Black Itadori Novels & Stories

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damian Black {the Dominant} and Vincent Romano {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damian Black , request of Vincent Romano the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

The man standing before her was taller than she expected. Broad shoulders. Dark tailored suit. Black tie. Sharp features. Cold gray eyes. The kind of face magazines loved. The kind of face villains probably practiced in mirrors. Power radiated from him effortlessly. Danger too. He didn't look human. He looked carved from stone. Damian Blackwood. For seven years she had imagined this moment. She'd imagined shouting. Accusing. Hating. Instead, her mind went completely blank. His gaze settled on her ID badge. Then on her face.

So I hiked my skirt up to my thigh and began my climb up. When I reached the circular and small attic window, I lunged myself up and clutched my hands onto their wooden edge. I hung there for a bit till I used all the strength I had in my hands to dive into my room, luckily I landed on my bed. Though it did make a loud creek. Hoping my mother didn’t hear, I softly got off the bed and tiptoed to my peephole. I couldn’t see Kent’s face but I saw his shaggy—but somehow all in the right places—jet black hair. I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He took his staff from the ground and made to attack. Seeing the danger, Echi charged forward too, but it was too late. He only screamed and yelled when the edge of the staff hit his forehead. Frustrated blood gushed out quickly from the opening on his forehead, then he fell, his legs first and then his whole body. It was followed by a short moan and a swift snore before he slowly drifted into a slumber that lasted for a long time.

Ryu turned to me, blood streaking his cheek, and his eyes—those deep, wild eyes—met mine. “We end this here, or we’ll be running forever,” he said. I nodded once. We wouldn’t run. We would rise. From above, the thunderclouds broke open, and a sudden downpour began. Rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking the sands of the arena, washing away blood but not the tension. The storm felt almost symbolic—cleansing and chaotic. Ryu’s wolf eyes glinted under the lightning as he stalked forward, every muscle tense. I followed at his side, no longer a victim, no longer a prisoner. I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me.

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

“Let it. I want it to find me.” “You don’t understand what you’re inviting.” “I understand enough.” He turned, golden eyes meeting hers. “It’s calling for you too, isn’t it? The part of you that was bound to the Black Moon?” Her breath caught. No one had ever said it so plainly. “Yes,” she admitted. “And if it takes me again—” “Then I’ll drag you back,” he said, voice like a vow. “Even if it kills me.” She stared at him. “You shouldn’t make oaths like that.”

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

I immediately shifted my gaze towards the entrance— where I find a black wall sealing our only exit. "This is bad indeed. Look after Persia," I said to Kuroyuki as I placed Persia down. Then, I immediately ran to Kronos and the others, where they were trying to break the black wall. "一文字!" (Ichimonji!) (Straight line!) WHAM!!! Following August's shout— was a powerful beeline katana slash hitting right at the centre of the black wall. "W-Wah…!!?" That slash was so powerful that the entire basement shook from the impact.