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sightoru · 3 years

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i got this ask from an anon, ascended and wrote this with my pussy.

tw: mean deku, cockwarming, anal, praise kink, sir kink, condescending deku, dry humping mentions, slightly sadistic deku, light impact play

Midoriya Izuku has always been good at sharing.

Bakugou Katsuki? Not so much. But there are lessons to be learned and Izuku is nothing but a good teacher. Kacchan’s his best friend after all and Izuku just thinks he’d be a terrible friend if he didn’t teach Katsuki how wonderful it is to share.

Izuku’s staring at you and Katsuki from a chair in the corner of the room, completely ignoring the tent growing in his jeans. Perfectly content (for now) to guide Kacchan through the joys of taking care of someone. The joys of sharing, he muses.

“C’mon, Kacchan.” Izuku purrs from the corner of the room, sickly sweet with the thinnest coat of a mocking tone. “There’s no rush. She’s not going anywhere.”

You’re on top of Katsuki, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat; eyes burning from shedding so many tears. Macara leaving tiny black trails down your face. Katsuki looks easily as flushed; red dusting his cheeks and the top of his ears, biting down on his bottom lip and attempting to hold back small gasps and wanton moans. Your body is curled over him; your noses so close you can taste his breath on your lips.

You can’t count how many times you’ve came already; when you were finally allowed to undress your panties stuck to you so uncomfortably. Izuku made you and Katsuki dry hump each other first; not letting you stop until Katsuki came in his pants twice and started whining from overstimulation.

“Kacchan,” Izuku calls out in a slightly sing-songy voice. “C’mon don’t you feel so good?” Katsuki says nothing, just whines at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him subconsciously. You’re just sitting here. Katsuki’s cock buried snugly in your cunt, your tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. Izuku’s instructed you both to stay still and it’s torture.

Izuku sighs, finally deciding to undress. He moves over to the bed slowly; as if he’s waited a thousand years already and could care less about waiting a thousand more. You feel the mattress dip underneath you; feel his hands ghost your hips as he peppers kisses along your spine. His chest warm against your back. You moan quietly for him, subconsciously wiggling your ass which causes Katsuki’s thighs to twitch as he attempts to buck his hips into you.

Izuku smacks him on his thigh, hard enough to leave a handprint. “Behave,” he snaps, eyes glowing with a sadistic light. “Or I’ll have you sitting on that chair with nothing but your hand to fuck.”

You feel Izuku’s hand grasp at your breasts; fingers gently tweaking your nipples. His hand is so big, so warm. His breath is hot against your ear, his other hand moving up your chest and settling around your throat. “How are you feeling, love?” he coos; his nose rubbing against your cheek. “Feelin’ good?” His other hand drops to your clit; adding enough pressure to have you keen, but not enough to actually make you cum.

“Mhm,” you nod, words coming out in a gasp. “Yes, sir.”

Izuku beams, you can feel his dimples forming against your cheek. “Look, Kacchan!” he gasps dramatically. He sounds like a kid that found something interesting. “You made her feel good! Good job!” Katsuki says nothing, just bites down on his lip harder. You feel Izuku pout from behind you, feel his curls brush against your ear as he tilts his head. “S’not very nice Kacchan. You should speak when you’re spoken to.”

Katsuki whines from somewhere deep in his chest; his fingers digging harshly into the fat of your thighs. “Y-yes, sir.” he pants.

“Good boy.” Izuku croons at him. He prods at your mouth with two fingers; satisfied when he watches you open up obediently. Cooing with approval when he pulls them out and sees them coated in your spit. You feel his thick fingers prodding at your ass, moving gently past the tight ring of muscle. You jump at his touch; feeling Katsuki twitch from your movement. You hear Izuku hum, before a chuckle rumbles through his chest.

“You’re driving him crazy, you know? Have been for a while. I’ve seen the way he looks at you at the agency. He’s had eyes for you since he first saw you. But I’m nothing if not generous.” Izuku adds a second finger to your hole, humming with approval at how well you’re taking him. Anal is a rare act for him; he much prefers the wetness of your cunt but he’s decided Kacchan deserves a treat.

