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Savannah Edwards could confidently say that there wasn't much in the multiverse that truly scared her these days. Even before the day she accepted Sheol's invitation, she was feared throughout her homeland as the Pink Witch, a mythical mistress of magic who had seduced and enslaved countless men and women over the course of centuries. And now that she’d joined the Interdimensional Dominatrix Council and gained allies and resources she never could have imagined in her old life, her magical power and versatility had grown by leaps and bounds.
But if there was anything out there that could still make her fear for her life, it could probably be found somewhere in the S-locked worlds.
While members of the IDC were mostly free to explore whatever parallel universes they wanted, there were a few select worlds that Sheol herself had sealed off access to, deeming them so dangerous that she simply couldn’t risk letting their denizens sneak through a portal into another realm. Interstellar empires of order and chaos waging eternal war against each other, roaming gods of gold and silver willing to sacrifice countless worlds to achieve their goals, shadowy organizations on a never-ending quest to contain and suppress all paranormal activity - if it was behind an S-lock, there was a good chance it could destroy entire universes if left unchecked.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
[Super Smash Bros] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 30: Love
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Bayonetta would be the first to admit she wasn’t particularly accustomed to losing. As the last of the Umbra Witches, she was an exceptionally powerful combatant capable of tearing through armies of Paradiso’s strongest angels with contemptuous ease. She’d killed no less than two gods, and she’d once literally traveled to Inferno and back to save her best friend Jeanne’s soul from the demon who claimed it. To suggest that there was a challenge she couldn’t rise to beat would be taken as a grave insult.
Granted, her ego had taken a bit of a hit ever since she was invited to the legendary interdimensional tournament known as Super Smash Bros. She’d shown up expecting to enjoy a long, uninterrupted winning streak, only to learn the hard way that the competition included two goddesses who could give Jubileus a run for her money, more than a few legendary heroes who had slain gods and demons alike, a turtle dragon who considered being thrown into the sun a mild annoyance, and… well, the less said about Kirby, the better.
Once she’d gotten over her initial overconfidence, however, she’d quickly found her groove and started racking up an impressive win-loss record. It wasn’t the complete and total domination she’d expected - and to be honest, she wasn’t sure her pride would ever recover from getting her ass kicked by a dog with a fishing rod - but it was enough that she could feel confident in calling herself one of the strongest fighters in the multiverse.
But right now, as she stood on the precipice of complete and utter defeat, she had to face the facts: she might have finally bitten off more than she could chew. Even with a goddess as her ally - and that was something she’d never expected to say in her life - the skill difference between herself and her opponents was simply too vast for her to overcome.
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Bayonetta would be the first to admit she wasn’t particularly accustomed to losing. As the last of the Umbra Witches, she was an exceptionally powerful combatant capable of tearing through armies of Paradiso’s strongest angels with contemptuous ease. She’d killed no less than two gods, and she’d once literally traveled to Inferno and back to save her best friend Jeanne’s soul from the demon who claimed it. To suggest that there was a challenge she couldn’t rise to beat would be taken as a grave insult.
Granted, her ego had taken a bit of a hit ever since she was invited to the legendary interdimensional tournament known as Super Smash Bros. She’d shown up expecting to enjoy a long, uninterrupted winning streak, only to learn the hard way that the competition included two goddesses who could give Jubileus a run for her money, more than a few legendary heroes who had slain gods and demons alike, a turtle dragon who considered being thrown into the sun a mild annoyance, and… well, the less said about Kirby, the better.
Once she’d gotten over her initial overconfidence, however, she’d quickly found her groove and started racking up an impressive win-loss record. It wasn’t the complete and total domination she’d expected - and to be honest, she wasn’t sure her pride would ever recover from getting her ass kicked by a dog with a fishing rod - but it was enough that she could feel confident in calling herself one of the strongest fighters in the multiverse.
But right now, as she stood on the precipice of complete and utter defeat, she had to face the facts: she might have finally bitten off more than she could chew. Even with a goddess as her ally - and that was something she’d never expected to say in her life - the skill difference between herself and her opponents was simply too vast for her to overcome.
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
[Rising of the Shield Hero] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 29: Stretched
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To say Mirellia Q. Melromarc was a tad overworked these days would be an understatement of biblical proportions. Between handling her standard duties as Queen of Melromarc, quashing the Church’s constant attempts to gain even more power, and trying to keep her power-crazed firstborn daughter in line, she had been running herself ragged for years even with the assistance of her Shadows.
Then, as if she wasn’t dealing with enough problems, the newest set of Waves had begun, and her idiot of a husband had summoned all four Legendary Heroes within Melromarc’s borders. The only reason she hadn’t rushed home and demanded to know what had possessed him to do something so monumentally stupid was because she was too busy trying to talk the leaders of every other country in the world out of declaring war over his actions - especially after word spread of her daughter’s little stunt with the Shield Hero.
And so, she’d begun a long, exhausting balancing act between managing foreign relations and trying to get a handle on her own country’s affairs. Half her time was spent negotiating with dignitaries and royals, persuading them that fighting the Waves would be a better use of their resources than beginning a doomed campaign against a kingdom defended by all four Heroes. The other half was spent using her Shadows to communicate with her contacts throughout Melromarc, calling upon them to aid the Shield Hero and mitigate the damage caused by the other three misguided Heroes.
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To say Mirellia Q. Melromarc was a tad overworked these days would be an understatement of biblical proportions. Between handling her standard duties as Queen of Melromarc, quashing the Church’s constant attempts to gain even more power, and trying to keep her power-crazed firstborn daughter in line, she had been running herself ragged for years even with the assistance of her Shadows.
Then, as if she wasn’t dealing with enough problems, the newest set of Waves had begun, and her idiot of a husband had summoned all four Legendary Heroes within Melromarc’s borders. The only reason she hadn’t rushed home and demanded to know what had possessed him to do something so monumentally stupid was because she was too busy trying to talk the leaders of every other country in the world out of declaring war over his actions - especially after word spread of her daughter’s little stunt with the Shield Hero.
And so, she’d begun a long, exhausting balancing act between managing foreign relations and trying to get a handle on her own country’s affairs. Half her time was spent negotiating with dignitaries and royals, persuading them that fighting the Waves would be a better use of their resources than beginning a doomed campaign against a kingdom defended by all four Heroes. The other half was spent using her Shadows to communicate with her contacts throughout Melromarc, calling upon them to aid the Shield Hero and mitigate the damage caused by the other three misguided Heroes.
