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agent-yolk-writes · 7 months ago

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A Nightmare in Devildom (Obey Me/Nightmare on Elm Street concept fic)

Basically what it says on the tin. A "what if MC was a survivor of freddy kreuger's torment before the events of OM" concept fic.

This is was of those weird ideas I came with this during the early covid lockdown period where my insomnia got really bad to the point where I was borderline delirious. I meant to get this out during October for spooky season vibes but after three Octobers came and went and Obey Me isn't getting any more updates, I figure I throw it into the pit before that happens. No beta we die like obey me as a franchise, I guess!

If this inspires you to write something similar, please let me know! If you want me to write more...please reconsider!

And, of course, happy holidays!

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Good lord, I look terrible. You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. When was the last time I got some rest?

Other than looking more visibly tired, you look...older. It was the face of a nurse finally coming home after back-to-back double shifts. The bags under your eyes could only get so dark, but thankfully you knew a demon who had so much concealer and foundation lying around that he wouldn’t know if a few went missing.

You knew you shouldn’t be continuing this habit, but you can’t help it. Despite living in a mansion with the most powerful demons in Literal Hell(!!) in the past few weeks your brain is still not convinced that you’re safe from Him . Would he still have the balls to terrorize you still? Does he even know where you are? Surely he’ll just know when you disappeared without a trace, but you can’t afford to find out for yourself.

As much as you wanted to tell the brothers, you didn’t want to drag them into this mess. After all, this problem only started just weeks before you were brought here. It came without warning, and suddenly it turned into a bloodied hurricane. To think He was the one that killed your friends and classmates back in the human world…you regretted not being able to do more for them until you were in His sights.

This opportunity with the exchange program was either a saving grace or a divine intervention, and you’re not going to let that chance slip away from you. You have the whole year to work on magic and potions and anything else that could possibly drive Him away if not kill him for good, and you highly doubt he’s going to forget about you. Knowing how to do magic is one thing, but putting it to memory is another. This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so damn tired. You’re trying so hard to pay attention in class, but you just end up more focused on trying to keep your eyes open lest you allow Him to strike at your most vulnerable.

However, there is one possible solution. The only problem is that you needed to form a pact with his other brothers before he could even consider helping you, that slothful bastard. Belphegor knows how tired you are and how you would do anything for a safe and peaceful rest. There was no point hiding it from him as you were with the others. Oh, how you envied the way he could sleep the day away in his little prison cell…you could just punch him if only you had the strength.

…

You really didn’t feel good about the multi-layered lie you found yourself webbed into to get the pacts in the first place. You recently got Beelzebub’s pact, putting you at the halfway mark. He looked so happy about your ‘plan’ to impress Lucifer enough to have him make up with Belphegor that it made your stomach churn in shame. Is it really okay for you to do this? Wouldn’t it be easier to tell the truth? Out of all the brothers, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for lying to Beel.

But what if Lucifer points his finger at Belphegor if you bring it up before you’re able to finish explaining? Would it destroy all the progress you made? Would you make things worse ? If they draw parallels that your deprivation is somehow related to the seventh-born’s sleep-related powers…only Lucifer would have an answer different from the other five. That’s why you have to keep up this facade for as long as you can. That’s why you need to stay awake. To find a way to protect yourself as well as the others.

Your new friends at Purgatory Hall, bless their hearts, were none the wiser. Considering two of them were actual angels, you would’ve expected at least Luke to confront you with tears in his eyes about your health at least a month in. He makes a big talk about how you should never trust ‘those demons’ before having lunch with Beelzebub. Sometimes you think Solomon is giving you weird looks whenever you make eye contact with him. It’s probably the sleep-deprived paranoia, but you hope it’s nothing. You’ve been getting away with it for this long, so what?

Tomorrow you have to stay over at Diavolo’s castle as part of an exchange party sleepaway camp or something. If you’re lucky, you can have a room for yourself. You don’t pack your go-to methods for staying awake until right before everyone heads out.

The steaming heat of the boiler room did not warm the chill in your bones one bit.

You should know the inner workings of this hellscape by now. It was His favorite hunting ground, after all. However, something seems different this time. Everything felt…a bit shifted to the right, in a way. On top of that, there’s no sight or sound of Him anywhere. No taunting catchphrases, no spooky teleports he’s fond of doing, not even the shilling sound of his claw on metal when he’s close. This is probably his new trick, you think. Lulling you into a false sense of security before-

You turned around, involuntary flinching as you braced yourself to be hit. Only to process seconds later that nothing’s coming. In fact, there was no sign of life behind you in the first place. Damn it, he really was playing with you at this point. As soon as you let out a sigh of relief, you heard someone screaming from the other side of the room. You couldn’t tell who they were, but that’s not going to stop you. You ran towards the sound before you let the dread wash over you.

“I’m coming!” You yelled at them. “Wake up! He can’t hurt you if you’re awake!” You were so focused on tilting your head up to project your voice to the other person that you didn’t realize you hit a dead end until you ran into a wall of pipes. “Oh, god damn it!” You cursed, pivoting on your foot to turn around and run even faster.

What happened next happened too fast. You didn’t know where you were going. Everything is starting to blur together. A pipe managed to burst the same second you turned your head to follow the noise, immediately blinding your vision with steam and a “Shit!” jumping out of your mouth. The suddenness of it all made you lose your momentum and you feel yourself stumbling forward. You didn’t have time to brace yourself for the sharp object that’s going right through your-

You wake with an audible gasp, hands going up to your throat. The sound of your racing heart and your uneven breathing replace the sounds of pipes and steam. You looked around in the darkness and could barely see two bodies sleeping in their respective beds. Ah, that’s right. This is the first night of Diavolo’s retreat, and you find yourself paired to a room with Asmodeus and Simeon. In an attempt to pretend you’re asleep ended up having you fall asleep for real. You couldn’t help but think how pathetic you were for letting your guard down for one second and falling into His hands again after so long all because you were waiting for someone to finish their 20-step overnight skin routine.

With a shuddered sigh, you carefully slipped out of your bed and into the hallway in hopes you could clear your thoughts without disturbing your roommates.

Thanks to the occasional jittering of a Little D doing their nightly duties, the halls of a demon lord’s castle don’t feel as haunted as you would think. The lights were dimmed but not out completely, which gave way for the moon to shine in as its own source of light. Had you been carrying a candle in a brass holder you would’ve thought you stumbled into one of those old gothic novels. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you made sure you remembered which room you were assigned to just in case.

At some point during the night, you ended up in one of the lounge rooms, curled up on a couch facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked up at all the stars. It has always been a comfort for you. You even began reading about them in an attempt to stay awake back in the human world. You thought you could recognize some of the constellations, but there are always a few stars here and there that turn it into an unrecognizable shape. At least you have new material to read about when you’re back in your room at the House of Lamentation.

The soft calling of your name from the door broke your serene silence followed by a, “Is that you?”

A small gasp managed to escape your throat before you were able to put your hands over your mouth. You curled into yourself at first so whoever it was can’t see your head poking out from the back. After a few seconds, it finally clicked as to who it was.

Sheepishly, you stick your head out. “Hi, Barbatos.” You said, voice croaking in unexpected use. Even though it was dark and his figure obscured, you could make out that he was holding some kind of tray. “Am I not supposed to be here? I’m sorry. I’ll go back and…”

“It’s fine.” He assured you. “I heard someone walking around, so I’ve taken the liberty to brew some chamomile tea for them should they feel restless. Would you like some?”

“...”

Tea does sound nice, but the fact that it was chamomile made you hesitate. At the same time, Barbatos just made it, so it would be rude to let it go to waste.

“...That would be nice. Thank you.”

He made his way over to the other side of the couch. Part of you wanted to sit up and be proper when drinking, but even thinking about adjusting your posture makes you tired. Still, you make an effort to reach over to take the tea cup from the butler’s hands. Barbatos took this opportunity to start talking.

“This is your first time spending the night at a castle, I presume?” You made an affirmative noise as you sipped, not wanting to point out that it’s not just any castle you’re sleeping at. “I reckon slipping in a new bed right as you got settled in would put anyone’s nerves on edge.”

You put your cup down as you replied, “I guess you can say that.”

He looks at you quizzically. “Is something amiss? I’ll inform the Young Master right away.”

“It’s…It’s fine, Barbatos. Thanks for worrying.” You took another sip before letting out a sigh. “I’ve always had trouble sleeping, you can say. I get…these really bad nightmares that make me stay up for days on end. They were so terrifying and real…I kept wondering if I was losing my mind. I’ve tried every remedy in the book to stop them but…” You stopped to let a yawn out. “Sorry…As I was saying, I tried everything the doctors thought could help me. They even brought in a priest thinking it was ‘dream demons’ or something.” You paused, replaying the last thing you said. “Are dream demons even a thing here?”

“They are a form of lesser demons, yes.” The butler answered. “They’re relatively harmless as individual beings, but can pose a threat in large numbers or if they get close to a human.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.” You told him bitterly.

“If it brings you any comfort, just know that they’re not powerful enough to be able to enter the human world on their own. Only certain powerful demons have the authority to travel to that realm directly. Such as the Young Master and Lucifer, for example.”

You couldn’t help but huff out air through your nose in relief. Suck on that, Pastor John.

“...So yeah. Just before I was summoned here, they put me on a clinical trial for a medication that…reduces? Suppress? It, like, stops giving me dreams entirely, and they work. Forgot the name though. And I coincidentally ran out just before I was transferred here so…yeah.” Your eyes looked over to the butler. “Sorry I didn’t mention it earlier, I guess. I keep getting roped into whatever the brothers get themselves into that I never really had time to check on myself.”

Barbatos didn’t respond immediately. You were too busy concentrating on balancing the tea on your stomach to spare a glance over to your nighttime companion to see what kind of face he was making. Would he make one? Shouldn’t he have known of this malady when your file was being processed? Maybe, because of their biology, demons don’t worry about these kinds of conditions. You mulled around internally in a tired haze before realizing that your eyes were slowly creeping shut. With a soft sigh, you moved the plate to the nearest table and stood up slowly.

“Anyways, thanks for the tea. Compliments to the chef.” You couldn’t help but let out a big stretch followed by an even bigger yawn. “I’ll head back to bed now. No guarantee I’ll sleep though.” You let out a huff that was supposed to be your attempt at a dry laugh. “You should get some rest too. Big day ahead, y’know? See you in the morning.” And with that, you exited the room and into the dim hallway.

The small smile Barbatos had dropped as soon as your back was turned to him. It was no secret that your time as a transfer student was being hindered by your lack of sleep. Even your recent medical file was perplexing in figuring out the cause of this disorder. It’s not genetic nor was it caused by a major traumatic event. Perhaps it’s something else? You did mention dream demons, after all, albeit it was more of a speculative idea that was brought up by your doctors in order to get a man of the cloth involved. It definitely couldn’t be Belphegor’s meddling, he thinks. He wouldn’t know about the human’s arrival.

It looks like he’ll have to do some digging after this exchange party concludes. He might need to start gathering evidence now while the human is still here. Diavolo will need to get involved, there’s no doubt about that. He would do anything to ensure the health and safety of the exchange students, after all.

When everyone converged for a tour around the castle, some had noted that you looked less sluggish than usual. You simply waved them off, making up an excuse about the mattress not being up to human standards. Hopefully, you didn’t offend the demon prince when you said that.

Still, you can’t deny that you feel a little well-rested. You did remember trying a method where you close your eyes for 15 minutes, wake up for another 15, close your eyes again, rinse and repeat. You usually had an alarm for this technique, but you didn’t want to disturb Simeon or Asmodeus as much as you already did slipping in and out of bed. You didn’t think you were able to keep track, but you did somehow, give or take a few minutes. Now you can actually pay attention to that cute little demon acting as the tour guide, explaining the intricate history of all the subjects painted on these beautifully crafted portraits. You couldn’t help but smile seeing Diavolo puffing his chest in pride when the Little D started talking about his father, the current Demon King.

(But when it was mentioned that he's been sleeping at the bottom of Devildom for millennia you couldn't help but feel jealous. The most powerful being of all the realms is casually sleeping the decades away while you don’t even get the privilege of an hour of uninterrupted rest.)

You looked at the other paintings decorating the hall. Some plaques are written in what you can only presume is some kind of archaic language that only demons would know. If you could understand at least a part of it, then maybe you can get a deeper understanding of these pictures.

A gentle call of your name and a not-so-gentle clap on your back broke your weak concentration. You tore your eyes away to meet Diavolo’s gentle gaze. “I see that her beauty managed to draw you in?”

You blinked, trying to process what he said. “I-I’m sorry, whose beauty? I was…too focused on figuring out what the plaque said.” You managed to blurt out, causing the prince to chuckle.

“Oh, that? It simply reads ‘The Queen of Devildom’. In other words, that’s my mother.” His gaze turned to the painting, but you stayed fixated on him. He continued by adding, “This painting and some vague memories are all I have of her. She passed away several centuries ago when I was still an infant. My father would always talk about how…” And he continued to drone on from there. It wasn’t his fault, and you were genuinely trying to cling on to every word he’s saying because it’s important to him and you wanted to leave a good impression. On the other hand, the bleariness in your eyes started to cloud your vision again as a result of your lack of sleep. So you avert your gaze back to the painting unintentionally so you can wipe it away, biting your tongue to restrain the yawn that comes with it. Part of you hopes that Diavolo thinks that you’re speechless and moved to tears.

That thought quickly vanished when you opened your eyes to the painting.

There was a choking noise, and you almost didn’t realize it came from you. It felt like the world around you completely disappeared, and only you and Him were the only inhabitants.

Devildom seemed to freeze over the moment you made direct eye contact with the painted eyes of your tormentor. His scarred face did nothing to hide that cocky smirk he loves to wear. He’s holding up his bloodied claw to you in a way that couldn’t be anything else but a taunting gesture, as if he knows what he’s doing to you. His other hand wrapped around the back of a bloodied woman. By the way, the painting is framed, you assumed she was supposed to be sitting. Unfortunately, you know that’s not the case here. Her head dipped back, obscuring her face from you. You assumed she was originally wearing either a white or a similar light-colored dress, but that didn’t matter as it was dyed by the blood seeping out of that four-lined wound in her chest that you knew all too well. Just the sight alone made you reach for your hip where an old wound dimly throbs at the clothed contact.

