock rhythmically. He groaned out your name before kissing you once again, eyes screwed shut as he came undone, his warmth spilling into you.

He dropped his head to your shoulder as he rode out his orgasm, kissing your skin before moving his head back up to look down at you.

“You’re so perfect, mi amor.” Javi praises as he slowly slides out of you, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest in one swift motion. You were still dazed from your orgasm, so you just kissed his chest and nuzzled into him, whispering how you loved him and ‘happy anniversary’. You were happy. Content. So enamored with your husband, and this new journey of trying for a baby was nothing short of exhilarating.

You were just hoping that your wish upon that star would come true.

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lambsouvlaki · 9 months

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The Crime Lord (AU)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, suggestive banter.

Word Count: 1,520

Summary: In an AU where Jason never stopped his crime lord ways, his partner is threatened and they have to decide if they're ready to take the next step.

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She looked carefully through her blinds. The man in the street was still there, hanging around the sealed up entrance of an old video rental store.

She noticed him about five minutes ago when doing a cursory check just before she started getting ready for bed. The gun in the pocket of his padded jacket was not well hidden, neither was the gang tattoo on his neck. She couldn’t make out the affiliation from this range. It could be nothing. There were a lot of nasty looking characters in Crime Alley.

He looked up at her window again.

Too big a risk.

She texted Jason. He replied immediately.

Muttering angrily she wrapped a coat over her pyjamas and shoved her boots onto her feet. She threw her laptop and a few vital personal effects into a bag. She switched the tv on, knowing the moving lights would shine on the thin curtains. Wait, her phone charger, needed that.

A heavy knock on the door rang out while she was still reaching down behind her bedside table.

She took a steadying breath, in and out. She peered through the spyhole. Two men in black armoured gear with no identifying symbols stood in the corridor. She didn’t recognise either of them. Jason’s message said to expect a Larry and a Gavin.

She opened the door.

“Ma’am,” the older of the two said, a heavyset man with a bald patch and black gloves. The other was a young and wiry sort with a patchy beard. Both looked like the sort of person who knew how to dispose of a body in five minutes or less. Neither really looked at her, which was promising.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“Gavin and Larry, ma’am,” the same man said without any detectable expression. Those definitely weren’t their real names but it served its purpose. “Come with us, please.”

She nodded, slung her bag over her shoulder, and followed them out. She locked the door behind her.

The younger man held his hand out for the keys. Damnit, she’d liked this place.

“There’s a very nice lasagna in the fridge. If you’re going to empty out the place anyway.”

Gavin or possibly Larry’s lip quirked very briefly.

They led her out the back of the apartment building to the alley with its dumpsters and a bike missing both its wheels. The older guy walked in front of her and the other behind, all the way up to the tall chain link fence, which they helped her climb. A suitably forgettable old car waited for them on the other side.

She really really hoped these were Jason’s guys. She was 99% sure they were, but there was always a moment of doubt before getting into a strange car to go to who knew where. They hadn’t checked her bag or taken her phone off her, which Black Mask’s goons always started with, followed by a blow to the back of the head. They could be from Little Italy of course, Falcone’s guys still held to notions of respect, when it suited them. Or they were paid off by the Bats. Probably not though. She wasn’t a pro but this wasn’t her first rodeo.

They brought her to the docks, to one warehouse among hundreds.

It was seemingly empty, with only its security lights on. She couldn’t see anyone around. Her escort walked her up to an office space on the second floor, while the other disappeared with the car. They stopped at a room with an electronic lock. She entered her own code, and the little light blinked green.

Alone, she entered a plain white room with no windows and some basic furniture. She would bet her entire meagre lift savings that Larry and/or Gavin was standing guard outside.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was how Jason showed his love, she knew that. All the things he couldn’t say were hidden in the effort he put into her safety.

Then she shook herself out of her grousing, got her laptop out and sat down at the desk. There was a cot in the corner but she wasn’t getting any sleep now.

Hours later, when her eyes were starting to sting and she was eyeing up the cot with more interest, the door beeped.

The Red Hood walked in.

She leaned back. He wore his helmet and his brown jacket hung open. There was a fine blood splatter over the plain grey armour beneath it, fresh enough to still be red.

He sat opposite her at the desk, and slouched back with a sigh. His head rolled back on his neck.

“How’s your night?” she asked.

He grunted.

“Hm,” she replied and typed another line of her email.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said, voice rumbling through the modulator. She stopped typing. She closed the laptop.

“Doesn’t that just make detection more dangerous? If they find me now it doesn’t compromise you.”

“It may as well,” he said, lifting his head to look at her. “I’m always going to come get you, and security is better at my place.”

She looked back at him thoughtfully. “We agreed it would cut into your work too much, and disrupt my life.”

“You know you have to move again either way. For the second time this year.” He sighed heavily. “I’m already disrupting your life.”

She didn’t like the defeated tone sneaking in through the modulation. She had gotten very good at detecting the nuances that snuck through the voice changer over the last year.

She got up and walked around the desk. She inclined her head in a way that asked if he had any injuries she needed to be aware of. He shook his head. She straddled his lap. His hands found her waist, snaking under her shirt and idly caressed the skin there. He didn’t even snort at the canary yellow pyjamas hiding under her coat, a sure sign he was worried.

“And the disruption it would mean to your life?” she asked.

“I can make it work. But you would have to be more careful. Much more careful.”

“Yes, I suppose I do.” She smiled sadly. “Even if I don’t move in, I can’t keep pretending I’m living a normal life anymore.

“Don’t ask me to keep endangering you. If not this then…”

“Take the helmet off.”

He lifted it off and the terror who commanded half of Gotham’s undercity and petrified the other half disappeared like smoke. Only the man she loved more than she could articulate remained. He wasn’t in a domino mask tonight, and stormy green eyes looked up at her beseechingly.

“This is the only way I can keep you safe while still being with you. Anything else is reckless.” He ducked his head. “Staying together is reckless enough already.”

She blinked through the hurt that lanced through her at that statement. He wasn’t even wrong, which made it worse. She knew they were playing with fire, and sooner or later someone would get burned. Today it wasn’t them. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?

“I need an answer sweetheart.” He sounded preemptively heartbroken, but his face was hard. Braced for the final blow.

“Can you tell me… do you want me to move in with you purely for safety reasons?”

He cocked his head.

“If nobody was trying to kill us,” she said, halting. “If you weren’t the most wanted man in Gotham, and we had the luxury of doing what we wanted purely because we wanted to… would you still ask me to move in with you?”

He studied her for a long moment.

She swallowed and braced for the blow. She knew she wasn’t his first love. Gotham would forever have the larger claim on his heart. But she had to know if her claim on him was as serious as his claim on her.

“Yes. I would,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Don’t you know I love you?”

She made a soft noise in her throat. She cupped his jaw and pressed her lips to his. He titled his mouth against hers, drinking deeply of her.

Finally she pulled back to breathe, panting against his lips. He squeezed her thighs, bracketing his legs. His arousal pressed against her.

“Is that your final answer?” he asked in a husky drawl.

“Yeah.” She leaned her forehead against his. “I’ll move in with you. I’m in love with you, you know.”

He flashed an extremely self-satisfied grin.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. “If I didn’t have Black Mask’s man who tracked you down waiting for me in a pool of his own blood, I would bend you over this table right now to celebrate.”

