Sorry I’ve been so absent I have been in deep contemplation lately. I am so sorry to anyone who is anticipating the next chapter! I promise things are coming soon but I wanted to put out a couple of announcements!
- I am planning on re-storyboarding and formatting The Orchid so some posts are going to be taken down and put back up! I promise the story will be the same but perspectives will likely change to give you guys a more dynamic story!
-I am working on some character design for Shiloh so keep an eye out!
I am going to finally settle down this month so content will be coming within the next week or two!
There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.
Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood
Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)
Author's note: We've approached the station squad, next chapter is about to be gooood.
Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Other than the twin bed, the rest of the room was simple, it was a long bedroom, not as cramped as her college dorm with one shared bathroom. “Okay then,” Shiloh responded nonchalantly, sitting on her new bed. Something about this girl perplexed Gojo. Not to say that she is ‘unlike other girls,’ but her stoicism was incredibly confusing. Gojo was used to girls fawning over him or being completely done with his annoying antics, but Shiloh, she got over things too quickly. He could tell that the living situation initially bothered her, but now she seemed completely fine. But, little did Gojo know that Shiloh was freaking the fuck out. Not because she minded the mess, she could conjure the same clothes but folded, but she didn’t know how she would live with Gojo. Unfortunately, with the constant flow of cursed energy that was flowing into her body, her ambition and sex drive are constantly high, so she literally cannot help but want to fuck Satoru. But it’s a-okay their beds are on the opposite side of the room. No worries.
Oh. My. Fucking. God Shiloh thought to herself. She had just finished conjuring all of her things and was exhausted, even though she didn't expend that much cursed energy to do so. But, what she was really “oh my fucking god-ing” about was Gojo, who just walked out of a steaming hot shower with nothing on but a white towel hanging low on his waist.
“Do you need something?” Gojo asked, plummeting Shiloh from her trance.
“Nope, I am all good, just tired is all. I keep spacing out.”
Nice save Shiloh! She shoots! And she scores Shiloh prayed that Gojo didn’t notice her previous staring but the smirk on his face said otherwise. But how could she not? His tall, lean body was glistening from the water that dripped off of his platinum hair. He looked oiled up like some stripped in Las Vegas. Genuinely, he was hot enough to slide into Magic Mike and no one would notice.
“It’s alright, I get it. People can’t resist these washboard abs,” Gojo joked, flexing his muscles.
God help me Shiloh pleaded, she understood that he was joking but her exhaustion killed her mental resolve, one more flex or movement and she would be hopping onto Satoru.
“Shut up. Boo, this is the worst show I’ve ever seen.” Shiloh said, standing up from the bed, an attempt to humble Satoru from his obnoxious posing. But seriously, she needed him to stop as soon as possible before she jumped his bones.
“Oh so you want more? I am not giving you enough Shy?”
Oh. The air made a 180 shift, and Shiloh was getting hot. But she was no pussy (said pussy being extremely wet), but aside from that fact, she does not fuck around. So she had to play the game.
“I’m not quite sure you could handle what I want babe,” Shiloh cooed in a seductive tone.
Now Gojo wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive this conversation. Shiloh’s big, brown, doe eyes glistened as she spoke, never breaking eye contact. Shiloh subtly bit her bottom lip, sucking on her cheek with a smirk.
“Oh I doubt you could handle me, babe” Gojo spoke in a mere whisper. Their faces are intimately close, noses almost touching. Shiloh licked her luscious lips, Gojo too readied himself for a night yet to come, a tent forming in his pants. And before anyone could blink, Gojo quickly gripped the back of Shiloh’s head, pulling her into a deep kiss. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him, he was never this weak, but this girl had flipped his world upside down. Shiloh fell into the kiss, pulling the two down a rabbit hole of attraction and lust. But, their moment was temporarily cut short when Gojo slightly pulled away to say “This isn’t right. But I’m okay with being wrong.”
“I guess two wrongs do make a right.”
There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.
Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood
Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)
Author's note: Sorry for all of the filler :/ I want to establish to storyline a little bit before we get into the nitty gritty
Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Chapter 2
“Ryomen Sukuna!?” the girl said aghast.
The Jujutsu community in America is fairly small, but names such as Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna are powerful enough to traverse the ocean. In America, Sukuna was known for the trail of bodies he left before his separation into the 20 fingers.