Monday, October 28, 2019
[Scooby-Doo] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 28: Camera
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Velma Dinkley was about as far from a superstitious person as you could get. From the day she was old enough to walk and talk, she’d dedicated practically every waking moment of her life to proving the supremacy of reason and scientific analysis in the face of irrational fear and supposedly unexplainable phenomena. And going by the hundreds upon hundreds of “monsters” she and her friends had exposed as common criminals in rubber masks over the years, she’d say she was doing a spectacular job so far.
But although she’d never admit it out loud, over the course of her long career as an amateur sleuth, she’d come to regard certain phrases as a guaranteed sign that things were about to go downhill fast. And chief among those phrases was the dreaded “Okay, gang, let’s split up and search for clues!” It never failed: she, Fred, and Daphne would head off one way, Shaggy and Scooby would go the other, and within five minutes at least three of them would be tied up, locked in a room, or chased around by some creep who thought dressing up like a B-movie creature was an important part of any successful real estate scam.
If only she’d known exactly how bad of an omen it would be this time around, she might have decided to take a page out of Scooby’s book and fake a sudden illness.
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Velma Dinkley was about as far from a superstitious person as you could get. From the day she was old enough to walk and talk, she’d dedicated practically every waking moment of her life to proving the supremacy of reason and scientific analysis in the face of irrational fear and supposedly unexplainable phenomena. And going by the hundreds upon hundreds of “monsters” she and her friends had exposed as common criminals in rubber masks over the years, she’d say she was doing a spectacular job so far.
But although she’d never admit it out loud, over the course of her long career as an amateur sleuth, she’d come to regard certain phrases as a guaranteed sign that things were about to go downhill fast. And chief among those phrases was the dreaded “Okay, gang, let’s split up and search for clues!” It never failed: she, Fred, and Daphne would head off one way, Shaggy and Scooby would go the other, and within five minutes at least three of them would be tied up, locked in a room, or chased around by some creep who thought dressing up like a B-movie creature was an important part of any successful real estate scam.
If only she’d known exactly how bad of an omen it would be this time around, she might have decided to take a page out of Scooby’s book and fake a sudden illness.
Sunday, October 27, 2019
[Naruto] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 27: Worship
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Saturday, October 26, 2019
[Ranma 1/2] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 26: Crazy
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Patient Name
Saotome, Ranma
Patient ID
10493
Threat Assessment
Low to moderate. Patient 10493 is a highly-talented martial artist in his home universe, but his abilities are fairly unremarkable compared to our average clientele. The only notable risk factor is a berserk state triggered by proximity to felines or feline imagery (see supplemental document 10493-A: “Neko-ken”), which can be easily managed with the proper restraints.
Reason for Commitment
Violent and rebellious behavior, moderate misogynistic tendencies, severe ailurophobia, slight hydrophobia
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Patient Name
Saotome, Ranma
Patient ID
10493
Threat Assessment
Low to moderate. Patient 10493 is a highly-talented martial artist in his home universe, but his abilities are fairly unremarkable compared to our average clientele. The only notable risk factor is a berserk state triggered by proximity to felines or feline imagery (see supplemental document 10493-A: “Neko-ken”), which can be easily managed with the proper restraints.
Reason for Commitment
Violent and rebellious behavior, moderate misogynistic tendencies, severe ailurophobia, slight hydrophobia
Friday, October 25, 2019
[Legend of Zelda] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 25: Crawl
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There was no shortage of reasons why someone might set out on a lengthy quest to find and unseal an ancient tomb. Some might be enticed by the prospect of untold treasure or potent magical artifacts hidden within - after all, anything guarded by such a powerful magic seal had to be either extremely valuable or extremely dangerous. For others, the possibility of unearthing long-forgotten records and knowledge of Hyrule’s distant past might prove a greater lure than wealth or power. And a select few might want to pry open the massive, carved stone doors and delve into the dark, monster-infested crypt for no greater reason than simple curiosity.
Out of those options, Link’s reasoning was probably closest to the third. For him, it was all about the challenge. As the bearer of the Triforce of Courage, it was in his very nature to seek out new, difficult tasks and complete them solely for the sake of completing them. Whether that meant exploring dungeons full of hellish beasts and lethal traps, hunting down hidden treasures that had been lost for centuries, or helping random people he met in villages with meaningless errands, he was the kind of person who simply couldn’t turn down a quest.
In this case, it meant spending a week traveling to the farthest corners of Hyrule, collecting a set of three colored stone carvings, and using them to open an ancient stone mausoleum he’d stumbled upon while exploring around the north face of Death Mountain. Even if there was nothing behind it but dirt and old bones, the journey alone would make for an interesting story to tell Zelda the next time he stopped by the castle.
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There was no shortage of reasons why someone might set out on a lengthy quest to find and unseal an ancient tomb. Some might be enticed by the prospect of untold treasure or potent magical artifacts hidden within - after all, anything guarded by such a powerful magic seal had to be either extremely valuable or extremely dangerous. For others, the possibility of unearthing long-forgotten records and knowledge of Hyrule’s distant past might prove a greater lure than wealth or power. And a select few might want to pry open the massive, carved stone doors and delve into the dark, monster-infested crypt for no greater reason than simple curiosity.
Out of those options, Link’s reasoning was probably closest to the third. For him, it was all about the challenge. As the bearer of the Triforce of Courage, it was in his very nature to seek out new, difficult tasks and complete them solely for the sake of completing them. Whether that meant exploring dungeons full of hellish beasts and lethal traps, hunting down hidden treasures that had been lost for centuries, or helping random people he met in villages with meaningless errands, he was the kind of person who simply couldn’t turn down a quest.
In this case, it meant spending a week traveling to the farthest corners of Hyrule, collecting a set of three colored stone carvings, and using them to open an ancient stone mausoleum he’d stumbled upon while exploring around the north face of Death Mountain. Even if there was nothing behind it but dirt and old bones, the journey alone would make for an interesting story to tell Zelda the next time he stopped by the castle.
Thursday, October 24, 2019
[Harry Potter] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 24: Rope
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As Daphne Greengrass’s slender fingers strained to reach the knot just a few millimeters out of her grasp, she couldn’t help wondering why she’d ever thought her showing up to Hermione’s little girls-only reunion party could end in anything but a disaster.
For that matter, she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d been invited in the first place. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d so much as spoken with the girl - or with any of the other girls who had been invited, for that matter. Due to their unfortunate (albeit not entirely unearned) reputation, Slytherin didn’t exactly get along well with the other houses of Hogwarts.