When he’s satisfied you can take him, his cock finds its way into your ass; gentle, savoring the way you moan for him. “Gotta relax doll.” he purrs, gritting his teeth as he edges himself into you. “S’fuckin tight.” You whimper again, burying your face in Katsuki’s shoulder. You hear Izuku shush you gently, rubbing circles into your back to soothe you. When he finally buries himself in you to the hilt he sighs, hand grabbing the back of your neck and planting a kiss there.

“You can move now, Kacchan.” he simpers, venom finding its way back into his voice.. “But don’t you dare cum until after I do.”

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 5 years

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Winner’s Curse Ch. 2

Note: Thanks to the spectacular @edream93 for making sure the Huma wasn’t too OOC. Also my own apologies if Gil seems too smart or aware. I tried to dumb him down, but for the purposes of this story I had him know a little bit more of what is happening around him. Warning, there are mentions of sadism.

Gil scanned the ocean, waiting for any tall-tale ripple of the waters that would signal Uma’s arrival into the boundary considered to be “Isle waters,” the place where the barrier formerly stood.

The Isle needed Uma’s leadership desperately since the absence of the barrier.

Six months ago, Maleficent publicly made her return.

Gil remembered it vividly since it had been 3 weeks after Cotillion and Harry had entered Ursula’s chip shop in a happier mood.

He had been incredibly unpredictable and irritable since Uma’s absence after the failed Cotillion invasion. None of the crew knew where she had gone, but that day Harry found letter in a bottle from Uma.

She had settled for one of the abandoned caves in Atlantica and gave Harry specific directions for how to get there when she was ready for part two of her back-up take-over Auradon plan.

After that joyous news, lightning crashed, a storm brewed which was a bit unusual since Isle weather rarely deviate from cloudy and sometimes rainy skies.

Most people went out to see what was happening and there on the terrace of Evil Queen’s tower was Maleficent with Queen Grimhilde.

Everyone stared in shock, no one knew what to do and Maleficent laughed at their faces.

The Evil Queen went on to explain, with Maleficent’s running commentary, that the Anti-Magic barrier surrounding the Isle had been significantly weakened. And with the Coven of 13’s combined strength, it would soon be removed and they all would be freed.

Even though no one understood the Evil Queen’s “Coven of 13” line, everyone cheered at that declaration.

Gil’s mom even ran up to hug him and give him a rare kiss on the head in public. He had almost been as surprised by that show of affection then by Maleficent’s return. His mom was usually so tired all the time and so very cautious of showing her affection in case Dad decided to hit him to spite her.

But then Maleficent explained who were the Coven of 13. It was made up of only former-magic users, each ruthless to the core, and Maleficent announced that they would be calling the shots and if anyone didn’t like it....

Morgaine burst into the middle of the open lot of Jafar’s shop in a burst of flames and vaporized a man from Captain Hook’s pirate crew.

Gil’s mother hadn’t let him go from his hug at that point, but when she saw the pirate’s dusty form, she gripped Gil in fear and Gil instinctively knew to cower.

It had been a good choice because Morgaine stared straight into his eyes and smiled, saying, “That boy has the right idea. You all must bow down to us. We will have no hesitation to kill you weak, inferior mortals.”

Ever since that proclamation the whole structure of the Isle changed. There were no fights or power struggles, with that one execution, everyone knew it was stupid to risk their necks to challenge the magic users. Especially volatile magic users like Yzma or Maleficent.

Instead everyone began to cater to them. The land where there were no set rulers and everyone fought for the last scrap despite age, size difference or difference in strength, suddenly became ordered.

The Coven of 13 were the undisputed rulers, causing several deaths every other week or so to remind people of their new powers.

Next came Sykes who arranged a squadron of mercenaries for hire that no one ever messed with and who often served the Coven for perks like extra food scraps, sexual favors and better places for shelter. His dad was one of the mercenaries because he was really good at brawling and goblin control, but he wasn’t hired often because several of the Coven ladies didn’t like his attitude at being ordered around by a female.

