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Chapter 22: A Snake in the Grass Smut & violence in this one though not mutually exclusive

Rowena was given the day off to recover from the tournament. It came at a good time too, she had gotten her period and was under the covers, hunched over in discomfort. Kid was out grabbing her what she needed and she hoped he wouldn’t cause a scene like the last time.

‘Kid what happened?!’ she cried at the sight of his bloody knuckles. He grunted, giving her a bag of items. She peered inside: tampons, pads, chocolate, a stuffed animal, a coloring book with zero coloring tools, and painkillers. He washed up in the bathroom, coming back to drape his coat over the foot of the bed. He undressed and crawled into bed with her. ‘Some punk tried to get smart with me while I was grabbing your stuff. Decided he could use a lesson in manners.’ He wrapped a muscled arm around her, bringing her close. ‘What an idiot,’ she murmured against his chest, kissing his pecs. ‘How long will this last for again?’ ‘Anywhere between three and seven days, give or take a day.’ He let out a low whine, nestling his head against her head.

She sighed, clutching his pillow to her body, inhaling deeply; it was a nice distraction from the throbbing pain in her lower abdomen. Taking a short nap, she slowly blinked awake to the sound of rustling next to her. Kid was setting aside chocolate and water for her on the bedside table.

His hair had been growing longer, fuller. The same went for his body, he was gaining significant muscle in his arms and chest. Most of the scars from his youth were nearly gone from how his skin stretched to accommodate his rippling muscles. She smiled at the slight wisp of a happy trail on his lower stomach as he took off his sash and belt. His pants dropped and she shivered as she took all of him in.

“Like what you see, perv?”

“Yes, if I had money I’d throw bills at you.”

“You couldn’t afford me,” he smirked, bringing her the bag.

She peered inside: her usual sanitary preferences, a wrapped tulip, gel pens and a random assortment of lollipops. Rowena smiled at him, lifting the blankets letting him in. She plucked the flower and smelled it as he cradled her against his chest.

She purred, “You’re stupid hot and thoughtful. Gonna marry you up so no one else can have you.”

Kid chuckled in approval, stroking her hair. She wound her leg in between his and cuddled closer to him.

“You’re not upset with me for losing yesterday are you?” she asked in a hushed tone.

He stopped stroking her hair, “No? You fluffed my ego in front of my men and I took some of their winnings. I’m good. ‘m happy.” She nodded against his chest, tapping his hand and he resumed stroking her hair.

“I suppose we should start looking for clues on the Cornu Ignis. You didn’t happen to notice any apothecary shops or anything resembling a store where you can buy weird shit?”

He shook his head, “I’ll send Killer and a squad to go look. Unless you can scry and find it yourself on a map?”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll try that later when my body stops hating me. For now, a search squad sounds good to me,” she clutched at her stomach, scowling through a passing cramp. Rowena felt crinkling cellophane touching her face. Through squinted eyes she saw Kid tapping her face with the chocolate bar.

“Eat, you’ll feel better.”

Giggling softly, she grabbed it from him. “Thanks but it doesn’t make the cramping stop, just makes it slightly more bearable cause chocolates delicious and distracting.”

“What’s it like?”

“What my period?”

He grunted in response.

“Terrible, don’t recommend it.”

His fingers plucked the chocolate from her grasp as she bit into empty air.

“HEY!”

He dangled it over her face, dodging her attempts to grab it back.

“It hurts and it feels like forever for it to pass. Imagine someone built you a tiny little house inside your body to prepare you for getting pregnant, and then every month, if that house doesn’t have something to nurture, it gets painfully torn down and flushed out of your body.”

Kid dropped the candy bar in her hands, frowning at the description. “Sounds dreadful. So, if you’re pregnant, does that mean you don’t go through this pain until the day the baby is born?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never been pregnant. It would mean that my period itself would stop for about nine months. But there are other growing pains to deal with during and after pregnancy that I don’t know a lot about. Why are you asking me?? Go read a book or something.” She shoved the last of the bar in her mouth before his fingers could take it away again.

“Just curious about the way you work,” he mumbled, twirling her hair in his fingers. “I’m not plotting anything. I was just wondering if there was something I could do to take your pain away.”

She snorted, “A baby will not take the pain away, having a baby is a pain in itself. Do you really not know anything about this?” He glared at her.

Rowena cupped his chin, “I wish you could take the pain away too but this is just one of those things out of our control. You being here with me is all I want,” she said tenderly, shifting upwards to give him a chaste kiss.

Killer joined them a few hours later carrying dinner and a map for them. As Killer and Kid charted out the next location on their journey, Rowena used her witch’s ladder on a local map to scry. Both groups worked hard into the night, jotting down notes and coordinates with deep concentration. By nightfall, they each had accomplished their tasks.

The Witch circled down the likely stores that would have the information they were looking for. She asked Killer to check them out and tell her what he finds and she would take over from there. Kid gave the man a list of supplies, produce and other inventory he wanted restocked on the ship for their departure.

As Killer was leaving, Kid stopped him and whispered something to him.

“Are you sure?” Killer asked with shock in his tone. Kid nodded, pushing him out the door.

“What’s up?” Rowena asked from under the sheets.

Kid turned the lights off and locked the door, crawling into bed with her. “Nothing important, let’s get some sleep,” he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

He listened to her breaths lull signaling sleep had found her. Kid huffed, his mind racing a mile a minute about their earlier conversation. He hadn’t meant anything by it at first but when he laid there only thinking about it for at least 45 minutes, Kid had a million scenarios going through his brain about the types of children they could have and the powers they could inherit.

For the first time in his life, he was excited at the prospect of having an actual family, that neither of them quite had. It would be theirs, and of course Killer would also be involved, but it would be theirs. That brought him enough inner peace to fall asleep.

𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧

Empty coffee mugs and beer glasses littered the dining table in the room. Clothes bags mixed with bags of new grade weapons and other items were shoved into one corner of the room, a pile of old sheets laid on the ground and loose clothing was scattered around. All clutter from the last two weeks of their stay in Dressrosa.

The bathroom was steamy, the shower had been running for well over 20 minutes but the occupants were no cleaner than when they first entered.

Rowena’s back and ass were pressed against the tile wall, her legs hung over Kid’s forearms as his large hands held her up by the backs of her thighs. The sound of the running water only just covering up the sound of wet squelching as Kid thrusted his cock into his future wife.

Rowena moaned as he sped up his rhythm, pressing his body against hers fully, trapping her to the wall leaving no room to move. His lips found her earlobe and he latched on to it, sucking hard. She moaned louder at that, she brought her hand down and started lightly tracing his chest with her fingernails, running them over his nipples with a sharp flick and he let out a grunt, his hips jolted harshly.

Rowena started whispering in his ear, “I love the way your fat cock spreads me open,” she whimpered as she said it.

Kid let go of her earlobe, gritting his teeth he pressed his forehead into her collarbone.

“I love feeling so small against your giant, dominating body. You could break me in half and I’d say thank you,” she let out a high pitch, his tip was rubbing her g-spot. He held her that way, pacing his hips to draw out her pleasure.

“When you make me cum, I feel surrounded by a white glow as it swallows me whole. You make me shake to my core and my body tingles in pleasure through the waves of euphoria,” she cried, pressing her tits firmly to his chest.

Kid let out a load, needy moan and sucked on her neck as softly as he could, licking and kissing the area. He adjusted his hold on her so he was cupping her ass cheeks, rubbing his thumbs into her skin as his fingers dug into her flesh. He began to rut faster and harder into her pussy, feeling her walls tug and cling to his cock as he thrusted in and out. He began panting loudly, he had made them wait long enough and he was ready for their release.

He looked in her eyes, “I got you,” he grinned at her and pulled all the way out before slamming into her core. Jackhammering into her until it pushed her over the edge with a cry. Kid came with her, pressing them into the wall as they rode it out together, loudly panting into each other, hearts beating against each other.

“Mmm your touch has gotten so much softer and sweeter, its making me feral for you,” she moaned into his jaw, gripping his biceps tightly.

“Only for you princess. Tell anyone and I’ll deny it and fuck you like a beast in front of them.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she licked up his neck, finding a spot to suck on. He gently pulled her off, bringing her lips to his to give her heated, passionate kisses. He brought her down and with a grunt, pulled from her kiss and her cunt; a trail of thin saliva pulled and snapped from their lips.

“Reign it in little Witch, we have things to do. You can milk me dry later.”

They finished getting dressed and ready for the day when Killer knocked on their door. He was slightly wet, having come in from a light rain shower outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Rowena went through her bags to find a pair of boots and hat.

Killer handed Kid a bag of books, “This was all I could find,” he said quietly.

Opening it, Kid scowled before quickly shutting the bag. Pet Ownership, Are You Ready For It? Graced the front cover of one book. Breeding, Separating the Kink from the Responsibility was in obnoxiously large print on the hardcover of the second book.

Kid shoved the bag back to Killer, snarling “Hide this.”

“I checked out the places Rowena suggested and only one looked like the type of place she’s looking for.”

“Let’s go then,” the Witch met them at the door, hopeful grin on her face.

The rain gently fell as the pirates walked through the town. Heat, Wire and UK joined up with them as they scouted for the shop. Rowena manipulated the rain’s trajectory leaving the pirates dry as they rounded the corners. Finally, they reached the outskirt of the town and came across a rather large looking warehouse. As the men walked through the door, Rowena took a step back, peering up at the windows of the second story. She thought she saw a curtain flutter; Kid was in the threshold calling for her.

“Sorry, got a weird vibe just now,” she muttered, walking inside.

The store was lined from floor to ceiling with shelves filled with glass bottles and vials. The crew walked through the rows while the couple walked to the front counter, ringing the bell. An old woman came through the back door, greeting the two with a cautious smile.

“How can I be of assistance?”

“Hello, I was wondering if you had any books or resources on antiquities. We’re looking for lost relics,” Rowena spoke.

“Hmm…Are you pirates?” the old lady eyed Kid warily.

“We’re merchants,” he scowled at her.

“And historians!” Rowena offered.

“Hmmm…We may have some books in the back but those are behind lock and key. Let me poke around,” she muttered, walking back through door she came from.

Killer whistled, motioning his head through the shelves. Rowena and Kid walked to the opposite side, speaking through the shelves.

“Rowena, do any of these ingredients look familiar?”

The Witch gave him a questioning look before picking up two vials off the shelf, examining the contents. Her brows furrowed, her eyes narrowing. She placed the bottles down and looked through the other shelves, becoming more frantic with each bottle she put down.

“Ro’ what is it?” Kid asked in a hushed voice, the pirates surrounded the Witch who was clutching a large bottle in her hands. She held it out in front of them, her face was shadowed but he could hear the anger in her voice.

“These are my fucking potions. Every single one in here. The ingredients are the same, even the fucking names are the same,” she hissed through gritted teeth. Kid took the bottle in her hands: Hangover Tonic, most of the ingredients he didn’t immediately recognize, save for the plants – those he knew because they were being grown on the Victoria Punk.

“Kid, I have a bad feeling about this,” Killer said in a low voice.

The woman came back to the counter, her hands were empty. They could hear someone lumbering down the stairs and Kid and Rowena walked to the counter; the other pirates held their positions in the shadows.

“How are these concoctions made? These ingredients listed are hard to come by,” Rowena asked.

“This shop was originally Eugene Gage’s, the former master of the estate. He was a well-known alchemist in this region who was killed during his voyages at sea to pirates. His family were thought to be lost at sea but after a few years they returned and now our prosperous shop is run by his son, Master Segal J. Gage who applied all the knowledge he gained during his return home.”

Rowena took a startled step back, eyes wide in surprise. “SEGAL?? As in J-Jamie?!?!”

“Who the fuck is that?” Kid snarled.

She said the name as a tall man came through the door. His hand was on his tall hat, it was pulled low over his face but Kid could make out brown hair poking underneath the brim.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. I cannot believe you’re still alive. How is my Whiny ‘Wena?”

Rowena’s jaw dropped and the bottle in her hands crashed to the floor. Kid scowled, moving in front of the startled Witch to shield her from the man.

“Another pirate? Figures. I kept tabs on you through some friends of my father after the Marines brought you to Mariejois. I was shocked when they sent you to be auctioned off instead of my request to have you brought to me. Even though I lead them directly to you. They thought they could cast me aside as if I didn’t hand them the biggest goddamn gift on a gold platter. I guess that’s corrupt bureaucracy for you! And then that fucking Warlord. I was there that day at the auction house – I was all set to bid a nice sum on you and that fat demonic pirate freak took you before they even presented you,” Segal Jamie Gage spat on the ground.

“You…lead them to me? The World Government?” her voice was barely a whisper as she moved to stand beside Kid. Kid in turn put a protective arm across her body.

“Of course, I did!!! The power and money they offered me for the Island of Witches? For the Grand Supreme and her up and coming replacement? I was stunned to be fair, didn’t know the details of your birthright until the Gorosei interrogated me.”

“Jamie, what did you do?” Rowena was shaking, a tear slid down her face.

“I told them all about your island. About how many of you there were, how many ships you had, your powers and your defenses. We all pretended to give a shit about you hags so you would help us rebuild our only way home. Only a small handful survived anyways when we finally made it back here.”

“But…you…you, you were my f-friend,” Rowena struggled to get the words out.

The man sneered, taking off his hat. His shaggy brown hair and eyes were the same, exactly how Rowena remembered him as a teenager. His brown eyes, ones that she once thought held warmth, familiarity, love for her even – they were only cold and hard now as he leered at her.

“No, I wasn’t,” he began to laugh at her as tears ran down her face. “Oh, there she goes, crybaby Rowena! You never were without tears running down her face or whining for attention and someone to play with.”

Kid had enough, with a roar he lunged at the man. The old woman screamed but Gage made no attempt to move, his leer never left his face. Kid’s fist connected with Gage’s face but it had no effect on him. Instead, he heard Rowena shriek as she was thrown across the room, her body hit a shelf knocking it over. Killer and the others ran to her side, Kid ran back to her as well. There was a giant red mark on her cheek, the same spot Kid had punched Gage.

“HOW?!” Kid screamed at him.

Snickering he lifted his arm, pushing the sleeve back. Wound around his wrist sat a threaded bracelet layered with knots, gemstones and seashells tied into it.

“THAT’S MINE!” Rowena screamed from the ground.

“I know it is. Could you imagine my surprise when I found Hecate entering my shop? On the SAME day your island was sieged. Naturally, I couldn’t let her go. I kept her here for a few years, prying all her secrets from her, until she finally died with this stupid little thing in her hands. Do you want to see her bones? They’re still in her cell,” he started laughing cruelly.

Rowena rose to the ground, a murderous glare on her face. “What did you do to my mother?” she hissed out. Kid felt the tension in the room build up.

“Well…” Jamie grinned, still laughing. He didn’t notice the bottles on the shelves were all slightly trembling. “We took her little book of shadows and had her enhance our refinery, multiply our wealth, and even learned how to use your little Witch’s ladder. I used her blood to enhance this little bracelet, like I did for everything else. As long as I wear it I won’t get hurt, but you sure will. I nearly forgot I had it. It was by pure coincidence that I was sitting by the window when you all walked right into my shop,” he sneered.

“Miss Gretchen, go upstairs and alert the guards, then call the Donquixote family. I’m sure they would love to imprison some of the Worst Generation Pirates. Why don’t you stay awhile ‘Wena? Not like you’ll have much choice.”

“You’ve become Very arrogant, Jamie, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. I don’t like how you’ve grown up,” Rowena rasped as she rose from the ground.

Every glass bottle in the store shattered and the lights began to flicker. Rowena was standing and her hair was whipping wildly around her head. Kid reached out to her but he could feel an invisible, wall-like force surrounding her, blocking him. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him from the glitching lights but Kid could swear he saw a hazy, red outline crackling around Rowena’s body. As if he was watching hatred and wrath manifest itself.

With a screech of anger, Rowena threw her hand out and glass shards flew into Miss Gretchen, lifting her up and slamming her into the wall. Every single shard pierced her body and kept her stuck like a prized mount. Her lifeless pulp of a body hung there, blood rapidly stained the wall as the old woman was drained completely.

Jamie took a step back, mouth agape as he stared at his late associate’s body. He was immediately surrounded by armed guards that came running down from the second floor from all the commotion. Kid and his crew immediately launched into attack, keeping Rowena enclosed between them as best they could manage.

“What’s the plan Rowena?” Kid repelled the bullets being shot at them.

“We get my witch’s ladder back; it needs to be cut with sea stone for the magic to nullify, which we have right here on my wand. Then, you can do whatever you want to him.”

The Kid Pirates made quick work of the guards, gutting, burning, and slicing them down. Jamie cowered and ran up the stairs, slamming and locking the door behind him.

“FAT CHANCE!” Kid roared, crumpling the metal door with a flex of his hand, smashing it down on a stirring guard.

The Kid Pirates and Witch raced up the stairs. There were a few rooms and open spaces so they dispersed, checking each one. Killer and Wire found Jamie in a bedroom whispering into a transponder snail which was immediately silenced. They carefully escorted him to the central room, calling out for Kid. Wire explored the rest of the rooms, looking for any valuables and finding quite a few. When Heat and UK rejoined Killer, they held Jamie between them, letting Killer know they found a trophy room.

Not liking the sound of that he went to investigate. Trophy room was not quite the word he would have used; it was filled with grotesque embalmed animals and other dismembered pieces in jars. There was a massive safe in the back wall and a glass shelf filled with baubles and trinkets.

He quickly left searching for Kid and Rowena after his second yell went unanswered. He went down a long hallway and found a gaping door. Killer sprinted through it and came to a stop when he saw Kid’s form standing eerily still.

He stood next to his Captain looking down at the Witch who was on her knees, soundlessly weeping over the remains of a chained woman. Killer nudged him and Kid took his coat and wrapped it over Rowena. Giving her shoulders a squeeze, he whispered to Rowena that he’d right back. She gripped his hand and shifting in her position, handing him her wand while tapping on the blade cover.

“The others have Jamie but we found him using a transponder snail. Don’t know how much time we’ve got. There’s a safe too.”

Kid nodded and walked to the main area; his scowl turned into a sneer when he saw Jamie. He stomped over to him and unsheathed the wand. Holding it warily, he gripped the witches ladder and slid the thin blade through the material, slicing it off. He was tempted to break Jamie’s arm but restrained the urge just in case the magic wasn’t broken.

“UK hold him alone for a few. Heat go to the main bedroom and see if there’s anything worth taking. Killer let’s break that safe. We’re taking him back to the ship, tonight. May have to leave Dressrosa earlier than planned.”

“What are we gonna do about the back room?”

“Whatever she wants. Let’s move, we have 10 minutes.”

Killer and Kid entered the trophy room and the Supernova ripped the safe apart with his power. Sitting inside they found money, some wrapped packages, a worn notebook, large boxes, and jewels. They quickly piled the goods together in a large burlap sack that Killer found. With Killer carrying the bag, Kid handed some boxes to Heat who left the bedroom empty handed. Kid returned to the back room.

Rowena was still on the floor crying. Kid kneeled next her, pulling her into his side. “We gotta go,” he said gently lifting her up.

“Wait,” she choked out.

Kid held her against his chest as he turned to walk away.

“Kid please wait,” she sobbed and he paused.

“We had a complicated relationship but you didn’t deserve this fate, and you deserve a better funeral than what you’ll get,” she whispered to the corpse.

“Ignem accendat accendat, saeviat et utatur furore meo sicut cibus*!”

Kid felt the temperature rising suddenly as he broke out in a light sweat. The room felt stuffy and hot. Rowena stared at her mother’s body until it burst into flames. The fire engulfed the body quickly and began to fan out, flames licking up the walls towards the ceiling. Kid staggered back, the fire was quickly building and forced them out of the small room. Turning, he ran with Rowena in his arms.

“Let’s go!” he barked at the crew.

Picking up the goods and their hostage, the pirates raced down the stairs and out the shop doors. Heat stopped and lit up the shop floor. They were running down the street when the top floor of the shop blew out. Taking backstreets, Kid spoke urgently and quietly as they snuck through the shadows, trying to not draw attention to themselves.

“Get this all back to the ship and stay alert, if a team sweeps the dock – kill them all. We’re going back to the room to grab our shit. We’ll be back by dawn. Oh, and make sure you break all the bones in this one’s feet and hands and throw him in a cell. I want some one-on-one time with him later.”

“You think it’s safe to wait until dawn?” asked Killer.

“No so have the ship ready to sail before then!” Kid barked.

He gripped Rowena protectively as he raced back to their room. Making it without incident, he sat her on the bed, cupping her face.

“Ro,’ I can’t imagine you’re doing ok but I’m going to ask anyways. How are you holding up?”

Sobbing, she looked into his eyes sorrowfully, “Kill him for me.”

“I’ll do that and more, don’t you worry about it. First we need to get all our shit together and to the ship. Can you help me do that?” He held her face, wiping her tears away gently. She nodded as she held on to his hands.

“I need my wand and a box or chest.”

He kissed her still-reddened cheek and brought her the items. He placed a large wooden chest in front of her as she pointed her wand at it.

“Aperta spatium munitum. Ligatus in sanguine fit voluntas tua**,” the chest made an inexplicable sound and shuddered before stilling once more.

Rowena unsheathed the tip, “This will sting for a second,” and holding Kid’s hand she sliced his palm with the thin blade.

He hissed as his blood began to run. She laid out her palm and did the same to herself, wincing in pain.

“Place your palm on the top,” she instructed as she did so to one side. Kid laid his hand down and on impact he felt as if the box was tugging on him. It was a brief feeling, gone in an instant.