If Daphne were a less cynical person, she might have believed it was Hermione’s way of quietly acknowledging her assistance during the Battle of Hogwarts. Personally, she suspected it was a calculated political move, something the new regime could tout as an example of inter-house unity against the threat of Dark wizards.
She’d been sorely tempted to ask where this “not all Slytherins are evil, traitorous monsters” sentiment was when her entire house was marched into the dungeon at wandpoint. If she hadn’t snuck out to join the fight and hexed a Death Eater who had Hannah Abbott dead to rights, she had no doubt everyone else in the dining room would have gone on assuming she was just another Pureblood supremacist.
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As Daphne Greengrass’s slender fingers strained to reach the knot just a few millimeters out of her grasp, she couldn’t help wondering why she’d ever thought her showing up to Hermione’s little girls-only reunion party could end in anything but a disaster.
For that matter, she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d been invited in the first place. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d so much as spoken with the girl - or with any of the other girls who had been invited, for that matter. Due to their unfortunate (albeit not entirely unearned) reputation, Slytherin didn’t exactly get along well with the other houses of Hogwarts.
If Daphne were a less cynical person, she might have believed it was Hermione’s way of quietly acknowledging her assistance during the Battle of Hogwarts. Personally, she suspected it was a calculated political move, something the new regime could tout as an example of inter-house unity against the threat of Dark wizards.
She’d been sorely tempted to ask where this “not all Slytherins are evil, traitorous monsters” sentiment was when her entire house was marched into the dungeon at wandpoint. If she hadn’t snuck out to join the fight and hexed a Death Eater who had Hannah Abbott dead to rights, she had no doubt everyone else in the dining room would have gone on assuming she was just another Pureblood supremacist.
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
[Danganronpa] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 23: Smoking
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“Now then, it looks like everyone’s here, so I might as well finish this!”
Akane Owari had never really stopped to think about how she might die some day. She was the kind of girl who lived in the moment, laughing in the face of danger and charging headfirst into anything that looked like a challenge without worrying about what might happen if she failed.
“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t allow any rule violations against me?”
If she had spared her own death any thought before now, however, she probably would have guessed she’d die from something simple like old age or overexertion. The idea that she might get blown to smithereens by a robotic teddy bear wielding a laser bazooka wouldn’t have even crossed her mind.
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“Now then, it looks like everyone’s here, so I might as well finish this!”
Akane Owari had never really stopped to think about how she might die some day. She was the kind of girl who lived in the moment, laughing in the face of danger and charging headfirst into anything that looked like a challenge without worrying about what might happen if she failed.
“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t allow any rule violations against me?”
If she had spared her own death any thought before now, however, she probably would have guessed she’d die from something simple like old age or overexertion. The idea that she might get blown to smithereens by a robotic teddy bear wielding a laser bazooka wouldn’t have even crossed her mind.
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
[Akame ga Kill] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 22: Ice
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From the moment of her birth, the dreaded Imperial general known as Esdeath had always felt perfectly at home surrounded by ice and cold. She had been molded by it, growing up in the frozen wastes to the north of the Empire where she was forced to hunt and kill ravenous beasts for her supper. She had been strengthened by it, rendered an invincible force of destruction by the demonic blood that now flowed through her veins. She had reveled in it, using her nigh-limitless control over ice to lay waste to villages and slaughter millions of foes in the name of the Empire.
But now, after everything she’d been through, she would have been perfectly happy spending the rest of her life on some distant tropical island where she would never see so much as a single ice cube again.
“N-nmmtmm thrmm… N-nmmtmm frrr…”
“Count louder, Snowball.” The cruel voice that barked at her was just as biting as the leather flogger that cracked against her breast. “Unless you’d like to start all over again?”
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From the moment of her birth, the dreaded Imperial general known as Esdeath had always felt perfectly at home surrounded by ice and cold. She had been molded by it, growing up in the frozen wastes to the north of the Empire where she was forced to hunt and kill ravenous beasts for her supper. She had been strengthened by it, rendered an invincible force of destruction by the demonic blood that now flowed through her veins. She had reveled in it, using her nigh-limitless control over ice to lay waste to villages and slaughter millions of foes in the name of the Empire.
But now, after everything she’d been through, she would have been perfectly happy spending the rest of her life on some distant tropical island where she would never see so much as a single ice cube again.
“N-nmmtmm thrmm… N-nmmtmm frrr…”
“Count louder, Snowball.” The cruel voice that barked at her was just as biting as the leather flogger that cracked against her breast. “Unless you’d like to start all over again?”
Monday, October 21, 2019
[Dragon Ball] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 21: Mistake
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When Lemo had retired from the Frieza Force - okay, fine, it was less a retirement and more desertion - he’d hoped that his days of getting mixed up in things way above his pay grade were over and done with. It wasn’t like he was bad at his job or anything, but in a universe full of planet-destroying superbeings, working for an intergalactic conqueror was an even more hazardous profession than most would expect. He couldn’t even count how many times he’d nearly died after pointing his gun at some random schmoe, only to learn they were secretly a martial-arts master who could rip out his throat with a drinking straw or something like that.
That was one of the reasons he’d stuck around on Vampa as long as he had. If the planet was so remote and inhospitable that not even Frieza wanted anything to do with it, it wasn’t like any other spacefaring mega-badasses would randomly decide to stop by and start trouble, right?
Unfortunately, if the heavily-armored alien who had just chokeslammed him through a rock pillar was any indication, the universe didn’t care all that much about his plans for a peaceful retirement.
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When Lemo had retired from the Frieza Force - okay, fine, it was less a retirement and more desertion - he’d hoped that his days of getting mixed up in things way above his pay grade were over and done with. It wasn’t like he was bad at his job or anything, but in a universe full of planet-destroying superbeings, working for an intergalactic conqueror was an even more hazardous profession than most would expect. He couldn’t even count how many times he’d nearly died after pointing his gun at some random schmoe, only to learn they were secretly a martial-arts master who could rip out his throat with a drinking straw or something like that.
That was one of the reasons he’d stuck around on Vampa as long as he had. If the planet was so remote and inhospitable that not even Frieza wanted anything to do with it, it wasn’t like any other spacefaring mega-badasses would randomly decide to stop by and start trouble, right?
Unfortunately, if the heavily-armored alien who had just chokeslammed him through a rock pillar was any indication, the universe didn’t care all that much about his plans for a peaceful retirement.
Sunday, October 20, 2019
[Fairy Tail] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 20: Iron
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“Rise and shine, red! I know I hit you hard, but your little blonde friend is already waking up, and I don’t like having to repeat myself.”