You didn’t dare move your gaze. You needed to keep an eye on him.

“Hey…!”

You knew it. This opportunity to fly off his radar and find a way to kill him for good while he’s not looking was too good to be true.

“...!”

How did he even get here? Did he follow you down when you got summoned? What will he-

“...!!”

Time seemed to resume the second someone grabbed onto your shoulders and turned you around. You wanted-no, needed to keep an eye on him. Sadly, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. Instead, you were forced to look at Diavolo's worried eyes. You didn’t even let him get a word in before you began panicking.

“What have you done?!” You yelled. You pointed to the painting behind you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you!”

“Protect us from…who?”

“Him!” You pointed to the portrait.

Only the painted eyes of a woman stare back at you.

It was too late for you now. The moment you allow yourself even to think you’re away from his control, you end right back into his hands.

Nowhere is safe, not even in hell.

A maniacal laugh fills your ears as everyone crowds around your panicked state.

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m00nymonster · 8 months ago

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Birthday

Prompt: present

What do you give a spaceship?

This was a question Seth was asking himself now because two cycles ago Iris had had her fifth birthday party, and for the first time Perihelion had asked for one too. It hadn't seemed interested before, but lately had become more verbal (literally) about its wants. Apparently after years of seeing Iris get birthday parties it wanted one for itself. This party had to include presents, which was the problem.

The party itself would be simple to organize. Peri wasn't fond of the other AIs in the program--it had trouble getting along with them, especially Holism, who was popular with the other AIs--so the guest list would simply be the crew and Iris. A party with seven adults and one child was easy enough. The present part? That, not so much.

A spaceship didn't need much. Fuel, for the few times its power core needed a boost. A good cleaning every now and then. A happy crew for company. However, one did not usually associate a vehicle with possessions. Spaceships weren't sapient enough to even ask for such things.

For now the crew was plotting in a university faculty room at PUMNT, though Iris had been brought with them and was currently happily playing with dolls at the table.

"I requisitioned party streamers and decorations," Kaede said.

"And cake?" Iris said hopefully.

"Yes, and cake."

"Chocolate?"

Kaede smiled. "Of course."

"Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!" Iris chanted. "Oh! And starchy foods!"

"Iris, we'll have all your favorites," Seth said patiently. It wasn't like Peri was going to eat them.

"Yaaaaay!" Iris squealed. "I want to give Peri a teddy bear!"

"A teddy bear? Where would we put it?"

"On the bridge! Captain Teddy!"

Martyn laughed. "Okay, we'll find one for you."

"I wanna find it," Iris pouted. "And it has to be pink!"

"All right, starlight. We'll go shopping," Martyn said. "Seth, we'll leave the rest to you."

"Sure," Seth said. The two left, and Seth looked at his crew.

"Peri's expecting a present from us, too," he said. Kaede made a face.

"What the heck do you give a spaceship?" she asked.

"I was wondering the same thing," Seth said dryly. "I don't think we can get away with a teddy bear."

"It enjoys Iris' media," Matteo replied. "Maybe we can give it...a game based on some media?"

"Peri devours those. We need something that'll keep it occupied for more than five seconds. Literally."

Matteo looked stumped. Kaede shook her head.

"We've got to think outside the box. What would a machine get use out of? And 'a good polish' is not the right answer," she said, glaring at Matteo, who closed his mouth.

The crew and their captain sat in thought. Finally Seth said, "it's disembodied, isn't it? I mean, it doesn't have a body like the rest of us."

"I suppose," Kaede said. Seth grinned.

"I know what to get it," he said. "Let's get to work."

Two weeks later the crew had Peri's first birthday party. Peri enjoyed watching its humans play silly games, including pin-the-appendage-on-the-fauna, and eating cake (although Iris wore more cake than she ate). But it was by far the most excited to open the two packages it knew contained its very first birthday presents. Well, Iris would open them, anyway.

Is it present time? it asked eagerly as Seth finished wiping cake off of Iris. Seth nodded. "Iris, would you open the presents, please?"

"Mine first! Mine first!" Iris squealed, and grabbed a hot pink box. She ripped it open and pulled out an equally pink teddy bear. "Look, Peri! I got you a teddy bear!"

Thank you, Peri answered seriously. Can we put it in my engine room?

"Whereever you want," Seth replied. "Iris, if you--"

Iris was already ripping the packaging on Peri's second present to shreds. When she pulled out its contents she looked confused.

"What is it?" It was a machine of some sort, the same size as Iris, with a large dome top and several wiggly metal arms underneath.

"It's a very special drone," Seth said. "Peri, try it."

Curious, Peri downloaded a part of itself into the drone. It floated in the air and the arms wiggled. Iris giggled and grabbed one. "Hello, Peri," she said, and shook it like a handshake.

Hello, Iris, Peri said, and shook back. The drone gently wrapped two arms around her like a hug.

Thank you, Peri said quietly, its feed voice filled with emotion. I love it.

Seth smiled. "Happy birthday, Peri."

#perihelion #asshole research transport #iris murderbot diaries #the murderbot diaries #murderbot #tmbd #murderbot fanfic #murderbot diaries #murderbot drabbles #seth murderbot diaries

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captainventi · 3 months ago

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Stars On Ice

The new season of Stars on Ice, a hit reality show where celebrities learn to skate alongside professional figure skaters, kicks off! Fateful encounters, first steps on the ice, grueling training sessions, and dazzling performances await the star-studded participants. And, of course, their main goal is to make an unforgettable first impression.

Episode 1. Love Lee (AKMU)

Pairings: celebrity!Xavier x figure skater!MC

Summary: A former Olympian and a reformed Disney child star stumble — literally — through their first live performance on Stars on Ice, and somehow, it’s perfect.

CW: figure skating!au, fluff, mild performance anxiety

Notes: this is the first figure skating one-shot of the planned series (and my first ever fanfic in English tbh). Post with all episodes (as soon as I write them) here. Xavier header by @izusphii, credits to the author of the star divider as well

We exchange a glance, nervously counting down the seconds before stepping onto the ice. My temples are pounding — it’s been a long time since I felt this kind of thrill before a skate. I glance again at my quiet partner; he smiles knowingly, his grip steady on my hand. He’s holding up well — honestly, he’s the one who should be nervous today, not me. It’s his debut on the ice stage, after all. But somehow, I’m the one jittery enough to forget we’ve had three weeks of training.

As if our meeting backstage happened yesterday. Or just a moment ago.

I’m still grateful there were no cameras nearby back then: the way I outright stared at the blond boy peacefully napping in the corner was definitely not meant for national television. But tell me — who wouldn’t have stared? Everyone has had a guilty crush on someone from a teen Disney or Nickelodeon show. Some liked the Jonas Brothers, some liked Hannah Montana — and some (hi, that’s me) liked Lumière. Yes, that blond superhero kid in the silver mask who looked like a fairy-tale prince. And now here he was, snoring under the bleachers. Put yourself in my place and don’t judge.

To be fair, aside from that deeply embarrassing moment (which, thankfully, Xavier never found out about), our connection was instant. Finding out we’d be skating together came as a pleasant surprise to both of us. He admitted right away — a little shy, a little proud — that he’d seen my Olympic performance, where I took silver, along with many of my other competitive programs. Then he only asked, with an adorably embarrassed smile:

"Just… please don’t suggest using Lumière’s theme song for the first performance, okay?"

"Deal," I nodded. "But then, no Einaudi either."

From that point on, our mutual understanding was almost flawless.

Now, of course, three weeks have passed, and I know that Xavier and Lumière are completely different people. The Disney superhero doesn’t have a supernatural ability to fall asleep anywhere, doesn’t analyze serial killer movies with the world’s most innocent expression, and certainly wouldn’t have caused a full-on explosion in my kitchen because he got lost in an astrophysics article — which, by the way, is his actual field of graduate study. I doubt the showrunners would’ve ever allowed Lumière to kick off a season with carefree K-pop, either. But Xavier, thank God, has grown up and escaped the clutches of network executives, and if graduating from Harvard gave him permission to goof around on the ice with me now — well then, bless Harvard.

The first part of our program goes flawlessly, and I finally relax. Even the upcoming challenging lift — challenging for someone who’s only been skating for three weeks, obviously — doesn’t scare me much anymore. Especially not when he takes me by the waist, and I feel no nervousness in his touch, no fear — just a gentle strength, the way he holds me like something precious, turning slowly and carefully. The music is upbeat, but we’re in no rush. We’re just enjoying life and good company, right?

He sets me down on the ice and gives me a quick, attentive look to make sure I landed safely — from a lift that, by competitive standards, is practically for beginners, and honestly, you’d have to work hard to mess it up. But for some reason, that landing becomes a tripwire for him. He releases me, turns — and suddenly stumbles on absolutely nothing.

And the guilty look on his face just makes me laugh so much that a chuckle escapes me while we’re still dancing in sync to our simple little K-pop routine. From the outside, it must look like sheer joy, perfectly fitting for the performance — and maybe it really is joy. I hope it is. I hope it’s not just hysterical laughter...

And then I trip too. In solidarity.

He catches my hand instantly, and the flicker of confusion and concern in those sky-blue eyes melts into relief. And I’m laughing — actually laughing now — and his shoulders, always so stiff with composure, ease up and tremble with laughter just a bit. Well, at least now he knows that not even an Olympic medal can stop me from messing up in front of a full crowd. Honestly, it’s a great cure for the fear of messing up.

We finish our routine, and he pulls me into a hug like he’s been wanting to do it for all three of those endless minutes we spent on the ice together.

"We did it," he whispers into my hair, holding me tight as I bury my face in his warm sweatshirt, the one that makes him look like a tousled Korean high schooler. "Who cares if it was messy. The point is — we did it."

And judging by the applause and the mostly approving looks from the judges — we really did.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace fanfic #love and deepspave oneshot #love and deepspace au #xavier #lads xavier #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x mc #lads fanfic #lads fic #xavier fanfic #xavier fic

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brittanagirlcrush · 2 months ago

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The X Factor

A/N: Since Dreams Come True has decided to be a pain in the ass … this little bit of something popped into my head. Should be relatively short.

FJ & OBTs is my favorite made up record label – I created it for The First Time Ever I Saw Her Face and I really like it so it's going to pop up in my stories even though they're not connected. FJ & OBTs stands for Faded Jeans & Old Band T-shirts. ;)

Also, PC Spotlight Stars is my favorite made up dance studio. PC (obviously) stands for Pierce-Chang.

The friend (Brittany) of a friend (Mike) of a friend (Tina) of a friend (Mercedes) – that was a little hard to work through so I thought I'd help y'all out ;)

This was odd – I started out with Quinn as Santana's friend but … Quinn just didn't work in this fic. Which is odd because I am a UHT for life kinda gal ;) Quinn shows up somewhere in most of my stories. Maybe she'll surprise me later?

Simple FYI: This story is really dialogue heavy, description light.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

The X Factor

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Santana's in a jam – she has to go to a work thing where her double-ex will be. Will a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend be able to help her out?

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Brittany S. Pierce was in her office at PC Spotlight Stars going over some scheduling when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, Britt, I need a favor,” Mike Chang approached his business partner hesitantly, “well, actually, it's a favor for Tina. Or her friend Mercedes or, I mean, I guess it's really a favor for Mercedes' friend Santana?” He frowned.

“Mike, you're kinda rambling.” Brittany grinned at him. “What's up?”

Mike sighed. “You know how much I hate gossip and getting in the middle of things, right?”

“Yeah …”

“Okay, so, Tina has this friend – Mercedes – and the two of them are the worst gossips. It's never really, you know, mean? But it's never ending.” He rolled his eyes.

“Okay …” Brittany wasn't sure where this was going to end up but she had to admit she was a little intrigued.

Mike sighed again. “I don't wanna get into the gossip of it all, right? I'm just going to give you the bare bones of what I was told because, honestly? What Tina told me, she got from Mercedes … so this is, like, third hand information.”

Brittany nodded her understanding.

“Santana and Mercedes both work for FJ & OBTs and there's this thing they both have to go to a week from Saturday. Santana's double-ex is going to be there and she doesn't want to go but she has to. So Mercedes asked Tina if she knew anyone and Tina thought of you and asked me. She said she didn't mention you to Mercedes; just said she'd ask around the studio and see if I knew anyone or, you know, if anyone around here knew anyone. Anyway, her name's Santana and here's her number. That's me doing all I care to do to interfere.” He shrugged. “It's up to you if you wanna contact her. No expectation, no pressure.”

He paused for a moment. “But … it might not be a bad thing … it's been three months, maybe this is what you need to see if you're ready to maybe dip your toe in the dating pool again?”

Brittany nodded thoughtfully. Mike had a point. She hadn't dated … or even hooked up … since the Scott and Sheila thing happened. She sighed and looked at the number Mike had given her.

“Like I said, no pressure, no expectation. Totally your call and nobody needs to know I even gave you the number.” With that, he turned and left her office.

She sat there staring at the number. Santana. Pretty name. Brittany wasn't particularly shallow when it came to looks; a decent sense of humor and a good personality usually meant more. Of course, it wouldn't hurt if she was as pretty as her name.

What the hell, she shrugged.

She programmed the number into her phone and shot off a text.

To: Santana

4-12-15 10:28am

Hey, my name's Brittany and … long story short … a carrier pigeon dropped your name and number on my desk and said you might need some help a week from Saturday. Um, I know this is weird, but I thought maybe we could get something to drink – coffee, tea, beer, water, whatever – and maybe talk? See if maybe I could help you out? I don't know much about the situation. Mandatory party, double-ex (not sure what that means) is going to be there and you don't want to show up alone? Anyway. Shoot me a text and let me know. If I don't hear from you, nbd.

She sent it off and set her phone aside, feeling pretty indifferent about the outcome.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Santana Lopez was sitting at her desk at FJ & OBTs massaging her temples. Fuck. Deena would be back in a week and she was still single. It'd been eight months and she hadn't even hooked up with someone she could call. Pathetic. She was such a fucking loser. Guess mom, dad, and abuela were right. She was twenty-five, had a degree in music and sound engineering with a minor in voice, she'd been at FJ & OBTs for three years, and she still couldn't get anyone to listen to her sing or check out the songs she'd written.

