DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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Generally speaking, Masaru Tagawa was a completely unremarkable Soul Reaper. An average-sized young man with messy black hair and green eyes, he’d graduated roughly in the middle of his class from the academy and accepted a position in the Twelfth Division, under the mistaken impression it would be safer than actively hunting down Hollows. It only took him one meeting with the Captain of said division for him to realize his error, but by then it was too late to transfer out.
Luckily, being average was an invaluable trait for survival in the Twelfth Division - good enough to avoid being used as cannon fodder or a guinea pig, but not quite good enough to attract Mayuri’s attention and wind up strapped to an operating table. Thanks to his own mediocrity, Masaru was able to survive the perils of his position relatively unscathed, save a few unpleasant scars he’d gotten from standing too close to a failed experiment.
Of course, if Mayuri ever found out about the “experiment” he’d been helping with for the past few months, a painful death would be the best option Masaru could hope for.
“All finished!” Masaru declared, then visibly winced. Hurriedly, he stuck his head back out through the hospital curtain and looked around, hoping no one had heard him. Once he was sure no one was coming, he turned his attention back to the hospital bed and its occupant.
“Please, try to restrain yourself,” Nemu Kurotsuchi scolded softly. “I shouldn’t have to remind you how Master Mayuri will react if we’re discovered.”
“Sorry, got a little carried away,” Masaru said with a blush. “Besides, I thought the one I was supposed to be restraining here was you, not me!”
“Your attempt at humor has been noted,” Nemu said dryly.
Monday, October 29, 2018
Monday, October 22, 2018
[Teen Titans] Raven's Binding Contract
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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To say Raven had never been happy about her parentage would be a massive understatement. Ever since she was a child, she had struggled against the corrupting influence of her demonic father Trigon, who sought to use her as a tool in his conquest of Earth. For years she had been forced to suppress her emotions, as even the slightest moment of anger could lead to her demonic instincts taking control. When she finally faced her father in battle and obliterated him with her true power, she thought her problems with her demonic heritage were over and done with.
But now, it seemed her status as a half-demon had gotten her into one final fix.
“How long has it been by now?” the cloaked man asked, circling the helpless superheroine. “Almost nine hours straight? Truly, your resistance is impressive, if futile in the long run.”
“FHHK YHH!”
Raven didn’t know the name or face of the man who had captured her, only that he was an ameteur magician and had apparently been planning this for a long time. The trap he’d set was too well executed to be a spur-of-the-moment thing: a mugging in a dark alley, timed perfectly so she’d stumble across it on patrol, but in a remote enough part of Jump City that the other Titans couldn’t reach her in time if she managed to call for help. She’d swooped down from the rooftops to stop the mugger, only to crash headfirst into an array of magical wards that silenced her communicator, disrupted her concentration, and sapped her strength.
It hadn’t been anywhere near enough to defeat her, of course. Raven was one of the most powerful magic users in the world, and even weakened and off-balance, her opponent couldn’t hope to match her. One cry of “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” later, the mugger was sailing out of the alley with dark energy crackling off his cloak.
At which point the female jogger he’d been harassing rammed a taser into her stomach. Raven had just enough time to curse herself for not checking for illusion spells before blacking out.
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To say Raven had never been happy about her parentage would be a massive understatement. Ever since she was a child, she had struggled against the corrupting influence of her demonic father Trigon, who sought to use her as a tool in his conquest of Earth. For years she had been forced to suppress her emotions, as even the slightest moment of anger could lead to her demonic instincts taking control. When she finally faced her father in battle and obliterated him with her true power, she thought her problems with her demonic heritage were over and done with.
But now, it seemed her status as a half-demon had gotten her into one final fix.
“How long has it been by now?” the cloaked man asked, circling the helpless superheroine. “Almost nine hours straight? Truly, your resistance is impressive, if futile in the long run.”
“FHHK YHH!”
Raven didn’t know the name or face of the man who had captured her, only that he was an ameteur magician and had apparently been planning this for a long time. The trap he’d set was too well executed to be a spur-of-the-moment thing: a mugging in a dark alley, timed perfectly so she’d stumble across it on patrol, but in a remote enough part of Jump City that the other Titans couldn’t reach her in time if she managed to call for help. She’d swooped down from the rooftops to stop the mugger, only to crash headfirst into an array of magical wards that silenced her communicator, disrupted her concentration, and sapped her strength.