After that came an assortment of authority figures like Captain Hook and Cruella who had control of certain areas like Hook was in charge of the port and charged anyone who had to go through or wanted to fish. Cruella was the only one anyone on the Isle could go for fashion, Medusa for her small casino, the Queen of Hearts was the judge of the very few trials held on the Isle and so on.

That just left the henchmen, the goblins and the whores as Lady Tremaine often called women like Gil’s mom, females with nothing to contribute but their bodies.

What the adults did, didn’t matter to the VKs, they had been so absent from the lives of their kids no one cared that they switched positions in the feud chain of the Isle.

The problem was that the pirate crew were now falling prey to this new hierarchy too.

Since they were all children of minor henchmen, the kids of authority figures found power in being able to boss them around.

Lars, son of Prince Hans was a major VK to watch out for. No one on the Isle really trusted him because he had inherited father’s deceptive nature and the fact that he put on airs like Anthony Tremaine. Pretending he was still some sort of noble.

So Lars mainly stood in the background, nose in the air without anyone paying attention to him unless it was one of Drizella many daughters or some other fool gullible enough to stay alone with him.

Now, Gil was more aware of why he never trusted him. After the societal shift, Lars had started approaching him more and more often. Gil had been wary but with Uma MIA and Harry sulking about, Gil appreciated the attention of someone new who seem to want to be an ally.

And Lars even seemed genial. They would rough-house like he had seen his half-brothers do and they would hang out at bars.

But a week into this new friendship, Lars invited Gil to the dungeon of Maleficent’s castle.

The foreboding, dank area had been transformed from an empty space into a torture chamber. The walls lined with various weapons. Chained to the ground in small cells and cages were unfortunate goblins or henchmen who had done something to earn Maleficent’s wrath.

Gil started in shock at the torrid display of their bodies in unnatural positions, bile rising when he realized the that some of the pieces that he had thought were broken chains, were actually pieces of bone. Torn out from their limbs and sockets. The stench of blood filled the small room and Gil forced himself to turn away and focus on Lars in hopes of calming his churning stomach.

Lars’ voice changed when he told Gil that this was no longer Maleficent’s personal dungeon. He seemed like he was trying hard to remain calm but could barely contain his underlying tone of glee.

He explained that for a price, villains could hire a mercenary to execute or interrogate whoever they wanted. Technically adults could choose whichever mercenary they wanted from Shan Yu to Lady Caine. They could even specify how they wanted the punishment doled out. But most chose Lt. Colonel Staquait for a torture session. The former French officer was particularly creative when it came to his displaying his sadism.

When Gil asked how Lars knew of this, Lars smoothly replied that he assisted Staquait.

Gil had stared at Lars. Though many Vks boasted of their wickedness and gruesome threats of physical harm. He had never known any kid who had actually gone through with it.

Lars had caught his shocked look and smiled. His gloved hand lightly brushing a stray hair from Gil’s ear, Lars whispered, “I so do enjoy to hear the crack of when fresh skin breaks.”

Gil barely managed to speak up with some excuse about having to go beat up Gaston Jr. for stealing his boots before he ran out of there. The wicked glint in Lars eyes conveyed all that Gil needed to know. Lars wanted him. Lars wanted to break him.

The memory of Lars’ eyes made him shudder like he had been splashed with an ice water down his spine.

Lars’ eyes made known that he wanted to hurt Gil, but it was so unlike his father’s eyes when he hit him.

His father’s eyes were wild, unfocuse with rage. His mind spitting out thousands of ideas of how to crush his bones. Lars’ eyes still showed his quick thoughts of all the ways he wanted to break Gil. Yet they were also utterly focused. Pinned on him and it made Gil feel helpless.

He was sure Lars would show no mercy as he calculated the precise way to bring him the most pain, and Lars the most pleasure.

Gil had been avoiding him since that day, he had only seen glimpses of him once in a while on the streets, luring others with his most charming smile.

Gil was safe, but he wondered if he was forgotten from Lars’ mind or if he was merely biding his time. Gil knew he should tell the crew the danger that Lars posed, but since Uma’s absence, the bond among them was disorganized and strained. They needed their leader.

Gil’s mind was brought back to the present when he heard a shout from behind him. Harry came running up to the shore line and dived into the water, the blissful smile in full force as he came to meet with the bubbling tidepool.