A dazed, groggy moan escaped Erza Scarlet’s lips as a feminine hand repeatedly slapped against her right cheek, rousing her bit by bit from her unconscious state. Her head was throbbing with one of the worst headaches she’d ever experienced, and her whole body felt stiff and unresponsive.
Just what had happened to put her in such a state? It felt like her memories were swirling around in her skull like bits of paper in a whirlwind, floating just out of her grasp. Had she gotten a little too carried away during that party last night? No, that couldn’t have been it. She’d been sure to watch how much she drank, since she had that job the next da-
That was it! Erza remembered it all now: a merchant woman had hired her and Lucy to protect her from bandits on the way to Bosco. Instead of a few easily-handled thugs, however, they’d scarcely made it across the border when an infamous slave-trading Dark Guild had ambushed them! Working together, the two Fairy Tail mages had taken down every last one of their attackers, but the sheer number of foes had left them badly exhausted.
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“Rise and shine, red! I know I hit you hard, but your little blonde friend is already waking up, and I don’t like having to repeat myself.”
A dazed, groggy moan escaped Erza Scarlet’s lips as a feminine hand repeatedly slapped against her right cheek, rousing her bit by bit from her unconscious state. Her head was throbbing with one of the worst headaches she’d ever experienced, and her whole body felt stiff and unresponsive.
Just what had happened to put her in such a state? It felt like her memories were swirling around in her skull like bits of paper in a whirlwind, floating just out of her grasp. Had she gotten a little too carried away during that party last night? No, that couldn’t have been it. She’d been sure to watch how much she drank, since she had that job the next da-
That was it! Erza remembered it all now: a merchant woman had hired her and Lucy to protect her from bandits on the way to Bosco. Instead of a few easily-handled thugs, however, they’d scarcely made it across the border when an infamous slave-trading Dark Guild had ambushed them! Working together, the two Fairy Tail mages had taken down every last one of their attackers, but the sheer number of foes had left them badly exhausted.
Saturday, October 19, 2019
[My Hero Academia] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 19: Moonlight
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Looking up at the bright full moon shining in the sky almost directly overhead, Toru Hagakure whimpered in despair. She didn’t know how much time she had left before midnight - thirty seconds? Two minutes? Ten minutes, if she was lucky? All she knew was that it wouldn’t be long enough for her to escape her bonds before her kidnappers returned.
She’d known that going into the city by herself on a shopping trip was a horrible idea, especially so late at night. With the League of Villains still lurking in the shadows and villain attacks in general on the rise throughout Japan, a lone UA student running around unguarded would be too tempting a target to pass up for certain unsavory individuals. Still, Toru had been sure that her Quirk would allow her to easily slip away and hide if trouble came her way.
Her capture had been bad luck, plain and simple. A small-time street thug with a vision-based Quirk had somehow seen through her invisibility and alerted the rest of his gang. Using his power to track her down, they’d lured her into an alleyway and shot her with some kind of paralyzing dart, incapacitating her while they closed in around her.
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Looking up at the bright full moon shining in the sky almost directly overhead, Toru Hagakure whimpered in despair. She didn’t know how much time she had left before midnight - thirty seconds? Two minutes? Ten minutes, if she was lucky? All she knew was that it wouldn’t be long enough for her to escape her bonds before her kidnappers returned.
She’d known that going into the city by herself on a shopping trip was a horrible idea, especially so late at night. With the League of Villains still lurking in the shadows and villain attacks in general on the rise throughout Japan, a lone UA student running around unguarded would be too tempting a target to pass up for certain unsavory individuals. Still, Toru had been sure that her Quirk would allow her to easily slip away and hide if trouble came her way.
Her capture had been bad luck, plain and simple. A small-time street thug with a vision-based Quirk had somehow seen through her invisibility and alerted the rest of his gang. Using his power to track her down, they’d lured her into an alleyway and shot her with some kind of paralyzing dart, incapacitating her while they closed in around her.
Friday, October 18, 2019
[Love Hina] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 18: Blackmail
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Maybe it was a little unfair of her, but on some level, Mitsune Konno (better known as Kitsune to her friends) couldn’t help feeling like this was all Keitaro’s fault.
Sure, it might have been a little foolish of her to risk the money she’d set aside for rent on a “sure bet” at the tracks. Sure, her alcohol expenditures had been a tiny bit higher than usual this month. And sure, she’d already sweet-talked Keitaro into giving her an extension on her rent for the last three months straight and hadn’t made any effort to pay it back since then.
...Okay, fine, maybe Keitaro wasn’t the one at fault for once in his life. Still, given his well-earned reputation as the biggest pushover in all of Tokyo, she hadn’t expected him to finally grow a pair and threaten to evict her if she didn’t at least make a good faith payment on the rent she owed.
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Maybe it was a little unfair of her, but on some level, Mitsune Konno (better known as Kitsune to her friends) couldn’t help feeling like this was all Keitaro’s fault.
Sure, it might have been a little foolish of her to risk the money she’d set aside for rent on a “sure bet” at the tracks. Sure, her alcohol expenditures had been a tiny bit higher than usual this month. And sure, she’d already sweet-talked Keitaro into giving her an extension on her rent for the last three months straight and hadn’t made any effort to pay it back since then.
...Okay, fine, maybe Keitaro wasn’t the one at fault for once in his life. Still, given his well-earned reputation as the biggest pushover in all of Tokyo, she hadn’t expected him to finally grow a pair and threaten to evict her if she didn’t at least make a good faith payment on the rent she owed.
Thursday, October 17, 2019
[Danganronpa] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 17: Misery
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For almost as long as he could remember, Shuji Yaginuma had lived all by himself in a cabin in the woods.
He hadn’t always lived alone, of course, but his parents had died in a car accident when he was very young. With no other relatives who could take him in, he was sent away to live with his great uncle Sanzo, who raised him with love and care as if he were his own child.
Uncle Sanzo was a very smart man, and he taught Shuji everything he needed to know about surviving deep in the woods. He learned how to feed himself by farming, hunting, and fishing, how to sew his own clothing from natural materials, how to protect himself by setting booby traps around the cabin, and how to put an arrow through a target the size of a grapefruit from 250 meters away.
Shuji also learned about the evil race of lemur people who controlled the world from the shadows, the government mind-control beacons hidden in all electronic devices, and the imminent apocalypse that would consume all mankind. Once a month, Uncle Sanzo would take him to the nearest town two miles away, and they’d spend the day handing out hand-printed pamphlets about the great lemur conspiracy to everyone they met.