It hadn’t been anywhere near enough to defeat her, of course. Raven was one of the most powerful magic users in the world, and even weakened and off-balance, her opponent couldn’t hope to match her. One cry of “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” later, the mugger was sailing out of the alley with dark energy crackling off his cloak.
At which point the female jogger he’d been harassing rammed a taser into her stomach. Raven had just enough time to curse herself for not checking for illusion spells before blacking out.
Monday, October 1, 2018
[Naruto] The Apprentice Becomes The Mistress
Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, futanari, yuri, mind control, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story.
Author's Note from the Future: Another reposted DA commission, this one from ssvidel3, who I did a lot of futa!Sakura fics for back in the day. I've got mixed feelings about this one looking back. I still like the overall humiliation and dehumanization theme, but there's a lot I'd revise about the Tsunade section, particularly the stupid nickname I picked.
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Tsunade was bored.
No, bored was an understatement. Tsunade was nearly comatose. She’d been working on paperwork for the last eight hours straight, and she still hadn’t even made a dent in the pile of forms on her desk. The only thing keeping her from going rogue to escape the onslaught of boredom was her knowledge that if she tried it, Naruto would drag her back to the village within a week.
“It’s official, I need a vacation.”
Unfortunately, saying she needed a vacation was much, much easier than getting one. Being the Hokage was a full-time job, and leaving the village without providing an adequate justification or filling out the necessary paperwork several weeks in advance could be considered desertion. However, that wasn’t the reason getting a vacation would be difficult, as Konoha’s history of punishing deserters was spotty, to say the least.
No, the real problem was her own assistant, Shizune. Though Tsunade had done an excellent job of teaching her to be an excellent medic-nin, she’d never managed to instill in her an understanding of the importance of slacking - I mean, relaxation. As a result, any time she wanted to take a break and go to, say, a poker tournament going on in a nearby town, she had to find a way to leave town without being detected by a highly-skilled ninja who knew exactly how she thought and how she fought. Even when she succeeded, it usually took far more work than just filling out the paperwork for a vacation.
If Tsunade was going to get to that poker tournament this weekend, she would need someone to act as a distraction. Someone who knew Shizune just as well as Shizune knew Tsunade, someone skilled enough to keep her occupied or incapacitated for a few days, someone who-
Author's Note from the Future: Another reposted DA commission, this one from ssvidel3, who I did a lot of futa!Sakura fics for back in the day. I've got mixed feelings about this one looking back. I still like the overall humiliation and dehumanization theme, but there's a lot I'd revise about the Tsunade section, particularly the stupid nickname I picked.
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Tsunade was bored.
No, bored was an understatement. Tsunade was nearly comatose. She’d been working on paperwork for the last eight hours straight, and she still hadn’t even made a dent in the pile of forms on her desk. The only thing keeping her from going rogue to escape the onslaught of boredom was her knowledge that if she tried it, Naruto would drag her back to the village within a week.
“It’s official, I need a vacation.”
Unfortunately, saying she needed a vacation was much, much easier than getting one. Being the Hokage was a full-time job, and leaving the village without providing an adequate justification or filling out the necessary paperwork several weeks in advance could be considered desertion. However, that wasn’t the reason getting a vacation would be difficult, as Konoha’s history of punishing deserters was spotty, to say the least.
No, the real problem was her own assistant, Shizune. Though Tsunade had done an excellent job of teaching her to be an excellent medic-nin, she’d never managed to instill in her an understanding of the importance of slacking - I mean, relaxation. As a result, any time she wanted to take a break and go to, say, a poker tournament going on in a nearby town, she had to find a way to leave town without being detected by a highly-skilled ninja who knew exactly how she thought and how she fought. Even when she succeeded, it usually took far more work than just filling out the paperwork for a vacation.
If Tsunade was going to get to that poker tournament this weekend, she would need someone to act as a distraction. Someone who knew Shizune just as well as Shizune knew Tsunade, someone skilled enough to keep her occupied or incapacitated for a few days, someone who-
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