Uma’s long blue locks were the first to surface followed by the rest of her body. Gil forced a smile onto his face and rushed out to meet her, wading into the water up to his hips.

“Uma” Harry said reverently, grasping one of her tentacles that brushed past his cheek.

Uma smiled at both of them, her bright, intelligent eyes surveying them caringly. Such a rare look that Uma deigned to show when she always had to be tough and on her guard. But alone, she could lower her guard just a bit.

Gil knew if he was to be convincing that everything was all right, he should smile and nod as his mother did. But he instinctively lowered his eyes upon Uma’s glance at him. When he looked up, Uma locked eyes with him. She knew something was up.

But it had to be saved for later.

Uma turned to her first mate, “Do you have the profiles so we can begin phase 3.”

Gil looked confusedly between them. He knew Harry and Ua had been keeping close correspondence about whatever back up plan Uma had to take over Auradon but he didn’t know they had already began their master plan.

“Wait!” Gil blurted out, surprising even himself with his outburst, “What is this plan? Do you even know what has been going on around here without you? Do you know about the Coven? Or how about the fact that new people are trying to take over your turf as the most evil person on the Isle?”

“I am aware of the problems, Gil.” Uma said with the harsh tone she usually used when he interrupted her plans with a stupid question. “But if you want, we can review what we are about to pull off.”

Gil was about to point out that he hadn’t heard of the plan in the first place but kept his mouth shut. He was going to hear it now and that was what mattered.

“To answer your first question, Harry told me about everything that is going on around here and about this Coven business.”

Uma walked out of the water, transforming back to her human form with ease and settled herself onto the sand. The boys followed.

“I know about how some kids think they can take over my spot on top, but from what I hear, they are barely making themselves noticed.”

Gil considered her statement and he had to admit she was right as usual. Even though Lars scared him, the young man wasn’t making any moves to become “Prince of the Isle” as Mal had been the “Princess.”

The closest any Vk to be the new prince or princess were the children of the Coven like Ginny Gothel or Jade or Zevon and his sister, Yzla. But the usual suspects haven’t been out among the public lately. Just sequestered in the Evil Queen’s castle with their parents.

The children of any authority figures hadn’t reached the same level of fear and power Uma wielded since she had been gone. They were too preoccupied with feuding with each other or targeting fresh meat as servants or punching bags.

Or they were like Lars, keeping to their own private desires. . .

“As for the profiles, Harry show him.” Uma commanded and Harry pulled out a crumpled form that Gil recognized.

It was a Bill Sykes’ Mercenaries For Hire sign with its intimidating logo of a snarling Doberman with two swords crossed above it and Sykes’ office number underneath which was really unnecessary since everyone knew that Sykes’ “office” was just an abandoned shed on Lady Tremaine’s property.

The poster was a familiar sight to Gil since it was stapled on every tavern and shop wall, especially to cover the eyesore that were the “Yay Auradon” posters. He just didn’t get why Harry was showing it to him.

With a roll of his eyes, Harry turned the wrinkled piece of paper around. On the other side in fine type was a list of the mercenaries and their specialties. For once, Gil was glad that his mother had taught him to secretly read. Even though his dad and his brother’s called him a girl for doing such a prissy activity.

Clayton: Trained as a hunter and guide. Experienced with rifles, guns, machates, poison darts, and extreme jungle environments. Specialty in hunting, poaching, and intimidation.

Lyle Tiberius Rourke: Trained in the American military. Experienced with fire ax, rifles, guns, grenades, poison gas, knife, hand to hand combat, army combat. Specialty in infiltration, grave robbing, treasure hunting, assassination and intimidation.

*Will not deal with magic, magic curses or lost civilizations

Helga Sinclair: Trained in the American military. Experienced with aikido, tachi dori, tanto dori, hanka manza, knife throwing, katanas, rifles, guns, firearms, and tactile combat. Specialty in espionage, grave robbing, treasure hunting, assassination and intimidation.