She was happy for Mercedes; she was working on her second album after her first had gone platinum. She just didn't understand it; she knew she was just as talented as Mercedes – even Mercedes didn't get it. She sighed and pulled up the project proposal she had to proofread just as her phone buzzed signaling a new text message.

From: Unknown Number

4-12-15 10:28am

Carrier pigeon? Great; she was so pathetic that she had strangers texting her. Fuck my life. She was about to respond with a thanks, no thanks but paused. What have I got to lose? I meet her for a drink and … maybe it's nothing, maybe it's something, maybe it's just someone who can save me from myself next weekend.

She programmed the number into her phone and typed a message back.

To: Brittany

4-12-15 10:52am

Um. Yeah. Okay. Where? When?

She hovered over the send button. Real articulate Lopez; girl's gonna think you're an idiot. She hit send.

Her phone buzzed a moment later.

From: Brittany

4-12-15 10:54am

I work until 4:30. Anytime after that. Dino's? I know you work at FJ & OBTs so I figure that'll make it easy since it's across the street. I work at PC Spotlight Stars. I gotta go teach a class right now but I'll check my messages after. Kinda looking forward to it. :)

Santana couldn't help but smile at the end of the message. She teaches at PC Spotlight Stars which means she's probably in shape. Santana sighed. She was shallow and she knew it. If she wasn't attracted to the person, it didn't matter how awesome they were; it just didn't work. Although, Deena wasn't beautiful, she thought with a frown. Barely passed for pretty. Of course, that's why it took so long for her to wear me down and get me to go out in the first place. Fuck. First Caitlyn, then Deena. Third time's a charm? Maybe?

She shook her head and shot off a quick message after taking a selfie and attaching it.

To: Brittany

4-12-15 11:08am

I get out at 5. Dino's is perfect. Um, I've attached a selfie so you know who to look for. I'm kinda looking forward to it, too. (:

She put her phone away and went back to editing the proposal that Mr. Kirkland had asked to her to proofread. And, she was kinda looking forward to it. Huh.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Brittany was finishing up the scheduling when her phone beeped.

From: Santana

4-12-15 10:52am

Um. Yeah. Okay. Where? When?

She giggled at the message. She found it kind of adorable and dorky … adorkable? She giggled again as she shot off her own reply after checking the time.

To: Santana

4-12-15 10:54am

She smiled to herself; she actually was … kinda … looking forward to it. She hadn't expected a reply at all but if she had expected it she'd have thought it would be a little … not that cute? She shook her head. Getting ahead of yourself, Pierce. She could be a total bitch.

She sighed and went to the studio to start her class.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

When she got back, there was a message from Santana.

From: Santana

4-12-15 11:08am

I get out at 5. Dino's is perfect. Um, I've attached a selfie so you know who to look for. I'm kinda looking forward to it, too. (:

Brittany grinned as she opened the attached photo. Holy hell! This girl was gorgeous! Damn. Those eyes! How the hell is she single? Wow. Okay, Pierce, get it together.

She took a deep breath and snapped a selfie; it wasn't her best, she was sweaty from dance and her hair was stuck to her forehead but, what the hell, she was who she was.

To: Santana

4-12-15 1:22pm

Wow. You're really pretty. Um. This is me. Hopefully you'll still wanna meet up? :D

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Santana had just saved the proposal and was getting ready to grab lunch when her phone buzzed.

From: Brittany

4-12-15 1:22pm

Wow. You're really pretty. Um. This is me. Hopefully you'll still wanna meet up? :D

She opened the attached photo trepidatiously and couldn't stop the grin that stole across her face. Wow. She's beautiful. She'd obviously just come from a dance class; her hair was sweaty and her face was flushed but … wow. Normally she'd keep that thought to herself but …

To: Brittany

4-12-15 1:31pm

You're beautiful. Can't wait to see that smile in person. (:

“What's got you so smiley?” Mercedes stopped by her desk. “You ready for lunch?”

Santana nodded and smiled. “I have a date, I think. A meet up? Someone from PC Spotlight Stars randomly texted me and asked if I'd like to meet her after work.” She shook her head.

Mercedes grinned. “You're welcome.”

“What?” Santana's brow scrunched in confusion.

“My friend Tina works at Spotlight. I told her about your … uh, problem. She said she'd talk to her boyfriend Mike and ask around the studio. Guess there was someone, huh?” She laughed.

“Oh, my god, 'Cedes,” Santana put her head in her hands. “That's what she meant by 'carrier pigeon' … a friend of a friend … of a friend? Of a friend? How many 'friends' were involved in this?” She groaned.

“Hey, judging by the smile you were sporting when I walked up, it worked out for you, right?” Her grin turned sly.

Santana shook her head but had to admit her friend was right. “We'll see.” She wasn't going to admit it to Mercedes. “I'm meeting her at Dino's after work.”

“Ooooh, so I can spy!” Mercedes rubbed her hands together.

“No. Take your gossip-loving, diva ass home. I will tell you about it tomorrow. IF it works out.” Santana stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. “Seriously, 'Cedes, this whole situation is embarrassing enough. I really don't need you chaperoning and making it even more awkward than it's probably going to be.”

Mercedes grin faded into a soft smile. “I get it. But I definitely want all the deets tomorrow. Now, come on, I'm hungry.”

Santana smiled and linked her arm through her friend's as they made their way out of the building in search of lunch.

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notesfromthepalace · 7 months ago

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Thank God it's (T.G.I.) Friday

Y'all remember T.G.I. Fridays?

It's story time Sissy Poohs!

I think this was two Christmas seasons ago.

Y'all know I love being on Holiday. I went back home to spend Christmas and New Years with my family back on the East coast.

Honestly, I don't like going back home too often. Certain aspects of being in my hometown makes me uncomfortable.

"Why does it make you uncomfortable Sarah"?

Since you asked:

Something I have experienced over the last two to three years is running into people I may have went to high school or college with back home who lack ambition and discipline or are just complacent and very content with where they are in life - except when they see me.

I say the following as humbly as possible: I may only be 26, but I have accomplished a tremendous amount in this quarter of a century, by the grace of God.

I graduated college at the age of 21 - Dean's list - with a Bachelor's of Science in Chemistry and a minor in Biology. During my collegiate career, I traveled to Europe as an intern at the University of Science and Technology. I also interned at one of the most profitable Pharmaceutical companies - in the world.

After college, I commissioned in the United States Army as a Chemical Officer and traveled the world. I was living right outside of Seattle, enjoying city life, looking good, smelling better, driving my man's BMW - really giving WAG (Wife and Girlfriend of professional athlete - that's how rich I was looking, okay) for real.

I also received two IT certifications as I was leaving the Army and am currently back in school taking prerequisite courses to enter into an Accelerated Bachelors of Science in Nursing (ABSN) program. Did I mention I got straight A's this semester?

I'm also a home owner, a blogger and fiancée.

Oh, and I brought Sexy back, too. I'm over 20+ pounds down, eating healthy and working out 5-6 times a week.

Maybe its because I am an over achiever but this is really normal tempo to me and I actually feel like I could be doing more. But to people who chose not to do anything with their lives and are stationary, act weird when you pop up.

And to be clear, I don't really care about other people's complacency. But people act so weird when they see you - to a point where it's like "damn, what's good for real".

For example, one night my mom, sister and I went to TGI Friday's to grab a quick bite before heading to the movies.

By the way, I hate chain restaurants. But back in the day, like my high school and even some of my college days, TGI Fridays, Applebees, and Olive Garden used to actually be good. But the quality of the cuisine and and service has severely plummeted. That's why I typically avoid chain restaurants, five star plus, okay?!

Back to Fridays. We're seated by a hostess and the waitress was suppose to be someone I went to middle and high school with. But from what I could see, she saw me and asked another waitress to take the table. And no, it wasn't because she was busy; we were one of maybe three families seated.

Now for context. I was bullied a lot in middle school - which I'm not mad about because I feel like it helped me build character, personality and also taught me how to stand up for myself.

The waitress who avoided waiting on us like a coward, was one of those bullies.

I don't know if my success, or how beautiful I looked or even her own insecurities finally slapped the hell out of her, but she was visually in dismay.

Mind you, I'm very classy, so I said nothing. I informed my mom and my sister about the incidents that occurred in grade school and how she left me alone once I became a cheerleader on the high school team. When I first made the junior high team in the seventh grade - it was no longer bullying per say, but more of taunting, like "oh so you think you're something because you're a cheerleader"? I never said anything like that, but she obviously did since she paid so much attention to it.

Fast forward about ten years later, I'm just back home for the holiday to visit my sister and mother. I moved away a long time ago.

I don't use Facebook as much, but I made my Facebook back in high school, meaning people I went to school with were Facebook friends with me. The very few times I go on there to check on family members the I may not get a chance to talk with as often, I see what everyone has been up to, or lack of movement actually.

Everyone (not really everyone, but a lot of people) is either in jail, a single mother, crashing out and looking terrible or reminiscing about junior high or high school which is wild to me. I wouldn't say I didn't have fun in high school, like come on, I was on the varsity cheerleading team since I was a freshman, I had fun.

But high school is not the highlight of my life. Like let's be for real: I look back at my pictures from high school, and even college like "eew". Not because I was ugly, but that was a while back where how I dressed, did my hair and makeup, you couldn't pay me to look like that anymore. It's called evolving. And as great as my life has been, I still don't actually feel like I have experienced the best days of my life yet. Not because I am not grateful, but because I do know and believe I haven't reached my fullest potential yet. I'm headed in the right path, but there are still better days to come. And in the words of my fiancé, "life begins at 40".

Back to homegirl.

After she avoided me the whole time, I went to the restroom because I needed to use the bathroom, obviously. As I am leaving the bathroom, homegirl runs into me, and couldn't even look me in my face as she was saying "excuse me".

Again, I don't know if it was jealousy, hate, or maybe even guilt. Homegirl was really mean to me - for no reason. Now that I am older, and understand why people, girls and women specifically, act the way they do, she probably had a lot going on at home and the only way she could get attention was to be the school mean girl, loud, boisterous, and hella ghetto. Does that pardon her behavior, no. And I honestly forgot about her halfway through high school. If I didn't see her at TGI Fridays, homegirl would never cross my mind.

I hope she finds the reassurance and self-worth she was craving all these years, because it seems that she still may be craving it.

I hope that for anyone who was weird to me growing up who acts even weirder now.

I brought up all of my accomplishments in the beginning because, sometimes I really do forget that I have done a lot, and when you as a person are doing well, it brings people's insecurities and lack of achievements to the surface for them.

Don't ever make yourself or your accomplishments smaller to cater to people's insecurities. That means, if going into certain spaces makes you feel like you're bragging, don't go to those places. You don't have to accept all invitations. Further more, be weary of people who are condescending and make you feel like you're bragging, major red flag.

Since I don't do New Year's Resolutions, what I will say is this: I have chosen to move with intentionality since 2022 and I will continue to do so. I will keep achieving all of my goals. I will keep my relationship with God at the forefront of my life, I will marry my fiancé, I will be financially savvy this year, and I will continue to slay, because that's what real bad gyals do.

With Love,

The Original and the Only,

Sarah Chanel

P.S.

Again, Merry Christmas!

#black women #black women in luxury #luxuriousbw #black femininity #luxury #black women in leisure #blackwomen #black women fashion #black beauty #black love #merry christmas #xmas #merry xmas #xmas time #xmas 2024 #happy new year #2025

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storiesofsvu · 1 month ago

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The Nanny w Benefits Ch 10

Rafael Barba x fem!reader x Rita Calhoun warnings: language, alcohol, smut, vibrator, blow job, p in v, exhibitionism.

Dinner had wrapped successfully, the kids were bathed, story time completed, lights turned out and tucked into bed with not too many complaints. Rita had retreated to the home office for a brief wrapping up of the paperwork she’d been halfway done earlier, Rafael in the kitchen tidying up from dinner, loading the dishwasher and making sure that the coffee pot was programmed and filled ready to go for the next day. You had busied yourself with laundry, having let it pile up over the week, sorting through baskets, organizing by colour and what was dry clean only to be picked up tomorrow. You got one load of the important stuff going, swapping it over to the dryer when it was ready. After loading up the second pile of clothes, you heard Rita’s voice as she wandered back into the main area of the apartment, a small laugh from Rafael as they continued their conversation.

Figuring that the work portion of the evening was done, and that hiding out in your wing of the house would probably just make things a little awkward all things considered, you grabbed your phone and meandered your way out there too.

Rita was perched in one of the cozy armchairs, a glass of cabernet in her hand as she laughed at something Rafael said, a grin taking over her cheeks as she nodded toward you.

“Decided to join us after all?”

“Thought I may as well.” You shrugged.

“Amor,” she turned toward Rafael who was on the other side of the kitchen island still, “bring her a drink and come sit down, won’t you?”

“Of course.” He pulled down a third wine glass before corking the bottle, filling it and passing it off to you as he moved into the living room. His lips brushed against your cheek, his hand finding a home on the small of your back, guiding you to the couch, where you perched in the corner, crossing your legs under you so you could properly face them both.

“So…how exactly does this work? Like…. I get the poly/open marriage thing, but everyone kinda has their own dynamics or rules depending on their relationships. Like, sometimes it’s more of a throuple thing, and sometimes it’s like, you can each have your own partners outside of each other? Rita said that this is technically the first time you’re doing this?”

“She would be correct.” Rafael answered, settling back into the couch.

“We made the deal when we decided to get married, we played around a little bit but once Damian was born there wasn’t much extra time.” Rita explained over the rim of her glass, “there weren’t many rules, as long as we were open and honest with each other. Always be safe with other partners and let each other know where we were going and with whom, a lot of the time we liked to meet the other person, just to get a vibe, maybe find out if they were enticing to both of us instead of just one.”

“I do think in this situation it would be more of a throuple situation.” Raf commented, glancing between the two of you, Rita nodded in agreement, “although if you would like to have another partner you are more than welcome.”