She snorted. “Come home with all your limbs attached and your blood mostly still inside of you, and we can celebrate all day.”

He nipped her lips. “I’ll come get you when I’m done. Gonna take you home.”

She kissed him again.

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imaginexwwe · 11 months

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SPRING BREAK 5 - Roman Reigns

TIME SKIP (MINOR)

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REAL NAMES WILL BE USED

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A GUILTY Y|N IS ON A MISSION TO TRACK DOWN HER BABY DADDY AND APOLOGIZE (🤣)

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PART 4 (×)

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"This is so cool." Tori squealed, as we pulled closer to the stadium where Extreme Rules 2016 was being held. "Like so cool."

I giggled at my best friend's excitement, playfully rolling my eyes as I glanced back at her from the passenger seat. "Calm down."

"Calm down?" Tori repeated, her words in the form of a question instead. "This is our first time seeing wrestling in person and it's at a major pay per view. So no." She added, poking her tongue out at me. "I will not calm down. You should be getting more excited if anything."

My giggling slowly eased as I sighed.

I wish I could be excited.

This is my first, well me and Tori's first pay per view like she said.

And the both of us have been getting more and more into wrestling lately after taking the time to actually admire the craft of wrestling entertainment and all.

But I'm scared.

I'm scared to see Joe after how I basically snapped on him for no reason after breaking up with Austin for good.

And it definitely doesn't help that I hadn't talked to Joe.

I mean, it's not like I called him or anything.

I've actually been too scared to call him, but still.

I'm carrying his baby.

You'd think he would call me or at least text.

Something.

"I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." Tori said bringing me out of my thoughts.

It was almost as if she knew what I was thinking.

"I hope so." I mumbled, as Colby brought his rental car to a stop.

I just...

I really, really like Joe and now that I don't have my ex breathing down my throat, clouding my judgment, I could see us being serious.

Like a real couple.

But of course it's not just up to me.

Joseph still has to forgive me.

As soon as my brother parked and took the key out of the ignition, the three of us were out of the car.

And within minutes we were walking through the arena, surrounded by wrestlers and backstage workers.

A few wrestlers I had quickly become familiar with over the couple months I'd been watching wrestling and a few that I either weren't familiar with or just wasn't a fan of.

"Oh my god." Tori half yelled, half whispered, pulling on my arm, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. "That's The Usos." She gasped out trying to low-key point to Joe's twin cousins without being caught. "I've never been one to go for brothers but those two -"

"Are happily married." Colby said, laughing as he cut my best friend off, earning a scoff from her in return.

"I was joking, idiot." Tori verbally spat at my brother as he again, led up through the crowded hallways eventually coming to a stop when we reached a area with a lot of tvs, more wrestlers and a few backstage workers.

All of whom seemed to be tuned into the current match that was taking place.

Wait.

That's Joe, I mentally confirmed with a smile forming on my face as I watched the father of my unborn baby kick ass inside the ring.

This is so cool, I thought, silently echoing Tori's earlier words.

Ugh.

He looks so good out there in his element.

His hair wet, and falling around his face.

His muscles flexing as he preformed move after move.

That sexy, yet extremely cocky smirk on his face because he knows he's the best and no one else is on his level.

And don't even get me going on his body.

"God, I love that man..." I mumbled to myself.

My eyes getting wide after I realized what I had said.

Did I actually mean that?

Do I love Joseph?

Or was I just getting lost in the moment as I stared at him through the screen infront of me?

"I'll be right back." I heard Colby say, looking from me to Tori as he snapped me back to reality. "Stay right here." He added, before quickly disappearing through the crowd of people moving in both directions.

Shit.

Did he hear that?

I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

It was a habit of mines when I'm nervous.

"I heard that." I heard my best friend whisper in my ear with a giggle as she nudged me with her elbow.

Of course.

If anybody were to catch me slipping it would be Tori.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shot back, continuing to focus on the screen, rather than the stupid smirk I know Tori was displaying on her face right now.

"Bullshit." Tori giggled even more.

Before I could think of something to say back, the sound of applause was heard through backstage and Tori and I both found ourselves joining in.

Joe had won the match against his opponent and was proudly holding up his titles in both hands, as he stood over his latest victim.

That smirk of his...

No, Y|N, I thought, mentally slapping myself.

You can't spiral again.

"Hold up." Tori spoke up again, probably taking note of my silence. "Why are they booing?"

"Apparently it's what the crowd does for the character he's playing." I answered with a shrug. "Some heel thing, I think." I again spoke up, explaining to her what my brother had told me a few weeks ago when I was curious about the boos that were noticeable louder than the applause.

"Oh, okay."

I nodded, unconsciously placing my hand on my belly to rub circles into it. "I guess Joe will be coming back here in a few." I said, looking over at Tori.

"Yeah." She replied, nodding before looking around. "I wonder where your brother went though."

Yeah...

Where did my brother go?

"He did say he'll be right ba-"

Before I could finish what I was saying, an all to familiar theme, that I had gotten to hear plenty of, over the last month or so, rang throughout the arena.

Gasps being heard from people close by and those that occupied the crowd.

Colby.

My brother, Colby was sprinting towards the ring as Joe stopped his celebration taunting to the audience, to glance over at the entrance, a surprised expression now replacing his previous cocky one as he watched Colby come closer and closer to the ring.

Wait.

When did he have time to change into his wrestling gear?

"Holy shit." Me and Tori said, simultaneously as we continued watching, both our eyes glued to the screen.

Colby finally reached the ring, taking no time to slide inside of it, soon standing eye to eye with Joseph.

The two men exchanged a few words to each other, neither man backing down from the other.

Then in the blink of an eye, my brother had taken control of the moment, grabbing Joe and preforming a pedigree on him.

Why didn't Colby tell us he was going to be back in action tonight?

Or at least me?

I'm his sister for goodness sake.

As the drama continued to unfold out in the ring, Joe's cousins Jimmy, Jey, and Solo Sikoa could be seen coming to the aid of their Tribal Chief as Joe's wise man Paul Heyman stood outside of the ring, a look of disbelief on his face.

And only for what seemed to be two or three seconds, my brother held up both of Joe's titles, dropped them, then disappeared through the crowd, just before the Usos entered the ring tending to Joe.

Barely escaping far into the crowd before Solo could catch him.

This was not how I imagined my first pay per view but I must say, I was not disappointed.

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Colby was the first to come through the curtain that led back into the backstage area and me and Tori wasted no time fighting for the chance to be the first to congratulate him.

Well more like excitedly question him.

"Why didn't you say your knee was healed enough for you to get back in the ring, Colby?" I asked, throwing my arms around my brother in a hug.

"If I told, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Well that was a pretty awesome surprise, Colby." Tori said, joining in on the hug.

After a few more seconds, hugging my brother I pulled back, glancing up at him. "So, what..." I stuttered out. "What did you say to Joe out there in the ring. I mean, I couldn't really hear but it looked like it was a heated exchange."

"We were just in character." Colby said nonchalantly, with a shrug. "We weren't being Colby and Joe in the ring we were being Seth and Roman. Don't worry. I told you I was cool with you and him."

I nodded, biting down on my lip.

But you also said you were gonna kick his ass in the ring. I thought remembering my brother's words from a couple weeks ago.