*Will not deal with magic, magic curses or lost civilizations

Muviro: Trained as a Waziri soldier. Experienced with bow and arrow, poison darts, bone knife, spears, hand to hand combat, extreme jungle environment. Specialty in hunting, and assassination.

Lady Caine: Former leader of a pirate crew. Experienced with swords, fans, poisons, sea warfare. Specialty, jailbreaks, infiltration, stealing, hand to hand combat and piracy.

Gaston: Trained in French army. Experienced with guns, hunting knives, bow and arrow, hand to hand combat, brawling. Specialty in hunting and intimidation.

Shan Yu: Former leader of the Hun Army. Experienced with bow and arrow, sword, army combat and survival skills in extreme areas. Specialty in tracking, strategy, intimidation, assassination, and conquering.

Sa’Luk: Formerly part of the Forty Thieves. Experienced with various daggers, claws, knuckle-dusters, street/hand to hand combat. Specialty, stealing, and intimidation.

Lt. Col. Jean Staquait: Trained in French Foreign Legion. Experienced with whips, swords, lances, guns, army combat. Specialty, torture, intimidation, tracking and interrogation.

Gil sighed, the horrid memory of Lars’ work with Lt. Col. Staquait coming to the forefront of his mind along with the well-known headache emerging in his brain as he tried to figure out what they wanted him to know. Something that was obvious to everyone but him, “So what?”

“The way we are going to turn this whole system upside down, we have to infiltrate it first and that means we should hire a mercenary. And once they are in our service, maybe we can use him or her to turn against the Coven. After all, they are the second most feared group.” Uma said.

“But the Coven has magic.” Gil argued. “Even if the mercenaries are on our side, there swords and whips and bullets would be nothing.”

“Ha, don’t you remember, Maleficent was killed by Prince Phillip’s sword? My mom was impaled by a mast? I think a sword can do the trick.” Uma retorted.

“And with the Coven gone, and the barrier broken, we can lead the rest of the Isle to invade Auradon.” Harry finished the grand explanation.

Gil wanted to point out that there was so much more to consider, but let it go. They were smarter than him, they knew what they were doing.

“So who do you think we should hire?” Uma examined the paper carefully.

“Not Caine.” Harry snorted in disgust. Captain Hook had a fierce rivalry with Lady Caine since she was the only other pirate on the Isle that dared to challenge Captain Hook for his position as head of the dock and the strips of water. Plus she often tried to use her wiles to steal his boat and some of his crew members over the years. Hook had carried on that grudge to his children, so they would do their best to try to humiliate or one up her at every turn in the name of the Hook family.

“Staquait is too selfish, sadistic and won’t listen to us; Sa’Luk is too selfish; Gaston is Gaston. Do you think Shan Yu would listen to us?” Uma asked.

“No. He’s too solitary and I don’t think he would take us seriously.” Harry dismissed the idea.

“Clayton?”

“No. I think he’s given up ever getting off the Isle or changing his fate.” Gil said. He had often seen the older Brit at his dad’s bar. It was always the same scene of Clayton drinking himself into a stupor, muttering about how great he used to be before the white ape came along.

“Muviro could work... but do we really know anything about him? He’s always on his own-no I don’t think we can trust him. He’s off the list.” Uma said definitively.

“That leaves only Rourke and Sinclair.” Gil said, “And those two hate each other.”

“Well Rourke did betray her and push her off a balloon to be melted in hot lava. So considering Rourke’s backstabbing tendencies, we’ll have to hire Sinclair for something.” Uma said.

Harry glanced down at her specialties, “How about we hire her to take a hit on one of Lady Caine’s crew?”

“Uh.. let’s not complicate the plan by adding family revenge into this.” Uma cautioned, We can hire to steal some trinket. That way when we steal the bauble, we don’t need to focus all our energy on stealing and maybe get her on our side. That could work.” Uma stood up, crumpling the paper into a ball as she began to picture the victorious future.

The two boys nodded in agreement, standing up by her side as usual. Gil’s stomach relaxed for the first time in days now that he had assurance from his captain that things were going to be okay.

They were going to get rid of the Coven, they were going to get off the Isle, and hopefully with Uma reigning as queen, Lars would forget his quest to break him.

He hoped.

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