The lid popped open, the inside was bare but when Kid looked at it, it almost seemed deeper. It was like looking at a mirage inside the box, the floor just appeared as if it was several feet below them but the chest itself was only about two and a half feet tall.

“This is ours now. It won’t open for anyone else; it’s sealed with our blood so we’re the only ones it will open for,” she explained as she took his sliced palm and wrapped a strip of her top over the wound. The wound on her hand was already coagulated and Kid could see a thin membrane of reformed skin.

“And now we fill it up? We have a lot of stuff though,” Kid straightened up as he brought their belongings to her.

“It works like my waist bag, there is now an infinite amount of storage space, just toss it all in.”

She used her magic to levitate half of their shopping bags. Together they made quick work of packing, occasionally stopping if they thought they heard alarms or soldiers running around. It was not more than an hour since the fire and Kid didn’t want to tempt fate by waiting too long. He carried the chest as he and Rowena slipped out of the rented room and made their way to the docks.

It was the right decision – as they sprinted through more back alleys, they heard the sounds of marching and calls for arrest for them.

“Are they after us?” Killer met them on the deck.

“Yeah on our asses. Where is the burlap sack? I want to make sure we got what we came for otherwise we’re fucked.”

They followed Killer below the ship – Rowena had not been down that far before but in the hull she found there was a small prisoner holding cell. Inside was Jamie, bound and gagged. His extremities looked purple and three sizes too big. Kid and Killer pulled out the sack’s contents while Rowena glared at Jamie as he made muffled pleas she couldn’t understand.

“Ro’ is this it?” Kid called out, an open box in his hands.

She stepped to him and pulled out the contents. Inside was a long, curved horn. It was sleek black in appearance and adorned with metals on the tip and base. Engraved in the side was a crude depiction of the dragon that decorated Rowena’s back.

“The Cornu Ignis! How did you end up with it?” She snarled at Jamie, ripping the gag out of his mouth.

“Your mother had it when we captured her. Please, Rowena, please let me go. We used to be friends, you used to be nice!!!” he begged.

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I’m only nice to my friends. We’re not friends and apparently we never were. Your begging means nothing to me,” she said coldly. “You’re really arrogant. Thinking I would save a man that did what you did. I KNOW the only way you were able to constrain her was by binding her magic. I’m not sure which makes me sicker, the thought that you’ve been using magic or that you’re familiar with the methods the Witch Hunters used.”

Rowena reinserted the gag, “We got what we came for, thank you Kid.” She placed the horn back in the box.

Kid turned to Killer, “Get us out of here. Have Heat put the chest on deck in my quarters, I’m going to be here a while.”

“Uhhh, we’re not going to talk abou—”

“NOW KILLER. We’re in the middle of fleeing!”

Killer left the three of them alone.

Jamie looked at them warily through the open cell door as the two pirates stood together staring at him.

Kid placed his arm around Rowena, “You don’t need to be here, you should go to bed. I can take care of this myself.”

She looked up at him, “I want to stay. I’m on your ship right now with you because this person I thought was my friend, turned out to be a snake that set off the chain of events that destroyed my old life. I want you to show me how you’ll kill this man for what he did to me, Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid.

The Supernova looked into her eyes, “Do you…want to help me?”

Rowena’s eyes darkened, then she nodded. Jamie began hyperventilating. Kid’s eyes began to glower as a wicked smile came over his face.

“Straw Hat may have liberated you before but now it’s my turn. I’ll get revenge for you, for all your suffering.” He leaned down and kissed her, dipping her low.

It was early morning when the couple made it to their shared cabin. They quickly showered before collapsing naked in bed. Kid settled into his side and pulled Rowena on top of him, kissing her passionately. His hand cupped her ass, pressing her into his body when the door knocked.

“Enter,” he said gruffly, not moving the Witch from her position but draping a blanket over her body.

“I have a repo– do you need a moment? I can come back,” Killer faltered.

“No, make it quick or I’ll continue with you in here.” Rowena looked at the blonde man apologetically, laying her head down on Kid’s chest to hide her embarrassment.

“Please don’t. We were made in Dressrosa. As we were leaving the country the sirens started going off but we were already past the outer wall. We were smart to leave when we did. I expect it’ll be in the news soon enough. That said, today’s paper has some news on the Big Mom Pirates. A high-ranking officer’s ship was spotted heading in the direction of Dressrosa, allegedly one of the Sweet Generals is on board. Just want to make you aware, should we change course?”

“Interesting. Stay the course. If we run into them, we’ll run into them,” he gave Killer a twisted smirk.

Killer nodded, backing out of the room. “Is the prisoner taken care of?”

“Toss the remains overboard and feed the sharks.” Killer shut the door.

Turning his attention back to Rowena, Kid unwrapped her body and laid her down next to him, turning on side to face her. He pushed back the hair on her face.

“I’m gonna ask again. How are you holding up?”

“I feel alive.” She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing it.

“Thank you Captain Kid,” she kissed his hand again.

Kid felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips as he kept stroking her skin. After a moment, it went away.

“Not to ruin…a pivotal moment in our relationship but…”

“Yes?”

“You said Jamie was using magic. Were you ever going to tell me that regular people could use magic?”

“…No.”

Kid’s heart sank and an ember of betrayal sparked in his gut.

“Why?”

“It’s…complicated history. People with devil fruit powers can’t perform magic like Witches can because your fruit boxed you into one branch of magic. For normal people, they’d have to sell their soul to the Sea Devil, or worse. Please don’t ask me about this again.”

The ember died out but his heart still felt heavy.

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morganwrites-starwars · 11 months ago

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Time Waits for No One pt. 2

A Sequal to Time is a social construct.

Summary: What do you do when you time travel 50 years in the past with your Jedi son, accidentally adopt 3 more kids, and become Mand’alor? Din figured stopping a Sith uprising was a good answer. He just has to unite the Mandalorian factions, repair relationships with the Jedi, and stop a galactic civil war. Easy.

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Din was trying to decide if it was acceptable to drink right now. It was barely midday, but he felt that it should be acceptable, given the circumstances. Those circumstances being, of course, that the dar’jetii had actually been teamed up with Death Watch and had assisted them with the assault on Sundari. Oh, and the chances of them having a spy in Din’s court was high. Great, really great. Din was impressed with Qui-Gon’s ability to keep a straight face because, under his helmet, Din was rocking his best ‘of fucking course’ face. Must be a Jetii talent.

“Any chance your past seeing padawan can sniff out the aruetii?” Din asked, forehead resting on one of his hands.

Qui-gon lifted one of his hands from his robe to stroke his beard. “If Padawan Vos held an item that the spy had on them when they were perhaps reporting on what they saw, then yes, he may be able to identify them.”

“That’s a big ‘if’,” Jango said. “And I’m sure the Mando’ade wouldn’t appreciate a Jet’ika touching their stuff.”

“And it would be an exhausting process for Padawan Vos,” Qui-gon added. “Physically and mentally. He is not just seeing the past, but feeling the emotions associated with the memories.”

“Let’s just have Padawan Vos focus on the Sith that was in Sundari,” Din decided. “Let’s not overwork the kid for something that might not work. Chances are the aruetii would catch wind and run before we could find them. It's best to keep the element of surprise and not let them know we know.”

“Best we learn what we can about the Sith that attacked you. Hopefully, that will lead us to their conspirators, and we can find the spy from there,” Qui-gon concluded. Din nodded his agreement.

“Who knows about this?” Din asked Jango.

“Aside from us? Myles and the slicer who intercepted the aruetii’s message.”

“Make sure the slicer knows to keep quiet,” Din instructed. “Credits, vacation, whatever you need to make sure. We will keep this between us for now. And keep specifics off comms. Assume everything is compromised.”

“Shall we tell Obi-wan and your other children?” Qui-gon asked as Jango jumped to work on his datapad, likely messaging Myles in vague terms or some code they had.

Din sighed. “No. They’ll worry and want to help. Keep them out of it until we know more.”

“May I tell Master Tholme?” Qui-gon asked. “I would appreciate the help of another Jedi, as I assume you would like to keep this from the Council for now.”

“You assume right.” Din thought about it. On one hand, Din didn’t know the other Jetii Master nearly enough to trust him. On the other, he was apparently a Jetii spy. “Tell him about Death Watch, not the traitor. I don’t want that getting out if I can help it. We’re in a delicate place as it is.”

Qui-gon bowed and left the room. Din leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. It was quiet in his office for a peaceful moment. Din allowed himself to close his eyes and think. Barely a year ago, Din’s worries centered around keeping his small green magic child safe. Now, he was worried about Sith, the fate of the Mandalorian people, three other children, and a small green magical child. What would the Armorer say at a time like this?

The ka’ra blesses its strongest verde with the most difficult battles. Banthashit. If anything, the ka’ra was just throwing problems at him, like a child throwing rocks at zoo animals to see how they react. Din was sure one of the Jetii would tell him about how this was all in the Force’s plan and to trust things would turn out how they were meant to. Din said all this was the universe seeing how much stress and anxiety it could give one person before he inevitably snaps and does something stupid like fist-fight a Sith.

“You’re really keeping this a secret from your ade? Even Grogu?” Jango’s question broke Din out of his thoughts. Jango had put his datapad away and was rummaging through the cabinet on which he’d set his helmet. Jango emerged with a bottle of ne’tra gal Din had been gifted after his ascension to Mand’alor. Din had been told it was from one of the best brewers in the system. The quality of the stuff was wasted on Din. He’d grown up on homebrewed kri'gee, and had grown so used to its bitter taste and awful hangovers that the thought of sweet ale was slightly baffling. Suffice to say, Din didn’t mind that Jango seemed intent on drinking it. “I feel like you are too blunt to keep secrets.”

In response to Jango’s question, Din shrugged. “I don’t like lying and secrets. Complicates things. But I will to protect them.”

Jango looked to be in thought as he poured himself a drink. Din waved off his offer for a glass, and Jango set the bottle on the edge of Din’s desk before sitting in the plush chair. In moments like this, Din forgot how young Jango was. The man looked aged beyond his years as he sipped his ne’tra gal, frowning at the ceiling. His scars wrinkled, and Din noticed the bags that had deepened under Jango’s eyes. They’ve never truly disappeared in the months that Din has known him, but that had lightened. But now, they were as dark as the day Jango had demanded to speak to Din before Din had to stun him, triggering a seizure.

“Secrets eat you up on the inside,” Jango said flatly, his gaze not moving from the ceiling. Din let out a noncommittal hum, staying relaxed in his chair while keeping a sharp eye on Jango. The man kept silent and continued to look upwards, lifting his glass for a drink. Din thought about prying, but Jango could sometimes be sensitive, reacting poorly to any perceived signs of aggression. If Din pushed too hard or in the wrong way, Jango was liable to lash out. Din was confident he could handle it, of course, but it would set back any chance of learning about whatever had Jango in this funk.

“Sometimes it helps to share with someone you trust,” Din said. “Share the burden.” Din kept his tone calm and non-accusing. He hoped that if Jango didn’t share his secret with him, Jango would at least talk to Silas. Jango clenched his jaw and inhaled deeply before relaxing. He down the rest of his drink in one shot and set the glass down on Din’s desk before standing up.

“Yeah, it might,” Jango replied. “I’ll let you know if there are any updates.”

Din nodded, and Jango put his helmet on and swiftly left the room. Din hoped that wouldn’t come back to bite him in the shebs. Know his luck recently, it would.

Din’s comm rang with a message from Satine. It was a video of Obi-wan and Quinlan levitating Grogu, who looked to be having the time of his life. It came with the message of ‘ Apparently this is a common Jetii practice.’

Din shook his head, heart filling with fondness. He saved the video of his ade being cute to his secret folder (it was good for early morning existential crises) and stood up. He looked at the cup Jango left for a second before remembering that there were servants who cleaned his office, and they would clean it for him. It was another thing he often forgot- once, he walked in on some servants tidying his bed chambers and almost shot one on instinct. After that day, the staff had a little sign they would hang on his bed and office doors. Of course, Jango thought it was hilarious- a little reserve ‘do not disturb’ sign. Din was just happy no one had complained or wanted to quit.

Hungry? Din sent to Satine as he left his office.

Grogu just tried to eat a frog so I’ll say yes. Meet you at the dining halls?

Be there in 5

Din burned at the thought of his ade being publicly exposed, knowing it was possible that aruetii was in their midst. He wanted to bundle them up and take them somewhere safe- maybe make their own little hidden coven where spies and terrorists and Sith didn’t matter. Din knew they would hate it- he had hated it himself. Din had wanted to see the galaxy; it was the main reason he started training to be his tribe’s beroya. It was a way to provide for his tribe while still being able to get out of those sewers. Sure, they were home, but out there in the Razor Crest among the stars? That was where Din could have peace. No expectations, no worries. Just himself, and eventually Grogu, going with the flow of the galaxy. Maybe one day, once all this Sithly nonsense was over, Din could get a ship (when had the Razor Crest gone into production?) and show his ade a galaxy at relative peace. Maybe go to all the planets a Mandalorian bounty hunter never got to go to: Naboo, Alderaan, and the like. They could meet up with Obi-wan after his different missions. And, if Grogu was able, see the Jetii temple.

But those were thoughts for another day. Today, Din just needed to be there with his family and prepare himself for the boatload of banthshit heading his way.

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Mando'a translations: aruetii- traitor ka'ra- stars as the ruling council of fallen kings verde- soldiers, warriors ne'tra gal- black ale, sweet almost spicy black beer kri'gee- strong, bitter tasintg ale, cheap to produce and often resulted in painful hangovers

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paracosmenthusiast · 3 months ago

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Cruel Summer 3

The final installment! Please keep in mind it's still 18+ with some ~steamy~ action.

WC: 2.3k

With spring in swing and Will’s new curfew, Nancy was sitting three rows back from the boys at the movie theater and wishing she could be out with her own friends right now. With Steve.

She was starting to wish she’d bought popcorn. The movie wasn’t interesting, just some gross sci-fi flick that the kids wanted to see, and she was bored out of her mind.

More importantly, she was about ten minutes into the movie and she couldn’t get it out of her head that she’d seen Jonathan at the line for concessions. He’d glanced at her, briefly, but she’d seen him flex his hand, feeling the place where he’d cut himself so many months ago.

No. She was watching the kids.

Nancy slid out of her seat, ducking down and apologizing in a whisper to the people next to her as she tried to slip out of the theater. At the door, she glanced back, just to make sure the kids were fully engrossed in the film. They didn’t so much as look up, so she pulled the door open and slipped outside.

The air was a little easier to breathe out here, even filtered by the smell of stale popcorn and brightly colored slushies.

Nancy wandered down the hall, trying to be casual, her fingers curled tightly into a fist. She didn’t even realize how high her hopes were until she rounded the corner and saw the concessions stand was completely vacant except for an entirely too-bored employee.

Nancy’s heart dropped.

“Hey, thought that was you.”

And her heart stopped entirely. Nancy whirled around, one hand going to her chest. Jonathan was standing directly behind her, and started to smile apologetically, reaching out to steady her. “Sorry, Nance, didn’t mean to frighten you.”

She didn’t know what to say. This close she could smell his cologne, and she was thinking about that night in her bed.

Nothing had come of them after that. It felt further and further away with every week, even if she looked for him more and more.

“I was just taking my brother to the movies.” She was formulating a lie, already laughing at herself. “I wanted to say hi--”

Jonathan took her hand and started pulling her toward the doors.

“Oh—Jonathan, where are we going?” Nancy almost tripped over herself to keep up with him. He held the door for her, but only briefly before he was pulling her off to the side lot, where nobody really parked. They struggled over grass, dead from cars rolling over it, and past the dumpster.

“I just need to talk to you,” Jonathan said, finally, pulling her to a stop beside his car. “I didn’t want anyone to see you and get the wrong idea about us.”

That was bitter. She felt a wry smile twist her lips. “They’d get a much worse idea seeing us out here.”

His face fell, and at that moment, both of them seemed to realize he was still holding onto her hand.

Nancy cleared her throat. “Um, Jonathan. How are you?”

He blinked, and nearly flinched when she reached up to touch his cheek. “I’m okay, Nance. It’s...”

She waited. He was frozen, looking at her like a starved animal, like a man possessed. And then he blurted it out.

“Nancy, what happened to us?”

Her heart seized. “You didn’t wait for me.”

“I waited for a month.”

“That wasn’t enough time,” Nancy said. It was a whisper. She was still touching his face, thumb stroking over his cheek. She could feel the heat radiating off of him. “It wasn’t enough time.”

Jonathan leaned closer to her, so their foreheads were nearly touching. “How much is enough?”

Her lips were less than inch from his. She let her lips brush against his cheek, his jaw, trembling, almost standing on her toes with anticipation. His breath was shaky against her face.

She inhaled, that woodsy cologne, the smell took her back to that night, rosy light on her wallpaper, his body in the bed beside hers…

“What were we talking about?” She cleared her throat. “What?”

Jonathan cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in, and Nancy went willingly, melting into him, hands pressed to his chest, lips to his.

His teeth immediately found her lower lip, tugging on it, and she gasped into his mouth, one word: “Car.”

He pushed her against the side of the car, the kind of roughness she wouldn’t have anticipated from the oldest Byers, and put his hips against hers, reaching into his pocket and fumbling for the car keys.

She kissed his neck as he twisted the lock, and then he was pulling the door open and the two of them climbed into the back seat.

Barely had Nancy hit the seat before he followed her, and she felt his hands sliding up her shirt, gently kneading her breasts over her bra.

“Take it off,” Nancy breathed, struggling to stay upright, her skirt pulled all the way up exposing her pink underwear, his knee between her legs, warmth against her.

He wrapped his arms around her, up her shirt and unclasping her bra, and they worked together to pull the straps off, so she was bare beneath her shirt.

Jonathan pushed her (gently) down onto the seat, and then she felt his hips rocking into hers, a gentle but rhythmic grinding as he lowered his mouth to her stomach, kissing above her belly button.

She whimpered, and though it was unintentional, his name left her mouth.

What she really wasn’t expecting was the sharp nip of his teeth around her nipple, pushing her shirt up to make room. She moaned, an abrupt noise in the silence of the car, and in response he pressed himself against her, so she could feel how hard he was.

Moaned his name again, fingers going to his hair, and in response, he slid a hand between them, cupping her through her underwear and gently stroking.

“F-fuck...” Nancy threw her head back, arching her hips off the seat, eyes shut. “Jonathan--”

He kissed her neck, her jaw. When his lips found her mouth she kissed him back with a fervor, making up for every missed minute, bucking against his hand.

She tried to sit up, reaching for his belt, but barely had her fingers wrapped around the buckle before he pushed her back onto the seat. “Nance, it’s alright.”

His mouth was back on her nipple, teeth and tongue working it over, so her sentence was a string of high-pitched whimpers more than words.

“What?”

“I want you,” she whispered. “So it isn’t alright.”

He took his hands off of her, and though she protested by pressing her hips against him, it was only momentary because he was fumbling with his belt buckle, then unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Reached down on the ground, pulling condoms out of a box.

She tried to contain the hurt. “How many girls do you bring back here?”

“There’re two girls in the city.” He leaned down to kiss her, even as he was putting on the condom. “But that was months ago, Nance. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t be with someone else like this. You did something to me.”

She pulled him onto her, roughly, hands going up his shirt and digging into his back. It was all she needed to hear, especially with his mouth back on hers, gentle.

She wasn’t expecting it, so when she felt him press against the warm slickness between her legs, she gasped.

He stopped. “Are you okay?”

She met his eyes, nails digging into his back, and her voice was a growl. “Jonathan Byers, fuck me right now.”

A smile etched onto his face, lazy, and he pushed her flat onto the seat, and pushed himself into her.

She gasped the entire way in—It was tight, but didn’t hurt, wetness pooling on the seat beneath them and making the entrance easy.

His hips glued to hers, and he stopped there, rocking gently, one hand between them, thumb massaging her clit.

She uttered a curse, stammered it really, and Jonathan obediently began thrusting into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuckkk...” She knew she was leaving grooves in his back, but she couldn’t focus on that, could only focus on arching her hips to meet his thrusts, on the way his hands cupped her breasts, the way his lips and teeth felt on her neck. “Harder, do it—Ahh, ahh...”

She bit her lip, trying to silence the whimpers, head thrown back in pleasure. He had picked up the pace as she requested, and now thrust into her with some force, pushing one of her legs down to make room between her thighs.

She was hot. On fire, really, wetness running down her legs, pooling on the seat, her abdomen clenched tight as a spring. Every thrust was a cascade of pleasure, every stroke of his hand down her chest and side made her whimper.

“That’s really good,” Nancy said, trying to catch her breath. “That’s so good. Jonathan. Oh my god. Oh my—More—Harder.”

“Harder,” Jonathan said, and it was breathy, his voice. Husky. “You want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yess, please, fuck me as hard as you--” She was close to screaming now, her moans were loud and drawn out, clawing at his back and chest, pressing her hips up to meet him. She was so, so close…

His thumb on her clit was enough to send her into overdrive. She shook, violently, clenching around him, her moans trailing into something inaudible and high-pitched.

“Not quite yet,” Jonathan said. “I’m not finished.”

“Not fin--” She squeaked, unable to finish the words, because he was going deep now, every stroke hard and deep, until his hips slammed into hers, and she was crying his name.

“I like that.” Jonathan’s lips were inches from her ear. “You calling my name. You like it that much?”

She tried to nod, teeth on her lip, trying to contain the squeals.

“Don’t fight it. Let it out. Scream if you’ve got to...” His hand was gentle on her throat, thumb stroking the place where she felt her pulse beating erratically. “Come on, Nancy.”