“I think between the two of you I will be more than taken care of.” You laughed and Rita let out a dangerous chuckle. “I assume, considering your marriage is public knowledge, that I’ll be kept a secret, just the nanny to an outside eye?”

“Most of our closest friends already know.” Rita let out a soft sigh, taking another sip of wine, “as does Lucia.”

“Really?” You were taken aback by that, “and she’s okay with that?”

“She is the one that told me to pounce on you, so, yes.” She laughed and you shook your head in near disbelief. “The kids are young enough now they won’t really know what’s going on anyways, and once they’re old enough to ask questions, they’ll just think it’s normal.” You laughed at that, but honestly agreed with her, it was easier to explain something if they grew up with it.

“Okay, and now circling back, well, kinda.” You face scrunched as you tried to figure out the right wording, pausing for a large sip of wine, “you two don’t share a bedroom, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually kiss, so would this continue to be a one on one and then the other thing, or?”

“We don’t fuck often. At all.” Rafael answered, “I think the only reason we have since the kids were born was out of sheer convenience.”

“You say that like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” Rita scoffed and Rafael rolled his eyes.

“I do seem to remember you being the one barging into my room saying your vibrator wasn’t cutting it.”

Rita simply shot him a glare over the rim of her glass before returning her attention to you,

“We can continue the one on ones if you’d like, or if you’re interested there can definitely be nights with all of us. That applies to both sex and dates, obviously there will be times where only one of us is available, and we also know how important solo time is, and that sometimes people just need a little space, hence why we have our own rooms.”

“I am open and willing to everything.” You replied with a small smile, taking another sip of wine.

“Well…” Rita smirked in your direction, and you felt your skin break out in goosebumps in anticipation. Your attention only jumped off her at the feeling of Rafael’s fingers trailing over your leg, softly brushing at your bare skin. “Since we put on a little show for Rafael earlier…perhaps you’d be interested in returning the favour? Hmm?”

“What…did you have in mind?” Your voice was near a whisper, your body already tingling, breath catching in your throat as Rita chuckled once more.

“I have to admit, I’m also curious.” Raf commented, “you always do come up with such entertaining ideas.”

“You remember how we were talking about how pretty her lips are?” There was something absolutely tantalizing about the way they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there. Raf’s hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin while his gaze was on Rita.

“I do remember.”

“I was thinking they’d look even prettier wrapped around your cock.” She paused for a sip of wine, “well…I actually think they’d look prettiest on mine, but I’ll let you have it this one time.”

“So gracious of you.” He scoffed and she chuckled, turning her gaze back to you.

“First, come here darling.” You rose from the couch, feeling Rafael’s hand trail over your body as you moved, squeezing gently at the globe of your ass while you crossed the small space to Rita who hummed in appreciation at your obedience. “That is of course, if you are interested in that?”

“Oh absolutely.” You nodded and heard a chuckle from Rafael behind you.

“Good.” Rita pulled something from her pocket, and you realized it was a small c-shaped vibrator, “but we can’t have you missing out on the pleasure now, can we?” Her fingers slid under the leg of your pj shorts, smirking as she found you still bare underneath. You let out a small gasp when she didn’t hesitate, slipping a finger right into you, humming in satisfaction at the wet warmth she was met with. She pumped a couple of times before removing her hand and slipping the vibrator in its place, the opposite end of the c resting directly on your clit. “There you go.” She gently spanked you, nudging you back to Rafael as she settled back in her chair, crossing her legs and picking up her wine again, ready to enjoy the show.

Rita, who had hastily redressed with you after your earlier session, was in loose pyjama like sleepwear, relaxed and comfortable in a post sex bliss. Rafael on the other hand, hadn’t bothered changing yet, though he had rid himself of the jacket, tie and suspenders. His shirt unbuttoned a few buttons and sleeves rolled up, and as much as you loved seeing him casual, there was something even more enticing about this half mussed dressed up version of him.

His hands rose, ghosting over your legs as they raised to your hips, you let out a small shriek of a giggle as he cupped at your ass, tugging you down into his lap. You let yourself settle over his hips, caging him into the couch as your breath suddenly caught in your throat.

“You’re not going to be shy now, are you?” He teased with a chuckle, and you felt your cheeks heat, ducking your head to chase his lips for a kiss.

Rafael met your lips with passion, they moved with grace against each other, his tongue softly dipping into your mouth, massaging against yours. One of your hands wound up, fingers sliding into his hair, mussing it up even more, tugging him closer to you as your hips began to grind down on his. He let out a small groan at the sensation, his arms winding around you, pulling you tight to him, your warmth enveloping him as he deepened the kiss again. You rolled your hips against his again, breaking the kiss with a small gasp as the vibrator suddenly sprung to life, a small chuckle escaping Rita’s lips from behind you.

“Fuck…” it was only a light buzzing, but enough to distract you momentarily, your back arching as your head dropped back. Rafael took full advantage, his mouth moving across your jaw and down the column of your neck. You couldn’t help but grind down on him as his teeth scraped over your skin, biting ever so lightly as a quick test before they sunk into your neck. A moan escaped your lips as a small swear left his, the vibrations from your cunt brushing right against his hardening cock.

His mouth stayed on your neck while his hands snuck under the hem of your shirt, dancing across your skin until he cupped at your chest and you let out another moan, this one a little louder than the last as Rita turned up the vibe. Rafael’s mouth continued to suck and nibble at your neck, adamant on leaving a mark for you to remember the feeling tomorrow as his fingers toyed with your chest, pinching at your nipples, causing you to grind down even more against him. The need was building quickly within you, the heat of Rafael’s hands combined with the tormenting of the vibe buried in your pussy causing you to let out a near whine. Rafael chuckled against your skin, his hands pushing up your shirt and you were quick to pull it over your head, letting out a satisfied groan when his mouth returned to your skin, but this time sucked a nipple into his lips.

One of your hands snuck between your bodies and you palmed at his cock through his pants, hard and throbbing against its constraints. Very reluctantly, you pulled away from his mouth and he watched eagerly as you sunk to the floor in front of him, hands swiftly making work of his belt, undoing his pants. He raised his hips just enough to get his pants and boxers down, kicking them off his legs as you sat up on your knees.

“Fuck…” he swore quietly as your hands glided up his thighs, pushing them apart so you could easily settle between them. His cock was heavy in your hand, twitching and leaking pre-cum that you spread around with your hand as you pumped him a few times.

Your tongue laid a broad strip from base to tip, swirling around the tip before your lips wrapped around his cock and you began to bob. Rafael’s hand tangled into your hair, guiding you slowly up and down his length, his breath picking up at the wetness of your mouth wrapped around him.

“Good girl.” The murmured praise came from Rita, and you barely heard it, but you certainly felt the speed of the vibrator pick up, your fingers clenching into Raf’s thigh as you did your best to focus on sucking him off.

Your thighs clenched together, eager for some kind of relief as the buzzing between your legs continued, hitting both your clit and g-spot in the same moment. Your body was on fire, tingling and burning with pleasure as your lips wrapped around Raf’s dick once more, bobbing further down until he was fully buried in your throat. You hollowed your cheeks, tongue flicking around the tip and he let out a deep groan, followed by a string of swears.

His chest was heaving, head tossed back against the couch as he tried to hold back from fucking your face, wanting to be able to actually last, but he knew the feeling of your mouth was going to be nearly too much for him. He felt his cock hit the back of your throat, the way your mouth sucked and tightened around his length, the way he began to twitch inside your mouth. Instead of letting himself reach his peak, the hand wound through your hair gently tugged you off. He swore once more with the pop your mouth made as his cock bounced out of your mouth, spit slicked and throbbing.

“You are too fucking good at that.” He muttered and you giggled. Though the giggle morphed into a whine of a moan as the vibe pattern changed, your eyes fluttered shut and you felt your thighs clench together again.

“I do think she deserves to come after that.” Rita’s voice broke through your haze and suddenly Rafael’s hands were around your waist, hoisting you up to the ottoman behind you. You dropped back against it, a hand clawing at the fabric as Rita turned the vibe up once more and your body shook, letting out a small cry as your orgasm washed over you, juices leaking around the toy.

“Fuck are you ever gorgeous when you come.” Rafael muttered. Leaning forward, he gently tugged the toy out of your now drenched pussy, tossing it over to Rita before he pulled your shorts off, and his fingers sunk into you.

“Oh god…” you moaned out, feeling the way his fingers were curling and scissoring within you, making sure you were stretched and ready for his cock. You were thankful when his intention wasn’t to make you come again, unsure if you would be able to handle it right then.

Rafael swatted at the side of your hip, urging you to roll onto your stomach and you did so, Rita chuckling at the way your chest was heaving, body already glistening with a sheen of sweat. Rafael pulled your hips up, then ran his cock through the wetness leaking out from between your legs. You let out a whine at the sensation, your pussy fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled. Your clit throbbed, and you gasped as he spanked against it with his cock.

“Please…” you whined, and he chuckled, lining his cock up and sinking into your heat.

There was a mutual moan echoed throughout the room at the feeling of your pussy, wet and hot, wrapped around his thickness. He stilled for a moment, savouring the sensation until your hips began to push back against him, urging him to start fucking you. A groan escaped his lips as you clenched around him, and he returned the gesture with a spank to the globe of your ass before pulling nearly all the way out. His hips met yours with vigor, a heavy and hard thrust filling you once again, setting a fast rhythm.

“Holy fuck…” he mumbled through a string of swears and pants. The room filling with the sound of skin on skin, wet and squelching noises bouncing off the walls as the two of you dissolved into moans and grunts, little yelps escaping you every so often as his cock continued to thrust into you.

Your fingers clawed at the ottoman; your eyes scrunched shut at the way the ridges of his dick hit every spot within you that you needed. The friction of the ottoman against your clit combined with the head of Rafael’s cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust was enough to easily drive you over the edge. Your muffled cries came out against the fabric as your body trembled, hips rocking back against his, thighs shaking, pussy clenching down around him as you came.

Rafael’s hands pinned your hips down to the ottoman, feeling your juices dribbling down your legs as he thrust harder and faster into you, now chasing his own release. It didn’t take long, considering he’d been holding back from coming in your mouth earlier, a few more heavy thrusts and he stilled, buried deep within you, panting as he nearly collapsed over your body, caging you into the ottoman.

You let out a satisfied groan at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, his cock twitching within you pulled a little shudder from you. In return, Rafael left a gentle kiss on the bare skin of your shoulder, nuzzling into the nook of your neck for a moment. Your eyes flew open at the feeling of a cold hand smoothing back your messed up hair and you were suddenly reminded that Rita was in the room, and you felt your cheeks heat.

“Such a good girl.” She praised, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple that you hummed at. She repeated the action on Rafael, who let out a small groan in appreciation as he began to soften still buried in you. “I’m going to run you two a bath, take all the time you need.” With a small smile, she was gone from the room and disappeared up the stairs.

Rafael slowly pushed himself up, leaving a trail of kisses down your spine that you shivered at, letting out a huff as he gently pulled out of you. He reached over to the armchair Rita had been sitting in, picking up the small towels she’d left for the two of you, wiping at the mixture of your juices and his come between your legs and drying you off.

“Think you can stand?”

“Can you?” You teased back and he scoffed, moving to his full height and tugging you up from the ottoman. You let out a small giggle, spinning in his arms to face him, your arms looping around his neck, “guess that’s a yes.” You murmured, leaning in for a gentle kiss that he smiled into.

“C’mon.” He nudged at your side, “if there’s one thing Rita certainly knows her way around it’s luxurious baths.”

“Mmm…” you stole another kiss from him before quickly ducking to pick up all discarded clothes, phones and wine glasses before making your way upstairs.

#the nanny with benefits #rita calhoun #rafael barba #rafael barba x fem!reader #rafael barba x reader x rita calhoun #barhoun x reader #poly!barhoun #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit

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mieczyhale · 3 months ago

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Life updates! Mental, dental, and medical related nonsense 🪿

Mark helped me with my assessment call for Rogers yesterday, for their ocd program. The person who does the assessment call has to pass it on to someone else and I was supposed to wait for a call back

They called yesterday afternoon while I was making a trip to Appleton with @thebobcatspajamas and for some reason by phone screen kept turning around - so the listening part was where the talking part should've been, and when i rotated my phone to try and correct it it just kept being the wrong way. So i had the entire phone call upside down, trying to make sure I didn't miss anything while also trying to make sure my jeep wasn't drifting, which was stressful

BUT

I got in

Y'all

I have been trying to get into this place since LAST. APRIL.

The ProfessionalsTM recommendation was that I do residential treatment for 30 days. That's literally the exact kind of treatment I was trying to get into. Not partial-inpatient, not inpatient, not zoom - residential. And i fucking got it. (they said the others would've been okay if i preferred those options, but that they weren't the top recommendation for me) (there is literally no way those would've worked so i was happy to turn them dowm)

It's currently a 3 to 5 week waitlist, which isn't as bad as we were expecting, so yay!

However

It's 31,500$ for 30 days

And my insurance will not cover it / Rogers does not accept my insurance

Because of course they don't

But I already knew this so it sucks but whatever

The lady on the phone said "I know that's a lot, and most people don't just have that kind of money lying around-" yeah no shit, "but we're going to have our financial department call you to talk about it". Which is great, because they'll know what the fuck I can do to help cover that absolutely insane cost

Like.. we could afford some of it, but the whole thing would take literally all our money, so finding a grant or a medical loan or.. fuckin SOMETHING is not only preferable, but it's necessary

I debated briefly on going the gfm route but whenever I try to raise money it literally never works. Doesn't matter what it's for. So why waste my time

This isn't, btw, the only "medical" related nonsense I have coming up. Thankfully at least some of it is covered by my insurance, like the physical therapy, and possibly some of the teeth implants i finally got a referral for, but none of the TMJ specialists take my insurance (because, again, of course they don't) so we're paying for the first appointment with carecredit (god bless and amen that that exists AND that they accept it)

Knocking on wood and sending out prayers but I hope nothing else comes up anytime soon

Josh had to have his jeep towed and fixed and either the towing people didn't charge him, or someone paid it for him, bc the invoice says he owes 0$.