“Mhm, but don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. With you working with me, he should be an easy kill.” Satoru stated. “Oh by the way, I don’t remember you telling me your name girl.” reaching out his long slender fingers to shake your hand.
The Orchid froze. She had never seen Gojo anywhere in the press, not expecting such a muscular, yet lean figure and sculpted face. But, she did wonder what his eyes looked like under that thick blindfold of his. *The strongest? More like the hottest* she thought to herself.
“Ehem” Masamichi cleared his throat, signaling for her to shake Satoru’s outstretched hand.
“My name is Shiloh Fields, but you can just call me Shy.” Shiloh said strongly, firmly gripping Gojo’s cold hand, an attempt to distract from how her heart was racing at the right of him. Something about him made her not want to let go, and neither did he. However, their trance was broken by Masamichi also extending his hand for a handshake.
“Nice to meet you Ms. Fields, we are grateful to have you as an asset to our team.” said Masamichi. The two shook hands briefly, a noticeable difference between the handshake she previously held with Gojo. Something about it was different, almost as if there was a familiarity to the touch, a spark igniting a lost flame.
“Alright, well I think we should probably try to train together sometime.” Gojo mentioned. a good point because Shiloh and him were going to be working in combat together now.
“Yeah sure, but first where do I move in?” Shiloh asked.
“Oh– well, there is one faculty living space open.” Masamichi answered, sharing a short, yet unmissable look with Gojo.
“Great!” Shiloh replied, slightly confused by the glace the men shared.
“I’m sure Gojo wouldn’t mind escorting you to your living quarters. He is very familiar with the room” Masamichi mentioned with a slight smirk.
Gojo’s attitude was different now. For some reason, he was not the playful Gojo that was just trying to get closer to Shy. He didn’t seem angry, or sad, but he almost looked annoyed? Not at you, but at Masamichi. One thing about Shiloh is that she hates conflict, so even this slight tension in the air made her uncomfortable.
“So… we might as well get going!” Shiloh said, attempting to lighten up the mood.
“Sure.” Gojo stated boredly, “but where is your stuff?”
Shiloh’s face fell into a ‘are you serious’ type of face. Speaking no words she conjured a suitcase out of thin air with her cursed technique simply to prove her unspoken point.
“No need to get all sassy on me Ms. Fields, I don’t appreciate the attitude.” Gojo said, his eyes rolling in an unenthused manner. “Follow me.”
And with that, the Orchid and the strongest were perusing through the halls of Jujutsu high, only to stop at one of the faculty dorms.
“This is it!” Gojo sarcastically exclaimed, Shiloh couldn’t help but wonder why he was so unhappy with your rooming situation. But that curiosity was soon answered when Gojo slid the door of the dorm open. Clothes riddled the floor along with other uncleanly items, if it wasn’t for the many photos pinned of Gojo and friends Shiloh would have thought the room belonged to a homeless person.
“Uhm, I think this is your room Gojo. Where is mine?” Shiloh asked uneasily.
“Nope, this is right roomie.”
“Where is my bed?”
“Oh, my bad” Gojo quickly moved a pile of clothing to reveal a twin sized bed in the opposite corner of the room.
There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.
Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood
Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)
Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Chapter 1/1
Upon their arrival to the courtyard, they noticed there had been some new decorative decisions made by the new guest. An orchid plant, fruitful with hundreds of different flowers sat on a small table right in the middle of the courtyard. The two were fixated on the plant for a short while, cursed energy emanating off of the flowers like a nuclear bomb of curses.
“So where is he?” Gojo asked, tired as the sun was starting to set.
“I’m right here.” The Orchid said in a mocking tone.
Eyes widening, Gojo briskly turned around preparing himself to obliterate the unknown figure. He was immensely confused. How did he not sense their cursed energy? The figure in front of him was not a human, simply a blur, an amalgamation of particles, with no features to distinguish what they looked like.
“How did you–why couldn’t I sense your cursed energy like I can sense it now?” He asked.
“Well, that's all in my cursed technique but I’ve prepared a whole monologue for that so sit tight and I promise I’ll tell you. Oh shit! Pardon my French. I forgot to revert to my human form, sorry about that. How rude of me!”