No one ever seemed to take them very seriously, but Uncle Sanzo never gave up hope that someday, he would open the people’s eyes and bring the whole corrupt system down on those tree-climbing bastards. That was why, even after Uncle Sanzo had passed away in his sleep when Shuji was eight, Shuji had kept printing out his pamphlets every month and making the trek into town to hand them out.
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For almost as long as he could remember, Shuji Yaginuma had lived all by himself in a cabin in the woods.
He hadn’t always lived alone, of course, but his parents had died in a car accident when he was very young. With no other relatives who could take him in, he was sent away to live with his great uncle Sanzo, who raised him with love and care as if he were his own child.
Uncle Sanzo was a very smart man, and he taught Shuji everything he needed to know about surviving deep in the woods. He learned how to feed himself by farming, hunting, and fishing, how to sew his own clothing from natural materials, how to protect himself by setting booby traps around the cabin, and how to put an arrow through a target the size of a grapefruit from 250 meters away.
Shuji also learned about the evil race of lemur people who controlled the world from the shadows, the government mind-control beacons hidden in all electronic devices, and the imminent apocalypse that would consume all mankind. Once a month, Uncle Sanzo would take him to the nearest town two miles away, and they’d spend the day handing out hand-printed pamphlets about the great lemur conspiracy to everyone they met.
No one ever seemed to take them very seriously, but Uncle Sanzo never gave up hope that someday, he would open the people’s eyes and bring the whole corrupt system down on those tree-climbing bastards. That was why, even after Uncle Sanzo had passed away in his sleep when Shuji was eight, Shuji had kept printing out his pamphlets every month and making the trek into town to hand them out.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
[RWBY] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 16: Threat
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Despite maintaining the carefully cultivated image of a strict disciplinarian, Glynda Goodwitch cared deeply for each and every student she taught at Beacon Academy. It was her sworn duty to not only help mold these young men and women into the valiant Hunters of tomorrow, but to keep them safe until their potential was realized.
And it was because of that dedication to her students that she stood alone in an empty classroom after midnight, fidgeting nervously with her clothing as she waited for her “guest” to arrive. Given the choice, she would much rather have gone to bed a few hours ago, especially after the… eventful day she’d had. But considering the current situation, her hands were tied.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say her hands were about to be tied.
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Despite maintaining the carefully cultivated image of a strict disciplinarian, Glynda Goodwitch cared deeply for each and every student she taught at Beacon Academy. It was her sworn duty to not only help mold these young men and women into the valiant Hunters of tomorrow, but to keep them safe until their potential was realized.
And it was because of that dedication to her students that she stood alone in an empty classroom after midnight, fidgeting nervously with her clothing as she waited for her “guest” to arrive. Given the choice, she would much rather have gone to bed a few hours ago, especially after the… eventful day she’d had. But considering the current situation, her hands were tied.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say her hands were about to be tied.
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
[Metroid] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 15: Squeeze
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Monday, October 14, 2019
[Tomb Raider] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 14: Quicksand
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It went without saying that tomb raiding was about as far from a safe hobby as you could get. Lara Croft couldn’t even begin to count the number of potentially fatal hazards she’d run into over the course of her career. Bottomless pits, booby traps (both magical and mundane in nature), sharks, dinosaurs, bloodthirsty mercenaries, immortal Atlantean rulers with potentially apocalyptic plans - the list went on and on.
Contrary to popular belief, however, quicksand was near the very bottom of the list. In fact, the only reason it was on the list at all was because she’d run into a few magically-enhanced pits of the stuff on very rare occasions.
For an experienced tomb raider like Lara, quicksand was less of a danger and more of a minor inconvenience. Despite what old adventure movies would have you believe, quicksand was slow-acting and easy to escape as long as you stayed calm and didn’t make too many sudden movements. Even if you panicked and sunk at full speed, the low density compared to the average human body meant it was effectively impossible to sink below waist level, regardless of how deep the pit was.
Of course, just because quicksand was rarely dangerous didn’t mean it couldn’t be dangerous. Lara knew all too well that anything could be potentially fatal if you used it in the proper way - something that many of her now-deceased enemies had learned to their detriment.
And as fate would have it, Lara had found herself in a situation where falling into quicksand would spell a short, messy end for her.
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It went without saying that tomb raiding was about as far from a safe hobby as you could get. Lara Croft couldn’t even begin to count the number of potentially fatal hazards she’d run into over the course of her career. Bottomless pits, booby traps (both magical and mundane in nature), sharks, dinosaurs, bloodthirsty mercenaries, immortal Atlantean rulers with potentially apocalyptic plans - the list went on and on.
Contrary to popular belief, however, quicksand was near the very bottom of the list. In fact, the only reason it was on the list at all was because she’d run into a few magically-enhanced pits of the stuff on very rare occasions.
For an experienced tomb raider like Lara, quicksand was less of a danger and more of a minor inconvenience. Despite what old adventure movies would have you believe, quicksand was slow-acting and easy to escape as long as you stayed calm and didn’t make too many sudden movements. Even if you panicked and sunk at full speed, the low density compared to the average human body meant it was effectively impossible to sink below waist level, regardless of how deep the pit was.
Of course, just because quicksand was rarely dangerous didn’t mean it couldn’t be dangerous. Lara knew all too well that anything could be potentially fatal if you used it in the proper way - something that many of her now-deceased enemies had learned to their detriment.
And as fate would have it, Lara had found herself in a situation where falling into quicksand would spell a short, messy end for her.
Sunday, October 13, 2019
[Sword Art Online] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 13: Glue
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There was no doubt that Asuna Yuuki and Kazuto Kirigaya (or Kirito, as most of his friends called him) were head over heels in love with each other. There was an unbreakable bond between the two of them, a connection forged in the fires of battle and tempered with undying trust, mutual understanding, and a slightly excessive amount of passionate, kinky sex.
That said, even the best of couples experienced marital strife from time to time. Luckily, they had a rather simple system in place to handle the worst of it. Whenever one of them made a mistake that would normally leave them in the doghouse with the other, they would instead be required to participate in a single kinky fantasy scenario of their spouse’s choice.
And given his continued difficulty grasping even the absolute basics of romance, it was no surprise that Kirito found himself indulging Asuna’s crossdressing fetish on a regular basis.
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There was no doubt that Asuna Yuuki and Kazuto Kirigaya (or Kirito, as most of his friends called him) were head over heels in love with each other. There was an unbreakable bond between the two of them, a connection forged in the fires of battle and tempered with undying trust, mutual understanding, and a slightly excessive amount of passionate, kinky sex.