Maybe I could get a little help??

God I fuckin hope so lmao

#maison speaks

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thatgoblin · 1 year ago

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Summary: When Simon leaves you and John alone for a quick visit with an old friend, you two get closer with a night under the stars.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fingering, groping, handjob.

A/N: Here is some balm for those angst wounds my bbs.

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Simon was out of town for a week, visiting an old military friend who was needing some help with things that were hush hush. We couldn’t just pack up and leave everything, not to mention I was a bit overwhelmed at the thought of meeting their close friends after meeting him so soon, so John and I stayed behind to take care of the ranch.

After dinner and showers, John was making me get dressed when it got dark outside. I wasn’t sure why, but he kept saying it was necessary.

“Okay, okay,” I said with a huff as I pulled on a pair of thick pajama pants and grabbed my coat. “God, you’re just as bad as Simon when you both want something.”

“Oh no, he’s much worse. If I was Simon, I’d pick you up and carry you out,” John said with a chuckle as he grabbed a blanket from my room.

“True,” I said with a nod, shoving my feet into my Bearclaw boots.They were soft and lined with thick wool to keep my feet from getting cold. It was mid October and the temperatures were getting close to freezing. Slipping my coat on, I zipped it up before following John outside. He had his own warm clothes on with a pair of boots as he took my hand to lead me out into the yard. Looking up at the sky, he squinted a bit before moving over a bit more.

“Perfect,” he said with a grin. Tossing out the blanket, he spread it over the ground. “Go ahead, lay down.”

“Is this where you kill me and hide my body in the woods?” I asked, sitting down before laying as he requested.

“Of course not,” John said, giving me a wink as he joined me. “That’s later in winter when it’s easier to hide the body.”

“I knew it,” I said, giggling as I moved to rest my head against his chest. “So, what are we doing out here?”

“It’s supposed to be really clear out tonight and you can see the constellations much more than usual,” he said, pointing up with one hand and wrapping his other arm around me to hold me close. “See? Right there is Pegasus. The winged horse.” I followed his finger as he traced the stars for me, seeing the horse shape easily.

“Isn’t that a thing from Greece?” I asked, looking at all the stars above us as they twinkled. Some were brighter than others, like the Pegasus stars.

“Yeah. In Greek mythology, he was a white, winged horse that was born from Medusa, the gorgan, who was beheaded by the hero Perseus. Pegasus’ father was the ocean god, Poseidon, and he had a brother too. Most of the stories are about Pegasus really, not a lot about his brother,” John said.

“How do you know so much about that?” I asked, turning to look at him.

“I have astronomy and history hobbies,” John said with a hum. “I read about the planets and solar systems and stars, then that spilled over into what ancient societies would assign to the stars. After years of learning about all of this, I found out that it didn’t matter where in the world it came from, everything was similar somehow. I fell in love with Greek mythology first and then Persian mythology, then so on. Everyone wants to explain everything or give it a label. Not because it’s supposed to be that, but because the unknown is scary. If you have a name, then you’re not as unsettling as something that is a mystery.”

“Does every star have a name?” I asked.

“No, but they’re being named every day. A lot of the closer ones that make up the shapes we see have stories and tales that people told to explain them and I find them just as romantic as the actual science behind them,” he said. “Others are able to be named through a program that you can actually purchase. I don’t care about that though. If a star is named John or Bob or Mike, it doesn’t have any bearing on what the star means or does.”

“I didn��t know that. I mean, I didn’t know there was so much history behind just naming the stars and how they’re put into shapes and such,” I said as I looked over the night sky to try to see what he saw. “I always like the Grimm Brothers fairy tales myself. Rapunzel, Snow White and Rose Red, Rumpelstiltskin, those stories.”

“Isn’t Snow White a different story from Rose Red?” John asked.

“Two different Snow Whites,” I said with a giggle. “The Snow White and Rose Red story is of two young sisters that do everything together and are always kind and gentle and take care of their mother. The forest animals love them too. One night in winter, a bear comes into their cottage to get warm and he stays with them for the winter before leaving in the spring. They go about their business constantly running into this dwarf they help out of sticky situations till the bear shows up again and kills the dwarf. Turns out the dwarf put a spell on the bear and he was really a handsome prince. He married Snow White and his brother married Rose Red.”

“He could have married them both, but I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t have been as fun as everyone getting their own prince,” John said with a chuckle.

“I liked it because no matter what happened, the girls were kind to everything, even when the dwarf was being a shit,” I said. “I could care less on getting a prince, I wanted to hear about people who were good for the sake of being good and being rewarded in kind for it.”

“Too bad no one picked up on that story,” John said. “That’s a lot less creepy than Snow White.”

“I know!” I said, sitting up to look at him. “I saw that movie as a kid and was creeped out. Like why are you kissing some dead girl?” John laughed, pulling me back down to him.

“You know, sometimes you’re too smart for your own good,” he said, giving me a squeeze. We went quiet, enjoying each other’s company as we stared up at the stars. Being alone with John was very different than being alone with Simon. Simon was calm, serious, and cared deeply for both of us. While John was more textbook romantic with flirting and acts of affection and outgoing. I appreciated the differences with both of them, enjoying the dynamic it gave our lives. I adored them both together, but it was also nice to have one on one time with them.

After John had come home from his trip, we had our own moment of our first kiss. It was different from Simon’s for sure. Simon had held me for a long time, kissing me whenever he got the chance over the night and into the next day. John nuzzled and pressed soft kisses to my face and lips whenever he could. With the good morning kisses they had, I was then included. It had become second nature for the quick moments to be shared without a second thought and I loved it.

While I wasn’t ready for any big steps, I felt like a curious teenager. I didn’t have the courage to ask for much, but I liked being able to feel their bare chest and lay on them.

“What’s going on inside that head of yours?” John asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, uh. . . Honestly?” I said, moving to sit up to look at him.

“I’d hope you’d be honest,” he said with a smile, his face lit up by the back porch and the bright moonlight. It was like a scene from a movie, the way the shadows played on his face while his eyes twinkled. I could have stared at him for hours, drinking in his aura and handsome features.

“I was thinking about kissing you,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat up in the cool night air. “Maybe. . . A bit more too.” John pushed himself up on his elbows to study me a moment before a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Do you want to have a kiss and a cuddle with me?” He asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I mean, if that means make out. Like, kissing and touching each other.” I said, rolling my eyes and feeling the awkwardness of asking for it envelope me.

“Okay, you don’t have to sound so excited about it,” he said with a chuckle, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Shush,” I huffed, bapping his chest. “How do we do that out here? I mean, it’s nice under the stars and all, but I can’t figure out the logistics. . . help,” I said, feeling my whole face burn at that. Romance was too hard.

“Aw, Love,” John said, trying not to chuckle as he sat up more, pulling me into his lap. “It’s okay. Let Daddy help.”

“I swear to everything holy, if you call yourself Daddy again I am locking you outside,” I said, looking at him wide eyed. That was not something I needed to think about or ponder at that moment..

“You’d let me in, you can’t sleep alone,” he said with a chuckle.

“It’s still a valid threat,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him as I pressed our foreheads together.

“I know,” he hummed, leaning in to close the space between our lips. I never could help the small hum that came from me when one of the boys kissed me like that. Slow and gentle. It was my favorite kind. Instead of pulling away for a moment, John kept us together. The kiss deepened and turned into our lips moving against each other. He tasted like cinnamon and tobacco, making me want to taste more of him. Tentatively, I swiped my tongue over his lips, eliciting a moan from him that I’d never heard before.

I swore I could feel the sound go right through me, driving me to go further as I let my hands wander over his body. We were in thick coats so it was hard to really feel delicate touches, but I could feel his hands weaving into my hair and running down my back. His tongue tested the waters by darting out to touch my lips. I sighed, opening them to let him in. John didn’t hesitate, groaning as he began to explore me further. Panting, I couldn’t get enough of him. My skin felt like it was gasping for air, suffocating under my clothes. John was just as needy, holding me close and helping me move to straddle him. It was much more comfortable and gave us easier access to each other.

His hands moved to my waist as I gripped his shoulders to help steady myself to keep from sitting on him completely. The longer we were out there, kissing deeper, the hotter it got. My body began to ache for his touch, skin on skin contact, and I was starting to make noises I hadn’t before. Whimpers and small whines as he nipped at my lips, moving to my neck and earlobe as his heavy breaths carried his groans of pleasure to my ears.

“We should go inside,” I managed to get out, knowing it was getting colder and as much fun as we were having to stay warm in our isolation, I felt too exposed. “I wanna keep going inside though.”

“Anything you want,” John said with a groan, helping me stand. Quickly, he grabbed the blanket before we walked back into the house. While he checked the doors as he usually did, I hung up our jackets and put our boots away. It didn’t take but a second to get back to our previous position on the couch. We were less dressed and in a more comfortable position, making it easier to feel how much John was enjoying this. His hands went back to my hips as we locked lips again, but this time I placed my hands over his to slowly guide them up and over my belly to cup my chest under my sleep shirt.

I shivered, my nipples turning into hard pebbles against his warm palms as we took a second to look at one another. Silently asking if we were both okay with this. I licked my lips as I nodded slightly.

“I trust you,” I said softly. John smiled up at me, humming before his hands moved around to my back, pulling me to him for a kiss. My hands wove into his hair as we continued to kiss. I hadn’t even realized I had started to rock my hips, stirring both of us on. Soon, he was pulling my shirt up and off. I raised my hands to help, letting him take a moment to look me over. I knew I didn’t have the perfect body that he and Simon had. The insecurities of my appearance were shoved in my face abruptly as John’ eyes roamed my body. “I can lose the weight if you want me to,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Self Conscious and worried while getting wound up had not been my plan, but there we were.

“What? Why?” John said, frowning as he looked up at me. “You’re gorgeous the way you are right now. This very moment, you are the most enticing creature I’ve ever seen.” He wasn’t lying. John wasn’t as blunt as Simon, but he didn’t sugarcoat things either. “I want to pleasure you all night long if you’ll let me. I want to explore your body and find more spots that trigger those delicious noises you’ve been making. Right now, I want you more than I’ve wanted anything else.”

“Wow,” I breathed as we locked eyes. “You really know how to make someone feel special.” I giggled softly as he ghosted his hands over my back. It made me arch into him, shivering from the possibilities. “I want you too.”

“Good,” John said before kissing me. This time it was hard and dominating. Not rough, but he was clearly in charge. I whined as a hand found my chest again, squeezing it and rubbing the pad of his thumb over my nipple while his other hand grabbed my ass to pull our hips flush. Moaning, we began to rock against each other. My mind was becoming hazy and this need deep in my belly was encouraging me to go further.

“John,” I moaned as he pulled away to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. “Yes, oh fuck yes,” I panted as he swirled his tongue around a hard nub as a hand pinched and rubbed the other. He began switching between the two sensitive points as I clung to him as he kept working me into a tizzy.

“Can you feel how bad I want you?” He asked, letting go to look up at me. “Can you feel how much you make me wild for you?” I could definitely feel it as his bulge was straining through his shorts that I had damn near soaked through.

“Yeah, I can feel you. I wanna feel more,” I panted, nipping at his lips. Not missing a beat, John stood up suddenly while still holding me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on as he carried me up the stairs to our room. He laid me on the bed before I let go. Peeling his shirt off, I groaned at the sight, fully seeing his arousal tenting his shorts. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for being with him completely, wanting Simon to be there as well. It didn’t feel right to have that moment with just one of my Alphas. I needed both of them there.

Licking my lips, I watched as he stood there next to the bed. He oozed confidence in his stance as he hooked his thumbs into his shorts and underwear, pulling them down while keeping eye contact with me. I couldn’t stop the moan when I saw his cock. It was hard and beautiful. I’d seen quite a few in magazines and on the internet, but they looked so fake and unreal that it didn’t work in most of my fantasies.

John, though, his was real. It even curved a bit at the end. I wanted to touch it and see what it felt like.

“You look hungry, Love,” John said with a smirk. “Is this your first cock?” I nodded as I sat up, watching him stroke himself a few times. “Well then, let me show you how to work it.” Crawling onto the bed, he caught my lips with a harsh kiss before he laid next to me. I curled up to him, laying my head on his shoulder. “Go on, I know you want to touch it,” he groaned. I couldn’t help the press of my hips against his side at his words. Reaching out, I let my fingers stroke his erection. The skin was soft and as I began to grip him, I could feel him twitch under my touch. “That’s it, good Kitten. Stroke it just like that,” he moaned.

It was almost uncomfortable for my own hand to grasp him and pull. Without thinking, I let go to pull my hand up and licked it before grasping him again. John hissed as I stroked him, having a much easier time. I liked the feel of him in my hand, the noises he made from me doing almost nothing was a power trip of sorts. I was the one making him hard and coaxing those noises of pleasure from him.

“Is that how you like it?” I asked, tilting my head to murmur in his ear. “You like it when I stroke you like that?” Omegas were supposed to be submissive by nature and beg for Alphas or Betas to knot them, but there I was, asking my Alpha if he liked how I was getting him off. Not to make sure he was enjoying it, but in a power move that I was going to wield without mercy over both Simon and John in the bedroom. “Is that how my Alpha likes his cock touched?”

“Oh, you are going to get it,” John moaned. In a split second, the tables were turned. He pinned me to the bed, easily getting between my legs as he held my hands above my head. “You act all innocent, but then you start talking like you’ve done this before. Should know better than to tease your Alpha like this,” he groaned into my ear as his free hand toyed with the hem of my shorts and underwear. “I’ll milk that sass from you till you’re mewling and begging for an orgasm.”

How the actual fuck did this man just make me nearly cum from words alone?

I could only moan as he teased me, just barely hooking a finger into the hem of my shorts and pulling them away from me a bit. Cool air rushed in and I couldn’t stop the gasp as I started to struggle. There was no fear that he’d hurt me or do something I didn’t want. Over the last month and a half, we all had learned to read each other well enough.

“John, fuck, please,” I whimpered as I arched my hips up to try and get him to pull off that last barrier sticking to me.