He was goading her, and she was flying out of control toward orgasm. She started to cry his name again, and when she felt the pressure of his hand tightening on her throat, it did her in.

She was orgasming.

It was a hundred times better than the head of the shower, than her fingers rushed against her labia before school. He was driving into her without pause, hand around her throat, telling her what to do.

“Please,” she gasped, voice hoarse. “Jonathan, Jonathan, please. It’s too much.”

It was fireworks behind her eyelids, her stomach clenching, feeling her walls tighten around him with every thrust. The pleasure was enormous, but her skin was on fire. She felt like she was going to explode.

“I’m almost there.” Jonathan kissed her, gently, fingers loosening on her throat. She whimpered into his mouth. “Let it happen. You’re with me, alright? I’ve got you.”

Wetness on her cheek—tears slipping from her eyes, dripping off her jaw. It was all too much, the feel of his skin, the hotness of his breath on her neck as he thrust into her. She wanted the moment to go on and on.

His fingers were tight around her throat again, as her moans were building up to a crescendo again. “Come, Nancy. Again.”

She didn’t have a choice. She was tired and it was hitting her, wave after wave, his hips rhythmic and deep into her, pounding her into the seat. She let go, and felt a flood of wetness between her legs, orgasming hard, muscles clenching around him, squealing like a little girl.

“Good girl.” He hummed approval in her ear, kissing her cheek, letting go of her throat, kissing down her jaw and toward her lips, still thrusting into her, but harder and slower, until it hurt, until she was crying faster, whimpering his name, begging him to finish inside her, begging for him to keep going.

He thrust into her and she felt him stutter, hips jolting against hers, and he leaned into her. Chest heaving.

She couldn’t even speak. Tears trickling down her face, gasping for air, all of her skin red and hot and flushed.

“Jesus,” Jonathan said. Gently, he pulled out of her, so she ached without him, and then carefully flipped her skirt down.

Nancy reached for the back of the seat and hauled herself up, hair mussed and ruined, skin boiling, sweat sliding down her back. He was grinning that lofty grin, one hand on his dick, pulling the condom off and tying it.

She couldn’t speak. Mouthed a couple words, trying to figure out what to say.

“You loved it,” he said. He was kidding, she could tell from the openness of his smile.

“I love you,” was all she could say.

His mouth fell open. Smile vanished, just like that, all arrogance dissipated instantly. “You what?”

“I love you. I mean—I’m in love with you. That was—really good, that was really good, Jonathan, but… I just missed you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Shaking. “I didn’t know how badly I needed to be with you.”

“I don’t...”

“I’m not saying that because of this! I love you. I’ve loved you since that night in my bedroom. You stayed with me.” She held tightly to him, worried about where he was going, worried he might try to slide away as he had back then.

Until she felt his arms around her waist. “I love you too, Nance.”

Relief poured over her, and Nancy slid over the seat and into his lap, her soaked panties pressed to him.

“Movie’s still got at least forty-five minutes,” Nancy whispered. “Let’s go again.”

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mammonsturtle · 2 years ago

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Here Until The End

So I felt inspired to write something new. I’m taking some ideas from @rainiishowers on their post on MC with senior pets. Check out their blog, they write some good stuff. :]

Also me not finishing the end of my first series, but that can wait. Basically just a talking heads fic. Not proofread, may contain mistakes, ‘keep reading’ is used to shorten page

A/N : MC is adopted in this fic

CW: Mentions of mortality, pet loss

Summary: MC has volunteered to be a hospice to two Devildom pets, and reminds the brothers of their own mortality.

You had a request for Lord Diavolo, something to enrich your stay in the Devildom besides being the exchange student living with the Avatars of sin. Something that you were passionate about, and gave you a piece what you did back home. Providing hospice care to cats and dogs in the human world.

Despite Lucifer’s initial opposition, Diavolo had allowed you to adopt one hellhound and one cat from the Devildom Dogs and Cats Home. He, however saw that you were being responsible and not one mention of you causing trouble when you with the brothers, so he had allowed it.

You had specifically requested to adopt out the oldest hound and cat together, which meant you were dedicating all your time to them and not with the brothers. You were there around the clock, making sure the old hound and cat were comfortable and you kept them company. An old hellhound with chronic arthritis and an aged cat that was nearly blind.

It had now been a month or two since Lucifer approved of the adoption, yet the honeymoon phase had passed. Lucifer had enough of his little brothers bugging him constantly over you not spending time with any of them. Minus Satan who was faithfully by your side in helping you look after the two pets. He was trying to get important work from Lord Diavolo in a timely manner, but whether from verbal or text formed complaints from his little brothers, he had enough.

“It’s not fair Luci!” Asmo whined loudly as he crossed his arms and pouted at the eldest. “All MC does now is spent time with them, it’s like they don’t want to do anything else. Those animals are cutting into time with us, more importantly me!” The fifth born frowns as your self care sessions and club nights with him had been pushed aside for staying home.

“MC doesn’t even want to go on our car drives unless that mutt’s coming! Not to mention Satan takes up all their time too.” Mammon grumbles as his frown was pronounced as Levi shoots Mammon a look but chimes in annoyance. “He says we’re not fit to take care of them, I have a pet too you know!” Levi whines as Belphie shakes his head.

“It’s not like you’d be taking them out Levi. Too much work.” Belphie piped up as Beelzebub groans, “But Belphie, you’re not out taking care of them with MC either, you’re always napping. I don’t think MC is taking care of themselves either, they always feed the animals before themselves.”

Lucifer huffs as he supposes he’d appease his little brothers for now. He pinches the bridge of his nose, “We’re going to have a civilized talk with MC then.” he directs as he gives the brothers a sharp look, already used to all of his brothers fighting over for time with MC. He wanted this to be quick, the sooner the better.

The brothers were making their way towards the quiet garden as they noticed you and Satan in the clearing threw he window. A large black and greyed hellhound was cuddled close to your side as you had the cat in your hold. Before Lucifer could say a thing, a loud yowl filled the air. The brothers all ducked behind the window as they peeked out, they could hear you soothing the disgruntled feline.

“I know...I know...You hate taking the medicine. But you did good Hex. I have get your meds refilled later this week.” You cooed as the black cat gave you a low hiss and hobbled over to Satan’s lap and nestled herself against him. Once the cat was off your lap, the old hound laid his head on your lap and you gently stroked his head.

Setting the syringe into a pouch that housed her many meds, Satan chuckles as he stroked the cat in his lap, “I know they gave these two a month or so until they pass, but do you think they’ll exceed their expectation?” he asks as you trace the grey lining of the hound’s muzzle, “We don’t know for sure Satan, she might. Hex and Balthazar will let us know when the time comes.”

Satan feels the low purr of the cat against his hand as he noted the corner of your eyes starting to mist up and you started blinking rapidly. “MC? Did I upset you?” Wrath asks as he frowns and you quickly shake your head, “No. No, you didn’t.” You take a breath and groaned as you wipe your eyes. “I should be used to this by now.” You sigh as Balthazar let out a small whine and you resume stroking him, his tail slowly wagging against the grass.

The brothers peered through their hiding spot from the window, they fought the urge to go down there and comfort you, but decided to hear you out. Mammon frowns as he half whispers to Lucifer, “Ya sure we can’t go down there? MC needs us!” Mammon was met with a swat from the eldest, “Shush.” Lucifer scolded lightly as they all wanted to hear was your perspective.

“May I ask how you decided to adopt senior pets?” Satan asks as he scooted closer to you, careful not to disturb Hex who was asleep in his lap. You looked thoughtful as you smiled bittersweetly, “I guess I should start at the beginning. Do you remember that I told you guys that I was adopted?” Satan nods as you continue, “I was about...nine? Almost ten. Most couples in the human want to adopt babies instead of older children. I suppose the same could be said for cats and dogs. Everyone loves puppies and kittens, and children are no different.”

You continued as you found Balthazar asleep in your lap, the hound snoring loudly as you couldn’t help but laugh softly. Endearing as it was to you, the rest of the brothers found it as a bother as you continued, “My parents who adopted me had a senior dog around the time I came into their home. Her name was Molly and she was a lovely little mutt. They said they adopted her because she was an older dog and no one wanted her despite her being a well mannered dog with a good disposition. And of course, no adopters wanted to deal with her medical needs.”

A tear fell from the corner of your eye as you recalled fond memories you spent with Molly, who became your constant companion. “She was a beautiful soul. All animals are. It’s a comfort to have an animal companion. We learn to be responsible, compassionate, and to understand the preciousness of life. To have a little being who sees nothing but the good in me. I suppose it was hard on me to have to let her go when the time came.”

Satan frowns as he sees your shoulders tremble and he could only know what happens next in this story. “And when her time came?” You sniffled loudly before wiping your eyes with your sleeve, “I was there with her, I held her. I kept telling her that I loved her and thanked her for being a part of my life. We went home in silence, I was holding her collar, along with her ashes. She’ll always be with me, and I can’t wait to see her again at the rainbow bridge.” You smile softly at them as the silence settled in, the same sentiment was palpable as you had dedicated so much time with the two hospice pets.

Satan was quiet for a moment as he handed you a handkerchief. You wiped your eyes and leaned against his side, and he continued, “Did you see yourself her? And in senior pets?” he inquires as you gave Satan a knowing look, not surprised that he read you perfectly when you had brought them home. You let out a soft chuckle, “I do see myself in senior pets yes. I know what it’s like being overlooked and not to be loved or cared for. I don’t want any of my pets to ever feel that way.”

“Would you do it again? To go through heartbreak again?” Satan questions as the cat stirs in her sleep and nudges the blonde for comfort, the latter gently cradled her in his arms in response. You simply smiled in response as you placed your head on Bal’s head, as the hound had been making soft whimpers in his sleep. “Yes. I would if it meant that the pets under my care got the best things in life, no matter how short of time they had with me.”

“I want them to know the feeling of finally having a home and to have a family. I don’t want them to be scared if someone will hurt them. I want them to feel safe and loved.” You where sure that tears were running freely down your cheek as you take a breath. “I’ve gone overboard with all the little achievements these two got to experience, I’m sure the brothers by now are sick of it. But I’m glad they got to experience it all before they’ll leave us, I’m sure I’ll see these two at the rainbow bridge too.”

“There’s a saying in the human world. ‘You can have pets all your life, but your pets only have you. You are their world. I want them to know on their last days, they’re with the people that loved them. I know when my time comes, I’d want to be surrounded by the people who loved me.” You sniffled as you wiped your tears, and this time you noticed Satan’s eyes starting to water. “Satan?” You wipe at his eyes with his own handkerchief and frown slightly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we’ve never said it sooner. I’m sorry I took your life for granted.” Satan apologizes as he takes your hand, and “I suppose we’ve become accustomed to you being here with us, we forget that you’re human. We’ve been blissfully unaware that you might leave us sooner than we’d like to admit.” Satan faltered as he bit his lip, refusing to cry in front of you. “I don’t like thinking about the day when you do leave us MC. But you have my word, and my brothers’ that we will be there by your side when it’s time for you to go.”

You only smile warmly at Satan and gave him a half hug, careful not to disturb the sleeping cat in his lap, “Thank you Satan. I know you and your brothers will be there.” As a breeze passed by, you let out a sigh as you were content and didn’t feel like doing anything right now as the two pets were asleep. “I think I’ll take a nap out here with Balthazar. Are you going in?” You ask and lean against the hellhound and Satan simply shakes his head and joins you.

All the brothers could feel your waves of distress through the pacts slowly calming down as the spying brothers remained silent. Lucifer and his brothers could only absorb everything they heard from your past and what you did now with these animals, they understood it now. Why you dedicated yourself to these animals and the preciousness of life that you so cherished now that you had faced death time and time again.

They so easily took life for granted, being such powerful beings they had forgotten about how short humans actually lived. How fragile they were, and that their life compared to them was just a blip. And how guilty they all felt now as they all put your life in danger at one point, with one being successful. To care for something other than yourself, you truly did have the blood of an angel flowing in you.

In silence, they all looked at each other and nodded as they made their way towards the garden as they originally planned. As they approached you and Satan, you were just settling in with Satan by your side before looking up at the brothers, “MC. Satan.” Lucifer begins as you groan a little and sit up, “Yes Luci?”

The eldest takes a breath as Satan gives him with a raised eyebrow, “May we join you?” he asks as you and Satan look at each other, the brothers’ behavior a bit suspicious since they hadn’t been too involved with you and Satan, “I guess you can, don’t you all have other things to do though? I’m sure you’d all be elsewhere than here.” You ask as the snores from the hound had returned.

“No, we want to stay with you. That’s all.” Lucifer states as he looks over at the sleeping pets, “And if you wish, we will all do our part in making sure these two will live out the best life while they are here with us.” The eldest states as you look at the younger brothers behind him, not all of them seemed as enthusiastic when you had brought them home. “You all are?”

The eldest nods as he figured Diavolo would keep an eye on you and the pets you boarded in his home, “Yes, of course. I’m sure Cerberus will enjoy the canine company. But...If this commitment is one you feel so strongly for, I will do everything in my power to aid you. And..” Lucifer sighs as he looks at you, “Suppose the time has come to say goodbye, it will be a bridge we will cross together.”

Levi stammered as he piped up, “Erm...MC, if you’d like I can make some digital scrapbooks for them...If you want, so we can remember all the little stuff they do.” Levi twiddled his thumbs as he stated, “If I get jealous...Just let me know, okay? I don’t mean to, but they are important to you, so...um..I’ll do better.” Beel was the next to speak, “Well...If they’re family members to you, then they’re family to us too.” Beel looked over at the sleeping animals, “If you need help giving them a good meal, I know all the pet friendly restaurants we can bring them to for a good meal. They’ll get the best before they have to leave us.”

Belphie hums as he nods, “Mhm. If it’s naptime like this, Beel and I can look after them while you take a break. Beel says you need to take care of yourself you know.‘“ Beel gives you a sheepish look and nods as well, “MC, you can’t look after them if you aren’t your best.” Asmo chimes in as he agrees, “That’s right MC! We have a lot of self care sessions to catch up on~ I suppose we can catch on it when these little ones are being cared for by the rest of the brothers~” Asmo winks as Mammon groans behind him. “If you want MC, I can post all the senior pets at the shelter to my Devilgram to get them homes~”

“Oi. Don’t think you’re going to take all of MC’s time-” Mammon nearly shouts before being smacked by Lucifer, “Mammon. They are asleep.” he scolded as Mammon huffed, “Well...Erm, well. If ya need anythin for Talon and Shookcranks, I’ll give ya help. For a price.” he mumbles a flustered statement. You let out a chuckle at Harrison Porter reference as you smile at your first man.

“Oh course, thank you Mammon. And thank you, all of you.” You smile at the seven demons before you, those that you loved surrounding you and you. They all started getting down in the grass, all being as close to you as possible. You sigh and closed your eyes, soon drifting off to sleep “I love you all, don’t you forget it.” All the brothers gave each other a knowing look, nodding at each other as they all followed you to sleep, for once, the rambunctious bunch in serenity with yourself and each other.

"We love you too MC and we will be here with you and always, until the end.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #my writing #obey me angst #cw pet loss #obey me reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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bloodlust ~ jasper hale;twilight

word count: 1754

request?: yes!

“I’m not sure if you do Twilight, but if so can you please write a Jasper Hale x reader where it’s just him coming to terms with his feelings and trying not to push the reader away just cause they’re human. Thank you no matter what love :))”

description: when she thinks he’s avoiding her because he hates her, he has to tell her his biggest secret

pairing: jasper hale x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

masterlist (one, two)

I didn’t understand Bella’s extreme obsession with Edward Cullen after they started dating until Jasper Hale started showing me the same attention.

I had known Jasper since the Cullens moved to Forks. Or rather I knew of Jasper. Much like his adopted siblings, Jasper kept to himself or to the Cullens. It wasn’t until our English teacher paired us together for a project that I finally got to know him.

Despite the whole school knowing that Jasper and Alice were together, I started to notice that the way he looked at me, or the way he treated me, mirrored Edward and Bella’s own romance. And before I knew it, my feelings also mirrored Bella’s.

I felt on top of the world to have the attention of such a beautiful man. I felt unworthy, but at the same time I felt a sense of pride. And overall, I felt strong, romantic feelings for Jasper; feelings I was sure he had for me as well.

Until he started ignoring me suddenly. He wouldn’t talk to me, he changed seats in English class to be further away from me. He wouldn’t even look at me when we were in the same room.

“He hates me,” I said to Jessica as Jasper drifted past me in the lunchroom without acknowledgement once again. “I don’t now why, but that’s the only reason I can think of that he’d be ignoring me.”

“Or Alice has him back on her chain,” Jessica suggested with a shrug.

“He and Alice broke up a while ago, Jess,” Angela pointed out. “Didn’t you know that?”

I laughed as Jessica shook her head. “The great gossip of Forks didn’t know something? Mark the calendar, Angela, this is a historic day.”

Jessica threw her nearly rock hard dinner roll at me.

That evening while I was home alone, a knock came at my front door. Confused, I went to answer. I was shocked to see Jasper stood there, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Jas?” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“I owe you an explanation,” he told me. “Care for a drive?”

I followed him to the flashy sports car he drove, one of very few in all of Forks - the others belonging to his siblings. He held the door open for me as I got in. He was in the driver’s seat and had the car started before I even had my seatbelt on.

Jasper’s driving was way too fast, and he was weaving in and out of the cars too carelessly. I was starting to regret my decision to get in his car. One hand was gripping the passenger door so tightly my knuckles were white. Jasper noticed and chuckled.

“Relax, I drive like this all the time,” he assured me.

“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I muttered. Jasper chuckled again, which made me slightly annoyed.

After some time, Jasper pulled up to a hiking trail a short ways out of town. I watched him unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. He paused, waiting for me to follow. I was starting to feel panicked and wondered why I had decided to go with him. Why had he brought me out here alone? Why hadn’t I told anyone where I was going before I left home?

We walked in silence for a while. I started falling behind, stumbling over the twigs and rocks. At one point I almost fell, but Jasper was quick to steady me.

“I forgot you can’t walk as quickly as I can,” he said. “We’re almost there.”

“Almost where?” I asked, but he had already started walking again.

We came to a clearing where the sun was just peaking through the trees. Jasper paused, looking back at me for a moment. “This is going to look silly for a moment, but know there is something serious underneath it.”

Before I could ask, Jasper stepped into one of the sunny patches. I gasped as his skin lit up like a diamond under light. He looked anywhere but at me, as if afraid to see what my reaction to this was.

I approached him slowly, extending a hand towards him. I poked some exposed skin, wondering if I was about to find out I was dreaming or that Jasper had never been real to begin with. His skin was cold and hard as stone, and I realized in that moment that I had never touched Jasper’s bare skin before.

“What is this?” I asked. “What are you showing me?”

“I heard you talking to Jessica and Angela at lunch today,” he explained, “about whether or not I hated you and if that was why I was avoiding you. But the truth is I was avoiding you for the opposite reason. I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I never could, but I’m dangerous. To you, anyways.”

I stepped back, feeling very uneasy. “What do you mean, Jas?”

“I’m not...human,” he explained. “And I haven’t been for decades. There are many names for what I am, but the most commonly used is vampire.”

I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I was convinced this was some sort of practical joke on me, but I didn’t think any of the Cullens were capable of doing that.

“Are...are all of you...” I started, trying to find my words.

“We are,” he confirmed. “Carlisle found all of us and changed most of us. There’s a very long history about our family. I won’t go into it now, I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked him.

Jasper stepped out of the light, his skin almost immediately returning to normal. Every logical part of me was telling me not to let Jasper get closer to me, but at the same time I trusted him. I didn’t think he was going to hurt me, I trusted him not to hurt me.

He reached out for me, but hesitated. Against my better judgement, I stepped forward to let him touch me. His hands were cold against the skin on my exposed arms. His golden eyes looked down into mine and I felt myself subconsciously leaning into his body.

“Because I feel something for you that I’ve never felt for anyone besides Alice before,” he told me. “And I know you feel the same way for me. I tried to distance myself for your safety. I’m still new to living with humans as I was the last to join the Cullen’s lifestyle of just feeding from animals, but I realized that was only hurting you more. I needed to tell you so that you could make your own decision about how you felt for me.”

He was right, it was a lot to take in. I had so many questions, but at the mention of Alice I realized there was one outstanding question I needed answered before we went any further.

“What about you and Alice?” I asked. “You two have been together...I guess basically forever. What made you two decide to break up?”

“Alice, Edward and I all have special powers that we developed after we were changed. Edward can read minds, I can feel and manipulate emotions - which is how I know for sure that you feel the same way for me - and Alice can see the future. She saw many visions that included you - most of which included the two of us in a romantic setting. I told her it would never happen because I loved her so much, but she was so sure I’d love you too. She told me to wait until we were paired up for that project and I’d actually get to know you, then I could make that decision.”

I winced. Knowing that Alice saw visions of her boyfriend falling in love with another woman - a human at that - before Jasper even knew I existed made me feel guilty.

“Was she angry?” I asked, my voice a whisper.

Jasper laughed, a beautiful sound that echoed through the otherwise empty woods. “Not at all. If anything, she was excited. She claims that you two are going to be best friends the way she is with Bella, and she’s very excited to have another female in the family. That is...if you’re still willing to be with me with...what you know now.”

I had to admit, the thought of the person I was in love with being a vampire was terrifying. Not because of the needing to drink blood to live - like I said, I trusted Jasper. If his or any of the Cullens’ desire for blood was a risk, they wouldn’t be living amongst humans. But the thought of growing old while Jasper remained the same age forever, of him eventually not wanting to be with me because of that age difference was terrifying. And the alternative...I didn’t want to consider that right now.