That said, even the best of couples experienced marital strife from time to time. Luckily, they had a rather simple system in place to handle the worst of it. Whenever one of them made a mistake that would normally leave them in the doghouse with the other, they would instead be required to participate in a single kinky fantasy scenario of their spouse’s choice.
And given his continued difficulty grasping even the absolute basics of romance, it was no surprise that Kirito found himself indulging Asuna’s crossdressing fetish on a regular basis.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
[Bleach] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 12: Hypnosis
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As a veteran Soul Reaper, Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto had seen her fair share of weird, seemingly impossible things in her life. Swords that turned into gigantic baby-faced bug monsters, people who could get sliced open down to the spine and walk it off like it was nothing, bookmarks that could rewrite people’s memories - things like that were the norm in her line of work.
Despite all the strange things she’d seen, though, there was still only so much that she was willing to believe, and she wasn’t the type of person who would hesitate to call bullshit if her suspension of disbelief was pushed too far.
That was the reason she was currently knocking on a door in one of the upper-class districts of Rukongai. While out drinking a few nights ago, she’d encountered a woman named Tomiko who claimed she could hypnotize people with nothing more than a coin on a string.
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As a veteran Soul Reaper, Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto had seen her fair share of weird, seemingly impossible things in her life. Swords that turned into gigantic baby-faced bug monsters, people who could get sliced open down to the spine and walk it off like it was nothing, bookmarks that could rewrite people’s memories - things like that were the norm in her line of work.
Despite all the strange things she’d seen, though, there was still only so much that she was willing to believe, and she wasn’t the type of person who would hesitate to call bullshit if her suspension of disbelief was pushed too far.
That was the reason she was currently knocking on a door in one of the upper-class districts of Rukongai. While out drinking a few nights ago, she’d encountered a woman named Tomiko who claimed she could hypnotize people with nothing more than a coin on a string.
Friday, October 11, 2019
Kinktober 2019 Prompt 11: Clown
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Wakey wakey, sleepyhead! Geez, what’s taking you so long? I didn’t use that much knockout gas in that trick flower. Least I don’t think I did, did I? I used less than I usually dose Nightfall with, and I figure she’s probably built up some kinda resistance by now…
Oh goody, you’re awake! ...And you’re already screaming. Why does everyone have to be so scared of clowns these days? We used to be fun and lovable, but then some jerkoff in Maine wrote a creepy book that hit it big, and now everyone thinks I spend my time eating kids in storm drains!
I mean, look at me! I’ve got the cutest little red pigtails, a big poofy green-and-white dress and striped stockings, and a figure that should be dropping jaws from three counties over! But whenever people look at me, all they see is the pale white skin and the facepaint before they run away screaming! Really, with discrimination like that, can you blame a girl for indulging in a little bit of supervillainy here and there to blow off some steam?
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Wakey wakey, sleepyhead! Geez, what’s taking you so long? I didn’t use that much knockout gas in that trick flower. Least I don’t think I did, did I? I used less than I usually dose Nightfall with, and I figure she’s probably built up some kinda resistance by now…
Oh goody, you’re awake! ...And you’re already screaming. Why does everyone have to be so scared of clowns these days? We used to be fun and lovable, but then some jerkoff in Maine wrote a creepy book that hit it big, and now everyone thinks I spend my time eating kids in storm drains!
I mean, look at me! I’ve got the cutest little red pigtails, a big poofy green-and-white dress and striped stockings, and a figure that should be dropping jaws from three counties over! But whenever people look at me, all they see is the pale white skin and the facepaint before they run away screaming! Really, with discrimination like that, can you blame a girl for indulging in a little bit of supervillainy here and there to blow off some steam?
Thursday, October 10, 2019
[Pokemon] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 10: Closet
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“...Your fault.”
“My fault?! How is this my fault? If your stupid Camerupt hadn’t knocked my Sharpedo off course, I would’ve had that fight in the bag!”
“...Stupid fish… flopping around… got in my way.”
“Personally, I’d say you have bigger problems right now than arguing over why you lost,” the dark-skinned man in the lab coat interjected, making Shelly wince as yet another colorful coil of bright red rope was cinched tightly around her legs. That made four so far: one around her thighs just a few inches below her crotch, two just above and below her knees, and now this one around her calves.
And if Courtney’s bindings were any indication, the fifth coil of rope lying on the ground nearby would soon find its way around her ankles.
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“...Your fault.”
“My fault?! How is this my fault? If your stupid Camerupt hadn’t knocked my Sharpedo off course, I would’ve had that fight in the bag!”
“...Stupid fish… flopping around… got in my way.”
“Personally, I’d say you have bigger problems right now than arguing over why you lost,” the dark-skinned man in the lab coat interjected, making Shelly wince as yet another colorful coil of bright red rope was cinched tightly around her legs. That made four so far: one around her thighs just a few inches below her crotch, two just above and below her knees, and now this one around her calves.
And if Courtney’s bindings were any indication, the fifth coil of rope lying on the ground nearby would soon find its way around her ankles.
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
[Overlord] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 9: Chaste
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In all the world, there was no military force quite as feared as the Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy. As an elite team of heroic-level soldiers with access to some of the strongest equipment and artifacts in existence, they were routinely assigned to do battle with forces not even an army of ordinary mortals could hope to defeat.
Since their conception, many of their members had died in the line of duty and been subsequently replaced, and a select few had survived long enough to retire. However, only two had ever defected from the Black Scripture and lived to tell the tale.
The first was Clementine, a sadistic warrior infamous for crafting her armor out of the medals of adventurers she slew in battle. Even without the equipment she was forced to leave behind in her escape, she was feared as one of the strongest humans alive right up until her gruesome death at the hands of the mysterious adventurer Momon.
The second, the dark wizard Veld, was only spoken of in whispered, uncertain rumors - not only out of fear, but because the Slane Theocracy had gone to great lengths to suppress all knowledge of his existence. His defection was already enough to earn him a death sentence, but he had gone a step further than even Clementine had, leaving his former masters with a black eye that they would be unlikely to ever truly recover from.
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In all the world, there was no military force quite as feared as the Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy. As an elite team of heroic-level soldiers with access to some of the strongest equipment and artifacts in existence, they were routinely assigned to do battle with forces not even an army of ordinary mortals could hope to defeat.
Since their conception, many of their members had died in the line of duty and been subsequently replaced, and a select few had survived long enough to retire. However, only two had ever defected from the Black Scripture and lived to tell the tale.