Did he already have his plan in motion that night?

Or is all of this just a coincidence?

And again I'm just over thinking.

Fuck!

I just wish I knew what was sa-

Oh there's my man.

I mean my Joe.

Ugh, there's Joe.

"Hi, Joe." I called out to him, waving my hand like an idiot.

I probably looked like Forest Gump when he was waving down Jenny.

What is wrong with me?

"Hey." Joe replied, as he made his way over. "What are you doing here?" He asked awkwardly as his eyes locked on mines.

His beautiful brown eyes.

"Colby brought us out."

This is awkward.

Like this conversation spells awkward.

But why?

This isn't like us.

Me and Joe were practically strangers and we had a better conversation then, compared to this one.

Is he still mad at me?

"I uhm..." I again found myself stuttering on my words. "I've been texting and I even called a few times but you hav-"

Joe grabbed my hand, pulling me away from my brother, Tori and his cousins who weren't exactly in arms reach, but still close by.

I'm not sure they were close enough to hear but I guess Joe didn't want to take chances.

As me and Joe walked off, I noticed he was lost in conversation with his friend and fellow superstar Bayley.

There was no way he knew Joe had dragged me off.

But Tori had of course.

She stood off to Colby's side, giving me two thumbs up with a huge smile on her face.

But back to my brother...

Why was he seeming off today?

First he was quite the ride here.

Then the surprise attack on Joseph.

It's just, for someone who's supposedly okay with me and one of his best friends, he's hadn't been acting okay.

I don't know, maybe he was just trying to get back into his Seth Rollins mind set.

Cause if he wasn't, he would have brought us out with him.

No matter how much Tori and I had begged.

"Where are we going?" I asked Joe, realizing we'd been walking for what seemed like forever in a five month pregnant woman's mind. "Joe?"

Still, ignoring me, Joe finally came to a stop in an empty room.

A dark empty room.

Why are two of the men that means the most to me being so strange today?

"Sorry about that." Joe said, finally speaking up for the first time since he pulled me away from my best friend and brother. "And I'm sorry I was ignoring you. I was just still pissed from you snapping on me a couple weeks ago." He explained, making me feel guilty all over again.

Joe flicked on the lights and all of a sudden my eyes had to adjust to the brightness, as I slowly looked around, immediately realizing this was the room Joe is sometimes seen in backstage while he's either yelling at his cousins or watching his cousin's on going match.

Well one of them anyways, considering Smackdown isn't filmed at just one arena so there's no way it's just one room.

His private locker room.

Yeah, that's it.

"Can I?" I asked, pointing to one of the chairs, practically power walking to it the second Joe nodded.

"How are you?" Joe asked, sitting down in the empty chair next to mines. "How's the baby?"

"I'm good." I answered, looking down at my belly. "And the baby's good." I said, answering Joe's second question. "He or she actually kicked last night." I giggled, glancing over at Joe.

I felt my lips turn up into a smile as I remembered that amazing feeling of those little kicks.

It even had me questioning if I still wanted to go through with the adoption.

Or if I wanted to keep this baby.

I mean, as much as I hate to admit it because I was so sure of my plan...

I have been getting used to this pregnancy and the idea of having a mini Joe.

Or even a mini me.

"Could I feel?" Joe asked as I quickly nodded.

"Of course." I verbally answered him, watching as he stood from his chair and came over to squat in front of me. "But don't expect to feel anythi-" I stopped talking, as a gasp escaped my lips.

The little kicks were back.

Okay wow.

Scratch that.

That was a big kick.

"That's our baby." Joe gasped, smiling up at me as I smiled down at him. "We made that."

Again I nodded, feeling tears stinging at my eyes.

Yeah we did.

"Either it doesn't want daddy's hand on me or it is excited to finally feel your touch, cause that's the biggest kick I've felt so far." I joked, giggling again while also making Joe laugh.

"I'm gonna take it as it likes my touch." He replied, as he continued rubbing my belly.

I sighed dreamily as I continued to watch Joe. "I love your touch too." I sighed out, my eyes widening for the second time today as I realized I had embarrassed myself yet again.

What is it with me and this man?

At least I didn't make a mistake and admit my love for him again, in front of him this time.

Tori hearing me was enough.

And maybe Colby if he'd heard.

"Please ignore that." I mumbled, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "I didn't mean for you to hear that."

"I'm happy I did." Joe replied, standing up again and going back to the chair he was previously sitting in. "With how you been acting these few months, I was starting to think I was more into you than you were into me."

I shook my head.

How could he think that, when he looks like he does?

You'd think that man never has to worry about a girl being into him.

And don't even get me started on how great of a personality he has.

Basically Joseph's the whole package.

And more.

"I'm sorry." I finally apologized. "Especially for the way I snapped on you a couple weeks ago. It's just even though I wasn't really into my ex, I still, for some reason was hurt finding out he was still cheating on me and when you asked if I left him for you, it just set me off. And I know you didn't mean it like that, when you asked, I just couldn't help but take it that way." I rambled as Joe quietly listened. "Can we just blame it on the hormones?" I asked, with a playful pout.

"This time." Joe answered.

And for a few minutes everything just seemed right between us again.

Joe and I were laughing.

Catching up on what's been going on in our lives

It was like my last day in Miami again, before I had to say bye to the man I've quickly come to love.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask." I said, still looking over at Joe. "Why didn't you tell me that you had talked to my brother about us..?"

Joe raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a confused look.

Like, a really confused look.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe."

OMG he called me babe again.

I don't think he's called me babe since Miami or when I last saw him at my house.

It just feels so right hearing him call me th-

Wait.

Did he say he didn't talk to Colby about us?

"The last time you were in Iowa, Joe." I said, nervously. "Colby said you came to see him at Black and Brave and told him about us." I added, hoping to jog his memory.

"Y|N." Joe replied, letting go of my hand that he'd been holding for a while now, using his thumb to stroke small circles onto it, his facial expression showing signs of nervousness also. "I didn't know your brother knew about us, that's why I brought you in here so we could talk. And if he does, he definitely didn't find out from me. I haven't even talked to him since I've been back on the road."

My heart rate began increasing.

And my throat all of a sudden felt dry.

Very dry.

This would explain why Colby had been acting weird since the second Tori and I had asked if we could come to the show with him.

I'm betting he wasn't as okay with me and Joseph like he said he was to me that night.

He probably didn't really want me to come here because he was worried about me seeing Joe but knew it'll be more suspicious to say we could come with him.

Colby had lied.

But why?

And if Joseph didn't tell him...

Who did?

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His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 4 (18+ only)

Chapter 4! This isn't the surprise btw, i just happened to finish editing this draft and decided to post before going to bed. Another smut chapter, so minors DNI. Again, i warned HHP starts off a little bit slow and lots of smut is in it, but trust me the storyline and developing plots are coming soon, just like MGR and MRE arcs. HHP just starts off by continuing the series with day to day events of you and Heeseung, so that's why we haven't reached the good parts yet, but we're really close.

Pairings: A handsome stud MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung and you.

Warnings: Again, smut...like very detailed smut. Another chapter of you getting ruined by the stud Heeseung. Rough sex, unprotected, breeding kink, contemplating of stopping and continuing sexual act, waking up to sexual acts (non-penetrative) and some curse words.