I moved closer to Jasper. He moved his hands to my waist, pulling me so that my body was touching his. Our lips were inches away, and I finally leaned in to close the gap between us.

His lips, much like the rest of his body, were cold, but I felt a sensation when kissing him that I had never felt before. I placed a hand against his face, gently stroking his hard skin as our lips moved perfectly together. His grip around my waist tightened a little, but not enough to hurt me. It felt more like he was making sure I wouldn’t disappear on him.

I pulled away first, resting my forehead against his. “I hope that gives you your answer.”

He smiled and I felt a happy sensation wash over me. I remembered he said he could manipulate the emotions of others and I wondered if his happiness was so strong that it was effecting me as well, or if he wanted me to know how happy he felt.

“We should get you home,” he said. “Your parents will probably be worried sick if they come home and you’re missing.”

“You’re right,” I said. I reluctantly pulled him his grasp, but took his hand in mine as we walked back to the car. “But can you not drive like a maniac on the way home? I’d rather not die of a heart attack in your car.”

Jasper chuckled. “No promises. One thing you have to learn about vampires, we love to go fast.”

#jasper hale #jasper hale imagine #jasper hale x reader #jackson rathbone #jackson rathebone imagine #jackson rathbone x reader #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight saga #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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loveislattes · 3 years ago

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1 + 10 = Dark and Primal (Predator/Prey) Kink

Summary: Exactly what the title says!

Warnings: Reader is gender-neutral but does own a vagina, primal kink roleplay, semi-public sex, dom/sub, squirting, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk. Ye have been warned!

A/N: This is the first fic drabble to come from the number prompt game!

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@underthedark13

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“Tell me something,” A deep, rich voice spoke suddenly, “What’s a darling thing like you doing out here, all alone, so late at night?”

Instantly your head whipped to the side, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the tree line for any sign of the stranger, but found nothing other than darkness in return. You were about ready to continue on your trek and blame it on the sleepless night when the intruder let out a rumbling chuckle, the noise echoing around you in every direction.

Hairs now standing on end, you clutched your bag tighter to your body and asked nervously, “Who-Who’s there?”

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

Your lips suddenly felt too dry, the night too cold, the lamp posts too dim, as you belatedly realized that you’d not seen another person on this sidewalk for way too long. It was just you and this stranger.

“I-I’m just walk-walking,” you stammered pitifully.

Dread pooled in your gut and the sense of being utterly alone and helpless intensified egregiously as one by one all the lamp posts in your line of sight flickered out.

“Ooh fuck,” you whispered.

Finally, your self-preservation instinct kicked in and you took off running. It was a dark night, the moon a sliver in waning crescent and providing almost no light. Every slap of your shoes on the ground felt like a league farther from the man. Even as your heart pounded in your ears and your lungs burned with the taste of blood, you didn’t dare slow down. How far would you have to run? Did you dare take your chances hiding out in the woods?

As soon as hope started to rise, it was quickly dashed back down.

“You humans, so fragile.”

The whispered voice in your ear tore a frantic scream from your throat, fear locking up your legs, sending you tumbling forward. Of course you would fall! It wasn’t until he laughed, a smooth luscious sound, that you realized you were braced tight for an impact that hadn’t come.

“What the…”

When your eyes finally opened, you saw the concrete of the sidewalk uncomfortably close to your face but not touching. And then you were lifted. Darkness shrouded your view as arms tightened around your torso and brought you back to your own two feet. A cool gentle breath caressed the shell of your ear seconds before you felt the familiar shape of a nose against your neck.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” he huffed bemusedly, “Think fast but run faster, little fawn, for it will take all of your abilities to escape me.”

“W-Who are you?!” you gasped out.

As the darkness left your vision and the hands retracted from your sides, he purred almost imperceptibly, “I go by Dark, but you may call me sir.”

Then all at once, you were alone. You hesitantly looked around, eyes wide with fear.

“RUN!”

A fearsome screech of terror scratched your throat raw as you stumbled and took off as quickly as possible. You knew if you stayed on the paved path he’d only catch you just as easily as before. You had to chance the forest.

No matter how quiet you tried to be, it felt like every noise you made called out to him thricefold. Your breaths sounded like alarms in your ears and the forest floor cried out like little spies with every timid step you made.

“Oh little fawn, where might you be?”

“Shit,” you whispered in shock.

How were you ever to evade him? It was obvious he wasn’t human. There was no possible way a human could catch up to you without making noise, could track you so perfectly in a nearly pitch black forest. Of course there were also the insane reflexes, catching you so close to the ground, and his ability to speak clearly to you while being nowhere in sight.

Oh so slowly, you let your guard down as you shuffled carefully through the heavily wooded area and got lost in your thoughts; finding out what he was, felt as important as hiding from him. A soft noise of triumph escaped your lips as you spotted a rather large hollow in the base of a giant tree. Your eyes darted around one last time to make sure you didn’t see anyone before you ducked into the wood shelter.

Just as your back pressed up against the trunk, you heard a twig snap outside. The forest was uncannily quiet, no sound of animals nor wind to impede noises made by either you or him.

“A smart little thing you are, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught as fear slammed your heart into your ribcage like a drum. His voice was close, too close. Another crunch of branches and leaves drew your eyes to the right of your hollow. Even in the darkness of the woods, his black pants stood out against the greens and browns. Your assailant was wearing… suit pants? Despite the silliness of the situation, your nerves only increased as he crept closer and closer to you.

“Where are you?” he sang out lowly.

Hushed humming graced your ears delightfully as he passed you, hands clasped behind his back as if simply taking a nice stroll. You couldn’t control the way your stomach fluttered as the beautiful cadence of his voice filled the hollow. Someone so dangerous shouldn’t sound so inviting.

A quick rush of air released from your lungs as he continued on without incident and relief filled your veins. Head falling back, you let your eyes close and took deep slow breaths.

“It’s adorable that you think you’ve won, my little fawn.”

There wasn’t a word deep enough to describe the bone-chilling terror that flooded your body at the sound of his voice so close. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, only to discover a pair of legs standing in front of your only exit.

“Come out now, admit defeat, and I might even be gentle with you, darling,” he offered slyly.

“Fuck you,” you grit out.

Before you could second guess your actions, you bolted forward, right into his legs. While you were sure you didn't harm him, your actions surprised him enough to allow you the room to shove by. You had made it only a couple feet when hands were on you, one gripping your shoulder while the other pinched around the nape of your neck. A cry of shock and pain fled your lips as he shoved you face-first up against the nearest tree and pinned you with his body. Escape was looking more and more like a fool’s dream and yet you didn’t stop wiggling, trying your hardest to break free to no avail.

“Mmm, I do love it when my dinner puts up a fight, makes you smell all that more delectable,” he purred as his thigh slipped between yours, “And don’t fool yourself into believing I can’t smell just how aroused you are.”

Mortification burned up your face and you bit your lower lip hard to contain the distraught noise that threatened to break forth as he leaned into you. The pressure of his thigh served to further argue his point, your panties soaking up the slick between your thighs.

“P-Please,” you whispered shakily.

“Please what?” he mocked, “Please let you go? Now, you know I can’t do that, darling. I’m absolutely ravenous and you’re ripe for the taking.”

Teeth gently grazed the tender flesh of your throat and sent goosebumps across your flesh.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a sweet little human to play with,” he groaned quietly.

Fingers teased the sliver of skin poking from beneath your top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with languid little strokes; teeth mimicking the action against your neck.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, darling. I’ve smelled your interest since the instant you started to run,” he whispered, giving another gentle roll of his hips.

Before you could contain it, an excited little squeak escaped as you felt the hardening bulge grind against your ass.

“There it is. Give in to me,” Dark murmured, “I promise this will be an experience unlike any other.”

You didn’t dare give an answer. The words felt too wrong on your tongue despite the sudden urge in your body demanding an agreement. As terrifying as he was, there was something about his presence that intrigued you. It felt like there was a war going on in your head as you gingerly wiggled your hips back against him and tilted your head to the side, allowing him full access to your neck.

The moan he gave in return made your knees weak.

In one rough movement, you heard the tell-tale rip of your shorts being ruined and then your hips were lifted in the next.

“Ooh, look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, little fawn,” he cooed mockingly as a finger danced across your lips, “It will be all the easier to make you mine.”

That was your only warning before his cock was lined up against your cunt, thick head breeching every so slightly before he slammed in. Tears sprung up into your eyes and you buried your face harder against the bark as a pathetic cry warbled out. It was devastating and heavenly all at once. When he didn’t follow up immediately, you couldn't help but arch back into him.

“What a needy little thing you are,” he chuckled, “I’m going to have so much fun with you before I destroy you.”

Never in a thousand years did you think you’d find yourself in this position, being hunted down and fucked in the middle of the forest, and yet there wasn’t a place you’d rather be in that moment.

Dark’s pace was brutal, the position even more so. Every thrust of his cock rocked you up against the tree, bark scraping and digging at your skin. Every attempt to move back sunk him deeper inside you. It felt like a never ending sea of desire. It wasn’t long until you were begging for more, until the sting of the micro cuts on your skin was just another layer to the destructive pleasure coiling in your core.

“You want more? You want to come? Then touch yourself,” he ordered huskily, “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock while I claim you as mine.”

His meaning came through loud and clear. He intended to mark you in the most primitive of ways, in ways no one had before. You’d never let any other come inside you, too afraid of the risks.

“N-No, don’t-”

Fingers dug into your wrist and jerked your hand down between your cunt and the tree, forcing you where you wanted it most.

“It’s no use, darling, it’s too late,” he snickered, “You’re already in the lion’s den and there’s no escape. Not anymore. You belong to me now.”

You could feel his teeth bared a wicked smile against your skin before they clamped down around your throat. Pain exploded and pulsed through your veins with every beat of your racing heart, and yet it pervertedly only urged you faster. Your fingers shook under the duress of all the sensations assaulting your nerves but you worked them nonetheless, too lost to the desire.

His moan rumbled through your very being as you tightened uncontrollably around him, teetering just on the edge of bliss.

“Mine.”

That one word was spoken with such conviction and punctuated with absolute abandon, all sanity lost as you seemingly became a means to an end; a prey to claim and fill.

“Mine! All mine,” he snarled against your shoulder, “Give yourself to me, now!”

His hand came to cover yours and joined in the efforts, frantically abusing your sensitive nub until finally it all snapped.

“Ah f-fuck, D-Dark, oh my god!”

Your ruse slipped as his name spilled from your lips, but you couldn’t care less as everything coalesced with a vengeance. The pain, the pleasure, the emotions. It was all worth it as your pleasure drenched your thighs, a sob falling from your lips in debauched relief. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy rocked through your core as he fucked you through your first climax into another, and then another.

Stifled grunt and moans shifted gradually into full blown snarls of bliss as he threw your hands up against the tree, pinning both with one while his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Shot after shot of hot cum filled your core, palpable with every throb of his cock, and you couldn’t resist melting back into him. With a final few thrusts, he released your hands only to pull you in close and hold you upright as he turned, putting himself between you and the tree as you both came down from the high.

“Holy hell,” you giggled, head tilting back to look up at him.

Dark gave a little chuckle and cupped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and directing you up into a gentle kiss.

“I promised the full experience. Was anything too much?” he asked.

“Mm-mm. It was perfect,” you whispered.

As best as you could in the awkward position, you snuggled back into him and pulled his arms around you.

“You can hunt me any time you want,” you admitted cheekily.

#dark/reader #primal kink #predator/prey #kink prompt #smut #fanfic

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poursomesunaonme · 3 years ago

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living room mural

author’s note:

minors for the love of god please dni

hi friends! happy kinktober! i’ve been hard at work making sure this was finished before the end of the month, y’all 😩😩 but anyways, here’s the finished product since my brain is officially mush 😎

but (more, i think) importantly, this is my first ever upload to tumblr (and soon ao3 once i get my account set up hehe)! i have a few more WIPs, especially one that i’m dead set on also releasing later this month! but i’m super excited to finally get on here after pining about it for months:)

i’m happy that i’m finally feeling like uploading my work somewhere and making new friends, so here’s to new beginnings:) also i still suck at working tumblr so we’re learning (pls bear with me this makes me feel so ancient); also if any of you beautiful souls have the time to beta read, it would be so, so, so much appreciated!<3

so, without further ado…

🤪🤪🤪

what could be more innocent than a home reno with your partner satoru gojo? the answer: literally anything (or nothing), this is the lovable fuckable gojo we’re talkin about! he takes painting the town red to a whole other level;)

word count: 11.8k (and no i’m not sorry)

content/warnings: reader is afab; established relationship w/ satoru; NOT beta-read (if anyone wants to help pls message me😭); about a gazillion pet names, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, choking, teasing, a microscopic speck of angst, praising, slight degradation, spitting, body painting (bc i’ve been on this shit for weeks now), does that count as exhibitionism if it’s plastered on the walls, reader is blindfolded, biting, breeding kink, daddy kink, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, edging, squirting, a sprinkle of fluff, gojo antagonizing poor nanami

(we’re gonna pretend that this paint is non-toxic and won’t permanently damage skin pls ignore how down despicable i am for this concept🥺😭)

The pungent scent of fresh paint and sawdust flooded my nostrils as I rolled the first coat of paint over the primed walls. The first stroke of beautiful white paint against the shit brown left me nearly breathless. I wanted to sit down and marvel at this step of progress, but the satisfaction of even a single stroke had me craving the finished product.

Before I got back to work, I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of Satoru working outside. He was sanding down the wood to build a bookshelf in the living room. The drone of the sander starting and stopping would provide a good rhythm for my work. A smile rose to my face as I heard him talking to himself in the same animated manner that he would use in speaking to other people. I sighed, looking back to the wall I had to tackle.

In a frenzy, I went to work, the roller gliding over the wall with ease. The streaks of paint turned into even blotches of beautiful white, which after thirty minutes of aching-inducing labor, was a finished work of a completely white wall. I stood back, setting down the roller. My fingers nimbly massaged my shoulder as I swung it around a bit to get out the cramps.

I had two more walls of white to do before I started on the last wall that we agreed to paint an olive green. The accent wall also happened to have the fireplace on it, which I was going to leave for last with how tedious the work would be. I went to the kitchen to grab a drink, deciding to make one for Satoru as well. Admiring the wall once again, I passed through the living room and looked out the back door, seeing him hard at work. The sweat glistened brightly on his forehead, accentuating his face that was contorted in focus on his task.

I kicked open the door, laughing at his face brightening when he saw me with his refreshment. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the bottom hem of his tank top, revealing his toned abs. I sighed, content, as he left his work to sit on the steps with me, groaning as his butt hit the cement. He lifted the goggles that he was wearing, setting them on his forehead. I handed him his drink wordlessly, watching his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped down the water.

Together, we looked out in the yard, bright with the light of the afternoon sun. It was the point in the day where the sun seemed to shine the brightest before the hue changed with the golden hour. The stacks of supplies littering the grass were the only indications that we were in the middle of a home renovation. Satoru’s work station was meticulously set up in his own specific way to make his task easier.

I set down my cup next to me after taking a sip, wiping the condensation of the glass off on my jeans. Flecks of paint littered them, down to the cuffs. Surprised, I pulled out the hem of my cami, seeing that I had also somehow gotten paint on the front of it as well. I guess I made the right decision to wear clothes I didn’t care too much about. Sighing, I picked up my glass once again, gulping down water to satiate my thirst.

“I have two more white walls to do, then it’s onto the fireplace wall,” I told him, our sweaty arms sticking together in the afternoon heat. As much as I enjoyed sitting with him in silence, I wanted to know how his work was coming along. He finished his water with a dramatic “ahh,” setting down the empty cup next to him.

“I have a lot more wood to sand down,” he commented, gesturing to the stack he had next to his workbench. “I did not think this through. Do you still want a bookshelf? I think that maybe we could do without it.”

I chuckled, nudging him with my elbow. “Yes, ‘Toru, I want one. But we can always just buy one from Ikea.” I smirked, mocking him with my next statement, hoping to injure his pride enough to spur him to finish the task. “But I at least thought that the best would be able to finish a simple bookshelf. Guess I was wrong.”

The corners of his mouth turned into a frown, lost in thought for a moment. I laughed as he jolted upright, playing right along into my hands. “I’ll finish it!”

Planting a quick kiss on my lips, he sprinted back to his work, grunting as he picked up another board and set it on his table. The sander turned on, doing its work as Satoru guided its movements with ease, muscles rippling in the afternoon sun. I watched for a bit, sipping my water as I watched him begin to sweat through his tank with his added effort. The sawdust that flew from the wood stuck to his skin.

After a few more minutes, my drink was finished. I set my hands on my knees, grunting as I stood up. Satoru noticed me taking my leave. I waved to him, which in response, he winked, gritting his teeth as he held the sander in place. I plucked our empty cups from the step, and entered the house once again. I set them in the kitchen, then got back to work on the next wall.

The work was easier as I got into a steady rhythm, even switching hands on occasion when my right arm started to wear out. The work was repetitive and calming; letting out a gruff laugh, I considered switching jobs to become a painter. It was exponentially less stressful than teaching. With a sigh, I stood back, realizing that in my reverie, I had finished the last two walls, both of which didn’t have anything that I had to paint around, making them easy to finish without incident.

I smiled to myself, wondering how Satoru was doing with his work. He had been so excited when he came up with the idea (it was more me putting the idea into his head and him taking the credit for it) of building a bookshelf for me, a light colored one that contributed to the peaceful atmosphere of the living room. I knew it would be the perfect piece that we had been looking for to complete the layout.

I sat down next to the can of green paint, prying it open and then dumping a healthy amount into the pan. I picked up the other roller, watching as it soaked up the pretty olive hue. Staring intently at the wall I had to tackle, the only thing I had to worry about was the fireplace, which we were still picking out a color for. Pieces of my hair fell out of my disheveled bun, tumbling into my eyes. I brushed them away, quickly deciding that I was going to worry about painting the wall directly next to the fireplace at the end of my work.

I thought halfway through the wall that being a professional painter would definitely be a viable side job, seeing as I was now working efficiently and had ascertained easy tips to make the work seamless. After I had finished the unblocked parts of the wall, I started at the bottom of the fireplace with a new, smaller brush, carefully tracing next to the painter’s tape. Both sides were finished quickly enough, only leaving the top of the mantle to tackle.

The fresh paint smell had attached to my body, my nose not even used to it after the seeming hours I had spent applying it to the walls. Standing on my tiptoes, I attempted to reach and stroke the paint blindly across the back edge of the mantle. No matter where I stood, I couldn’t see over the edge, and I certainly didn’t want to use a roller and get more on there than I needed. Sighing with frustration, I set down the brush on the pan. I straightened up, raking a hand through my hair, trying to figure out another way to tackle the situation.

“Only you can make painting look this good,” Satoru commented from behind me. I whirled around, seeing him leaning against the doorframe, covered in sawdust, arms crossed over his chest. His goggles were up against his hairline, pushing the hair up at a funny angle. I smiled, planting my hands on my hips and sauntering over to him. He whistled at my sultry approach and planted a kiss on my lips when I reached him.

“‘Toru,” I started sweetly, trailing a finger down his chest, “now that you’re here, would you be a doll for me and paint the spots above the mantle? I can’t reach.”

He stooped down, pressing a kiss into my sweaty forehead. “Of course, love.”

I clapped my hands, spinning back around and beginning a trot back to the fireplace. Satoru kept pace with me easily with long strides. I squealed as one of his large hands collided with my ass. I cast a glance at him, seeing the devilish grin that his spanking had caused.

He plucked the brush from the pan, dabbling a bit to get more on the bristles. With ease, he stood at the mantle, not even having to stand on his tiptoes to see what he was doing. I watched with arms crossed as he set long strokes across the base. His back muscles pulled taut and released with grace with his movements, the sparkling of his sweat glistening with the setting sun filtering in through the windows.

The sawdust that was sprinkled across his body had begun to fall off as his sweat dried, adding a certain kind of magic that only he could embody. He applied a few more strokes, then let his hand fall to his side, examining his work. Once he deemed it presentable, he turned back to me, an endearing smile gracing his lips.

I gently padded over to him, feeling like I was floating on air in the approach. He glided over to me, eyes looking me up and down from under his lids. I bit my lip, which seemed to surprise him as his eyebrows raised. Without warning, he lunged forward, brush extended. I tried to recoil, but my reflexes weren’t fast enough for the huge streak of paint he spread down my shirt.

I looked down at it, then back up at him. He let out a laugh, tossing the brush to the side, not bothering to look as it clattered over the covered floors. I jumped at him, swatting at him playfully. He grabbed my biceps with force and pulled me close to subdue me. It worked, but not before I squirmed in his embrace, making sure his shirt was covered in paint as well.

After I had stopped moving, his grip loosened and he pulled back, examining my shirt with a mock concern. He tugged at the hem, seeing that the stripe of paint had spread to cover the whole front of my shirt during our tussle.

“Hun, I think your shirt is ruined,” he commented, corners of his mouth turning up at the sight of my indignation. “Think you should get rid of it now.”

I decided to take his comment literally. I shoved him playfully, pulling it off over my head, revealing my bare chest. His jaw dropped as he tried to croak out a response to my actions, but I beat him to the punch.

“Guess I had no choice but to take it off,” I murmured, glancing at his shirt as well. He took the cue, slightly fumbling with the hem, but not making any move to remove it. I took a step toward him, my heart beginning to race. The afternoon air wasn’t nearly cold enough to make my nipples hard, but the sight of Satoru sure was. The golden light shining through the windows made him look like an angel with the way it illuminated the dust around him and the sweat still sitting on his skin.