The first was Clementine, a sadistic warrior infamous for crafting her armor out of the medals of adventurers she slew in battle. Even without the equipment she was forced to leave behind in her escape, she was feared as one of the strongest humans alive right up until her gruesome death at the hands of the mysterious adventurer Momon.
The second, the dark wizard Veld, was only spoken of in whispered, uncertain rumors - not only out of fear, but because the Slane Theocracy had gone to great lengths to suppress all knowledge of his existence. His defection was already enough to earn him a death sentence, but he had gone a step further than even Clementine had, leaving his former masters with a black eye that they would be unlikely to ever truly recover from.
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
[Konosuba] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 8: Water
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Since his resurrection in another world, Kazuma Satou had been subject to every embarrassment under the sun and then some. He’d been saddled with a party full of useless idiots who could barely function in society, and he was somehow expected to lead them to defeat the Devil King. Most of the reward money he earned from adventuring was spent paying for Explosion-induced property damage or a certain so-called goddess’s astronomical bar tab. He’d even died more than a few times, and not even in an awesome way he could brag about at the tavern later.
And the less said about Megumin’s little “Holy Sword Excalibur” prank, the better.
But even after everything he’d been through, Kazuma wouldn’t hesitate to describe his latest defeat as the most embarrassing moment of his adventuring career. To say his team had been mercilessly crushed would be an understatement. His skills and luck, Megumin’s Explosion magic, Darkness’s inhuman durability - none of it had been enough to stop the monster that had attacked them in their own home and defeated them with barely a hint of effort.
On its own, such an occurrence wouldn’t have even cracked the top ten worst things to ever happen to Kazuma. But there were other factors involved, and chief among them was the identity of the woman currently jabbing Kazuma’s butt with the pointy heel of her leather boots.
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Since his resurrection in another world, Kazuma Satou had been subject to every embarrassment under the sun and then some. He’d been saddled with a party full of useless idiots who could barely function in society, and he was somehow expected to lead them to defeat the Devil King. Most of the reward money he earned from adventuring was spent paying for Explosion-induced property damage or a certain so-called goddess’s astronomical bar tab. He’d even died more than a few times, and not even in an awesome way he could brag about at the tavern later.
And the less said about Megumin’s little “Holy Sword Excalibur” prank, the better.
But even after everything he’d been through, Kazuma wouldn’t hesitate to describe his latest defeat as the most embarrassing moment of his adventuring career. To say his team had been mercilessly crushed would be an understatement. His skills and luck, Megumin’s Explosion magic, Darkness’s inhuman durability - none of it had been enough to stop the monster that had attacked them in their own home and defeated them with barely a hint of effort.
On its own, such an occurrence wouldn’t have even cracked the top ten worst things to ever happen to Kazuma. But there were other factors involved, and chief among them was the identity of the woman currently jabbing Kazuma’s butt with the pointy heel of her leather boots.
Monday, October 7, 2019
[Worm] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 7: Auction
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The supervillain known only as Bakuda couldn’t be called a humble woman by any stretch of the imagination. If she were, she wouldn’t have snapped hard enough to trigger after one of her professors flunked her for the first time in her life.
She also wouldn’t have retaliated for the flagrant insult to her brilliance by rigging her university with enough Tinkertech bombs to literally blast it back to the Stone Age and holding it for ransom. And she certainly wouldn’t have gone on to seize control of the most feared gang of villains in Brockton Bay and orchestrate the largest city-wide bombing campaign in American history.
“Okay, folks, that’s all the normal merchandise sold. Time to roll out the one you all came here for!”
But as she was wheeled out onto a spotlit stage, her muffled curses and threats drowned out by the chatter of the crowd below, even Bakuda had to admit that maybe her supervillain career had been going a bit downhill lately.
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The supervillain known only as Bakuda couldn’t be called a humble woman by any stretch of the imagination. If she were, she wouldn’t have snapped hard enough to trigger after one of her professors flunked her for the first time in her life.
She also wouldn’t have retaliated for the flagrant insult to her brilliance by rigging her university with enough Tinkertech bombs to literally blast it back to the Stone Age and holding it for ransom. And she certainly wouldn’t have gone on to seize control of the most feared gang of villains in Brockton Bay and orchestrate the largest city-wide bombing campaign in American history.
“Okay, folks, that’s all the normal merchandise sold. Time to roll out the one you all came here for!”
But as she was wheeled out onto a spotlit stage, her muffled curses and threats drowned out by the chatter of the crowd below, even Bakuda had to admit that maybe her supervillain career had been going a bit downhill lately.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
[One Piece] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 6: Theft
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“Tell you what, Miss Navigator. If you ever wind up eating a Devil Fruit and come up with a fun way to use it, I’ll let you tie me up and try it out on me whenever you want. Deal?”
As her lover’s tongue flicked delicately at her nipple and two dexterous fingers expertly teased her clit, the tiny part of Nico Robin’s mind not overwhelmed with sexual frustration mused that maybe, just maybe, she should have just agreed to give Nami a turn on top.
It had all started a few days after the Straw Hats departed from Water 7, when Robin had decided to explore the Thousand Sunny’s lower decks and accidentally discovered Nami tying herself up in one of the storage rooms. In hindsight, the polite thing to do would have been to apologize for intruding and leave, but watching a blushing half-bound Nami stammer her way through a hasty explanation had awoken some unexpected feelings in Robin.
Seeing such a confident and headstrong woman reduced to such a flustered, helpless state… it was strangely adorable to Robin. Surely there wouldn’t be anything wrong with teasing her a bit while she was like this, right?
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“Tell you what, Miss Navigator. If you ever wind up eating a Devil Fruit and come up with a fun way to use it, I’ll let you tie me up and try it out on me whenever you want. Deal?”
As her lover’s tongue flicked delicately at her nipple and two dexterous fingers expertly teased her clit, the tiny part of Nico Robin’s mind not overwhelmed with sexual frustration mused that maybe, just maybe, she should have just agreed to give Nami a turn on top.
It had all started a few days after the Straw Hats departed from Water 7, when Robin had decided to explore the Thousand Sunny’s lower decks and accidentally discovered Nami tying herself up in one of the storage rooms. In hindsight, the polite thing to do would have been to apologize for intruding and leave, but watching a blushing half-bound Nami stammer her way through a hasty explanation had awoken some unexpected feelings in Robin.
Seeing such a confident and headstrong woman reduced to such a flustered, helpless state… it was strangely adorable to Robin. Surely there wouldn’t be anything wrong with teasing her a bit while she was like this, right?