“Please what?” He asked with a chuckle. “What does my Kitten want?”

“Please, I need to feel your hands,” I groaned, getting no relief as he kept me pinned.

“Just my hands?” He asked, nuzzling my neck to nip at it lightly.

“Uh huh,” I nodded, turning to let him have more access to my hot skin. Not waiting any longer, John let go of me to pull back. He adjusted himself to pull my shorts off, taking in my naked body as he tossed them to the side.

“Oh, my goodness,” he said with a smirk. “Someone is soaking wet. I bet, even after the bed dries, Simon is still going to smell you and know that you were in our bed like this and it was all for me.”

The thought of Simon rutting into the bed had me nearly losing my mind. I needed to cum and John was drawing it out like a pro.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Please. I’m achin’.”

“I know you are, Sweetheart” John said as he crawled over me, kissing me as he pulled my hips to his. I swallowed a scream as his cock slid against my wetness, making me buck up hard.

“John!” I sobbed as he pulled away. “Please!”

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he said, moving to lay next to me. A few moments of adjusting our position and he was laying on his side next to me while I was still on my back. His cock pressed into my hip as his fingers dragged themselves down my body to where I needed them the most. I spread my legs, grasping the sheets next to me with one hand and curling my other arm around John’s as he ran a finger over my slick mound. Agonizingly slow, he pushed into me. Nearly going cross eyed with pleasure, I groaned and spread my legs wider. “Someone’s eager,” he said with a chuckle in my ear. “So wet and damn near gushing with just one finger. I don’t know if you’re going to last through much else.”

Pulling his finger out, he dragged it to my clit that he circled and rubbed. I sobbed as he kept repeating thost actions over and over while I clung to him. Shaking and panting, I needed more. I felt empty and needed more than just a slow finger.

“John, fuck,” I managed. “Please, Alpha. I need more than just one finger.”

“Okay, Darling, hold on,” he grunted as he added a second finger. John stopped the slow tease and began to thrust his fingers into me, his palm rubbing my clit with each movement.

“Yes!” I cried, arching up my hips, letting him get a new angle. “Oh god, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, John.” It didn’t take long before I was suddenly screaming as I came around his fingers. My body tried to knot the two fingers in me, but couldn’t. It made for a shorter orgasm, but fuck if it didn’t satisfy. Laying there, I shook and shivered as I rode out my pleasure, panting hard next to John.

“Good Kitten,” John purred as he kissed my head, slowly pulling his fingers from me. “Such a good Kitten, cumming for me.”

“Mmmm, Alpha,” I groaned, my brain going into a lulled state of needing the other. I knew he hadn’t cum yet, knowing he was holding off, but I wanted him. I wanted to touch him, wanted to see him finish. Reaching down, I got my hand wet with my own slick before turning onto my side. John frowned a moment before I took his cock in hand and began to stroke him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, letting his eyes close as he rocked his hips into my hand.

“Scent me,” I moaned softly. “Cum on me and scent me, Alpha.” I stroked him, twisting my hand over his sensitive head as I watched his mouth open as he panted. “Please Alpha? Please cum on me,” I whined as I sped up my strokes.

“Lay on your back,” he growled softly, pulling away. John climbed up to straddle my thighs. Getting more of my slick, he used it on himself as he jerked himself off. He was close, his movements becoming more rigid and his breathing heavier. His cock began to swell, trying to knot his hand as he came hard. Thick, white ropes splashed over my belly and groin as John growled. He looked down at me, groaning at the sight of me splayed out, covered in my own cum and his. “You’re going to drive me mad, Love,” he moaned as he flopped next to me.

“Right back at ya,” I groaned. A moment of catching our breath led to John spooning me from behind, his knot slipped between my thighs to have a mock hole of sorts. It was too hot for covers, letting our scents mingle and spread through the house. While I would have liked to have showered and changed the sheets, I was in no condition to do much more than lay in bed. John smeared his cum over my belly, scenting me further before settling with an arm around me with a hand holding a breast.

As much as I thought I should have stayed awake and talked through the whole process with John, I was exhausted. My first sexual experience had been mind blowing and not once had I questioned if I would regret it. John had made me feel valid, making sure with small questions and touches that I wanted to go further. Every step forward had been because I wanted it. I had been in control and that was what I needed. He cared for me and not once did he seem impatient or that he wanted to use me. You did that for someone you trusted and wanted and. . .

The thought scared me, making me worry, but my tired brain accepted it so easily.

“John? You still awake?” I asked softly.

“Mmmm,” he hummed against my neck as he was nuzzled it.

“Night,” I said, chickening out at the last moment.

“Night,” he mumbled.

‘I love you.’ I mouthed, smiling softly before letting sleep take over.

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herofics · 2 years ago

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Long distance, feat Gojo

A/N: I moved to a new city for school earlier this week, and I’m living alone for the first time ever, like actually alone. I don’t know anyone here, since most of my school buddies don’t live here either, and I’m actually feeling pretty lonely already. I used to see my BFF almost every day when we still lived in the same town, so I’m feeling pretty lonely right now. I might see her next week, but we’ll see. Anyway, I wanted to write something with Gojo about this, so here I go. This is set in when Gojo was in his early twenties, same for the reader

You were sitting in your new apartment, surrounded by boxes full of your things. It was a bit chilly since the previous tenant had turned the heat almost off when they had left. Gojo hadn’t been able to help you move your stuff, since he was on a mission, but you’d managed with the help of your friends.

Now they had all left, and you were sitting on your bed in the empty apartment, wondering if this was a good idea after all. You had finished your studies at Jujutsu High some years ago, and after that you had been a bit lost with what you wanted to do with your life. You didn’t want to be a jujutsu sorcerer, you didn’t have the constitution for such a job, but you also didn’t know what else you could do. At least not until about a half a year ago.

You had applied to study sociology at a university away from Tokyo. You had gotten in on a trial basis, which meant you had to complete enough credits in a half a year to get into the degree program. You’d studied hard and gotten all the credits you needed, so you’d been in the degree program for about three months now. The commute was a real pain in the ass, so you had decided you wanted to move to the city the university was in.

You’d found an apartment, and now you were sitting there, alone. The reality of how alone you were was really settling in. Your family was in your hometown, and everything else you’d ever know, was in Tokyo, and you weren’t. Maybe you were finally an adult, living away from the small town you’d grown up in and the city where you lived your high school years. This certainly wasn’t dorm life anymore.

You laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. You missed Gojo already, even though it had only been about a day since you last saw each other. Just like that, your phone lit up with his name on the screen.

“Oh thank god” you muttered as you picked up the phone and answered the call with a chipper: “Hi”

“You settling in okay?” he asked.

“I guess” you sighed. “It’s just…”

“What is it doll? Something bothering you?”

“Well, kinda yeah… I never realized how lonely it would feel, being away from you and everyone else. I just saw you yesterday and I already feel like we haven’t talked in weeks” you chuckled wryly.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there with you, I’ll see you tomorrow though, if the mission ends by then”

“Yeah, I know. Do you think we can make this long distance thing work?”

“Of course we can doll. It’s us, we can make anything work” Gojo said cheerfully.

“Except for that one Ikea shelf” you joked.

“Except for that one Ikea shelf” Gojo sighed in defeat.

“You’re really not very good at building things, but it was fun to watch” you laughed.

“Well I’m glad you had fun” you could basically hear Gojo roll his eyes over the phone.

Gojo smiled as he heard your laughter over the phone. He missed you already, even though it hadn’t even been a day since you last saw each other. Gojo wanted to support you and your dreams, so he would never have told you not to go and study, even though it was pretty far away from him. He just knew he was going to miss you a lot, he already felt like it had been forever since he had held you in his arms.

Someone tapped Gojo’s shoulder to get his attention, probably to tell him it was time to go.

“I gotta go, sorry doll. I’ll see you soon” Gojo promised.

“Be safe, love you” you told him.

“I will, love you too”

After Gojo hung up, you exhaled deeply and sat up on the bed. You knew he was going to be extra clingy when he was eventually able to come over, because he hadn’t seen you in a while. You were actually looking forward to it. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad. You would get a lot of alone time, and Gojo would most likely be at your place every minute he possibly could.

“The distance makes the heart grow fonder, huh” you muttered.

You really hoped that would be the case.

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Kamen Rider Gotchard Producers Symposium PART 3

part 3 finally! a lot of really interesting information in this one. i’m gonna make a few small changes to parts 1 and 2 after i post this, and then i’ll get started on revice

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Kamen Rider Gotchard: TV Series Conclusion Commemoration Toei Producer Team Special Roundtable (Final Edition)

“Kamen Rider Gotchard” will soon be at its climax!

This year, we are delivering a Toei producer symposium like usual, split into three parts. Continuing from the first and middle volumes last week, this time it is the final volume. The three parts totaled up to an over 30,000-word talk. The participants are, naturally, the producer Yosuke Minato, as well as assistant producers Daigo Matsuura and Kaho Miyashima. In the final volume, they will discuss their three most profoundly memorable “Gotchard” episodes, secret stories from contents made with TTFC, and then curious “future” topics too…?

Act 8: Assistant Producer Harashima’s Top 3

TTFC: By the way, for today’s interview, each of you thought about the 3 episodes you personally have the most profound emotional attachment to… Could I ask you what yours are, Harashima?

Harashima: Third place goes to episode 12, “Runaway Liner! Abyss Rider!”. The one where Sabimaru becomes Kamen Rider Dread. The reasoning behind it was first that action director (Hirofumi) Fukuzawa had also been working as story director, and has shown very fresh direction. Also, I like dirty action as originally shown in Korean films and drama (Laughs).

Matsuura: You’re like that too? (Laughs)

Harashima: I think that in that episode, that roughness was definitely needed, and Fukuzawa made such different action more unrestrained than ever. While I say that I like dirty things, it was a standpoint that had to be adjusted for a children’s program, so I’m also curious about the impact of this portrayal—where so much pain was inflicted on Hotaro—had on everyone in the audience…

Matsuura: But as much as we worried, we were surprised that there wasn’t a strong negative reaction against it. Especially for today’s kids, aren’t they seeing a lot of things like “Demon Slayer” nowadays? I think they’re more used to that kind of expression.

Harashima: That’s right. Then, episodes 9-10 just before that were a school trip. I still felt like there was chitchat around “Chemy searching” as the basic story premise, so I also wondered if it was okay to have a development as serious as possible. But a development like that is just right for “Kamen Rider”. A difference with the Super Sentai series, where teamwork is highly valued, is that in that situation, the protagonist should not bear their pain and suffering alone. I fully understood that in that episode. Because I was a “Kamen Rider beginner” at that time, it’s a very memorable episode in that sense too. To say it more accurately, I really like the course of events through episode 12 and up to Director (Katsuya) Watanabe’s episode 13, “Get Him Back! UFO X Friends Forever!”.

Second place is “Rinne’s Dawn! Transform, Majade!”. Protecting the opponent Atropos, and showing one’s own “decision”, was a single pattern, and Rinne’s actor Reiyo (Matsumoto) showed incredible acting and expressions. In Reiyo’s case, Rinne first awakened in “Kamen Rider The Winter Movie Gotchard and Geats: Operation to Find the Strongest Chemies”, and this episode 19 was another step in her growth. Majade, which Rinne transforms into, has a really good appearance, and it brings back memories of when I watched the “PreCure” series as a kid.

Matsuura: Mr. (Hiroshi) Takagi’s music was amazing again too. It’s sparkling. There are parts unlike Kamen Rider music, but it fit “Gotchard’s” setting wonderfully.

Minato: Matsuura was the one who originally recommended Mr. Takagi.

Matsuura: I knew Mr. Takagi from the work called “Go! Princess PreCure” (2015) which he had composed the music for, and that work’s music was also excellent. Then the music for “Kaitou Sentai Lupinranger vs. Keisatsu Sentai Patranger” (2018) was wonderfully done. I wanted to work with him sometime. It always becomes difficult to decide which composer to ask, but I’m really glad that I got Gotchard to be done by Mr. Takagi.

Harashima: I felt like the Rinne-related tracks especially had phrases that resonate emotionally with girls. A sparkling feeling that evokes memories of “PreCure” or “Sailor Moon”. Then of course my first-place is Zukyumpire (episodes 22 and 23) (Laughs).

Matsuura: You really don’t waver on that (Laughs).

Harashima: Something we didn’t talk about when it was a subject earlier is that (Akiko) Inoue had been talking about Zukyumpire from the screenplay meeting stage, but Yua (Yamashita) sympathized when she heard at some point that it’s about a girl who was dependent on him and becomes independent. Of course, “Gotchard’s” main character is Hotaro, and the main guest character is Zukyumpire, but I knew Inoue’s stance that she wanted Yua’s portrayal to be important too, being involved with the story, and I learned from that. I especially like episode 23’s final scene. For Yua, the ex-boyfriend Tacchan comes in and says he wants to take Yori back, but Yua can clearly state, “I’ll make my own happiness on my own terms”. Then the background song “Kimi ni Zukyun” is played and the episode ends.

Minato: Yeah, if I’m not mistaken, in the second draft Inoue proposed “Can I add this kind of scene?”, and it was added. It wasn’t in the first draft, and even at the point when it was added, it was a mood of “This might be cut if it’s introduced…”. I think that was at the time that we received the final manuscript, but actually, at that time, there was a scene about the people who got memory-wiped in “Kitchen Ichinose” coming in again, and saying something like, “I feel like I had some kind of amazing dream, but I can’t remember…”. When it became necessary to cut either that scene or Yua’s scene, I asked Inoue, “Which do you want to remain?”, and she wanted Yua’s scene. So I guess Inoue had emotional attachment there too.

Harashima: If it were the “Kitchen Ichinose” scene that was there, it would be a much more comedic ending. That’s fine too, but because we kept Yua’s scene, the relation between Chemy and human progressed a little further. In the beginning with WrestlerG (episode 5) it was nothing but a human and Chemy being separated, but during Zukyumpire it’s already been over 20 episodes, so it’s very good that a depiction was done showing the impact that memories of a Chemy has on a human, like the flower that Yua received from Zukyumpire have been pressed and used as a planner bookmark, and Zukyumpire’s words remaining in Yua’s heart. It becomes an episode with an ending that always feels a little different, and it’s personally moving for me.