“I think that would apply to you too, ‘Toru,” I teased, closing the gap with another step as I reached for the bottom of his shirt. He continued a forward movement, pressing his whole front against me, igniting a heat between my legs.

“‘Mkay,” he murmured, lifting a hand to gently stroke my hair. He tugged a bit, showing me the paint between his pinched fingers that he got from a few strands. I swatted his hand away, forcing his attention onto me. “Take it off then.”

A smile rose to my lips as I obliged happily, nimbly tugging his shirt up to reveal his chiseled abdomen. The sight never failed to take my breath away. I let my fingers skim over his muscles as I pulled his shirt up over his body. His arms lifted gracefully to make my job easier, and after throwing it to the side, he was bare chested.

Before I could lift my eyes to meet his, his lips met mine gently. A tiny moan left my lips as I let my hands find his arms. They skimmed up and down over his skin, eliciting heavy breaths from Satoru. The sawdust made things difficult, as it seemed to be everywhere and was rough on my fingertips. He pushed me backwards, beginning to get handsy as his tongue swiped over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth in response, letting out another moan, this one louder than the first, as his hands wandered around to my backside, giving my ass a solid squeeze, a cheek in each hand.

At the sound that I had made, I opened my eyes to see his reaction - which I was not in the least disappointed by. His eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed as his pupils blew out. Any sense of reservation with me was gone as soon as the vibrations left my throat. Half pushing, half carrying me, we collided with the fireplace wall.

The wet paint stuck to my skin, the scent once again invading my nostrils. I pulled away from the kiss, chest heaving. Satoru gave me a questioning glance before diving down to plant open mouthed kisses on my neck. My hands met his hair, lightly pushing him away, but he didn’t pay my efforts much attention.

“‘Toru, t-the paint’s still wet,” I squeaked as he sucked on the skin. He mumbled something against my neck before biting it lightly, tugging the skin between his teeth. The heat between my legs burst into an even more intense fire at Satoru’s passion. A feral groan left my lips as that one action sealed the wet walls’ fate for the night.

“Fuck it,” I sighed, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to me. Our lips collided again as he took full advantage of my eagerness, wrapping me up in his arms completely. They provided a buffer between my bare back and the green paint that covered it nonetheless. With a low moan, his fingers looped through the belt loops of my jeans, tugging me impossibly closer to him, eliciting a gasp that passed between our mouths.

The moment seemed to spark something within him as he pulled back from my mouth. I pouted, trying to stand on my tiptoes to reach his mouth again. My fingers danced across his shoulders, trying to ascertain from his facial expression what he wanted. He towered over me, eyes darkened with lust.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, pulling on my loops to emphasize his words. My response was immediate, obeying him fully, sticking out my tongue slightly as well. His hands untangled from my belt loops, ghosting over the skin of my chest up to my throat. One hand tightened around it while the other stroked my cheek lovingly. I blinked rapidly, waiting for him to do anything else.

I didn’t have to pout for much longer, as he had paused for a minute to gather spit in his mouth. Pursing his lips, he parted them slightly, letting a dribble of spit through them. Not faltering in my pose, I let it hit my tongue, watching intently as the rest of the warm liquid left his lips. Once he had finished, he gave my throat a light squeeze, signaling for me to swallow it. I obliged, taking it in full and giving him a sultry smile afterwards.

“God, you’re so hot,” he growled, our lips meeting once again. His hands left their position and wrapped around my waist once again, pulling me closer to him. As I was pried off the wall, my nipples perked at the cold hitting my back. It was accompanied by the strange feeling of the paint beginning to dry on it.

It wasn’t long before he slammed me against the far wall. At least, I thought it was. I was so disoriented already from Satoru’s intense onslaught of passionate kisses, but I didn’t care. One wall was already ruined, what was the hurt in fucking up the others?

The kissing was fierce, passionate. Both of us fought for dominance, though it was always Satoru who won out in the end, even when I decided to take control and pin him against the wall instead (which, in any case, I knew he enjoyed). Over and over we turned, covering every inch of the wall with our bodies.

It seemed that Satoru shared the same mentality, as the process repeated itself again and again until I pulled back to catch my breath. I glanced around, and a laugh escaped my lips. Satoru sighed, following my eyeline until a guffaw left his lungs as well. Our surveillance led us to the discovery that the initial makeout had left my entire backside (ass included) covered in green paint; this in turn, with Satoru’s slamming me against the far wall, had led to my ass displayed on every inch of it.

“Well, that was something I didn’t expect to ever see on the wall of a house,” I commented, bumping into my lover. He chuckled, planting a kiss on my temple. His arm wrapped around my waist, the warmth of his body sending a shiver through me.

“I personally love the view.” To emphasize his point, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it, leaving his hand covered in paint. “I think it’s missing something, though.”

“And what’s that?” I looked at him, seeing the usual devilish grin spread across his face. He didn’t even have to see my face to recognize the quizzical look that I would give him when he had one of his crazy ideas.

“Well, two things.” He held up two fingers to me like I didn’t know how to count. “First of all, I want your bare ass there, so take off your jeans. Second, mine isn’t there!”

I laughed, the sound echoing throughout the empty room. “What are we gonna do, slather paint all over your ass and have you stamp the walls?”

“Yeah? What else?” His nonchalant tone drew a giggle from me. My eyes widened with glee, not expecting him to have been serious at all. He turned to me, face brightening at my enthusiasm.

“Oh, this is gonna be golden!” I smirked, getting the paint roller and the pans of paint. Together, we stripped down bare, throwing our pants in a pile where our shirts were. Since my prints were already there, Satoru was adamant about getting painted first. Indulging him, I knelt on the ground, prying open a can of paint that we had bought in the hopes of finding a use for it. The pretty lilac color poured out into our spare paint tray. Satoru giggled in delight as I soaked the roller and gestured for him to turn around.

“Okay, it’s gonna be cold,” I warned, not hesitating to start to roll the paint on the back of his thighs and over his ass. He squealed like a schoolgirl, wincing at the temperature on his sensitive skin. “Chill out! You’ve faced worse than this, you baby.”

He didn’t say anything, but stilled his body as I put more than was needed on his skin. After I covered him with a copious amount, I tapped on his calf. “I think you’re good to try.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait to see!” He ran over to the wall and leaned against it, making sure his legs were flat against it as well. He gave me a dramatic look, crossing his arms to emphasize his mock impatience. Lifting his arm to check his imaginary watch, he sighed.

A soft smile rose to my lips, watching his theatrics. The golden light filtering in through the window illuminated him beautifully. The sawdust was almost completely shaken from his skin, as was a result of our fierce kissing earlier; however, a few motes still unstuck themselves from him and drifted away, looking like little fireflies in the dazzling light.

He sparkled like Christmas lights, standing there so nonchalantly, yet looking like a Renoir. The shadows cast by his handsome features cut so deep against his skin, the crests and valleys of his toned muscles like a landscape I felt like I had yet to explore. Eyes widening, I shook my head to bring myself from my staring.

“I don’t think it would take that long for it to settle,” I told him with a knowing smile. “Hop off and let’s see it.”

His eyes widened at the odd sensation as he pulled away from the wall. I gasped, seeing the stamp of his ass. I knew it was going to be hilarious, but the imprint of his ass seeming to hover over the backs of his thighs in the middle of the wall sent me into a fit of laughter. His laughter soon followed when he saw the shapes.

My stomach began to ache as I laid down on the ground, still in throes of giggles. Satoru came and sat down next to me, smoothing my hair down, watching me chuckle at the scene.

“Isn’t it just a work of art?” he commented. I rolled my eyes, sitting up and getting my own paint tray with the olive green still sitting inside of it. I stood up, turning and gesturing to the tools.

“My turn!” I sang, wiggling my ass. Without fail, Satoru’s hands cupped the bottom of it, lifting and shaking it. I craned my neck to see him watching it jiggle in wonder. With a sigh, I turned back around, waiting for him to roll paint onto it. Without warning, his teeth sunk into the fleshy skin.

“What the fuck!” I yelped, whirling around to flick him in the forehead. His teeth flashed into a grin as he narrowly avoided my fingers, picking up the roller instead. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“What? I just couldn’t help myself.” His sweet tone threatened to make my teeth rot. While it hurt at first, the pleasure of it was beginning to hit as the irritated skin began to heat up. I shifted uncomfortably, not exactly wanting to ask him to do it again, but wanting it all the same.

“Just paint my ass.”

“Now that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d hear coming out of your mouth,” he snickered, not even warning me that he was going to start. I sucked in a breath at the cool feeling on my bare skin, not wanting to show my discomfort as much as he did. The coolness felt wonderful on the spot where he bit me. He finished in a few seconds, the foreign sensation ceasing as quickly as it began.

I ran over to where he stamped the wall and sat against it. The height difference made me giggle as I imagined the print of my ass barely level with his thighs. After a few seconds, I pulled back, grimacing at the sticky sensation. I turned around and slapped a hand over my mouth, seeing the plumpness of my ass on the wall.

“We should frame that and put it in the Louvre,” Satoru joked, coming up beside me and wrapping an arm around me. I turned to him, pulling closer, our chests pressed against each other. My mouth was slightly ajar, not even wanting to say anything to him. We were both naked, and I wanted him.

When he looked down and saw my expression, he licked his lips hungrily before our lips collided. The kiss deepened without hesitation, with Satoru’s tongue slipping into my mouth. His arms enveloped me easily, pulling me closer, roaming all over my bare back. The gentle skim of his fingers sent shivers down my spine. He tilted his head down slightly, breaking the contact of our lips but not the rest of our faces. Our eyes met as we panted heavily.

“Lay down, sweets,” he murmured, cupping my face in his hands. I nodded and obeyed without a word, the tarp crinkling underneath me. A low whistle escaped his lips as I spread my legs for him, the cool air hitting my heat. He crouched down, marveling at the view before moving in closer. As he crawled to settle between my legs, something other than the tarp crinkled.

Our eyes widened as we looked to the source of the sound, finding that Satoru had accidentally placed his hand into the lilac paint. I opened my mouth to protest as Satoru shrugged and proceeded to continue his approach, but he held his clean hand up to his lips.

“Let me paint you, baby,” he murmured. I swear he could’ve slid inside me then and there because his statement nearly made me gush. His soft white hair tickled my inner thighs as he reached his journey’s end. He looped his arms around my thighs, his left hand smearing wet paint all over my leg.

The slippery sensation felt amazing as he squeezed and massaged them, planting kisses on the sensitive skin of my thighs that made my pussy flutter. He sighed, hot breath tickling the needy skin, before licking a stripe from my entrance to my clit. I moaned, arching my back at the contact. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair to hold on for dear life. He chuckled lowly, his painted hand untangling from my leg. He watched, beginning to suck on my clit, as his hand snaked up my body, leaving a trail of lilac paint.

Satoru’s huge hand kneaded my tit, leaving a handprint to mark his territory. I squirmed in his grasp, the chilly paint causing my nipples to perk into peaks. He pinched one as he buried his face in my pussy, picking up the pace. The movements of his hands were exaggerated, as he was entertaining himself by smearing paint all over my torso (of course he would be).

I pulled him closer by the hair, moans spilling from my lips. Even with my eyes squeezed shut, I could imagine everything that he was doing with the heightened senses that my arousal gifted me with. His other arm unwound itself from my leg and trailed up my torso, arriving at my mouth.

“Open up, princess,” he cooed against my pussy. I did as I was told and he didn’t hesitate to slip his pointer and middle finger inside. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking obediently, swirling my tongue around his fingers to coat them with my saliva before he pulled them out.

“Good girl.” He spread them apart, watching the trails of spit that webbed his fingers. He rubbed them on my clit, then swiftly plunged them into my cunt. I cried out as he curled them upwards, finding the spot he knew so well. He swirled them around a bit, finding a good rhythm and watching me squirm before gracing my clit with his mouth once again.

The second he began eating me out, I could already feel myself getting close. I couldn’t help that each exhale was an obnoxious moan; Satoru knew my body better than I did. The slurping sounds that came from between my legs would make a nun blush as he worked his hardest to bring me to a climax.

The heat spread everywhere on my body as the complementarity of Satoru’s rhythmic fingering and incessant tonguing worked together to stimulate me. My legs began to shake as my eyes rolled back into my head. My fingers pulled harder on his hair, telling him to keep it up since I couldn’t form the words with my own mouth.

“You’re close, hm?” he purred, scissoring his fingers against my velvet walls. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping him against me so he couldn’t escape.

“Mmhm,” I managed to squeak out. Without a word, he picked up his pace to reach a superhuman speed, my pussy throbbing against his mouth. The muscles constricted and loosened rapidly as it sucked his fingers deeper into my cunt. The intensifying loudness of my moans were telling of my quick approach to my orgasm.

“Cum for me, darling,” he egged me on, watching in satisfaction as I unraveled before him. I cried out, legs seizing up as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. He continued his onslaught, mouth and hand working to keep the stimulation going, while his other hand was still massaging my breast.

The waves of pleasure began to ebb away, and the stars cleared from my vision. I sighed happily, massaging Satoru’s scalp as he slowed his pace. My body jerked occasionally, still in the throes of the ebbing orgasm. He picked his head up, planting kisses up my abdomen, settling on the breast that he hadn’t covered in paint. His other hand remained in my cunt, still massaging my g-spot. Since his mouth wasn’t there, he used his thumb to rub my clit instead. My head spun as he tongued and sucked on my nipple, setting off fireworks all over my body.

“S’toru,” I whined, “kiss me… please?”

He released my nipple with a soft pop, teeth flashing in a luminous smile. “I love it when you beg for me,” he murmured, twisting his fingers deliciously. The buttery smoothness of his lips brushed against mine, fueling the flames in my belly. I melted into him, pliable as putty as he worked me into another climb up the mountain of pleasure.

“Ngh, fuck!” I choked out, gripping his shoulders. My moans were quickly muffled by his mouth on mine, enveloping the soft tissue and every sound that came from it. His lips were impossibly smooth, contradicting the roughness of his fingers that rolled within me. Satoru’s teeth bit and tugged on my bottom lip, before parting my lips with his tongue and gently sliding it inside my mouth. His face pulled away, watching my expression contort with neediness. The paint drying on his spare hand, he reached past my head, fumbling with his clothes.

I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, but it quickly snapped shut when I saw his blindfold dangling from his hand. The grin on his face was telling of what he was going to say, and I was more than eager to agree. Before I knew it, Satoru was slipping the blindfold over my head, settling it gently over my eyes, surprisingly all while still keeping a steady rhythm massaging my g-spot.

“You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” Satoru’s voice showered down on me from his position above. I could hear the smile in his tone at the sight of me splayed out underneath him, completely at his mercy. The thought made me nearly gush.

“Uh-huh, ‘Toru,” I moaned sweetly, relishing in the warmth of his body on mine. The brush of his lips on my mout nearly made me jump out of my skin, but I soon dissolved into the contact as his tongue slid inside of my mouth. He threatened to swallow me whole, our tongues intertwining like snakes, salia mixing sloppily.

“Can you take another, pretty girl?” Satoru’s lips left mine and whispered the question directly into my ear. The ghost of his breath brushed against sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. A whimper escaped me, but I nodded, clinging to his shoulders. He didn’t hesitate to plunge an extra finger into my cunt, letting my walls assimilate to the stretch. He spread his fingers wide within me, eliciting a cry from my lips.

“Too much,” I mumbled, the familiar feeling of the tears prickling in the bridge of my nose as I struggled to take his three fingers. Despite my whimpering, he continued, relentlessly curling his long fingers to tickle the spot that ruined me every time. As he continued gently pumping his digits into me, my walls assimilated to the girth.

“Helpin’ you get ready for the main show.” The smile was evident in his voice as he planted a kiss on my open mouth, ignoring my eyebrows knitting together, ignoring the trembling of my entire body, but especially ignoring my knees weakly struggling to come together, blocked by his hips lodged between them.

The alien chill of paint covered the skin of my throat as his hand wrapped around it, gently squeezing. My head began to pound with each beat of my heart. After a few more moments of his fingers dexterously massaging the soft skin of my neck, his hand traveled upwards, grabbing the sides of my face and squishing them together.

“Open up for me, darling,” he purred. I could feel brilliant blue eyes, darkened with lust, as they pierced through me. My mouth went dry as I forced it open. My tongue protruded, waiting for what I knew was to come. His finger brushed against my cheek as he pushed the blindfold up slightly, allowing me to watch the scene that unfolded. Without fail, Satoru stuck out his own tongue, watching lazily as the spit he gathered dropped from one mouth to another.

The fire in my belly exploded at the feral gleam in his eyes, at the renewed ferocity that he plunged his fingers into my cunt, at the tantalizing movement of his thumb on my clit. A gurgle escaped my lips at a particularly potent movement within me that zapped like electricity throughout my veins. My nails dug into his skin as I fought to keep my head from spinning off.

“Uh-uh,” Satoru tsked, shaking my head back and forth easily to emphasize his words. I hadn’t even realized that my mouth snapped shut. “Don’t swallow yet.”

A tear slipped from my bleary eyes, rolling down my cheek. His lips were on my face in an instant, kissing the wetness away. My lips trembled, along with my whole body, as Satoru’s digits wreaked havoc within my velvet walls. The fire in my belly spread throughout my limbs, rendering me a shaking mess as my orgasm came barrelling at me.

“S’toru?” I mewled, drool spilling from the corner of my mouth. He fixed his attention on me without words, eyes gleaming at me as they watched me struggle to string sounds together. “Can I swallow now?”

The question must’ve sounded so silly with the amount of spit impeding my speech, but Satoru only gently kissed my forehead, his voice rumbling against me. “Of course, princess.”

As the warm liquid descended down my throat, one of my hands ceased gripping his shoulder like a lifeline and fumbled around the tarp. I could feel his eyes looking inquisitively at me, but I ignored it as my hand found what I wanted. The gooey viscosity of the olive paint coated my hand. As I removed my hand from the tray, the excess paint dripped off, splattering onto the tarp. The foreign feeling of skin through the barrier of paint met my hand as I placed it on the back of Satoru’s neck, pulling him closer to me.

My lips met his ear, the pungent scent of the fresh paint flooding my nose once again at the proximity. “Can I cum, ‘Toru? ‘M close, babe.”

With a kiss to my neck, he removed his dexterous digits. I cried out, surprised by the empty feeling, missing the stimulation both inside and out of me. Looking down, I saw that Satoru had simultaneously begun to line himself with my entrance. My eyes widened as I saw what I had been hoping for, biting my lip in excitement. His body twisted slightly as he reached for something behind him.

“You want my dick?”

He already knew the answer. A cheeky smile lit up his face, telling me everything I needed to know. His ego needed to be stroked. I needed to be filled. Mutual interests.

I shoved those thoughts out of my head, filling them with my desire for Satoru and Satoru alone. We had chosen each other, claimed the other for ourselves. Passion filled the air around us, had already begun to seep through the walls of the house as we made it our own.

I nibbled on my lower lip, blinking my eyes like a doe. He softened seeing my expression, leaning down lower so that the hair that cascaded down tickled my forehead.

“Yes, daddy.”

His thick cock plunged into my weeping cunt all while he wrapped his freshly painted hand around my throat. A struggling moan left my lips as my body attempted to become accustomed to both feelings, but the overwhelming intensity of being stretched by his cock and being painted as his property sent my head spinning.

The blindfold slipped down over my eye once again at Satoru’s slow but powerful thrusts, leaving me dazed. The tarp beneath us crinkled loudly at our movements, but we paid it no mind. His pace halted for a second, then resumed as his other hand joined in on the Pollock that was my body. His other hand remained gripping my throat as the freshly coated member roamed my body, coating it in the beautiful lilac paint.

I fumbled blindly for my paint tray, my wandering hands finally finding purchase once I gripped the plastic. I pulled it closer to me and plunged my hands into the cool liquid, not caring that paint was dripping everywhere - down my arms, onto the tarp. They slunk over Satoru’s body, coating him in the beautiful olive hue. As much as I wanted to see the art I was making, I also loved that it would be a surprise when he let me take off the blindfold.

The tip of Satoru’s dick knocked against my cervix as he picked up his pace, his cock beginning to twitch within me. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, holding him closer to me. He pinched my nipples, face buried in the crook of my neck as my neediness brought him closer to his high. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hoisting myself up off the ground for him to get a better angle.

“Ah, fuck,” he panted into the sensitive skin of my neck, “you’re killin’ me, babe.”

I only smiled, tilting my head back at the way his hips rutted against mine, at the way his pubis rubbed against my clit so deliciously, at the way his balls slapped against the crease of my ass, dripping with the juices that flowed from my pussy. His tip nuzzled so perfectly within me that it brought tears to my eyes. My walls had stretched to accommodate his huge length, squeezing him so nicely.

The coil in my center needed to be unraveled. Moans poured from my lips as I used the leverage I had wrapped around him to feebly fuck him back, eliciting a string of curses falling from his mouth. Our tongues intertwined sloppily, ministrations pouring from mouth to mouth as we both approached our high.

“C-cum with me?” I panted against Satoru’s moist mouth. He only managed to get out a grunt as I felt him twitch inside me. He fucked me hard and fast, hot breath in my mouth. My wet hands roamed all over his body, quickly followed by my nails digging into his soft skin as fireworks exploded within me. Without warning, my orgasm hit harder than I expected, eliciting an obnoxious moan from my lungs as I held him impossibly close, squeezed him impossibly tighter.

That was all he needed as he came inside me, shuddering breath spewings against the soft skin of my chest as he planted open mouthed kisses against the unpainted inches of my breasts (at least, I hoped that he wasn’t ingesting paint). My walls continued to contract, milking him dry as I felt his hot seed spewing within me, painting the velvety soft walls of my sex.

