Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me which is a damned shame.
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He came, a stuttin' and smiling at his good fortune. The fortune that none of them saw at all for him and frankly, it was weird. To see him win, to see him beat the Xiaolin monks. It was weird
But that still did not excuse him from raiding his glorious peaceful cave-castle and capturing him and the witch woman on that day a few years ago. It didn't excuse him from the seething ire he felt as he was stripped down to his unmentionables.
But he had to smirk, even now. He had to smirk because he never knew how kinky Jack was. The demon witch was groomed and forced into a short cutesy cheerleading outfit that bluntly flaunted her long sun-kissed legs and her lithe graceful body. He was chained to a wooden contraption by his ankles and wrists and he had to endure the yellowed substance that was methodically spread on his pale stomach in his underwear. It painted an erotic pretty picture of lusty obsessions.
Oh, it angered him and repulsed him, but he couldn't help smirking when calloused shilly-shally hands trailed over his pallid scarred skin.
"Came back for more?" he commented rather wryly and with all the calmness in the world embedded in his dulcet voice
His narrow face schooled itself into a "come hither" facade whilst the witch woman tittered. The now-adult redhead blushed a pretty crimson and ran to his (which used to be his) cave of lore, but not before pinching his indignant nipple.
He is one kinky ruler...he thought with vague amusement.
He chuckled softly and proceeded to talk to the demon witch-woman with a tone of casual conversation and tedious boredom as if nothing has happened.
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I got to watch Time After Time I, to my delight, and the fabricated implication of Jack's kinkiness was too much for me, hence, this tale of kinkiness was born.