Minato: Also, the existence of “Tacchan” was featured in that episode, and in the endgame he’s doing something completely different (Laughs).

Matsuura: He stands out way too much however you think about it… (Laughs).

Harashima: That was originally just decided to be “the ex-boyfriend Tacchan in the last part”, and when I was thinking about what person to cast, Director (Kyohei) Yamaguchi said, “In that case…!”. A “bad-feeling editor” character appeared in Watanabe’s episode 14.

Matsuura: “That guy! With that flashy blond hair!” (Laughs).

Harashima: With Director Yamaguchi saying, “The bad feelings from that time would fit perfectly with Tacchan”, we got Takato Nogami to come back a second time.

Minato: Doing it that way is Director Yamaguchi’s usual practice (Laughs). In “(Avataro Sentai) Donbrothers” too, when the “Old Ninja Man” Ono’s (Takashi Sakakibara) mother came in (Don 32: “Duel Part 2”), he proposed, “Let’s do that person who took a blow from Taro Momoi in Don 18: ‘A Shark’s Blow’!” (Laughs). [note: i haven’t watched donbros]

TTFC: No negligence or missed opportunities (Laughs). You don’t know which character will connect to whom or what style…

Minato: Speaking of casting in “Donbros”, the sudden appearance of a mysterious comedy duo in the Romeo and Juliet episodes (episodes 30-31) was Matsuura’s wrongdoing (Laughs).

Matsuura: Hello, I’m Matsuura, a principal offender (Laughs).

TTFC: Now I’d like to hear about your “Best 3”, Matsuura.

Act 9: Assistant Producer Matsuura’s Top 3

Matsuura: I thought I’d have each episode in my top 3 be by a different scriptwriter. (Keiichi) Hasegawa is the Romeo and Juliet episode we just talked about… (Hiroki) Uchida is episode 24, “Sudden Turn of Events! The Forbidden Steel Rider!”. That’s a compilation episode too.

Minato: It was good, Uchida’s structure. That was wonderful.

Matsuura: And Akiko (Inoue) is episode 40, “Wicked Descent! Three Great Dark Kings”. But a runner-up is the Wheel Malgam episodes (20-21) written by Hasegawa. I’ll touch on that a little bit. Those two episodes’ primary centerpiece was Spanner transforming into Kamen Rider Valvarad for the first time. “Kamen Rider Valvarad’s debut” itself has already appeared as information before, like it was said at the start of this symposium. So, separate from that, I prepared a surprise component in this episode.

[SPOILERS FOR AVATARO SENTAI DONBROTHERS AND KAMEN RIDER FAIZ]

What I came up with there was the development that “Spanner is turned into a Malgam”. We keep coming back to “Donbros”, but it’s because Tsuyoshi Kijino repeatedly becomes a Hitotsu-oni (Laughs). For me, though, the impact of the protagonist of “Kamen Rider 555 (Faiz)” (2003), Takumi Inui, being the Wolf Orphenoch has always stuck with me… During the hon-uchi (preparatory meetings for scriptwriting), I proposed to Hasegawa the idea to match that shock.

[SPOILERS END]

Again, before then, I hadn’t really gotten the chance to work together with Director (Teruaki) Sugihara, so I was very happy to be able to see the visual wonder of Sugihara’s direction.

TTFC: Director Sugihara only did those two episodes in “Gotchard”. I’m looking forward to “Kamen Rider Gavv” from now on.

Matsuura: To follow this— with Hasegawa’s Romeo and Juliet episodes, that was slotted for episodes 30 and 31, and Hasegawa thought that might be the last time an “adolescent drama” could be done in “Gotchard”. At first Hasegawa wanted do a band episode for it.

Minato: That’s right, at first there were discussions that it would be interesting to do something like a band episode somewhere, since Junsei (Motojima) plays the guitar and Kajiki’s actor Amon (Kabe) plays bass.

TTFC: I see. Like, let’s make the best of their special skills?

Minato: Yes. For Hasegawa, there was “the times we can do an adolescent drama” which Matsuura talked about, but actually, we had already decided to begin working on the summer movie after episodes 30 and 31 were written. So, when we returned to the TV series, it was unmistakably nearing the final portion. Taking that into account, we wanted Hasegawa to do what he wanted to there.

Matsuura: A band story sounds interesting, but in practice, a lot of problems will come up with it, like wanting to make a song for that, and not having much time to spare for music practice. That’s a common issue for planning. So, unfortunately, I had to ask to do a different concept. That’s how together we came up with the idea of a school talent show where interesting events occur. I remember various ideas like maybe a concept café or a takoyaki shop. Then, a “play” story appeared, relatively close to the band idea, and Hasegawa was on board with that too. The “transfer student” as a different development in the show was something Hasegawa had been pushing since the band idea. It’s a cliché, but the idea was that a beautiful girl transfers to the school, and it has some sort of effect on Hotaro and Rinne’s relationship. I, as a “cliche-loving man” (Laughs), was very motivated. Immediately, Director Yamaguchi presented Kanon Matsuzawa, who’d appeared as Kei during the V-Cinext “Kamen Rider 555 20th: Paradise Regained”, and she was decided to play the transfer student, Seina Tsukumo. At any rate, it was Hasegawa’s order to have her be an “unmatched beauty”.

TTFC: You mentioned it a while ago, but there was also the surprise appearance of Hirofumi Suzuki and Shinnosuke Takahashi. Tsuyoshi and Sonoza in “Donbrothers”.

Minato: I remember that was decided somewhat suddenly (Laughs).

Matsuura: That’s also a tentative goal. Isn’t there a scene where the drama club president Hajime Mikuriya gives a speech to everyone? Director Yamaguchi said it could be interesting for the audience to get really excited right before then, to more effectively show that everyone is disinterested in the speech. That way, Mikuriya seems more “pathetic”. So we talked about calling in pro comedians, but when I wondered if there were actors who weren’t comedians but could make the same people laugh, I went, “Oh!” (Laughs).

TTFC: The “Super Hero Time” fans were happy too (Laughs).

Matsuura: As the person in charge of the casting, I can’t say I “slacked off” with it… no, it’s not like that! (Laughs) It was also “luck”! (Laughs) It was quite an “unreasonable request”, but I’m very grateful the two of them came and did it happily. Well, even separate from that, I think those Romeo and Juliet episodes were a masterpiece. I myself had a period in school where I was reading a large number of Shakespeare works like “Macbeth” and “Hamlet”, but I once again realized the power of a work that still continues to be read even after 400 years. With this universal appeal, the way that Hasegawa skillfully intertwines the main parts of “Gotchard”, the relationship between Hotaro and Rinne, and other things, was deeply moving. By the way, I might not need to explain it here, but the full version of “Romeo and Juliet” that Hotaro and Rinne performed in can be watched on TTFC, so if you still haven’t seen that, you should definitely do so (Laughs).

TTFC: How about episode 24?

Matsuura: The TenLiner episode. Minato was saying a little of this before— we can make compilation episodes a little loosely, but this one wasn’t like that at all. It was a very well-structured and interesting episode.

Minato: That episode was at the turning point of “Gotchard” in its entirety, so filming-wise, it was the first shot of the new year. We also did bi-uchi (preparatory meetings related to designs) at the end of the year, so we wanted to decrease the staff’s workload. If we did a lot of complicated location scenes at that point, we would definitely end up being overloaded during the New Year holidays. But preventing that wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be (wry laugh).

Matsuura: There are difficult places in that point in production. But what I can say is that it’s just like Uchida to be able to convey the story and items in “Gotchard” as much as possible to everyone in the audience, at that time in the year. It couldn’t have been written if it weren’t him.

Minato: Uchida wrote the compilation episode in “Kamen Rider Revice” too. Where everyone shows the history of their battle to try and restore Hiromi Kadota’s memory. That was done in an interesting way, and honestly, there were parts that showed promising skills.

TTFC: And one more, episode 40. The one where Germain and Gaeliya arrive. And with the existence of the Dark Kings as a “Trinity”, three of them appear.

Matsuura: When I look back on it, Akiko was mostly writing the Dark King characters. She’s writing Germain and Gaeliya’s debut episodes, and Gigist was appearing starting a little while ago, but his first story was when a gorgeous person (Laughs) came in too, and Gigist’s character didn’t really show before then.

Minato: It’s around episodes 32-35. There were parts that I still wanted to stay “mysterious” at that point.

Matsuura: So, it was in the Hopper1 Malgam episodes (36-37) which Akiko wrote that we got to see what Gigist’s character is really like. If I think about what feeling it was written with, the words “understanding all humans” come to mind.

Minato: That was amazing.

Matsuura: Since then, we’ve come to call Lord Gigist “the old man who understands feelings” (Laughs), but there was surprise that “He ended up like that?!”.

Minato: Enemy characters are always hard to make. It turns out that whatever you do, they’ll hold ambitions, and they’re fighting to realize those ambitions. For “Gotchard”, Glion was defeated first, and we worried about how to portray the Dark Kings who would appear after that. This was decided in the structure of “Gotchard” itself, but as an enemy of the always-progressing Hotaro, it’s maybe something about a static existence, or to say it in the words of today’s world, an existence of “problems caused by old people”. I’ve been consulting with Inoue since that stage, so when she wrote Gigist, it was an “Aha!” moment.

TTFC: It’s a little unique for an enemy to hold that stance.

Matsuura: Also, it’s unbelievably intimidating when (Ryotaro) Okiyuki says those lines. It simply gives the feeling that “he seems strong”. And then, I loooooove the character of Germain. He Zukyun’d me (Laughs). When suit actor (Kosuke) Asai plays the “domestic violence boyfriend character” [i swear this is what he says] Germain which Akiko wrote, he made me think, “this guy is completely going at it” or “what an awful guy”, even just with little movements. Furthermore, the performance of his voice actor (Kohei) Amazaki synchronizes beautifully with Asai. Episodes 40 and 41 were (Koichi) Sakamoto’s, and when I was watching Amazaki do voiceovers with the director, he seemed to be completely satisfied too. As you know, we were thinking about Germain being used as Glion’s new body from the beginning, so it was decided that his appearance would only be for episodes 40 and 41. So he was a “stepping stone” in the overarching structure. But I gave orders that I wanted him to be depicted as the strongest being until he’s defeated, and to show so strongly that it makes you think he’ll be the final boss. So Akiko, Asai, and Amazaki each responded to that to their heart’s content, and I’m grateful for that. However, consequently ending up making a character who’s too good to last only two episodes is nice for the people watching, but as a producer, I kind of feel like it was a mistake (Laughs). But, as I can think even that was an amazing “miscalculation”, the scriptwriter, suit actor, and voice actor were a wonderful “trinity”.

Act 10: Producer Minato’s Top 3

TTFC: How about you, Minato?

Minato: I thought I’d also do it this way and have one episode each from the three writers, but it’s difficult. It’s not in the TV series whatsoever, but for Uchida, it’s “Kamen Rider Gotchard vs. Kamen Rider Legend” (all 2 episodes), on Toei Tokusatsu YouTube Official and for Toei Tokusatsu Fan Club members. I was already putting energy into making one new program into the work. Timing-wise, episodes 3-6 were all by Hasegawa, and Uchida’s hands were free, so ahead of time, I asked him to do it before writing episodes 7 and 8. What I was first concerned about was Kaguya’s character. He was working out the minute details with LINE up to right before sending the manuscript. I think Kaguya became a very good character as a result. There was also the direction of Director (Takayuki) Shibasaki, and from the starting point, he was able to lay the groundwork for connections regarding Legend/Kaguya to episodes 33-35 and the summer movie. I have a feeling Kaguya will be active for a long time afterwards and won’t just be there. They were two 15-minute short films, but they were strong (Laughs).

TTFC: The way you made a new Rider like Legend appear was likewise a new experiment.

Minato: With Gotchard being a card Rider, we wanted to make things called Ride Chemy Cards a hit, and with that course of events coming first, there are also Legend Ride Chemy Cards, so we wanted a person (Rider) who uses that. There was also an idea to bring that about in “Gotchard” proper, but ultimately Legend was first streamed on Toei Tokusatsu Youtube Official and such, and we also had him appear in the TV series after that. But of that happens we have to think about how to do it so that it’s shown to a lot of people, and how to make it interesting. Because there are people who wouldn’t have seen “Gotchard” on TV… I guess some have only watched a bit of it too. So, we couldn’t do him as anything but a person from yet another world (Laughs). So the people who don’t know “Gotchard” can watch as much as possible and look forward to how the next episode is made.

TTFC: Having a new character in a position as Decade’s successor is also an observation point.

Minato: In terms of results, that area was also able to be returned to in the summer movie, but from Toei’s perspective, it was still significant that they had introduced the character Twokaizer in “Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger” (2021). It feels like Decade and Legend are directly linked because Twokaizer had a relationship to (Kaizoku Sentai) Gokaiger. Next is Akiko Inoue’s work, and I touched on this a little before (in the second volume), but it was (Kiyotaka) Taguchi’s group’s episodes 28 and 29, where Renge’s grandma appears. I talked about this on the official homepage’s “Gotcha Place” too, but I wanted those two episodes to be a “change of pace” after the big roadblock of defending Glion was over, one that you’d remember as “some kind of weird episode” into your later years. It’s an episode where Inoue and Director Taguchi met those demands excellently. To give concrete examples from past works, a similar mental image to the taiyaki expert episodes in “Kamen Rider Blade” (2004) (episodes 29-30) or the “dark kitchen” episodes in “Kamen Rider Kabuto” (2006) (episodes 29-30) (Laughs).

[THEN IT SHOWS THE PROMO SHOT OF THE FEET LMAO]

TTFC: It’s the exact same episode number as those episodes too (Laughs).

Minato: Personally, I think it’s fun to experience watching a 30-minute-per-episode tokusatsu show where every episode is interesting, and where there are a lot of episodes full of personality. Of course, as a story that’s spread out throughout a year, it’s also important to have characters that are liked. With that feeling, I’m glad Renge’s focus arc also was able to delve into her character. I think we were able to broaden the scope of the one-year production with Director Taguchi, who became the “senior students’ director” after he did episodes 42 and 43.