My body convulsed with the power of the orgasm, my legs falling limp to the tarp, unable to hold themselves up anymore. His dick slipped out of me as my ass hit the ground, the empty feeling drawing a cry from my lips. I lay there, panting, feeling his cum leak out of me.

Satoru nestled into me, weighing on me like a security blanket, as we both recovered from our highs. My fingers tangled in his hair, relishing in the movement of his chest against mine, nothing separating us as we lay tangled on the floor of our living room, in our house, in the new chapter of our lives beginning. I pressed a kiss into his hair, letting out a content sigh.

I wanted to stay like this forever. To remain in the arms of my lover, on the floor of the living room in our new home. To freeze this moment where he was all mine, when his mind was only on me, on us, and nothing else. I knew that eventually we would both go back to work, he would go on amazing and dangerous missions, and I would be left alone in the empty house, waiting for him to come back. But, at least I would have this memory - I would know that I was his and he was mine.

“Let’s go on a field trip!” Satoru giggled, jolting me from my peaceful reverie. My hands flew to coat themselves in paint, as I knew that he was moving me away from the tray - and I wanted to continue with our game. His arms wrapped me up and lifted me. My nipples perked at the cool air on my back. Paint and cum dripped off my body as I wrapped my legs around his torso, squeaking at the slightest brush of his abs against my clit. In no time, we hit a wall. Satoru’s hands were on my ass in an instant, lowering me to sink down onto his dick.

A cry escaped my lips as I felt like being split in two all over again, our cum leaking all over his member from our last orgasm. A shudder rocked through my body as a breath hissed out of me. Nails burrowed into skin feebly to counteract the pain of his girth stretching me.

His fingers dug into the supple flesh of my ass, painting it with his lilac liquid as he easily suspended me against the wall. I felt the damp paint begin to streak across the wall as he bounced me up and down on his cock, his face buried in my neck, gently kissing and biting the sensitive skin.

The prickly feeling of tears in my nose rose to a peak as my clit dragged against his front. Swollen from overstimulation, it throbbed weakly, my cunt weeping at the painful pleasure. Tears began to stain the blindfold as they fell from my eyes, just barely leaking out from underneath to streak down my cheeks. I sniffled, clinging to Satoru’s broad shoulders.

At the sound, a chill hit my neck as Satoru removed his face. His lips were pressing to my cheeks instantly, kissing the tears away once again. Warmth spread all over my body, being wrapped up in the arms of the Sun itself.

“Oh, princess,” he muttered, still peppering kisses over my face even though the tears were gone. “Don’t cry! Look how well you’re taking my cock. You’re being so, so good for me, sweetness.”

I mustered up a smile at his praises as his lips collided with mine once again. Pressing my back against the wall, I angled my body so that I was able to grind in circles on him. The overstimulation zapped within me every few strokes, but it was beginning to ebb away at the rising crest of pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Satoru groaned, beginning to fuck into me faster. By now, all of his cum had leaked out of me, splattering distastefully onto the floor. He seemed to notice the sound at the same time I did, as it fueled him further.

“Maybe that attempt might not’ve gotten you pregnant,” he hissed into my ear, self control beginning to dissipate. “Maybe I should fuck another baby into you, hm?”

“Uh-huh,” was all I managed to force out at the ferocity in which he began railing into me. His energy never failed to amaze me, and never failed to pleasure me. One of my hands flew to the wall to steady myself, smearing paint all over it in the process.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s see you pumped full of cum again, baby. Is that what you want? Want me to cum in you again?”

His ministrations were nothing short of animalistic as he pushed, pressed, pinched every inch of my body, beginning to nip at the skin of my neck as he began to lose control. My feeble mind could barely keep up with his physical and spoken output. My eyes squeezed shut under the blindfold, then opened, seeing nothing.

“Yes, please, ‘Toru.” My breathing came in gasps as my high drew nearer. I could see stars in the corner of my vision as the coil in my belly threatened to unravel, spilling honey from my sex at every thrust.

“Please what?” The teasing tone of his voice was a poor cover up at the desire for me to satisfy him, to play into his fantasy that he wanted - no, needed to make a reality.

“Please - ngh!” I couldn’t finish the sentence. My mind was fogging up, halting all mental processes. All I could think about was his cock drilling into me, my walls weakly squeezing to keep up with his pace. His lips pressed against my chest, tasting the salt that covered my skin.

“Say it, baby.” The softness of his voice soothingly flowed over my ears, gently caressed me and carried me to the precipice of my orgasm. I drew a deep breath, forcing my brain to put together sounds.

“Please let me make you a daddy!”

The words tumbled from my lips like prayers, falling on the ears of a sympathetic god, who showed mercy by pounding into my sopping pussy. My lover, while he was the one who physically dominated me, was easily emotionally bent to my will like a spring sapling. His pace faltered slightly, then picked up with a new vigor as he processed my request.

“Oh, that… that’s my girl!” he forced out, cock twitching uncontrollably within me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up, while the other reached to grab my throat. At the stimulation of the sensitive skin, he pushed me over the edge of my orgasm. We came together for the second time, mixing his seed with my juices once again as they both ran down my thighs, spilling onto his cock.

The cries that came from my lips could’ve made the neighbors call the cops. We clung to each other, suspended in a mindblowing orgasm, his hips erratically slapping against mine. Hot breath mixed between our mouths as our lips collided, soft moans expelled between the both of them. We were so close - our breaths were mixing, I couldn’t tell where his body ended and mine began, we were truly one.

“I love dragging you around like my little braindead cumslut,” Satoru whispered into my ear. My eyebrows furrowed at his unprovoked statement. As much as I wanted to inquire on why he said it, I couldn’t help that his words made my walls clench around him.

All of a sudden, his arms disappeared, and I was supported by nothing. Struggling to find my bearings, being blindfolded, I flailed wildly. Satoru’s laughter drew a smile from my own lips as he caught me again and set me down, letting me find my footing.

I wanted to slap at him for teasing me, but my brain was still recovering, still searching my other senses to make sense of my reality. Before I could string two thoughts together, his hand was on the small of my back, guiding me a few paces away. Without warning, he pushed me over, sending me slamming face first into a wall.

“Fuck! ‘Toru, that hurt!” My whines fell on deaf ears as he spread my cheeks, whistling at the sight of the cum dripping between my thighs. My hands flew to brace myself on the wall as he began ramming into me once again, slipping in without incident. His hands slid down my arms, coating them in paint. They finally found purchase as they reached my hands, intertwining with my fingers and raising them far up over my head.

As much as I struggled against him, I was powerless to tear my hands from his grasp. His cock slid in and out of me seamlessly, coated with the results of… how many orgasms? Five? I didn’t know, I lost count. Satoru peppered my shoulders, the rutted blades of my back, the nape of my neck, with kisses, eliciting soft moans from my mouth in opposition to the jarring ones that occurred if he thrusted into me, hitting a certain point that made my body twitch.

His hands released mine and they fell to my eye level, resuming their position in holding me up against the wall. Right after I had righted myself, had steady footing, was about to fuck him back, he surprised me with slaps to my ass. They were oddly dulled. The paint.

I turned to look at him, sneakily pushing up the blindfold to take in the sight, watching as he, tongue sticking out of his lips in focus, reared back, hand dripping with paint. The cold sting of his palm met the sensitive skin of my ass as he cocked his arm back for another hit in quick succession, almost making a drumbeat of spanking my ass. The movement was carefree, as if he was swatting an annoying bug away from him.

Paint covered his front, the lilac and olive and white all mixing together to make a swirl of beauty. It mesmerized me, the way it clung to his body, emphasizing and complimenting his stunning figure, the valleys of his abdominals, the rugged landscape of his muscles.

I turned back to the wall, the blindfold slipping over my eyes once again. They squeezed shut as he ceased, obviously pleased with how the lilac paint melted in with the redness of the plowed skin. He grabbed my cheeks in his ginormous hands, gently massaging them, spreading and closing them, using them in ways that took both he and I to new heights of pleasure.

“Definitely think,” he panted, lips against my ear, “that we need to frame your ass.”

Before I could even open my mouth to answer, my hands were in his once again, but he twisted my arms around to my back. He looped an arm through mine, settling the lock at the crooks of my elbows, decommissioning my movements once again. My hands opened and snapped shut, grasping as nothing as his thrusts intensified.

His other hand, still damp with paint, roamed over my breasts, massaging and pinching the bare skin. They had been previously coated, but knowing how meticulous Satoru could be, he made sure they were absolutely slathered in copious amounts of his paint.

He pressed me into the wall again, and I felt the paint stick to the surface in the shape of my breasts. My cheeks flamed at the thought of my entire body painted across the living room walls. But I knew that Satoru loved it, that he would be drooling over it until I decided to paint over the walls and adjust the hues to match the aesthetic that I was aiming for.

With his free hand finished with creating art out of my breasts, it traveled north, finding purchase around my neck like a piece of jewelry I’d always worn. He squeezed lightly and tilted my head back, just barely restricting my airway enough for my breath to come in rasps.

“Open up, darling.”

Like a robot, my jaw dropped and my tongue shot out, waiting for the familiar feeling of his spit. He didn’t leave me waiting long, as almost as soon as I obeyed him, his saliva was dribbling down onto my taste buds. I smiled lightly at the feeling, loving the fact that we could share this moment and label it as intimate.

“Swallow.”

My pussy fluttered around his length, eager to obey. A sigh escaped his lips as he watched my throat bob with the odd angle that it was working against. He planted a sweet kiss to my lips, his nose brushing against my chin. The contact was lost, then found again as he nuzzled his face against my neck for a moment, before pulling away again.

“Open.” His command seemed desperate, like it was the only thing keeping him from stepping off a ledge. As much as I wanted to make fun of his theatrics, my mouth snapped open, eager to have another part of him in me. He wasted no time, coating my tongue with his saliva.

“Now wait.”

The only thing I could do was whine as my jaw began to ache from holding my mouth open for so long. He released his hold on my throat, but in true Gojo fashion, wasted no time in executing his next movement. He swiftly looped an arm under my left leg, pulling it upwards until I felt like my hips would split in half. I squealed in discomfort, drool spilling from the corners of my lips, my body being bent a million different ways. For the first time in the afternoon, Satoru relented, releasing my arms.

My hands tangled in his hair as he bit into the soft skin of my neck, of my shoulders, back pressed against his chest. His dick, at this new angle, hit my sweet spot more perfect than before, if that was even possible. He went deeper, I squeezed him tighter, we were closer.

He thrusted into me, the tempo threatening to cast me into nothingness. With each movement I was pressed harder and harder into the wall, the paint sticking to the surface. It ached to pull me in, to suck me into the drywall, to the white paint that was still drying, now mixing with the two hues that Satoru and I decorated each other with.

“One more, baby,” he cooed against the reddened skin of my shoulder. “L-lemme cum… one more time… in you.”

“Anytime, ‘Toru,” I teased, but the playful lilt in my voice was lost as he didn’t hesitate to shoot his seed inside of me. I squealed at the way his cock jumped in me, knocking against the spot that was my downfall. His balls slapped against my clit, shoving me over the edge of an orgasm I didn’t know I was approaching.

My toes curled and cracked at the force in which the crest of pleasure hit me. My legs gave way and I lost control of myself for a moment, the drool I had been holding in my mouth spilling like a waterfall over my bruised lips. Satoru was quick to catch me, laughing at my frailty, which for once, I didn’t mind.

His lips were on my face, kissing and licking away the spit that had escaped the trap of my mouth. He supported me in a way I didn’t think I’d ever need, but surprisingly, I didn’t mind relying on someone for help. A warmness spread in my chest at the affirmation that I truly loved him - I loved him enough to not complain at him holding my drool-soaked and cumstained body limp in his arms.

“God, you are just so full of cum, aren’t you, baby?” Satoru purred into my hair, stroking it gently. I could only muster a weak “mmhm,” my body still shaking from the overstimulation and the last orgasm he unleashed on me. “Well, are you gonna let me taste?”

I didn’t have time to answer before he scooped me up in his arms, giving me the vivid sensation of flying. A coolness met my ass as he set me down on what I could only assume was the mantle of the fireplace. He spread my legs apart, ignoring the fact that they attempted to squeeze together to protect my weeping cunt from being stimulated further.

“S-satoru,” I winced, “I’m sensitive!”

It was no matter to him, however. He pulled my bottom slightly forward, so that my ass was teetering on the edge of the tile, giving him better access to my aching center. A loud cry escaped my lips as he gave my swollen clit a few soft licks.

I whimpered, my thighs trembling around him as he sucked on my impossibly sensitive bud. My hands tangled in his hair, the gummy paint clinging to it and clumping it together. After a few more moments of relentless stimulation, he seemed to ease up, giving way to softer movements against my weeping cunt.

“You should see yourself,” Satoru muttered against me. “Sitting like a queen.”

Perched like royalty on the furnishing that had given me enough trouble to start this whole session in the first place. I chuckled at the thought of it, at the sight of our past selves wrestling to coat each other in paint what seemed like days ago. It was fitting to end our love making where it began. Fitting to christen our house to be ours.

“Hah,” I breathed, “I can only imagine the sight.”

A sigh escaped his lips, the hot breath on my sensitive center making my legs twinge. His hands gently squeezed my thighs, each press planting flowers across my skin. The soft tufts of his hair tickled the inside of my legs as he nuzzled impossibly closer to my pussy.

“Spit in my mouth.” His request couldn’t have been more foreign, but I tried my best anyway. I leaned over, assuming that my trajectory would be right, or that he would make it work. Gathering the saliva in my mouth, I let it fall from my lips. A chuckle came from beneath me, so I assumed my aim was okay.

Our mixed spit was spewed from Satoru’s mouth as he spit it onto my already dripping cunt, the liquid leaking down between my asscheeks. I gasped at the sensation, beginning to lose feeling in my toes as another orgasm approached. My eyes shut tight, but even with the blindfold, fireworks still exploded in my vision.

I was definitely not going to be able to walk for a few days.

The thought drew a bitter laugh from my lips that was quickly cut short by Satoru’s dexterous tongue flicking across my clit. My teeth sunk so deep into my bottom lip that the skin threatened to tear. At his relentless pace, my muscles pulled impossibly tense, taut, as I sat, rigid, teeth bared as ungodly sounds poured from my mouth.

And then, he would soften. Pull back and kiss and lick the inside of my thighs, place love bites, suckle on the warm skin to leave marks I would marvel at for days. He’d massage the tender skin, draw patterns with the remaining paint. He’d study me like a scholar, memorizing the view of my exposed throat as my head tilted back, mouth open as moans spilled forth.

It was a cycle that he continued, pressing me further to my orgasm, then relenting to give me a break. Over and over again, never stopping, like I was the shore and he was the tide, pressing in and pulling away, constant, always present.

After what seemed like hours of edging, I was finally on the precipice of what I actually hoped was my last orgasm. My body couldn’t take much more, as I probably would stroke out or something else that was equally disastrous, but it would be something that would elicit an awkward urgent care visit.

“Satoru…” I whispered, not even needing to finish my sentence.

“One more time, love. Cum for me.”

The affirmation was all I needed before I gushed all over his face. His gasp of surprise was cut short as he dove right back in, ignoring the waterworks. My entire body shook with the force of my orgasm, sending my hands flying everywhere - into his hair, gripping the mantle, smearing paint all over the wall behind me.

But nothing was enough to ground me as I cut the tether and drifted off into space. My body floated, suspended at the force of this orgasm. I could barely feel Satoru’s warmth between my legs as the buzzing took over my entire body, my skin flush with pleasure as I feebly grinded on his tongue.

My pussy throbbed, achingly swollen at the multiple orgasms Satoru had guided me to. As this last one ebbed, he wrapped his arms tenderly around me, lifting me from the throne he had placed me on. He planted kisses on my head, on my forehead, on my cheeks as he carried me bridal style across the room, then gently plopped down on the ground.

I remained nestled between his legs, our fingers intertwined as we sat together, relishing in the closeness of each other. His mind-numbingly warm skin was pressed against mine, sending sparks firing off all across my body. After a few more moments of blissful silence, Satoru cleared his throat.

“Are you ready for the grand reveal?” His smile broke through the phrase like a sunbeam. I nodded, not feeling like using my voice. His dexterous fingers hooked under the blindfold as I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to hurt my eyes by immediately exposing them to the light.

After a few more moments, my eyes creaked open, blinking to clear away the crusty remains of tears and to focus on the sight that presented itself to me. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the world cast into an eerie twilight that was so magical. It was the perfect lighting to behold the mural that we created in our living room.

Streaks of paint covered the walls, most of them completely indiscernible as to what part of the body they were made by, except for a few, such as our ass prints and the plumpness of my breasts. Heat rose to my cheeks at the sight of such an abstract portrayal of art, and how breathtakingly beautiful it was. I sunk further into Satoru, insanely grateful at his stupid antics and what they spiraled into.

“I guess I have to restart my paint job, huh?” I nudged him with my elbow, the gooey, sweaty skin sticking together. I tilted my head up, observing his reaction. Satoru furrowed his brows, his hair falling into his face in green clumps.

“I don’t know…” he trailed off, flashing an award-winning smile. “I kinda like it!”

He was right. The messy pieces of our love were growing on me as I studied them further. It was pure art, pure passion, splayed across the walls of our home. The handprints, clinging to nothingness in the hopes of being steadied. The smears, results of loving and pleasurable thrusts. The asscheeks, of course, the lovers who facilitated the beautiful creation.

A calm settled on me like nothing I had ever felt before. A sense of security folded in around me as I lay in my lover’s arms, proudly surveying what we had made together. I closed my eyes in bliss, relishing in the warmth and peace.

Wait…

My heart fell to my ass at an intrusive, yet irrevocably important fact. Eyes widening, I shot up, ignoring the chills that spread throughout my body in the absence of Satoru’s warm skin pressed against me.

“Shit!” I gasped, the detail that we had glossed over for the entire afternoon expanding to take up the entirety of my mind. “Kento’ll be here in an hour.”

Satoru laughed at my scrambling to pick up our clothes and throw them in a basket, trying my best to tidy up the living room. I put the paint together in a neat fashion; I smoothed the tarp, ignoring the imprints of our bodies and the paint smears that littered it; I also did my best to avert my gaze from the numerous pools of cum that were scattered across the floor. My eyes widened in horror at the thing that I was just marveling at - the one thing we couldn’t hide from our best friend.

The living room walls, like a subdued pornographic mural, stared back at me. The tarp crackled as my lover stood. I looked at Satoru, my eyes big as saucers. He smiled gently, taking my hands in his and pulling me closer to him, placing them on his chest.

“There’s nothing we can do to fix it, so let’s just get cleaned up, alright?” His arms wrapped around me, snuggling me to his chest. I sighed, turning my head to the side to hear his heart thumping. He planted a kiss on the top of my head.

“Okay,” I murmured, then peered up at him with a devilish grin, “but only if you join me.”