Again, a couple (or maybe just one more) chapter(s) and we get to the good stuff, in the meantime...you get rammed loved by your man.

-Begin Read-

The trip to the valley felt like an eternity, the four-hour drive was exaggerated by the slurred traffic and lack of scenery, only up until the last hour of travel did the view become memorable by the charm and beauty of nature and the widespread of vineyards.

The girls made the trip worthwhile; you enjoyed listening and chiming in on the jokes and harmless gossip that led to minutes of hard laughter and wide smiles. Emily had fit right in with the girls, and you enjoyed seeing that she was used to the circle of friends. Though you didn’t let it show, you kept wondering how Heeseung was doing in the separate car with the guys, especially seeing as he volunteered to drive.

He must have felt so sour about being separated from you, that being behind the wheel was one way to take his mind off it. That, and the fact that he was able to fluctuate the speed of the vehicle to be either next to or behind you and the girls. Though he didn’t attempt to catch your attention or look through to wave, his eyes remained ever glued to the road, however, you had an inkling that he used his peripheral vision to view you through the window.

By the time you guys had arrived at the rental, it was near dawn. The boys immediately went to the nearest store to grab everything they needed to start grilling, while you and the girls took out all the luggage and designated rooms.

The house was large, huge in fact. It had over six bedrooms and bathrooms, all were spacious and tastefully decorated with romanticized bedding and upholstery. It was all very vintage, with a range of pink and nude damask patterns and threaded wallpaper to match.

The living room was the largest space in the entire house. It had a large window wall that overlooked the vast acreage of the valley, all covered with rows of grapevines neatly displayed and ready for harvest. The living room had been furnished to fit the details of a home theater, with a large tv mounted on a wall, hanging above an elongated console set, with three large sets of couches facing it. Each sofa easily seating at least six people.

The open floor concept of the home theater shared the kitchen that was located on the opposite end. There was plenty of counter space and a large island that overlooked the main living space. It was truly the perfect spot to stay in for a large group.

After picking out the rooms, situating the luggage and unpacking, everyone decided to link up with the guys outside, seeing how they fared with the BBQ. The night was filled with laughter, drinks, and games as you all enjoyed the warm night air, dining on the large picnic table on the patio right outside the living room.

During the entire dining event, you and Heeseung sat across from one another. Sitting next to Emily, you engaged in friendly and humorous conversation as he propped his arm on the table by the elbow, resting his face on his hand. His free hand, however, would brush up against your leg as he reached down, causing you to glance over to find him facing you. His handy baseball cap, as always, covered his eyes, leaving only his nose and his smirky lips exposed. Each time you felt the touch of his hand on your kneecap, he earned a quick glance from you, sometimes with a slight smile and chuckle accompanying it, causing his smirk to grow.

You did enjoy yourself with the group, however, it was quite challenging seeing as how Heeseung was dressed all in black, which only enhanced that mysterious vibe he was unleashing with the cap covering his eyes. His ensemble marked with the scent of his cologne made him irresistible. You did a good job to keep composed and act as if you weren’t affected, but found it internally humorous after noticing how the girls, including Emily, took turns to take a minor opportunity to flick a glance at him at some point in the night. You didn’t mind at all, you took it as a form of a compliment, seeing as how you noticed their boyfriends, to include Jake, all doing the same to you.

Seeing the reaction, you both earned from everyone else, it almost felt as if you and Heeseung had belonged to one another. You both gave off a similar vibe when it came to the peak standards of attraction and sex appeal, Heesueng being more mysterious and masculine while yours was more charming and natural in the feminine aspect.

His face remained in your direction, you’re unsure if he noticed the looks from the others at all. You pretended to not notice him facing you, only viewing from your peripherals or the occasional glances, did you noticed that his face went from leaning on to his hand as he straightened his head and began rubbing his index finger along his lips. All the while tilting his head slightly back to show his gleaming eyes staring at you beneath the shadow of his hat. The smirk increasing against his suggestive rubbing of said finger caused you the knot in your gut to formulate, enhancing the tingling and numbing sensation to emerge as you kept yourself together, yet internally you were moaning your heart out for him.

Had it not been for your constant conversation with Emily by your side, your composure would have faltered, displaying your weakened state, especially since his free hand remained on your leg the whole time.

Once everyone was done feasting, you all decided to watch a movie. Regardless how late it was, the frequent consumption of alcohol with dinner had everyone develop a spry state of inebriation. Though you didn’t consume not nearly as much, two glasses of wine did give you a blissful buzz, as did Heeseung.

After cleaning up the picnic table and washing the dishes, you all gathered on to the sofa sets. You and Heeseung had the center sofa to yourselves since each couple gathered on the other two to share the unfinished bottles of wine and liquor leftover from dinner. You were content with the buzz alone and it seemed Heeseung was as well, so you both enjoyed sitting next to each other as the lights were all turned off and the movie began playing.

Halfway into the movie, you noticed each couple falling asleep, some remained on the sofas, while others were cuddling and sleeping on the massive plush rug in the center. Once you noticed it was you, Heeseung, Jake and Emily that remained awake, you shifted to sit on your side, with your back facing him as you leaned in on your hand, propping it with your arm against the back rest of the sofa. Heeseung’s arm was extended and rested along the top of the connected backrest, his hand inches away from the back of your head. You felt his fingers pinching a grab of your hair and twirling it around his fingers. The reflection of the window wall showed that his face remained in the direction of the TV, yet the details of his eyes under his cap remained inconspicuous and you wondered if he was actually looking at you.

The very moment you had wondered about his eyes, you had suddenly drifted off to sleep. You recall briefly waking in the middle of the night, well after the movie was over. The TV went into rest mode and shut off, leaving the room nearly pitch black had it not been for the moonlight peering in through the large windows. Heeseung pulling you in to lay next to him is what woke you. The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you backwards, laying you down on your side, facing the back cushions of the sofa, while your back was nestled tightly against his chest. The sound of slumber exhales from the others filled the room as you fell back asleep.

The dream you had was pleasant, possibly due to the glasses of wine you had. It was the first time you dreamed of you and Heeseung, and it felt so real. The stimulation of the numbness and tingling rising from your pelvis to your chest as you felt him laying beneath you, thrusting upwards and fucking his body fluids into you. The rays of sunlight coming into the setting allowed for you to fully view every muscle definition his body secured, which had only made your dream that much better as the visual effect increased the euphoric sensation. It felt so real. It felt too real.

Your eyes remained closed, yet you came into consciousness as you felt your body being pressed and rubbed from behind. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist, to the point where it became slightly painful. You raise your hands only to be reminded that you were facing the back cushions of the couch, trapping you against him. His mouth leaving you sweet and wet kisses on your neckline, the straps of your fitted summer dress slinked down below your shoulders, fully exposing skin, collarbone, and the cleavage of your cradled bosom. The bill of his hat grazes along your cheek as he continued to kiss the soft skin below your jawline, eventually sucking on it.

You feel his arm loosen around your waist as he reaches up and unties the laced string at the front of your dress, holding your breasts together. Pulling the string loose, you feel the cool air creeping into the center of your chest as the lacing comes undone, allowing the dress to peel down and exposing your breasts. He reaches in through the loose material and takes advantage of your decision to not pair the dress with a strapless bra, giving him full access to the pure nudity of each mound as he takes a handful, massages, and slightly pinches the nipple.