The blur of particles began to reform itself into a human figure, not just human but a beautiful figure of “a girl?” Gojo whispered to Masamichi. The girl had long, dark hair, dark eyes, and tan skin. Gojo couldn’t help but look at her figure as she was wearing a white tank top and a tropical flower-printed skirt, so American.
“Okay! Now it's time for me to get serious. You should all take a seat.” the Orchid said, conjuring up two recliner movie seats out of thin air.
“Mr. Gojo, my cursed technique is very similar to yours, but just in a more physical state than atomic. I can rearrange matter to be anything I want! But, it takes a whole lot of cursed energy, but I can siphon that energy from other beings since I can control their physical states, taking their cursed energy and mending it with mine.” The last fact was interesting to both Gojo and Masamichi. It meant that you could get stronger boundlessly, having no shortage of cursed spirits or objects.
“Well– oh wait! I forgot to ask, would you guys like some snacks? I know this is kinda long.”
“No, we-”
“I do.” Gojo interjects.
After that comment, a large buttered popcorn appeared in Gojo’s lap.
“I think I’m starting to like this girl,” Gojo said to Masamichi.
What he was never going to tell Masamichi was that he was becoming completely infatuated with her. Not only was she gorgeous, but she was smart, rambling on and on about atomic theory.
“–but aside from that, my main point is that I want to work with Satoru Gojo.”
The thought of working with you excited Gojo. For some reason, the thought that she could possibly annihilate him exhilarated and somewhat aroused him.
“While Gojo may be capable of handling every cursed threat out there, he still had some weak points. I've read about the incident with Toji Fushiguro, if I was there, Toji would be on that orchid plant with all of the other special grade curses I’ve captured.”
“Wait what?” Masamichi and Gojo say in unison.
“Oh yeah, that orchid plant is my special grade orchid plant. It is what I use to siphon the cursed energy from the special-grade curses I encounter. Once they are completely drained and exorcized, their orchid falls off and dies. When a cursed spirit is manipulated into a new shape, an orchid per se, it becomes completely incapacitated so I can funnel its cursed energy directly to me with no worries at all. The process is completely irreversible for everyone other than me, so it really is foolproof.”
At this moment, Jujutsu High needed a powerful ally, especially one with wit and power to stop the most powerful curse in the world. After a shared glance between Masamichi and Gojo, the strongest let out a low grunt as he readjusted himself in his recliner before quickly responding.
“Well, I guess that settles it. You can work here, with me, on one condition.
You help me save my student from Ryomen Sukuna.”
There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.
Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood
Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)
Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Chapter 0.5/1
The tension was thick at Jujutsu High, so dense that Sukuna’s cursed technique could not break the blurry feeling of unknowing that burdened the halls. However, there were two people who definitely were not afraid of the American enigma. “The Orchid? That name is so corny, I doubt that this Orchid could even touch you. Right, Gojo?” questioned Itadori.
Gojo briefly considered the question, there was so little information about The Orchid that he was not sure how to answer. However, given his standing thus far, at least until he sees The Orchid face to face, he is still the strongest. “I mean, no one has been able to touch me yet,” Gojo answered, his arms raising into a shrug.
As Itadori and Gojo chatted through the halls, the two were stopped by the one and only principal Masamichi who spoke sternly, “Gojo. We need to talk.”
“Woah there boss man, why so serious? Is this about the–uhm–the daisy? No. the lotus? Maybe? The–” “Orchid. The Orchid.” Masamichi cut in, interrupting Gojo’s questioning that teetered between sarcasm and genuine confusion. Except, today Masamichi seemed to have no time for Gojo’s games. Although Itadori was known for being unable to read a room, even he knew that it was time to go “alrighty! Well… I’m going to leave you two to talk your big man boss talk–uhh–bye!” said Itadori before shortly bolting into the next hallway.
“So what did you need to talk about boss man?” Gojo asked, attempting to cut the intensity of Masamichi’s energy.
“The Orchid is in Japan.” Masamichi replied, “And they are here at Jujutsu High.”
“Well… is he a threat or what?”
“I’m not sure yet. But they want to speak to us.”
“Why not just you? You’re the principal.”
“Yeah, but you are the strongest.”
“Okay so where is this ‘Orchid’”
“In the Courtyard”
And with that, Gojo and Masamichi were on their way to meet with the new talk of the town.