“That was implied!”

~~~

Once we had gone for another round in the shower and managed to scrape the paint off of our bodies, we were ready for the dinner that Kento was bringing. Earlier that day, he had offered to bring us food to celebrate the end of the first day of home renovation - which we eagerly accepted. Pizza was easy to clean up, and a viable way to recharge, so that was an easy decision to make.

A knock on the door sounded as soon as we were making our way down the stairs. Satoru took off in a sprint, reaching the front door in just a few strides. He threw it open, spreading his arms wide for a hug. I hung back, trying to avert my gaze from our living room mural.

“Nanami!” he yelled, embracing his friend despite the boxes of pizzas he was carrying. Kento’s eyes narrowed as he struggled to keep his balance at Satoru’s enthused greeting.

“Careful, Gojo!” the tall man growled, pushing Satoru away to keep the boxes from tumbling all across our porch. I laughed at their interaction, catching up to them and taking the boxes from Kento.

“How are you, y/n?” he asked, silently thanking me for taking his burden, but ignoring the fact that I left him with a bigger one instead. A playful smile toyed with my lips as a strand of wet hair fell into my face.

“Tired, but glad to have one day down,” I admitted, turning and leading the way to the kitchen. Satoru tsked as I set down the boxes of pizza on the kitchen table. I whirled around to face him, setting my hands on my hips.

“Now, y/n,” he began, voice chiding, as if speaking to a child, “you know you aren’t supposed to eat in the kitchen until the renovations are finished.

My heart fell into my stomach when I saw the expression on Satoru’s face. He was an absolute menace, looking to antagonize me in any way he could; however, I thought this ploy was geared more towards Kento’s discomfort. I gritted my teeth and decided to do my best to gear the conversation in a way that I wouldn’t have to expose our deeds. Blinking innocently, I fixed my mouth into a smile, trying not to look pained.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Kento agreed, walking to the table to grab the boxes of pizza, not knowing that he was playing directly into Satoru’s sick idea of a joke, “I actually heard that’s bad luck.”

I wanted to slap my palm into my forehead. As smart as Nanami was, he was almost always stroking Gojo’s ego whether he knew it, liked it, or not. I fired a glance at Satoru, pleading for him to not go through with this antagonizing, but he ignored me.

“Bad luck!” Satoru gasped dramatically, eyes widening as he wiggled his brows at me. A sigh escaped my lips as I cast him a warning glare instead. This, also, was a fruitless effort. Satoru was dead set on torturing his best friend.

“So where the hell are we supposed to eat?” I shot at Satoru, not even bothering to look at him anymore as I shuffled towards the two towering men. My grip had tightened, my nails digging into my palms.

“Uh, I dunno, the living room?”

“Satoru…” The tone in my voice would make a child cry. I trotted to the cabinet to scoop up paper plates and napkins to intercept him before he made another move to expose our afternoon.

“No, I wanna see it!” Nanami insisted, picking up the pizza boxes. The doors slammed shut behind me as I whirled around, seeing Satoru’s sly glance. I wanted to wipe the smile off his face. “Didn’t you say you were gonna paint it today?”

Satoru gently led him to the living room. I tried to catch up with them, but the tall men had long strides. My head was screaming for him to stop, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself and make matters worse.

“Yes but-“

I was too late; Nanami and Gojo had already entered the living room. The boxes of pizza clattered to the floor as Nanami ripped off his goggles, eyes widening in horror at the sight of our bodies sloppily painted on the wall.

“What the fuck happened here?!”

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Instinct

Hello, fellow whores. You asked for it and I hope I delivered. I present to you: T’Challa in heat❤️‍🔥! This one had me blushing, y’all.

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Instinct [instiNG(k)t] noun: an innate, typically fixed pattern of behavior in animals in response to certain stimuli.

For centuries, the descendants of the great Bashenga retained their hold on the Wakandan throne. Challenge Day after Challenge Day, they beat their opponents and were rewarded by Bast allowing them to ingest the heart-shaped herb. The herb imbued them with a panther’s strength, speed, and instincts, effectively turning each of them from an ordinary man into the Black Panther. Now, strength and speed are pretty self-explanatory, but what exactly were their instincts?

When T’Challa was crowned king and ingested the heart-shaped herb, he visited the ancestral plane and reconnected with his baba. Their reunion was one full of tears, but most importantly, T’Chaka took the time to impart his wisdom to his son. T’Challa spent hours talking to his baba about life, what to expect as king, and, most importantly, what to expect as the Black Panther.

T’Chaka had warned him about what was to come, but until it happened to him months later, T’Challa was in denial. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

Wrong. When T’Challa woke up one sunny Wednesday morning, he felt strange. He felt feverish but not sick. Like most days, his morning wood stood at attention, tenting the crisp white sheets that laid across his lower half. He looked at the clock and saw that he had plenty of time to take care of himself, so he rolled to his side and reached for the tub of shea butter in his nightstand. T’Challa bit his lip as he rubbed his hands together to melt it down, but when he reached down to stroke his length, he nearly bit clean through it. He was much more sensitive than usual, and he wondered why...then it hit him. He jumped up and grabbed his kimoyo beads with his slippery hands, and he frantically opened his calendar.

“Twelve weeks,” T’Challa groaned as he counted backward to the night he became the Black Panther (the second time.) “Fuckkkk.”

He was in heat, and it was only going to get worse. T’Challa wracked his brain for ideas on what to do to fix his problem, but all he could hear was T’Chaka’s words echoing through his head.

“You should find a partner sooner rather than later. The instinct will take over you, and it will become unbearable if you do not have anyone to aid you.”

T’Challa had been so busy trying to rebuild the kingdom that his cousin damn near broke that he had forgotten to look for someone. Sure, there was Nakia, but she had moved to Oakland and their relationship quickly fizzled out. Then, there was that one Dora Milaje after he regained the throne, but that was a one-night thing and she went back to her wife the next morning. He needed to find someone, but who?

As the king’s mind wandered through his options, sweat beads began to form on his chiseled body. He knew he’d be no good today, so T’Challa typed up a message to his family and staff that he would be taking the day off. With that taken care of, all he needed to do was figure out how to get through this heat in one piece. T’Challa looked down at his dick again. It was swollen with need, and he watched as droplets of precum escaped from his tip. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided to bear through the sensitivity. Carefully, as though he might hurt himself, he reached his hand down and grabbed it in his hand. The whimper he let out was foreign to his ears, but it was all he could do when he felt the intense wave of arousal wash over him. He gritted his teeth as he began to slowly move his hand up and down his shaft. It seemed that everywhere his hand went, it left a deep burning sensation in its wake, but he just couldn’t stop. He rutted into his hand, and as soon as his thumb swiped over his reddened tip, he came undone quicker than he ever had before. His body jerked as the milky white substance spilled over his hand, and it seemed that he had plenty to give. However, instead of leaving him sated, all that did was arouse him more.

T’Challa had made a mess all over himself and decided to take a shower, but every touch of his hand, or even the water, drove him up the walls. He needed some pussy, fast. He exited the shower and allowed his body to air dry as he moisturized his mahogany skin. Minutes passed before he noticed that he was still massaging himself, too caught up in the sensation to notice the passage of time. His dick was rock hard again, and he groaned in frustration as he attempted to stuff it into silk lounge pants. He called for his breakfast to be brought to him and spent the day in his quarters, alternating between desperately jacking off and going through his contacts to find the right person. It had been so long since he had opened that figurative little black book that all of his usuals were taken, and unfortunately for him, they were hellbent on remaining faithful for some reason. As the day went on, his hunger grew in intensity, and it got to the point where neither his hand nor his sex toys could cut it anymore. He felt lost, he felt horny beyond belief, and he felt...famished.

T’Challa looked at the time again and realized that he hadn’t eaten in hours. He placed another order from the kitchen and waited impatiently for it to arrive. It wasn’t that he couldn’t wait for the food to be brought up; he was impatient because every moment that passed without him touching himself brought him more pain. He didn’t need the poor kitchen staff walking in on him feverishly pleasuring himself, so he just sat there and attempted to focus his mind elsewhere. Eventually, there was a knock at the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Room service,” a melodic voice called out, and T’Challa smiled to himself at his friend’s playful tone. It was Xoliswa. He hadn’t seen her in almost a week, and he was sure she was out of town, yet here she was bringing him his dinner. Xoliswa started working in the kitchen at the palace seven years ago, and they grew close over the years. He was even in her wedding.

T’Challa unlocked the door with his beads, and she came right on in with the cart full of more food than he usually ordered.

“Somebody’s hungry today,” she joked. Just as T’Challa was about to respond with some smartass remark, an aroma hit him square in the face. It definitely wasn’t coming from the heaping portions of doro wot and rum cake he ordered. It was sickly sweet and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention, as well as something else.

The king began to salivate. “New perfume?”

“No, just the usual,” Xoliswa sighed. “Why?”

“No reason. You just smell different today is all,” he gulped to keep from drooling at her smooth, brown legs that were always on display. His eyes traveled up to the curve of her hips and the thickness of her waist before grazing over her delicious-looking chest and landing on her plump lips. Of course, he had noticed her looks before, and they would playfully banter and flirt back and forth from time to time, but this was the first time he was really seeing her beauty. Not only could he see it, but he could smell her from across the room, and his body was reacting in ways he couldn’t control. His dick sprung up and immediately started to harden as he watched her ass bounce in her flowy shorts when she pushed the cart out to the balcony. She had gone too far away, and he felt the intense need to be closer to her, so he bolted up and made his way outside with her.

“Here, let me help you.” T’Challa quickly picked up the heavy tray before she could and placed it on the table before taking his usual seat.

“I thought you didn’t feel good today,” she crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally pushing her ample breasts even closer together. His body burned at the sight, and he visualized his lips wrapped around her undoubtedly perky nipples. He needed her body on his, but he knew he shouldn’t. Xoliswa was a friend, a confidant, a married woman...

“I don’t,” T’Challa cleared his throat and tried to focus his mind on anything but her. It wasn’t working, though. “But, uh, it’s not what you think. I just needed a day, that’s all.”

“Want to talk about it?” Xoliswa asked as she leaned against the balcony. He was acting strange, and it concerned her. “You know I’m here for you if you need me.”

“Don’t say that,” he chuckled darkly as something flared inside him.

“Why not?” she tilted her head to the side and uncrossed her arms. He would’ve sighed in relief, but she just made it worse by stepping closer to him. Xoliswa placed her hands on his shoulders the way she always did and began kneading his bare flesh. Little did he know, he wasn’t the only one fighting back their arousal. Xoliswa had a small crush on T’Challa since the moment she laid eyes on his muscular frame. Had she not been in a relationship the entire time she’d known him, she would’ve dropped down on her knees and given him the business by now. However, Xoliswa loved her husband and wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing...except for the occasional nights where she closes her eyes and all she can see is him. All she can feel is the king.

T’Challa let out a low groan as her hands worked out his stress, and as usual, the sound made Xoliswa flood the panties that had gotten wedged between her fat pussy lips. The scent of her arousal traveled straight to his nostrils, and his pupils blew wide. He jumped up and crossed the balcony in just a few quick strides, needing to get away from her before he truly lost himself to his lust.

“Seriously, what’s up with you today?!”

“N-nothing, you just...you smell so good, and- Xo, I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Xoliswa narrowed her eyes as she tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong with him...but then her eyes fell to the large dickprint in his silk pants. She had seen him in those and similar pants several times before, and although they always left little to the imagination, she had never seen him in his full Bast-given glory. But this time? This time she could almost make out every vein through the soft fabric, which made her pussy spasm with need and release more wetness.

T’Challa could see that Xoliswa was staring right at his dick, and he knew she liked what she saw by the whiff of sweet honey that wafted his way. A low rumbling started in his chest like an engine revving as the burning need in his loins intensified.

Xoliswa spoke barely above a whisper, stunned but in awe of the man before her, “Why are you-”

“My heat,” he sighed.

“Your what?”

“My heat!” T’Challa snarled, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Any other time, he would assume he had scared her, but he knew better now. He could hear her heartbeat, he could smell her dripping pussy, and he could see her hardened nipples and the way her luscious thighs rubbed together in a feeble attempt to quell the throbbing between her legs.

“W-what’s that?”

T’Challa gestured for her to take a seat, and she lowered herself into the chair across from his, squirming in her pooled fluids. Her obedience just made him harder, if that was at all possible. He gingerly sat down across from her and just stared for a moment, her breathing getting shallower with each inhale.

“One of my newly acquired panther instincts requires me to, uh, mate every three months.”

“So...you basically ovulate four times a year,” Xoliswa joked in an attempt to break the tension, but he began to growl at her again, causing them both to shudder at the other’s arousal.

“It’s more than being a little horny and fertile, Xo. I have to- no, I need to find a release, or I’ll go crazy. My whole body is on fire, and masturbating just makes it worse. I’ve been in here all day-”

“You’ve been in here jacking off all day?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s not helping?”

“Not at all.”

“Have you tried-”

“Yes. Whatever it is, I’ve tried it. Trust me.”

Silence descended upon the pair as they both stared at each other, stuck in a lustful feedback loop, chests heaving and mouths watering. Xoliswa was the first to break, so she stood and headed for the door. She had to get out of there, the atmosphere was too thick, and she couldn’t think straight with him staring at her like a piece of meat. She couldn't stand to look at him any longer or she might do something she’d regret later, but when he grabbed her wrist and looked up at her with those pitch-black eyes, she knew she was in trouble.

“Xoliswa, please,” he begged. He knew he had no business asking that of her, but he was desperate, and she just looked so damn delicious.

She bit her lip as her eyes traveled back down to his bulge that had started leaking through the fabric of his pants.

“Shit…”

“You like what you see?” his voice was lower than she’d ever heard. It seemed like everything he did turned her on more and more. T’Challa took a deep inhale so he could know for sure, and his head swarmed with the smell of her. “Yeah, you like it. I can smell that sweet pussy; it’s dripping for me, Xo.”

He had never spoken to her like that before, and every word lured her further into his trap. She had a brief moment of clarity and pulled her wrist from his grasp, taking a step back.

“T-T’Challa, I’m married-”

“Tell your body that, then,” he grumbled as he stood and stalked closer to her. She backed up with every step he took until she was wedged between his body and the doorframe. His arms went up on either side of her, and he leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath tickle her lips. “Tell me right now: do you want me?”

Her eyes darted around, desperate to look at anything but the coal irises that would surely draw her in. “I-I-”

“Say it, Xo. I want you so fucking bad,” T’Challa growled with his face buried in her neck, imprinting her scent deep in his brain. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but take a little bite. As soon as his teeth made contact with her skin, she let out a light moan and set his body into overdrive. He pressed his hips into her, and the heat of her skin made him whimper. The noise shocked her, and she realized just how much he needed her...as if the ten inches of clothed steel pressing into her stomach wasn’t enough of a sign.

Xoliswa had secretly wanted this for a long time. In her dreams, he’d fuck her good and deep and leave her a sobbing, leaking mess. Truthfully, if he had ever come onto her before this, she probably would have caved then, too, but she thought he was too gentlemanly to do so and pushed the dirty fantasy to the back of her mind. Boy, was she wrong. Right now, T’Challa couldn’t give a shit about chivalry and certainly didn’t care about her husband. Right now, all he wanted- no, all he needed was her body.

She pulled his curls to remove him from her neck, and he growled again at the titillating pain and the loss of contact.

“You want me?” she whispered, her lips mere centimeters from his.

“Mmm, more than anything.”

Xoliswa’s hand traveled down his body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. T’Challa’s lip found its way between his teeth again as he struggled to maintain composure, but it all flew out the window when he felt her hand wrap around his throbbing length.

“Fuck! Xo, stop playing and-”

“You need me?” she teased as she pulled his pants down over his hips and let them pool at his feet. She wrapped both of her hands around his girth and stroked him softly. He was so sensitive that he jerked away from her hand, but she grabbed him and pulled him back in. Xoliswa had dreamed of this day, so why not make her dream come true?

Suddenly, T’Challa’s self-control went out of the window as he thrust into her hands and wrapped one of his much larger hands around her throat. She stared back at him with lust clouding her eyes as he met her lips for a hungry kiss. The taste of her on his tongue drove him wild, and she felt his dick begin to twitch. She picked up her pace and gripped him a little tighter, making him stick his tongue further down her throat. She melted into him. The firm grip he had on her made her knees weak, and just as they began to buckle, he pulled his lips from hers and said the three magic words he had uttered so many times in her dreams.

“On your knees.”

Xoliswa fell to the ground and looked up at him with her mouth opened wide for him to use. And use it, he did. T’Challa was surprised she could take all of him without any training, but he guessed her husband might have been around his size.

Her husband. He had a married woman on her knees, slobbering up and down his shaft. He had Xoliswa on her knees…

Just the thought of how wrong this was turned him on even more, and as if the same thought had occurred to her, Xoliswa started sucking harder. The spit foaming in the corners of her mouth and running down her chin soaked her chest, and the king longed to see more. He reached down and ripped her shirt down the middle, freeing her breasts from the confines of modern clothing. T’Challa grinned when he saw that not only was she not wearing a bra, but her nipples stood erect like two Hershey’s kisses ready for him to devour. Just the way he liked.

Xoliswa didn’t care that he had ruined her shirt; all she cared about was making her king cum. She wanted to taste him and swallow everything he had to give, so she grew impatient and turned it up a notch, fondling his balls in her hands as she sucked on him. Her tongue swirled around his tip, and he gripped her locs in his fist to hold her down on him as he exploded into her mouth. Splashes of him coated her throat, and she swallowed every last drop he gifted to her. She blinked up at him with those innocent-looking eyes as she sucked him like a straw, milking him for all he’s worth. Normally, he would get overstimulated at this point, but that seemed impossible. Xoliswa gave him the best head he’s had in a long time, but it still wasn’t enough to sate him.

T’Challa pulled her head off him, and the bridge of spit that connected them was a sight to see. He reached down and lifted her to her feet, kissing her once more to taste his saltiness on her tongue.

“You still...want...this pussy?” Xoliswa asked between kisses.

“Mmmmhmmm,” he grunted as he pushed up on her again.

Xoliswa pushed him away, and he looked at her like she had betrayed him. His face relaxed when he noticed the feral look in her eyes and the way her pheromones filled the air.

“Take what you need.”

T’Challa saw red, and the next thing he knew, he was buried deep inside her as he pounded her into the mattress. The arch in her back deepened as he fucked her rougher than her husband could have ever dreamed of. Xoliswa struggled to see as she reached for the sheets to hold onto, but he wouldn’t let her. T’Challa pinned her hands behind her back and continued to plow into her as she screamed.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that, baby! Ooooh, T’Challa-”

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

“Then take it. Fucking take it!” he roared as he released inside her, but neither was ready to stop. Xoliswa loved how his cum felt dripping out of her, making her pussy even wetter than it already was. Keeping it juicy for him to do whatever he needed to do to her body.

“This tight fucking pussy, Xo,” he groaned as he slowed down and grinded into her, stirring her insides. His heavy hand came down on her ass, and she let out the most adorable squeak. He smiled and did it again and again, her pussy tightening around him with every strike until she couldn’t take it anymore. Xoliswa’s body convulsed as she came all over the king’s dick.

“T’Challaaaa!” she wailed, and he stopped to massage her cheeks.

“Too much?”

She looked back at him and smiled mischievously with a glint in her eye. “No, my king.”

“I’m your king?” he teased while rubbing her clit, making her hips circle on his dick as he stood still and let her work.

“Yessss,” she whined.

“Then cum for your king one more time. I have another load for you,” he whispered in her ear with his teeth firmly gripping the lobe. His fingers tickled the underside of her clit, and she bucked her hips. “That’s your spot, huh?”

“Y-yes, my king!”

He alternated between circling her clit and strumming the underside for barely a few moments before her pussy began to grip him again. T’Challa leaned back and watched the way her pussy spasmed on him. He couldn’t hold out and exploded inside her once more.

“Mmmm, baby, I love when you do that.”

“You love when I cum in this pussy?”

“Mmmhm,” her voice grew higher in pitch the more she felt him twitch inside her.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”

T’Challa pulled out slowly, and she moaned as his bulbous head dragged across her g-spot. He flipped her over with ease and slid right back into her slippery canal. She loved how full he made her feel, how he stretched her walls and beat the breaks off her pussy. But this? This felt so good.

His hips moved slowly as he stroked deep into her and gazed into her eyes.

“I just need one more, babygirl. One more, and I think I’ll be good, ok?”

“Whatever you need, my king,” Xoliswa whispered against his lips and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, and he chuckled darkly.

“You want me in there deep, don’t you?”

“As deep as you can go, baby.”

“You’re filthy. Does your husband know what a little slut you are?”

Xoliswa released all over him again.

“Oh, you like when I talk about him when I’m in these guts? You like being reminded of how naughty you are, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” Xoliswa nodded with tears threatening to fall from her eyes from how good it felt to have T’Challa inside her.

“Let me ask you something,” he leaned in close to her ear and thrust harder. “Does he fuck you like I do?”

Xoliswa frantically shook her head, “N-no!”

“Then you come to me whenever you need a taste of what a king can do for you.”

“Yes, baby!” she keened as he picked up the pace and dropped his weight on her.

“You know this pussy is mine, now, right? He can use it if you want him to, but this shit belongs to me. You’re fucking mine, Xoliswa.”

“T’Challa-”

“Mmmhm, say my name, babygirl. Tell them who owns this tight little pussy,” he punctuated those last three words with thrusts so deep she swore she could feel it in her ribs. “Who owns you?”

“T’Challaaaa!”

His eyes rolled back in his head at hearing his name fall from her lips. Her voice was shaky and hoarse, but she screamed his name over and over again as his hips pounded into hers, the curve of his dick angling just right to keep her creaming all over him.

“Fuck, baby, here it comes. You ready?”

Xoliswa looked him dead in the eye and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Cum in your pussy, Black Panther.”

He hadn’t expected her to call him that, but it lit something within him, and he came harder than he ever had before. He bit into her neck as he spasmed inside her, pumping her full of his essence. She came from the feeling of him releasing so much and putting it right where it belonged. Their bodies fed off each other, and when one would spasm, it would trigger the other to cum. T’Challa peppered sweet kisses all over Xoliswa’s face and spoke to her in hushed tones, “Thank you, babygirl.”

Xoliswa couldn’t speak; she could only moan incoherently. Minutes passed before their bodies began to tire of the constant state of arousal, and they slowly pulled apart. She whimpered as she felt their fluids escape her and drip slowly down her crack, and he could only watch in awe. He had never produced so much, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of Xoliswa or his heat or a combination of both. Whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to give it up just yet.

“Call Abdul. Tell him you have to work tonight,” he rasped, making a devilish smile appear on her face. She knew she was in for the night of her life, and just the thought of what was to come had her playing with her overstimulated clit. He swatted her hand away and replaced it with his own. “Call him. Now. Make sure your camera is off.”

T’Challa kissed from her neck down to her chocolate nipples and took a bite, making her yip at the sensation. “Be quiet, or he’ll catch you. You don’t want that, do you?”

“N-no, my king,” she stuttered out as she pressed Abdul’s contact card and called him.