His handling of your chest caused you to bite your lip, desperately trying to hold back the moan. It barely helped, as you did your best and yet, a quivering gasp whispered out from your mouth as he dry thrusted his hips against you. You placed a hand on his arm, which had gone back to you wrapping itself around your waist as each thrust became more intense, you tapped along the hard muscles of his forearm and whispered your pleas to him.

“Heeseung…please…not here. We can’t…” You whispered as quietly as you could, your voice was seeping out in between, the sensation was ridding your body to succumb to his act, and you found it nearly impossible to control it.

“Mmm…wrong name baby.”

Your eyes widened at the low tone that spoke out. He didn’t even attempt to whisper, it was deep and dark just as it always was, but not as Heeseung.

“Ethan…!”

You harshly whispered in slight panic, the moment you did so, his movements became faster and harder. You felt his hand reach down, grabbing on to your mini dress as he rolls it up and snakes his hand underneath and begins to pull down your panties. He nearly rips them as he drags the flimsy material down just far enough, where he lifts one of your legs to feed through it, leaving it to remain wrapped around the other.

Realizing that it was Ethan’s dark persona that was stimulating your body had you worried, knowing how much of a rough lover he is, you didn’t want to risk waking everyone. Yet, finding your voice on the matter was hard, too hard, because the sensation he was subjecting you to felt too good and as much as you wanted him to stop, you felt just as strongly in wanting him to continue. A contradiction that you always found yourself in whenever Ethan was with you.

“Ethan…please…not here. Not here…Ethan.” You whispered trying to refrain from sounding so desperate, yet the slight moaning in between proved only that you were enjoying the feeling, and he saw it plain as day. It was obvious that even though you were concerned about waking the others, it was minimal compared to your body’s reaction and the sound of your voice.

He didn’t respond, instead, he halted the sucking of your neck and lifted his face to seal your lips into a lengthy kiss. His tongue harshly penetrated through every barrier you measly put up, massaging every inch of your mouth. The way he had your body weakened from his motions caused you to lack the strength to build some level of restraint. Every moment you heard someone turn in their sleep stirred you to panic, causing you to try and peel his forearm off your waist, but was useless as you lacked any strength to do anything. The harder he went, the more the pleasure had sucked you dry of any energy within you.

You felt his arm loosen once more, though this time, it was to reach around and undo the button and zipper of his black jeans. Initially shocked out of your pleasured state, just only for a second, you lost the opportunity to harshly whisper out for him to refrain or even suggest going upstairs, as his free hand moves up and presses your face against his, sealing your lips yet again in a passionate kiss.

This was the way Ethan was, he was passionate, sexy, and dangerous. He found it thrilling to take certain risks, and by working you he was slowly getting you to enjoy it as well. Just like he did when he fucked you in front of Samuel. This was the side of Ethan that you did reluctantly enjoy, just as there were aspects of Heeseung’s side that Ethan lacked, yet you loved it just as much.

Once he fed his phallic muscle through the opening of his briefs, you immediately felt the smooth warmth of the skin and the stiffness of the shaft as he begins to feed it between your legs. You felt him wrap his fingers near the tip, guiding it in between and disrupting the neatness of your folds as you felt them spreading. The enigma of your desires rambled inside as you went from desiring him to go on, then suddenly changing heart the moment you felt his tip breaching entry. You reacted by closing your legs as tight as you could, but it did nothing. His muscle was too hard and stiff, it pushed through with ease, and you found yourself no longer wanting to pause, instead, you wanted him to keep going.

The tightness of your entry admitted friction and slight struggle for him to go all the way in, he committed to small thrusts to inch his way in little by little, causing your walls to promote moisture as you feel him entering in deeper and deeper. The more fluids your walls created, the easier he was able to enter, and before you knew it, he was all the way in. His mouth opened wide and covered your ear as he let out a single, deep and gasping moan as he rotates his hips, burrowing his dick deeper into you.

Yet again, the contradiction of your desires pulls and pushes your mind left and right as you began to feel yourself wanting to stop, knowing that the height of your gasping moans rising in volume, no matter if they were whispered out or not. Trying to prevent the risk of waking everyone, you appealed to him yet again, although barely hanging on to your pleas as you felt yourself changing your mind yet again at the immense pleasure Ethan was giving you.

“Uh! Eth…Ethan...uh! Ethan. Uh Ethan please!”

Your moans came out less pleading and more pleasurable as you felt him gaining more depth with each thrust. The last bit of your hesitancy disappeared, and you found yourself back to wanting him to keep going after he slightly lifted your free leg. By sliding his hand up underneath your knee, your leg submitted to a natural bend, bringing your ankle in for him to reach and grab onto. He pulls it around his back side before he slides his hand back up and reaches over to plant it on your inner thigh, keeping your leg spread in place. Now that you were wide open, he was able to speed up his thrusts, which he did sharply, lacking any gradual approach.

Hearing your whispers turning into full vocal moans, he moves his free hand up to cover your mouth, pushing your head back to lean against his throat. The shifting movement of your body jolting upwards from his thrusts admitted your forehead to tap the smooth surface underneath his jaw, upon feeling it, he further tilts your head back as he muffles your moans and gasps. With your head now pressed up against his Adam’s Apple, the stretch of your throat as your facial features fully suspended upwards, he looks downward to touch the tip of your nose with his own. He removes his hand from your mouth just a moment to admit an upside-down kiss as he thrusts into you, causing you to be shifted up and adding depth to the kiss. The hand that remained on your thigh comes back up and once again, wraps around your waist as you feel your dress slowly coming back down and covering the visual of his cock thrusting into you, as if it wasn’t happening. The smoothness and shined coating of his skin, effortlessly going in and out of you almost appeared as if his cock was melting into your entry. The shaft was slick and connected into you, fully swallowed in, and looked as if it was feeding your cavity as it remained tightly wrapped around him.

The wrap of his arm around your waist added to the momentum as you felt his strength lift, push, and pull you up and down, wherever he wanted you as he thrusted. His hand went back to muffling your moans after the kiss, though you’re not sure if it had helped. Thank goodness everyone had fallen asleep drunk, otherwise they would have surely woken up to the harsh gasps that were coming out of you as Ethan fucked you harder and harder. Even with him muffling your moans, you felt his mouth coming near your ear as he teases you with a gesture to be quieter, knowing full well you couldn’t, as evident by the feeling of a smirk forming against your helix.

“Shhh…come on baby. You gotta be quiet so I can keep fucking you.”

His voice low and deep yet quiet as he speaks into your ear, tickling it in the process. All of which was followed by a tender kiss right above your helix as he inhales the scent of your hair, a small and nearly breathless chuckle comes out of him as his breathing becomes heavier while he relentlessly fucks you. It didn’t matter if you both were in a room shared by others, or if they were peacefully asleep and unaware of what he was doing to you, none of it mattered to him, he kept going in harder, faster, and added just as much vigor as he would have if it was being done in private.

The peak of the tingling and numbing emerged and you felt your orgasm approaching. Your gasps and moans increase, his hand that muffled each sound emitted from your lips slightly tightens and adds pressure to your face as he goes faster and faster. His face burrows into your ear, while his lips are in contact with your jawline. He breathes deeply against your skin.