TTFC: And the last one is Hasegawa’s work…?

Minato: Hasegawa began working on the summer movie after episodes 30-31, so the next thing I asked him to do was episodes 44 and 45. After that, with episodes 46 and 47 being by Inoue, I tried to have everyone write a part of the final trilogy, so in the exact same way as 30 and 31, I asked Hasegawa something like “is there an episode you want to make happen here?”. As a result, what he finished was a story about Kajiki and Hijiri. In Hasegawa’s episodes, he raised 44 and 45. Hijiri’s name had occasionally appeared in Kajiki’s lines, but she re-appeared here. According to Hasegawa’s post by the way, during the first draft preparatory meeting, Minato said to him, “This reminds me of ‘Ultraman Tiga’s’ ‘Farewell to Darkness’”…

[Footnote: “Ultraman Tiga’s” 22nd episode, “The Fog Comes In”, is Hasegawa’s debut work as a screenwriter. The character Horii, who acts in a comedic relief character role and is part of the defense team, meets her future spouse. The only episode he wrote in the last part of the series was “Farewell to Darkness” (episode 47). This is a continuation of episode 22, as well as episode 11, “Requiem of Darkness”. Horii and Kajiki’s roles share similarities in their positions and their approach to “light and darkness” within the hearts of people. Of course, also the beauty of the guest heroine. Incidentally, the day that “Farewell to Darkness” was July 26th, which is very close to “Gotchard” episode 45’s air date of July 21st.]

Minato: That’s correct (Laughs). This episode is at a similar time in the structure of the series too. “Farewell to Darkness” is also a little bit before “Tiga’s” final trilogy (episodes 50-52).

TTFC: In “Tiga’s” case, the last two episodes were listed with the names of three screenwriters who worked on it, including Hasegawa. Compared to that, “Gotchard” has three writers each in charge of one episode in the final trilogy. It feels like that direction hadn’t happened in the Kamen Rider series until then.

Matsuura: Huuuuh… I see, “Tiga”… (Laughs). You were thinking in a “Tiga”-esque pattern that the most recent Rider season isn’t considered to be the last. I somewhat understand that.

Minato: However, we didn’t do anything like “Ultra’s Star” (episode 49).

[Footnote: An episode that breaks from the standard right before “Tiga’s” final trilogy. It’s one with a meta component of the protagonist slipping in time to the filming of “Ultra Q” at “Tsuburaya Productions of 1965”. Incidentally, the space monster Chaliger, who appeared in this episode and has the power to travel through time, was played by Masanori Machida— Koichiro Asahi in “Gotchard”.]

The episode where the protagonist Daigo and company slip in time to the past and somehow go to Tsuburaya Productions. Hotaro went to the future in the summer movie, but if we did some sudden episode like that now where Hotaro goes to Toei Ikuta Studio, no one would watch the essential final trilogy (Laughs).

TTFC: And speaking of “Tiga”…

Minato: That’s right. “Gotchard” has the theme of alchemy, so I became picky about the number “three” which is connected to that, and “Tiga” means “three” in the Indonesian language (Laughs).

Matsuura: Since you said that, my name is also Daigo (Laughs). And Future Hotaro’s actor is DAIGO too. What is this?!

Act 11: Mother and Son, and Then the Gotchanime

TTFC: At the point in time that we’re recording this round-table discussion, the final episode (episode 50) has still yet to air, but I looked at it ahead of time, and the scene where Tamami sends Hotaro out really struck me.

Matsuura: (Yoko) Minamino was really excellent in the finale.

Minato: To speak frankly, there’s a part of me that asked Minamino to play the role of Tamami specifically intending to have her do that scene. After we established Hotaro’s mother, it was almost a given that we would have that kind of situation at the end.

Matsuura: Minamino in the winter movie was incredible too.

Minato: Originally, we weren’t planning to do a story about Hotaro and his mother in the winter movie, but I’m glad that, along the course of making the story, we put in a drama about Hotaro arguing with his mom over something trivial and running away at the start, then returning home at the end. I think that, because that development happened, we were able to “lift Hotaro up” even in a movie where a lot of characters appear.

TTFC: This might be too meta of an angle, but I wasn’t especially surprised when Tamami said she had known her son’s identity (Laughs).

Matsuura: Did you guess that she knew because it’s Minamino? (Laughs)

TTFC: I guess it’s natural that she would know…

Matsuura: So it’s not because she’s Tamami, but because she’s Minamino. Because she was in “Legend of the Iron Mask”.

TTFC: Of course, I don’t think there are many generations that know of that.

Minato: Speaking of that, the work “Sukeban Deka II: Legend of the Iron Mask” was the late Toei president (Osamu) Tezuka’s debut work as a producer before he passed away last year (2023). While I was making the screenplay for “Gotchard” episode 1 and 2, I was thinking about asking Minamino to play the role of Tamami, but after I talked with Department Head (Hideaki) Tsukada, it turned out that I would meet with Minamino several days later to shoot a video that would play at Tezuka’s memorial gathering. Then as Tsukada introduced me to her, I immediately asked, “Do you have any interest in doing the current ‘Kamen Rider’?”. After that I gave her a formal offer, and that’s how she ended up in the role. Minamino was always saying “It’s because I grew up with Toei” because it was that timing. As long as I’m watching, with the feelings of conveying that she’d learned at Toei when she was a new actor herself to the young cast members, I think that she entered the daily scene. It felt like I wasn’t thanking her enough. Junsei (Motojima) is also a new actor, and shots have to be retaken a considerable amount of times, but she always watched over Junsei, and no matter how many takes we did, she stayed with him. So we also strongly think that she helped us in more ways than just her acting.

Matsuura: Junsei kept at it, too. It was the Platina Gotchard episode (26 and 27), and the Hopper1 Malgam (37) and Rainbow Gotchard (38) where he really showed the difference in his acting, and I felt his growth. Of course, now for Reiyo. I think you can see it in the summer movie; she’s always really reliable with her acting.

Minato: Reiyo was talked about yesterday (the day before the symposium), while recording audio commentary for the summer movie and many other things. When I think about it, she definitely started to become good in the winter movie, but she got even better in “Televi-kun Hyper Battle DVD Kamen Rider Gotchard: What’ll We Do?! Hotaro and Rinne Switched Places!!”, which was filmed right afterward. She’s always been a cheerful girl, but she wasn’t good on sets at first, and there were points where she seemed very tense. At that time, with that “Televi-kun DVD”, she did a so-called “body-swap episode”. That was (Koichiro) Hayama’s group, and they did a thorough rehearsal before filming. After getting to do varied performances there, it seems like she came to enjoy it. Her expressions got gradually better.

Matsuura: That was the best performance she’s done (Laughs).

Minato: I think there are also a lot of people who didn’t watch the “Televi-kun DVD”, but it’s a work I’d certainly like them to watch.

Matsuura: On that note, I asked (Katsuhito) Onishi to write the “Televi-kun DVD” screenplay. And speaking of Onishi, I’m indebted to him for writing the script for “Gotchard Short Anime - Gotchanime: Gotcha Furasu High School’s Seven Wonders!” much in the same way… This is an article aimed towards TTFC members (lol), so let’s talk about the “Gotchanime” too.

Harashima: Okay. Well, I was allowed to do a lot of things, and that was fun (Laughs).

Minato: For some reason, I feel like I mostly just threw things away, I’m sorry about that… (Laughs)

Harashima: Don’t worry about it (Laughs). At the point in time that this article will enter the world, its final episode still hasn’t been broadcast, so please look forward to that.

Matsuura: Is there a behind-the-scenes story here?

Harashima: A behind-the-scenes story… (Considers for a while) Something unexpected was that episode 36, where the Hopper1 Malgam appeared and the TV series got a serious plot twist, was right when we could distribute a light-hearted story with the “Gotchanime”. I’m personally glad about that. We weren’t intending for it whatsoever, but it feels like there were many people who came to watch “Gotchanime” to feel better (Laughs) Like it was linked to the original work (the TV series) well. Again, at the start, what I heard from Matsuura was that it’s in a short anime, but there are separate contents and it’s a work in the world of “Gotchard”, so we should properly think about what components we’re putting in to “draw” people to watch it. We were aware of that while making it. More than anything, all of the cast members were excited, and did better than we imagined. Naturally, that was expected of (Misato) Fukuen, a pro in voice work. If there are still people who weren’t watching, it’s not too late even now, so please give it a watch right away. The final episode has a lot of surprises too!

Act 12: To Love, To Be Loved

TTFC: Matsuura, you were in charge of “The Dark Sisters Present Kamen Rider Gotchard: Unfinished Plans”.

Matsuura: Yes, I was very self-indulgent in my work (Laughs).

TTFC: Episode 0, “New Year’s Eve Special”, was very novel (Laughs).

Matsuura: That was natural because New Year’s Eve of 2023 was a Sunday, but “Gotchard” didn’t air that week. It was started so we could make something to coincide with that. We were really just scared that various things would be forgotten if it wasn’t airing, even for just a week. So I planned something on short notice. There were no other people I could ask to help, so I wrote the script and whatnot by myself in about half a day. Minato liked it when I showed it to him and asked if it was good, so then I rushed to finish it (Laughs). I’d done all the (audio) commentary episodes for “Donbros” with Minato, and that did well. I guess this was something we felt like we’d already done… The workload was already big since it’s a weekly schedule, and it felt like things were getting too repetitive for me as a creator. When I thought about how to make TTFC more interesting and less habitual, I remembered “Kamen Rider Zi-O: Supplementary Plans”.

[Footnote: A spin-off work released on TTFC in the early days of “Kamen Rider Zi-O’s” broadcast. Naturally, you can still watch all sixteen episodes in the present. With the recitation style of entrusting the script to the cast while they acted, the strong meta component was a distinct feature (Producer Shinichiro Shirakura was in charge of the script). There were many legend actors who guest starred in “Zi-O” on TV and then came in to appear on “Supplementary Plans”.]

I took inspiration from that for “Unfinished Plans”. Even though it’s released irregularly, I could continue it until the end. I definitely hope you look forward to the finale too.

TTFC: Information about Clotho’s model was only revealed in “Unfinished Plans”.

Matsuura: It wasn’t talked about in the TV show, so… When I asked Hasegawa to talk about the situation and write something for “Unfinished Plans”, he surprised me by immediately responding.

Minato: If you think about it, the Toei video Blu-Ray Collection’s extra video, “We Are Class 3G”, is like that too, but each of the various plans are independent from each other and became interesting-looking things. You don’t have to watch it all to enjoy the whole TV series.

Matsuura: To sum it up, I think it took the happiest form because of the charm that the cast and characters have was supported.

TTFC: “Class 3G” and the aforementioned Romeo and Juliet and such were like a “Gotchard Acting Troupe”. As for these members, it seems like no matter what they do or when, it always turns out interesting.

Minato: It’s valuable that all of the actors involved, including the adult cast, loved this work. That was definitely the strength of “Gotchard”.

TTFC: In the meantime, as for things you’re planning to show in September (of 2024) and beyond, there’s the “Final Stage” in four cities across the country.

Minato: This is also becoming a pretty extravagant matter. We’re making elaborate plans for it. The Final Stage, as already announced, had its script written by Hiroki Uchida. Regarding the developments beyond that… there are a lot of things that I can’t say yet. But, for all of the fans, I’ll tell you to please come and watch the Final Stage. Even with what’s being broadcast now, you can still see it!

Postscript

TTFC: Our time will be up before long, so I just have two points left. First of all, if you could talk about the director’s cut of the final episode, which will be released on TTFC…?

Minato: Okay. For this director’s cut, I have TTFC to thank for making my proposal a reality. So, from the beginning, I asked Uchida to freely write lines that got close to all the characters’ emotions, without taking the normal episode length into account too much.

Directors are people that normally think about length while filming too, but this was filmed with more room for the acting, so consequentially, the version of the finale that aired had a suitable amount of good scenes. Moreover, since the director’s cut is showing everything, I think the people who watched the TV version can enjoy it too.

TTFC: Thank you. Now, everyone, if you have anything else you want to share here, even something minor… (Laughs).

Matsuura: Umm… oh, right! There was one small thing. The hands that appear at the start of the opening are actually mine (Laughs). For some reason, Director Tasaki asked me to do it… So, for the fine individuals who want to see Matsuura’s hands, once again, please watch the OP on TTFC. That’s it. I wanted to say that somewhere (Laughs).

Minato: On that note, Harashima, you have a story about the roast beef stand, right?

Harashima: I did. That was a Yamaguchi episode… I think it was episode 31.

Minato: The scene where Kyoka and Lachesis are talking to each other at night. About the Ouroboros Realm, and the Dark Kings.

Harashima: I played the role of the woman working at that shop (Laughs). I was filmed for the back-and-forth with Kyoka in the filming stage, but a lot was cut out for the broadcast (Laughs). In the end, I show up in some shots, but you can’t see my face at all. So, I don’t think you would notice it, even if you rewatched it on TTFC, but all I can say is that I did actually appear in that scene (Laughs).

TTFC: I see… What about you, Minato?

Minato: It’s a little more serious of a story than what they’ve told, but it’s about Hotaro and Rinne. I thought about where the two of them would go and how to depict them for the whole year. But when I think about it, if they finally reached some kind of goal, their “youth” would end. It’s a program where the protagonist’s main ideal is to “push towards change without fear”, and if we showed that only until the conclusion, it would feel like it lost the spirit of “Gotchard”. So, in the summer movie and TV finale, the end of the story was shown, but I won’t hint at anything concrete for the future of those two. Again, I really focused on having those two be “Rider 1 and Rider 2” rather than “hero and heroine”. I wanted to emphasize that aspect. Something like an irreplaceable partner? It’s close to the Riders-1-and-2 relationship between Sento Kiryu and Ryuga Banjou in “Kamen Rider Build” (2017), but if we went that far, it would be a little too romantic (Laughs). It might change in many ways in the future, but for now, those two are good as they are. And if Hotaro, Rinne, or any other characters remain for a long time in the memories of anyone who watched “Gotchard”, that would make me happy.

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