“What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be working? Or are you slacking off with T’Challa again,” he joked, and Xoliswa locked eyes with a smug T’Challa as his tongue swirled around her nipple.

“N-no, I’m at work,” she struggled to speak as T’Challa trailed his tongue down her body and suctioned his lips around her clit. She snapped her legs shut around his head, making him pry them open with a menacing growl.

“What was that?” Abdul asked.

“What was what?” Xoliswa chuckled nervously.

“I thought I heard something. Anyways, what’s up, sweetie?”

“I, uh-” she stopped herself and muted the call for a moment to let out a moan from the pits of her soul as T’Challa showed no mercy on her. His tongue masterfully maneuvered around her clit like he designed it himself, and the three slender fingers curling inside her coaxed another orgasm out of her.

“Take him off mute right fucking now,” T’Challa ordered with a mouth full of pussy.

“Hello? Xo?”

She scrambled to unmute the call and calm her breathing down as the king nibbled on her labia and sped his fingers up inside her.

“I’m here, baby. I-have-to-work-late-so-I’m-staying-at-the-palace-tonight!”

“Wait, slow down. I can barely understand you. Are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” she giggled as T’Challa nibbled on her inner thighs. “I’m staying here tonight.”

“Oh, no problem. Don’t let T’Challa work you too hard, ok?”

“I won’t!” she squeaked.

“Good. You get back to work, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Tell him you love him,” T’Challa whispered against her pussy lips, and Xoliswa couldn’t help but oblige.

“Abdul?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“I-I love you.”

“I love you too, Xo. Call me when you get off,” he blew her a kiss through the phone, and she hung up right as T’Challa started chuckling.

“You almost got us caught!” she fussed.

“You liked it. Don’t lie.”

Xoliswa bit her lip to hide her smile, but it didn’t work.

“Maybe a little.”

“Mmmhm. Nasty slut, letting me use you like this. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

Xoliswa’s pussy jumped, and T’Challa couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” Xoliswa moaned as she ground her hips on his fingers, and his dick hardened right back up. “Or punish me.”

“Fuck, Xo, where have you been all my life?” he groaned and pulled his fingers from her, lining the head of his dick up with her entrance.

“Married...to my husband,” Xoliswa teased. T’Challa’s nostrils flared, and she knew it was on.

She wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night.

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY ONE || JUJUTSU KOSHIEN

↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of violence + mention of injuries + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 20 april

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 4.4k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : nonstandard

↳ next episode : jamais vu

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, i ain’t confident in this chapter since i started school again, but i hope you enjoy this episode and thank you for being so patient with me as i try to fit tumblr into my schedule with school ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

Destructive Curse Spell Number Thirty-Three : Sokatsui (6:00-6:07) (blue lighting explosion - Itadori Yuji)

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

this is Y/N outfit when she came into the baseball game (blame twitter)

“How much longer are you going to stare at her? It’s creepy”

Snapping out of his daze, Gojo quickly looked up from your sleeping figure to find his stoic student (who was now sitting up) looking at him with a deadpan expression before he turned to look at your sleeping figure as well with somewhat of a worried expression, wondering what caused you to be knocked out since what Fushiguro could recall was that the last time he saw you, it seemed like you were well and confident before he was carried away by Panda.

“Is it bad to worry about my daughter?” Gojo questioned with a hint of a teasing tone before looking back down at you with his small smiling turning into a straight line.

“Student to be exact, but I guess not after what the curses were after,” Fushiguro quietly mentioned causing Gojo to once again, look up to view Fushiguro with a confused expression painted on his face, trying to convey that he didn’t have a clue on what his student was trying to say. “The special-grade was after L/N...but I don’t know why,” Fushiguro instantly declared as if he was answering to his teacher’s perplexed expression leading to Gojo sighing in frustration before taking one of his hands out of his pocket to stroke your hair as if it would bring you some comfort in your dreamless slumber as he then processed to remove his other hand from his other pocket to reveal a carton of orange juice before placing it on the bedside table.

“Is that so?” Gojo asked rhetorically, before making his way towards the door since he was informed that there was going to be a meeting with the Jujutsu Tech principles and sorcerers that were involved with the whole Exchange Event incident.

However, before he was able to grab onto the handle, the wooden door violently flew open showcasing his other students Itadori and Kugisaki on the other side with a box of pizza in hand leading Gojo to smile at them both.

“Oh Gojo-sensei! What are you doing here?” Itadori asked once he comprehended that it was his teacher blocking the way to see his two other classmates.

“Ah~ I was just visiting Megumi and Y/N before I go, make sure to not make too much noise, I’m sure Y/n would really appreciate it,” Gojo answered with a cheerful tone, leading Kugisaki to tilt her head to the side to realise that you were sleeping - much to her disappointment.

“She’s still recovering?” Kugisaki then questioned, leading her teacher to look at her before explaining that you were knocked out due to using an excessive amount of cursed energy within a short amount of time causing Kugisaki to nod to his little lie since he didn’t even know why you were extremely distraught when he came to collect you.

“I’ll be going now, so see you later~ don’t wake up my precious daughter!” Gojo states with a playful tone, before waving his hand to all of the first-years leaving them to themselves with a warm box of pizza in hand.

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“Next up are the casualties: three second-grade sorcerers, one semi first-grade sorcerer, five assistant supervisors, and two cursed storehouse guards. They’re all sorcerers who were standing by at Jujutsu High and working separately from Gojo-san and Principal Yaga. We’re waiting on the report from Ieiri-san, but we’re nearly certain it was the work of the cursed spirit that Nanami-san encountered before,” Ijichi explained as he was looking down at the document sheets he had in hand to inform all the sorcerer that was in front of him about the situation at hand.

“Tsk,” Gojo tutted in annoyance while leaning against the door with his lower face tucked into the collar of his sorcerer uniform.

“Do you think we should share this information with the students and the other sorcerers?” Utahime asked as she turned to her colleagues.

“No,” the Kyoto principal: Gakuganji quickly answered, as the fellow principal from Tokyo: Yaga explained that it was better for this information to be among the higher-ups as he didn’t want to cause anymore panic to the students residing in the area right now as well as not wanting any of the curse users in their captivity to know that a few special-grade objects that been stolen from the school premises.

“Has the curse user we captured spilled anything?” principal Yaga queried, leading Ijichi to explain that it wasn’t hard to get the certain curse user to talk at all since he was quite cooperative but all they managed to receive was irrelevant information that was deemed somewhat unhelpful to them.

“However, he claims that he only participated in the attack because he was ordered to as part of a deal,” Ijicji added, before informing everyone about the monk that the curse user was talking about when he was interrogated.

“An androgynous monk kid with a bob cut? That ring any bells?” MeiMei asked, as she turned her head slightly to peer at Gojo, who was right behind her.

“Nope! We sure he’s not spouting bullshit? Is there any sorcerer skilled at getting confessions?” Gojo answered before asking his questions since he knew he couldn’t be too sure if the curse user was even telling the truth in the first place.

“How did a cursed spirit and outsiders get through Tengen-sama’s barriers in the first place?” Utahime questioned, as she was still confused on how so many people were able to get in without any problems and alerts.

“That was probably the work of the special-grade cursed spirit the students fought, that one has a unique presence. Even though it’s a cursed spirit, it’s incredibly close to a natural spirit. According to Aoi, it was able to hide among plants and was quite burnt from a few techniques like wood would be, and Tengen-sama’s barrier doesn’t function against plants. Tengen-sama’s barrier puts all its power into hiding, not protecting, so once you get in, it’s kind of weak,” Gojo answered his colleague with an explanation that led the whole room to turn completely silent for quite some time.

‘Are they worried about Sukuna’s Finger enhancing Yuji’s potential? Or are they trying to enhance themselves? Why would they need Y/N then? Something isn’t sitting right’

“For now, let’s be glad our students are safe,” Utahime mentioned with a calm smile presented on her face as there was one calm and good news that they would celebrate on.

‘Safe? How long until Y/N is going to stay safe? For how long?’

“But it goes without saying that the exchange event is now cancelled,” principal Yaga informed everyone as he turned to look at the fellow Kyoto principal, who was sitting right near him.

“Hold on, that’s not for us to decide, is it?” Gojo asked in a light tone, causing everyone in the room to look at him in confusion since they didn’t know what they meant by it not being their decision.

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“When did you start getting along with that gorilla?”

At this moment, Itadori and Kugisaki were sitting next to each side of Fushiguro’s bed, as they were visiting both you and him, while all of them were munching on the pizza (which only had a few slices left) that was currently sitting on top of Fushiguro’s legs.

“Well, we got along, but like...I remember what happened, but I wasn’t exactly myself then…” Itadori answered in complete uncertainty as he didn’t even know the answer himself, causing him to scratch his head in confusion.

“What, were you drunk?” Kugisaki questioned in confusion since she was expecting a confident answer from her classmates.

“You believe I could’ve been drinking liquor in this situation? I’m shocked,” Itadori mentioned before looking down with somewhat of a disappointed look that his owl friend thought of him like that. “But I’m glad you and Y/N weren’t seriously hurt, Fushiguro. You’re able to eat pizza now, too” Itadori stated with a smile on his face as he turned to look at the shikigami user before turning his head to see your still sleeping figure on the bed behind Kugisaki causing her to turn around to check if you had woken up yet.

“Come on, bring me something easier to digest,” Fushiguro replied since he was still recovering but nonetheless, took the food that was given to him.

“No complaining,” Kugisaki answered back before taking another bite of her pizza slice before snatching the box away from Itadori, who was about to grab another slice, due to her wanting to save the last remaining two slices of the cheesy food for you.

“Apparently, I got off easier because my cursed energy was all dried up, Ieiri-san was still able to fix me up as soon as the roots were removed, but I didn’t know Gojo used up so much cursed energy as well, Gojo seemed really worried when he went to Ieiri-san,” Fushiguro explained before turning his head to glance at you.

“Huh, so that’s a thing that can happen?” Itadori questioned.

“You fought against them, didn’t you? Also, did you see the flowers right above us when we were in the veil? They were so pretty!” Kugisaki commented, before looking up as if she was going to answer who was the person was that released the technique.

“Flowers? Oh, you mean the pink ones?! Kugisaki, those were so dangerous, didn’t you see the blue lighting explosion that happened right after?! It literally gave the curse a whole gash across its body!” Itadori exclaimed in shock causing Fushiguro to remember the array of flowers that were hanging in the sky when Panda was carrying him just before he crossed the veil.

“It was so beautiful though, I hope to see them again, I wonder who it was?” Kugisaki questioned before finishing off the last piece of pizza.

“Itadori, you’ve grown stronger. Back then, we both said our convictions were proper ones, I still think that’s true. Or, put another way, we’re both wrong,” Fushiguro mentioned with a low tone, causing both Itadori and Kugisaki to look at him as he was talking.

“Huh?” Itadori uttered in a confused tone, while Kugisaki processed to rest her face on the palm of her hand with a small pout.

“Some questions don’t have answers, you know. You’re thinking too hard, you’ll go bald,” Kugisaki mentioned.

“That’s right. There is no answer, it’s just whether or not you can accept it. But there’s no accepting anything if you can’t have it your way. Weak sorcerers can’t do that,” Fushigurp replied back causing the whole room to go silent as they were beginning to process what Fushiguro had said in his mind.

“So I’m going to become strong, too. I’ll surpass you in no time,” Fushiguro declared as he turned to face Itadori with a look of determination.

“You never change,” Itadori responded with a small light giggle.

“Don’t just move the conversation forward without me, we need to catch up with him and Gojo,” Kugisaki mentioned with annoyance painted on her face.

“That’s my brother’s friends for you!”

Suddenly, the first-year trio rapidly turned their heads forwards to suddenly discover Todo sitting down right in front of Fushiguro’s bed with a smile on his face as he nodded proudly of the conversation that he had interrupted.

Unexpectedly, Itadori rushed towards the glass sliding door next to your bed and opened it with a loud bang before swiftly sprinting away from Fushiguro’s room as fast as a cheetah, only for Todo to follow behind him yelling out where his brother was going.

“I’m grateful to you, but give me a break!” Itadori screamed, causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to look at the scene with deadpan shocked faces. However, what they didn’t seem to notice was you softly groaning at the loud noise that was happening right now leading your eyes to slowly open but quickly close due to the bright lighting in the room right now.

Hesitantly, you slower opened your eyes again to see a maroon coloured ceiling before blinking a few times to focus your sight, causing you to gradually sit up on the bed you were laying in as your looked down onto your lap leading your hair to cover your face away from your classmates, who now finally noticed that you had awakened from your slumber.

“Gojo, you’re awake!” Kugisaki announced with a smile on her face, yet that smile slowly disappeared once she noticed how you weren’t answering her at all, but rather you kept silent as your hand began to bring itself to your forehead as if you had a headache.

‘So loud…’

After sitting in silence for a while, you noticed that you were wearing a long white button-up with some black Adidas shorts leading you to wonder who changed you since Kugisaki was the only one to ever see you in your undergarments since she was always the one barging into your changing room to throw more clothing pieces for you to try. However, that was one minor inconvenience to think about right now.

Slowly, you turned your body around (so your back was facing Fushiguro and Kugisaki) before placing your feet down onto the wooden flooring, leading Fushiguro to worry about you falling since you had been asleep for quite some time, yet for some reason, you couldn’t hear him at all.

Steadily, you began to stand up with your hand on the mattress to keep some stability in case you did stumble back before you began to make your way towards the gap of the glass door that Itadori and Todo left through before gently lifting your head up to admire the clear sky from above.

‘It’s warm…’

Casually, your body began to lean on the side of the door to give yourself some support as you began to brisk in some of the light warmth the sun was giving you as if that was enough to bring you the comfort that you wanted right now before noticing how the wind was slowly picking up.

“Gojo, you would really get back in bed, you’re still in the healing process and it’s quite cold,” Kugisaki mentioned as she stood up to come to collect you and guide you back to back. However, for some reason, something was telling her to stop as she noticed how you were not listening to anyone at all - or, you just didn’t hear them as it seemed like your hearing was blocked for any human to human communication.

Instantly, the wind that was picking up suddenly blew out a large gush causing some of the leaves from the trees to violently ruffle from its branches while your hair was now messily blowing in the wind as you leaned against the side closer to maintain your footing before you steadily noticed a few pink petals making their way towards you from your right side causing your eyes to widen in shock.

‘There’s still some more?’

Slowly lifting your hand to the sky, you lightly felt the petal grazed your fingers ever so slightly before they slowly become disintegrated to a flow of cursed energy they were made out of causing Kugisaki to look at them in amazement as she stood by your side, as she realised that more was coming towards you both as if you were a magnet to them leading her to come to an assumption that you were the one that cast the flowers back when she was in the veil with the other students and teachers as she remembered that Gojo mentioned that you had used a lot of cursed energy.

“Pretty…” you softly muttered with a small but disheartened smile, trying to hide the emptiness that your heart now had to endure.

“Right,” Kugisaki answered back as she leaned her body on your side while continuing to admire the small flower show that was happening right now causing you both to not realise that the person behind you had his eyes widened as if he had just remembered something that he had completely forgotten about.

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“So anyways, a lot happened and some people died, but how about it? Want to continue with the exchange event?” Gojo asked all the students who were in the room right now...well all of them minus one.

“Where is Gojo though? Shouldn’t she be here?” Fushiguro asked while standing here the staircase as Kugisaki and Maki began to look around the room to see if you really weren’t here with them causing him to look at Fushiguro, scared about his perspective skills.

“Ah~ about that, she’s moving her stuff from her dorm to my clan’s estate for her safety!” Gojo announced before clapping his hands to the side like he did when you first came into Jujutsu Tech leading everyone in the room to widen their eyes at the news since it was quite unexpected since you seemed like the type to reject the idea since Tengen’s barrier was helping you to be protected - but for you, it was easier for you to hide your family heritage if you weren’t in the dorms much to your dismay.

“I don’t know what to say about it…” Itadori muttered as he was thinking of an answer for both the continuation of the Kyoto Sister Exchange Event as well as your sudden move away from the Jujutsu Tech student dorms.

“Obviously...we continuing it, of course,” Todo declared, causing Itadori to suddenly tense up as he steadily backed up near Gojo to have some coverage and security.

“Your reasons?” Gojo asked as he turned to look at the Kyoto student.

“First, only those with a connection to the dead have the right to mourn them, it’s not our place to butt in there and second, if people have died, that’s all the more reason we need to become stronger, besides if it weren’t for the flower technique back then, we wouldn’t have been able to cause more crucial damage to those cursed spirits. Acquired strength comes from the accumulation of results. Tasting defeat and savouring victory is what leads up to grow, the most important part is for those results to exist,” Todo explained as he became to recall the blue lightning that damaged the special-grade curse to a massive degree which was enough for him to gain the upper ground during his fight leading Gojo to internally smile at the information.

“Todo-senpai’s surprisingly reliable,” Miwa whispered to her classmate Mai.

“Reliably crazy,” Mai answered as she rested her head on her knuckles.

“Third, when a student feels like they weren’t able to bring out their best, it hangs over them until they die,” Todo mentioned with a confident smile.

“How old are you?” Gojo suddenly questioned, as Todo wasn’t even as old as he was and the Kyoto student was already talking about ‘hangs over then until they die’.

“I’m fine with that,” Fushiguro mentioned.

“We’ll win anyway,” Kugisaki stated with confidence.

“It sounds stupid, but he has a point,” Kamo replied with calmness.

“Why don’t you rest, Kamo-kun?” Nishimiya mentioned as she stared at her classmate with a fed-up expression due to the bandages wrapped around his face.

“No objections here,” Panda declared as he was answering for the second years in the Tokyo side.

“Salmon~” Inumaki replied back.

“Will we draw lots for the individual battle pair-ups? I want to see Gojo beat Todo’s ass again,” Maki asked before mentioning you since she wanted to see you in a proper fight rather than the million of practice rounds you had with her causing Kugisaki to smile at the thought as well.

“Huh? There are no individual battles this year,” Gojo unexpectedly announced, causing all of the students from both Tokyo and Kyoto to become extremely perplexed.

“I hate routines, you know. Every year, we put the competition methods in this box and open it on the day of,” Gojo explained before tossing the wooden box to Itadori, who looked up for his permission to take out whatever was in the box which he was granted when the teacher nodded at him.

Reaching into the wooden box, Itadori’s fingers felt one single piece of paper within the box before he carefully took it out to see what was written on it, only for him to blink that the wording in pure confusion.

“Baseball?!” Principal Yaga exclaimed in confusion leading Itadori to suddenly discover that both principals from the Jujutsu Tech schools were peering over his shoulders, causing Gojo to walk out of the building with a pleasant smile on his face.

Once outside, he could hear the commotion from behind as he stretched his arms happily before placing his hands in his pocket as he noticed you were standing in front of him with some distance, while one hand on your hips and the other holding a familiar carton of orange juice that he remembered leaving on the bedside table when you were recovering.

“Going home?” he asked before making his way towards you.

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Currently, you were walking towards a certain baseball field after finishing some moving your items to the Gojo clan’s estate with an outfit consisting of a simple white button-up shirt tucked into a long black skirt paired with black heeled ankle boots that you decided to wear for the first time since they had been sitting in the box for quite some time after you had brought them on your last shopping trip with Kugisaki.

From what you could hear from the distance, there seemed to be a lot of shouting going on meaning someone didn’t know the rules of the game or they just been called out and the player wasn’t having it at all.

Opening the metal gate, a few people began to notice you coming into the field leading some of your Tokyo classmates to greet you while a certain black divine dog decided to leave it’s owners side to rush to yours before sitting down in front of you with what seemed to be a happy look on its face causing a small smile tp quickly appear on your face as you began to pat its head.

“Hi there,” you greeted it, causing the dog to bark back at you while its tail continuously thumped the ground as if to express the happiness it had when it saw you.

“Shouldn’t you go back to Fushiguro to play the game?” you questioned it causing it to whine slightly before listening to you as it got up and turned back around to head towards Fushiguro, leading you to look at the side to see if there were any seats for you to sit on.

“Ah, Gojo! Are you going to play baseball with us?” Itadori asked cheerfully, causing you to smile back at him before rejecting the offer.

“You guys already started, so there is no point in my playing, but thank you for the invite,” you stated before quickly taking a seat on the bench behind you as you patted your skirt to stop any creases that were going to appear before spectating the game that was happening in front of you right now.

After a while, you had to admit that watching everyone from Jujutus Tech play baseball was certainly more interesting than the actual official game themselves on the TV screen you see from time to time, while Kugisaki throwing her helmet to the ground after the whole pitching machine incident to everyone being shocked at Momo catching the ball on her broom leading Itadori and Inumaki to shout to Todo being hit by Maki’s pitch leading everyone to encourage her further.

‘What a mess’ you thought with a grateful expression on your face that you weren’t playing in his game for the second day of the Exchange Event.

“Are you okay?” someone suddenly asked, causing you to snap out of your thoughts to look to your right to find Fushiguro looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Unable to say your answer, you nodded at him before turning back to face yourself forwards as you gradually began to recall some of the events that had happened for the past few days before your head steadily placed itself on the middle of your chest as the empty feeling was somewhat still lingering - like as if something was dragged out of your soul.

‘1000 years ago…’

“Yeah...I’m fine,” you answered slowly as more information began to recall in your mind. From how you were sealed a thousand years ago only for the same sealed to be opened fifteen years ago leading to where you were now...surrounded by people that could potentially either keep you safe or do something that had many outcomes, especially with Sukuna residing within Itadori - with relief he didn’t know anything about your real birth.

‘Should I tell Gojo?’

“Gojo...I wanted to ask...have we met before? Like before we met in Sendai?” Fushiguro questioned you with a stutter causing your eyebrow to crook up in confusion leading Kugisaki, who was next to you to look at you with the same confusion.

“No, we never met before, you drag,” you answered, still perplexed on how he came up with a question with such an obvious answer leading you to lift your hand to flick his forehead for such a stupid question.

“Is that so?” Fushiguro muttered under his breath before looking up in the sky with amazement at how far Itadori had hit the ball with his bat while you and Kugisaki did the same.

‘Tiger of the West Middle...still lives up to that name’

Unexpectedly, you heard a childish giggle leading you to turn your head to find Gojo passing the school principals while using his infinity to keep the ants below his feet safe to which caused you to scoff in amazement at how lacked he was to use his technique all the time.

“Let’s go home Y/N!” Gojo shouted, causing you to look at him with a crooked eyebrow before scoffing once again at his playful behaviour.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered under your breath before everyone in the first year stood by your side and followed you out of the field to have a conversation with you before you left to go back to the Gojo estate.

‘Home huh?’

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