“Come to me…baby. Eden…come to me baby girl.”

The last words you heard him breathed out as your mind faded once you felt yourself cumming.

HERS

The state of y/n’s mind became a paradox of being aware and unaware. There was a deep, dark, and alluring side that y/n felt herself opening up to, as if she could feel herself changing yet a slight bit of her true nature stayed intact. Like a dream, it felt as if she was watching herself in third person as she permits the sensual and sultry side of her take over, the side that was Ethan’s equal, Eden.

Each time y/n had changed, it always submitted her to a state of delusion. It felt real, yet by morning she wouldn’t have any memory of the event, completely forgetting everything the moment she experienced tunnel vision and became dormant.

As her Eden side emerged, so did every dark and twisted desire that laid deep inside y/n’s heart and soul. All of the deep pleasures of sexual desire that she never knew existed, that had stayed hidden and “asleep” for so long. Of all the times she had experienced sexual intimacy with Samuel, never was there a moment where it was as fervor or intense like it was with Ethan, all she ever knew of sex was the slow, romantic, and the mirage of every good girl’s reality of sex. She was withheld from experiencing the vile, sordid, and wicked aspects of it, yet the moment she did, it became the most pleasurable she’s ever felt.

y/n felt herself stepping out of her comfort zone. Every single corrupt and improper image of sexual acts run through her mind, enabling her to move in sensual slow motion, yearning for more. Her moans became more relaxed, though still strong in vibration, they were less whiny and more pleasurable, more desirable, and sexual in nature. With her sultry eyes re-opening, Eden awakens.

Her hands move up, dragging along the curves of her body. She gently taps her fingers on Ethan’s hand covering her mouth, while the other wraps two fingers around the slick coated shaft as it remained fully inserted inside of her. Massaging it, Ethan slows his thrusts as his body quivers at Eden’s touch. With Y/N, Ethan loved having the soft and pure aura to fuck into, hearing the cries and moans of y/n’s good nature breaking and succumbing to his freakish sexual acts.

Then there was Eden, the side that emulated everything about him, the nefarious and sinister side of sex that everyone is aware of, but never truly embraced. People like Vicky, or his past girlfriends, who only pretended to be good and natural, but eventually unleashing their dirty face the moment he was fucking them from behind in their cheerleading uniforms, only to witness a disappointing notion of a forced façade as they let out horrendous vocals of what they thought would please him. Moans that were overexaggerated, thought to be sexy, with movements that were lazy and lacked passionate energy. Every single one of them not only disappointed him, but they lacked a genuine response which disgusted both him, and Heeseung.

When it came to sex, it was his and Heeseung’s love language, something they took personally and sincerely. There was no doubt that every single girl he had been with spoke truthfully whenever they claimed that he was the cause of their best orgasms, he knew he was. He knew how to move, knew how to fuck, knew where to touch and where to kiss during each moment. He knew when to go fast, and to go slow, and was blessed with the stamina to maintain the pace however long he needed to, just to bring them to their knees. It was no surprise that days, weeks, months, even years later, regardless of breaking contact with them, there was always going to be a time where each one would reach out, after repeatedly being disappointed by the string of men that followed after the breakup, they found themselves begging and practically throwing themselves at his feet for just one night.

As harsh as it may sound, he dismissed them in a myriad of ways, never wanting to revisit the atrocity in the lack of their originality. Instead, he continued to search, wanting to find the one that would speak his lingo and return the forbidden pleasure that he would give, but never found her. Settling with Vicky, his life felt dull and rotten, all because his sex life lacked the passion and excitement of the good and bad. He felt frustrated and started to become emotionless as he fell into the state of drudging complacency, until he saw y/n.

That day, when he observed from a distance, he didn’t need to speak with her or hear any statements to justify her goodness and modesty. He could see it as plain as day when he saw her smile, that she was someone who was genuinely pure and loving at heart, someone who was never broken. Ever since, he yearned to be the one to do it to her.

The moment his deepest wish came into fruition, that night of the frat party, he was gifted way more than he could ever ask for when he pulled out a side of her that she never even knew existed.

Eden.

The overwhelming flow of emotion crashed into him like a boulder, he found someone who was just like him, a diamond in the rough. Though he was always aware of his two faces and grew up learning how to control the switch and gain a balance of being both, y/n’s breaking will causing Eden’s birth, was so sudden and new. He knew that he would have to teach her, to take every opportunity to guide her on how to gain that balance, something he developed entirely on his own.

She continues to rub her fingers on his shaft, right at the entry point. Ethan starts to pick up the pace with his thrusts at the stimulation of Eden’s touch and the squeeze of her walls as she clenches. Even though y/n had already cum, it was Eden’s turn to enjoy her soulmate. Ethan enjoyed fucking y/n and Eden equally, it just felt more befitting whenever Eden was present. Just as y/n felt it more befitting when Heeseung fucked her.

Their personalities weren’t just similar, they mirrored each other, with Heeseung and y/n being the more sentimental types, Ethan and Eden were the zenith of tough love.

Ethan picks up the pace, his speed, and stamina as strong as ever as he fucks his heart and soul into Eden, feeling her body bucking up from the received impact so easily. Her moans were long and steady as she expresses the desire to receive more. She never tried to be appealing in expressing her desires. Like y/n, everything about her was natural and sincere, she was sexy, genuine and original in her responses to him, which enticed him to fuck harder and feel satisfaction like he’s never felt before. Throughout his entire life, Ethan never lost his bearing or felt himself weaken from immense pleasure, until he met Eden.

She was the only thing that could break him, had she known or was willing to, though he deeply hoped that she wasn’t aware of either. Unlike his Heeseung side, Ethan had a deep sense of pride and masculinity when it came to sex, though Eden was his equal, there were still restrictions that he refused to let even her breach. He was the top of all predators, the top of the food chain, and will always be in control.

An ideal vision of male dominance. He was strong and demanding but never once abused it, especially with his tamed and gentle y/n, the one light of his life. With Eden, he knew he could get away with much more, yet still, he always found himself to insert acts of tenderness knowing that regardless of how rough he fucks, he loved his Eden just as much he loved his y/n.

Since Eden only was drawn out at Ethan’s bidding, Heeseung only had the experience of Eden through a shared moment when he was half and half of his two sides the night of the frat party. Knowing full well that Ethan, even at his slightest presence, was a requirement in summoning and pleasing Eden, he felt it necessary to have his Ethan side to aid in the taming of his wickedly sexy enchantress.

Feeling her walls clench violently, Eden’s gasps harshly spewing out as he ruins her, Ethan feels himself coming close to the explosion of pleasure as his thrusts lose all forms of neat structure, becoming sloppy and rushed as the peak of his orgasm is on edge and the desperation to cum entangles every sensation in his body. Unable to withstand his ruthless performance, Eden bites down her lip and succumbs to his prowess and cums all over him. The clenching of her walls swallows him in deep and pulsates against his shaft, tapping him to orgasm.

A single, yet loud, groan gasps out of Ethan as he releases inside her. The sound of his voice traveling in her ear increased the vibrancy of her pulsating walls, along with the ferocious twitching of his cock as it remains buried inside. The soothed feeling of her man cumming and putting all his children inside of her thrilled her, the thought of him breeding with her only made him more appealing.