Saturday, October 5, 2019
[Hellsing] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 5: Permanent
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Friday, October 4, 2019
[MCU] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 4: Powerful
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If there was anyone worthy of calling themselves the most powerful human in the universe, it was Carol Danvers. From the moment she was inadvertently imbued with the power of an Infinity Stone, she’d gained the strength to lay waste to entire cities if she were so inclined, and her skill and control over her cosmic power had only increased over her decades of experience. She’d destroyed flagships in a single attack, saved millions of lives across hundreds of planets, and even briefly held her own in a fistfight with the Mad Titan Thanos.
“You missed a spot in front of the southeast transmat, servant girl. Go back and correct your mistake immediately, and I may consider not adding another solar cycle to your belt timer.”
She had to admit, though, anyone who looked at her right now could be forgiven for not realizing just how powerful she was. After all, why would someone who could wipe out an entire Kree fleet in a matter of seconds be working as a latex-clad bondage maid in a palace on some backwater planet?
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If there was anyone worthy of calling themselves the most powerful human in the universe, it was Carol Danvers. From the moment she was inadvertently imbued with the power of an Infinity Stone, she’d gained the strength to lay waste to entire cities if she were so inclined, and her skill and control over her cosmic power had only increased over her decades of experience. She’d destroyed flagships in a single attack, saved millions of lives across hundreds of planets, and even briefly held her own in a fistfight with the Mad Titan Thanos.
“You missed a spot in front of the southeast transmat, servant girl. Go back and correct your mistake immediately, and I may consider not adding another solar cycle to your belt timer.”
She had to admit, though, anyone who looked at her right now could be forgiven for not realizing just how powerful she was. After all, why would someone who could wipe out an entire Kree fleet in a matter of seconds be working as a latex-clad bondage maid in a palace on some backwater planet?
Thursday, October 3, 2019
[Okaa-san Online] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 3: Spank
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Despite the ever-growing multitude of skills at her disposal, Mamako Oosuki wasn’t exactly famous for her keen awareness of danger. She was the type of person who, upon being confronted by a masked gunman on her front doorstep, would probably invite him in for a home-cooked meal and a relaxing back rub without batting an eye.
Even so, there was a certain threshold where even she would be forced to admit something was wrong, and waking up bound, gagged, and blindfolded in a drafty room was definitely over that threshold.
Her head and hands were both stuck through holes in some kind of strange wooden device that rattled as she tried to free herself. She faintly remembered seeing something like it on a TV show once, but couldn’t quite remember what it was called. A pillow? A pullery? She was pretty sure it was something along those lines.
Whatever it was called, it was low enough to the ground that Mamako was stuck bending forward at a right angle. It probably would’ve been more comfortable for her to kneel, but there was a rope belt tied around her waist and tethered to an unseen point above her, preventing her from lowering her butt even an inch. She couldn’t even move her feet to get into a more comfortable position, as both her ankles had been chained to the floor.
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Despite the ever-growing multitude of skills at her disposal, Mamako Oosuki wasn’t exactly famous for her keen awareness of danger. She was the type of person who, upon being confronted by a masked gunman on her front doorstep, would probably invite him in for a home-cooked meal and a relaxing back rub without batting an eye.
Even so, there was a certain threshold where even she would be forced to admit something was wrong, and waking up bound, gagged, and blindfolded in a drafty room was definitely over that threshold.
Her head and hands were both stuck through holes in some kind of strange wooden device that rattled as she tried to free herself. She faintly remembered seeing something like it on a TV show once, but couldn’t quite remember what it was called. A pillow? A pullery? She was pretty sure it was something along those lines.
Whatever it was called, it was low enough to the ground that Mamako was stuck bending forward at a right angle. It probably would’ve been more comfortable for her to kneel, but there was a rope belt tied around her waist and tethered to an unseen point above her, preventing her from lowering her butt even an inch. She couldn’t even move her feet to get into a more comfortable position, as both her ankles had been chained to the floor.
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
[Octopath Traveler] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 2: Criminal
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On most maps of the continent of Orsterra, the desert settlement of Whitedune barely rated a mention. It was a small, nondescript town in the Sunlands just southwest of Sunshade, with no real cultural landmarks or tourist attractions that might make it worth seeking out.
“Make way for the thieving sissy boy, everyone! Clear a path for the thieving, panty-chewing sissy boy!”
However, as a red-faced Therion stumbled his way down yet another dusty, winding street lined with jeering townspeople, the heavy sign around his neck swinging back and forth with every uneasy step he took, he decided he was going to make it his life’s mission to ensure Whitedune was prominently displayed on every map ever printed. Preferably with “AVOID AT ALL COSTS” printed next to it in bold letters.
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On most maps of the continent of Orsterra, the desert settlement of Whitedune barely rated a mention. It was a small, nondescript town in the Sunlands just southwest of Sunshade, with no real cultural landmarks or tourist attractions that might make it worth seeking out.
“Make way for the thieving sissy boy, everyone! Clear a path for the thieving, panty-chewing sissy boy!”
However, as a red-faced Therion stumbled his way down yet another dusty, winding street lined with jeering townspeople, the heavy sign around his neck swinging back and forth with every uneasy step he took, he decided he was going to make it his life’s mission to ensure Whitedune was prominently displayed on every map ever printed. Preferably with “AVOID AT ALL COSTS” printed next to it in bold letters.
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
[Overwatch] Kinktober 2019 Prompt 1: Witch
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, M/f, 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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No one had ever accused Witchfinder Navarro of being bad at his job. They’d accused him of a lot of other things, to be sure: wanton sadism, public drunkenness, and fanaticism to an extent that unnerved even veteran inquisitors. Once, another witchfinder had even accused him of being the half-breed son of an ogre - not an unreasonable assumption, given he stood scarcely below seven feet tall and looked as if he could level a small house with his bare hands.
The witchfinder in question had retracted his accusation a few days later, after accidentally running face-first into a locked iron door five or six times in a row. There was nothing Navarro hated more than witches, but people insulting his mother was a close second.
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No one had ever accused Witchfinder Navarro of being bad at his job. They’d accused him of a lot of other things, to be sure: wanton sadism, public drunkenness, and fanaticism to an extent that unnerved even veteran inquisitors. Once, another witchfinder had even accused him of being the half-breed son of an ogre - not an unreasonable assumption, given he stood scarcely below seven feet tall and looked as if he could level a small house with his bare hands.
The witchfinder in question had retracted his accusation a few days later, after accidentally running face-first into a locked iron door five or six times in a row. There was nothing Navarro hated more than witches, but people insulting his mother was a close second.
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