Gojo Taking Off His Blindfold Novels & Stories

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

His cock celebrated the sight of Jessi, arms behind her, breasts pushed forward, her head bowed submissively with her eyes closed. Judd stalked noiselessly across the tile floor to where his bags were, unzipping the top of one and extracting a black satin blindfold mask. Jessi waited patiently, eyes still closed. Rather than standing in front of her, which was their custom, he stopped behind her, lightly petting her hair. "Angel, you are amazingly beautiful. You have no idea. I think," he slid the blindfold into place, "I want you to forget about seeing for a while. Just concentrate on your other senses."

It's a shame he didn't get to see how he reacted with his heart on his palm. "Aww, come on you killjoy. You don't even have your witchy voodoo powers right now; you can't curse me. I, however," He shows him his fangs, only a short second until his face is back to normal again. Then he winks. "God, fine. But I get the first question." Joaquin takes a sip on his glass, eyes fixated on Hiro as warm blood flows straight down his throat. He gestures for him to go on, waving his hand lightly.

Probably wasn't a no. Burney put his hand on my shoulder, as if reading my thoughts. "Time to cover up," Stan said, handing Burney a strip of cloth and a clean pillow case. He took it, shooting me an apologetic look before stepping behind me. "Ready?" I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, searching one last time for Lillith's face before landing on Aaron's. His blue eyes met mine, piercing me, holding me steady as Burney lowered the red blindfold and knotted it, blanketing my world in darkness.

, is all I can say to avoid looking like a fool. He nods and walk out of the counter to where I stand. He walks to me holding a black material. He nods and walks away and I follow him but look around to be sure no one took notice of us. When he is sure no one is watching, he blindfolds me and holds my arm as he guides me to only where the moon goddess knows where. After what felt like hours we halt and I couldn’t feel his hand on my arm. I hear a loud voice say, “Take off your blind fold”

One last hurdle, tall and brutal. And Joy’s voice hit like a commandment. “Jump!” He did. The arc was clean. The landing, smoother than it had any right to be. They crossed first. Silence. Then— Explosion. The stadium roared, banners flying, students on their feet. House Six had taken a trust exercise and turned it into a goddamn art form. Fiero reached for the blindfold, pulling it off in one smooth motion—and immediately locked eyes with Joy. She was already watching.

I slam pause and squeeze my eyes shut, like that would erase the twisted, fucked-up shit burned into my brain. Irritation coils in my gut, pressure rising up my chest, and all I want to do is look away, yet for some crazy reason I can't. I want to know who the blindfolded man is... Fuck! I want to know who all these men are. My thumb hovers over the right side of my screen. "I've had enough suspense." I forward the video right to the part before the sack is yanked off the victim's head. Three out of the four men have pulled off their masks, and I recognize the third person—Mateo Rivera, another of Don Mojito's boys.

“I have a surprise.” I raised an eyebrow. “Another one?” “You’ll like this one,” he said, standing. “But you’ll have to trust me.” “That sounds dangerous.” He smiled. “Maybe. Close your eyes.” “What? No way.” “Humor me,” he said, already reaching into his pocket for something. When I saw the folded strip of fabric, I laughed. “You brought a blindfold?” “It’s tradition,” he said simply. “Now trust me.” I sighed but relented, letting him tie it gently over my eyes. Darkness pressed softly against my lashes, the world reduced to his voice and the faint rustle of movement around us.

I ask turning to Toby, who was just smiling from ear to ear as we pull over. "Our pack and you're gonna have to wait and see" he smiles getting out of the car, before I knew it he was opening my door but held a blindfold up with a smirk "but you're gonna need to wear this" he smiles Lukas getting out of the car with a laugh, not gonna lie I was starting to get nervous. I climb out of the car while Toby carefully places the blindfold to my eyes, oh how weird it feels that the roles are reversed and now I'm the one wearing this.

Bonus Chapter 16 — Blindfold & Sensory Play Future scene – their 5th wedding anniversary, in their loft, turning a quiet night into something deliberate and intense The loft is dim, lit only by a single row of low candles along the windowsill and the soft glow of city lights filtering through half-drawn curtains. Jamie is already on the bed—naked, wrists loosely cuffed to the headboard with soft leather restraints (quick-release, always). A black silk blindfold covers his eyes, tied snug but not tight. His breathing is slow, deliberate—anticipating.