The y/n side may have thought it too soon for her and Heeseung to become parents, but her Eden side found sexual and emotional joy at the thought of Ethan turning her into a mother. He never expressed it, but he knew of her feelings on the matter and felt the same.

Someday.

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On July 3rd 1928 John Logie Baird gave the first demonstration of a colour television transmission.

It's amazing to think the first colour pictures were in 1928, but I remember coming home from school in the early 70's to find our first colour TV in our living room. We couldn't even afford to buy one at that time it was a rental, with a box on the back that we had to put 50p in.

Ronald F. Tiltman, who later wrote a book about Baird, witnessed the first demonstration at the Long Acre laboratory in 1928. He said that

"‘the vivid reality of the colourings seen on the receiving screen was quite remarkable. When the human face was transmitted it showed a delicate pink, while a protruding tongue showed a deeper pink, the subject also tied scarves of various colours round the head and then placed on a policeman’s blue helmet, and each colour came through clearly. A bunch of blue flowers, and another of red roses, appeared in amazingly vivid fashion and as near the original shades as could be determined.’

In August hundreds of people almost fought each other to see Baird’s television demonstrations at Olympia, which included half an hour of songs and droll Irish stories by a star of the day, Peggy O’Neil, and the world’s first television advertisement, for the Daily Mail. In 1929 Baird provided the first-ever BBC television programme, in black-and-white, which led to half-hour programmes five mornings a week, and in 1931 screened the Derby, with much favourable publicity.

The story ended sadly, however, as Baird found himself in competition with the powerful Marconi-EMI organization, whose system the BBC finally preferred. Robbed of the success he had hoped for, the disappointed Baird lived until 1946, when he died aged fifty-seven.

It wasn't until the sixties that this country would get to see the first colour TV broadcasts when in 1967 The BBC starting broadcasting Wimbledon, but we were rationed to just 4 hours a day, rising to 10 hours the next year. The USA had begun 7 years previously. By mid 1968, nearly every BBC2 programme was in colour. Six months later, colour came to BBC1. In 1969, BBC1 and ITV were regularly broadcasting in colour

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Outside Magazine, November 2016 | Travis fimmel, Vikings actors, Happy play

Travis Fimmel’s Minimalist Broasis

Vikings star Travis Fimmel has exactly three possessions: his trailer, his pickup truck, and his horse

I’d been told to meet the Australian actor Travis Fimmel, best known for his role as Norse warrior Ragnar Lothbrok in the History channel’s Vikings series, at his ranch outside Los Angeles. Given the popularity of the show—four seasons, an Amazon Prime release, and season five in the works—I had assumed that Fimmel’s pad would be some secluded midcentury hideout with a well-stocked kitchen and a gym worthy of a broadsword slinger who’d also recently anchored a Warcraft film adaptation that made nearly half a billion dollars worldwide

But the address led to a dusty outdoor riding arena just off the highway, where Fimmel, barefoot in a pair of camo cargo shorts and a surf tee, greeted me from the back of his 15-year-old chestnut quarter horse, Wanker.

“I’m just getting him warmed up so he doesn’t buck you off,” says Fimmel, who is 37 and was raised on a dairy farm in Echuca, Australia. He grew up working in his family’s cherry orchards, camping and fishing with his two older brothers, and surfing behind dirt bikes in irrigation canals. He came to L.A. when he was 21, after being scouted by a modeling agency and dropping out of architecture school. Almost immediately, he was stopping traffic on billboards modeling Calvin Klein underwear

"Among a generation who’ve shunned material possessions, Fimmel has achieved an advanced state of stoic minimalism."

Still mounted, Fimmel led me in my rental car up to his broasis, which, it quickly became clear, was actually a dilapidated 18-foot beige and white Nomad travel trailer parked permanently in the shade of a pepper tree between a water tank and the tack shed.

“Got it real cheap, over in Phelan,” says Fimmel. “Towing it back, the side panels were flapping, and the back door fell off.” The ranch belongs to longtime stunt coordinator Walter Scott. Fimmel showed up in 2010 looking for riding lessons ahead of a big-screen remake of the 1960s TV show Big Valley. Most of the work around his family’s farm was performed on ATVs, so he was a novice horseman.

“Just ask me about when I first met him,” says Scott. “He says he knew about horses—everything he learned right here, on that horse. Roping and everything. Him and another guy came. He never left.”

The film went down in flames after the director was convicted of committing tax-credit fraud on a previous project, but Fimmel stuck around the stable and now squats there when he’s not traveling. “Out here it’s just good people. No industry,” Fimmel explains. “Just the stunt boys.”

Among a generation who’ve shunned material possessions as barriers to life experience, Fimmel has achieved an advanced state of stoic minimalism. According to him, his only worldly possessions are Wanker, the Craigslist trailer (which now has air-conditioning), and a red 1982 GMC stepside pickup with a ’73 bed (which does not). Before the trailer, he lived in an old Ford Econoline with a pop-up bed.

“It got taken off me,” he says. “It wasn’t road worthy.” Unlike the cool kids who gussy up Sprinter vans and Westfalias, Fimmel only recently upgraded from a flip phone to an iPhone 4, does no social media, and rarely checks his e-mail. “I’m always getting texts asking why I’m not responding on Instagram or Facebook, and I’m like, ‘It’s not me. You’re writing to some stranger.’ ”

Fimmel helped me into the saddle, and we headed out for a hack on a trail behind the property, him riding Scott’s horse Josey. It was hot, and Wanker wanted to stop in the shade. Fimmel’s ultimate goal is to save as much money as he can and end up back in Australia on a nice spread—“with three or four wives,” he jokes, though at the moment he says of the opposite sex, “They all hate me, although it’s not for lack of trying. When you do a lot of traveling, it’s hard.”

He eats what he wants, works out only when he’s forced to, and does his drinking at the local VFW hall. But for a guy who regrets his modeling days and says he wasn’t looking to get into acting—“Still not looking to, mate”—he’s stripped away everything else. If he could, he’d spend three months studying for each of his parts. “You get sucked into it, trying to be good at it,” he says. “I wish you could make money and people never saw what you did. Then you could relax and not care about how bad you are.”

It’s the proper amount of self-hatred for an action hero who’s actually good at his craft—more Viggo Mortensen than Chris Hemsworth. He starts shooting a blockbuster bank-heist film, Finding Steve McQueen, in September, starring alongside Kate Bosworth and Forest Whitaker.

Fimmel is extraordinarily soft-spoken—introverted, even—for a guy at risk of being typecast as a barbarian. At an interview with three of his Vikings castmates at Comic-Con in July, Fimmel managed to get through the entire Q&A saying exactly zero words. But he’s only now being tested in parts with more range, like his supporting role as a bearded-hipster pickle entrepreneur in the 2016 romantic comedy Maggie’s Plan and a loving, alcoholic father in an adaptation of the horse-racing novel Lean on Pete that was shot in Oregon and wrapped this summer. On that project, he ducked out for a few days to reel in his first steelhead with a friend at the mouth of the Chehalis River.

It was nearly 100 degrees on the trail. The Blue Cut Fire had just broken out in San Bernardino, and disaster-relief crews were a constant presence on the highway. Each of the past three summers, Fimmel has escaped this kind of heat, shooting Vikings in the cold mists of Ireland. The Ragnar role even landed him an endorsement deal as the face of high-end down-jacket company Canada Goose, which photographed him earlier this year among the icebergs of Newfoundland.

Here, though, it was just really hot. We put the horses up, Fimmel hosed Wanker down, and we went for a Bud Light at the VFW. If any of the vets and bikers recognized him, they didn’t show it. This time next year, it may not be so easy.

Lead Photo: Jeff Lipsky

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The year was 2003, the month was January. Gas was $1.50 a gallon, the iPod was in its 2nd generation, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers was #1 at the box office. And 12-year-old me decided to start keeping track of all the movies I watched.

Hello, my name is Jane and I’ve been counting all the movies I watch for TWENTY YEARS. To honor this ridiculous milestone, I decided to make this podcast to talk about my top 40 most-watched movies from 2003 through 2022. So here it is. Welcome to the Rewatch Rewind!

In each episode, after this one, I will be talking about one of my most frequently re-watched movies – about the film itself, and also about my own personal experience with it: how I first discovered it (if I remember), what makes me keep returning to it, etc. Most of the time it will just be me, but sometimes I’ll bring in a guest who also loves the movie so we can talk about it together. Before I dive in, I do want to make it clear that I am not saying these are the 40 best movies. I’m not even saying that they’re my 40 favorite movies, although I do love them all. Sometimes excellent films are hard to watch more than once, and sometimes films that are objectively bad are fun entertainment. This isn’t meant to be a list of the Greatest Films Ever Made, so please don’t expect that or you’ll be disappointed. Bear in mind that I was 12 years old when I started this. While many of my favorite movies when I was 12 are still among my favorites today, most of them would be lower on the list if I’d started ten years later. Part of that is because the way I watch movies has changed significantly in the last 20 years. In 2003, Netflix was still a DVD rental company, so streaming wasn’t really a thing. At the time, I barely owned any movies, so most of what I watched was what happened to be on TV or what my family borrowed from the library. Over the years, the accumulation of more and more VHS tapes and DVDs and streaming subscriptions has led to almost limitless possibilities when I want to watch something, which has led to a decrease in rewatches and an increase in new discoveries. So partly because of that, and partly because of the way time works, movies that were released before 2003 have an advantage over those that were released later, both because I had the full 20 years to watch those, and because the ones I had access to then were more likely to be rewatched, since I had fewer overall possibilities. Also, in 2002, I had started getting into Old Hollywood, which led me to watch a lot of films from well before my time. So the oldest movie I will be talking about was released in 1935, and the most recent is from 2017.

According to my records, in those 20 years, I watched 1,812 different movies a total of 4,592 times. But what exactly counts as “a movie”? Clearly theatrically released feature films count. Direct-to-home-viewing and made-for-tv features also seem obvious to include. But what about short films? What about limited series? Those were a little bit harder to know whether to count or not. I don’t think I was completely consistent, but for the most part, I counted short films if they were at least a half hour long. I didn’t count limited series if I knew they were going to have a second season, but otherwise it’s kind of based on feel. If a mini-series feels like a long movie, I count it; if it feels more like a TV show I don’t. I haven’t been including webseries unless there’s a feature cut, in which case I only counted the times I watched the feature cut, not episodes. Sometimes I counted filmed stage shows as movies, and sometimes I didn’t, but that won’t really affect this podcast because I didn’t watch any of them enough times to make it to the top 40.

Usually, the movies I watch are determined by reasons as simple as, “This movie is available and the people I’m with and I feel like watching it today,” but other times I watch movies for more specific reasons than that. There are certain actors or other filmmakers whose birthdays I celebrate every year by having my own marathon of their work, and there are certain dates that are mentioned in movies that need to be watched on those dates. And over the years, I’ve done a few movie-watching “projects” that have impacted my view counts a bit. In 2010 I started watching through all the Best Picture Oscar Winners in chronological order. Similarly, in 2015 I started watching through the Best Actress Winners, and in 2017 I started on Best Adapted Screenplay, which took much longer since I was also reading the source material to evaluate the quality of the adaptation. I ultimately got tired of that last project before I got caught up…maybe someday I’ll finish, or not. I also did a non-Oscars-related project in 2020 with my brother when we watched through all the theatrically released Disney animated features so we could attempt a definitive ranking. Most of the movies I’m going to be talking about on this podcast weren’t part of any of these projects, but some were, so I’ll mention that when it comes up.

Looking through my list, it strikes me that most of the characters in these films are white, straight, cis, middle-to-upper-class Americans or Europeans, and most of the writers and directors are white, straight, cis men. I have been trying to watch movies from more diverse perspectives recently, but I haven’t been doing that long enough for it to be very noticeable in my top 40. So again, don’t take this as a full and complete list of the best films ever made – that list should have way better representation than this one.

Speaking of representation, or a lack thereof, another thing I do want to mention in this introduction is that in the last few years I have started to understand that I am aromantic and asexual, or “aroace” for short. Those terms represent a spectrum and therefore mean different things to different people, but for me personally, it means I don’t experience romantic or sexual attraction to anyone. It took me until my late 20s to early 30s to figure this out because it was just…never presented as an option. I kind of assumed eventually I would meet somebody I was attracted to in that way because society and media presented it as an inevitability. I was just a late bloomer, just very picky, just… not interested in pursuing that kind of relationship. Once I found and understood and adopted this label, so many things about myself made a lot of sense. Recently I’ve started realizing just how much this part of my identity has impacted every aspect of my life, including the way I consume media. So when applicable, I’m going to be talking about the things about these movies that particularly appeal to me, or that I interpreted in an alternative way, from an aromantic and/or asexual perspective. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie that had official, canonical aroace representation, but there are characters and situations that can be interpreted that way, and I want to talk about that. Part of why I’m making this podcast is because it would have made a huge difference to me if I’d heard anyone talking from this perspective when I was younger, so I’m hoping that sharing my voice might help someone else waste less time being confused about themselves. And I also think it serves everyone to learn more about different identities, whether or not they describe them.

So just to get some definitions out of the way: aro is short for aromantic, which means little to no romantic attraction, and ace is short for asexual, which means little to no sexual attraction. Sexual and romantic attraction are not the same thing – so I’m told; I don’t really know because I don’t experience either of them, but some people have a romantic orientation different from their sexual orientation, hence the different terms. These are the identities that the “A” in LGBTQIA+ stands for; it does not stand for ally. I’m saying all this in the introduction partly so I don’t have to keep defining these terms, and partly to let you know that if, for whatever reason, you don’t want to hear someone talking about asexuality or aromanticism, this is not going to be the podcast for you.

For everyone else, subscribe or follow or whatever you have to do on your platform if you want to hear what I have to say about my most rewatched movies for the last 20 years. I’ve never made a podcast before so I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m going to try to get these out weekly, so that I finish before the end of the year – we’ll see if that happens. I’m going to do a countdown, so the first movie I’ll talk about will be the one in 40th place, and I’ll work my way up to my #1 most re-watched movie. I broke all ties using runtimes, so longer movies are ranked higher than shorter movies that I watched the same number of times because I spent more minutes watching them.

Thank you for listening to this rather rambling introduction! I’m planning to end each episode with a quote from the next movie I’m going to talk about, so I’ll leave you with this: “First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear: I never explain anything.”

#rewatch rewind #podcast intro

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