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Fantasy Guide to Early 20th Century Trains

Trains were a popular means of transportation during the early 20th century. The previous decades saw to the explosion of more trains, more services and more tracks linking country communities which were isolated from cities and larger towns. So what do we need to know about trains in the early 20th century?

Typical layout

A basic layout of a train is as follows: passenger compartments, dining cars, luggage and guard vans.

Compartments: Compartments are where the passengers sat. They were divided between three classes – first, second, third. First class compartments were the most expensive. The seats were upholstered, and the floors were often carpeted. They were much larger than the other class compartments. They would be fitted with gas light like the rest of the train, the windows would have curtains, and the walls would often be panelled with wood. Second class compartments were less luxurious but pretty much the same as the first class only smaller and less grand. Third class would feature wooden benches or seats fitted with cushions or fabric, they were smaller and often more crowded. Compartments could be offered as corridor compartments which offered more movement between compartments and cars. Compartments would offer seating areas and areas to store hand luggage. Some trains travelling overnight would offer sleeper cars which offered beds and an area to wash.

Dining Cars: Dining cars were offered on some trains. There would be tables for the passengers to eat and get something to drink. Dining cars were usually offered only to certain classes or segregated by class.

Luggage Cars: Where large luggage would be stored.

Guard Vans: Where railway security staff could get warm. It also held a stove and hand-operated brakes which the designated guard would use to slow the train if needed.

Separation

Trains in this era were divided by class and in some case race. Unlike the American states and South Africa where there were laws preventing certain races from mixing with others or from using any class other than third class, Europe was a little more forgiving in the case of race. However, this is not to say there was no segregation. This was Europe at the height of the age of Empire. People who hailed from the ‘colonies’ were discriminated through subtler means than simple prevention, they would be discouraged from attempting to use the upper class tickets and sometimes they were even treated not as well as other passengers. Class was the main division on the train. First class of course had more ability to move, more access to amenities. They often had separate dining cars where they could sit down to full meals. Larger trains might even offer some other common areas such as smoking compartments. Second class were sometimes permitted to dine in the dining cars but may not have been allowed access to full meals. Third class was not permitted access to the dining cars, often having to bring along meals or buy food at the station before departure. The classes were not allowed to mingle. In cases of a first-class person travelling with a servant, they had the choice to either purchase a first-class ticket for their servant or leave them in third class.

Train and Station Staff

Trains did not run by themselves. The passengers and the train had many needs and there had to be an army of staff available to keep things chugging along *hehe*. That being said, the train staff weren’t the only people who kept things going smoothly, the station staff at each stop would also help out the staff and the passengers.

On the Train:

Drivers: These were the people who drove the train.

Firemen: These were the people who shovelled coal and kept an eye on the steam pressure.

Guards: The guards were there to keep the passengers safe. They sometimes checked tickets and would patrol the luggage cars, mainly to keep an out for anybody sneaking onto the trains without a ticket.

Conductors: Conductors would go from car to car to check tickets, collected any outstanding fares and kept an eye on things in the compartments.

Engineers: Would travel on the train to help out with repairs on the train.

Dining car staff: Such as maids to serve tea and coffee, waiters to serve food and if the train is large enough, kitchen staff and bartenders.

The Station:

Station Masters: Was the person in charge of the station, overseeing the flow of trains and passengers through the station.

Porters: Handled the luggage.

Signalmen: Oversaw the signals to keep the trains on track *hehe*.

Parts of the train

The train is a beast of many parts. A train in this era is a steam train, which links of cars connected together behind a steam engine.

Buffers & Buffing Gear: These are the parts of the train built in to absorb impact.

Cars: The segments of the train.

Couplers: This is what connects the train cars together.

Cowcatcher/Pilot: This is the frame that sits at the very front of the train used to clear things off the track.

Carriages: These are the cars that the passenger compartments are.

Headlamp: This is the light at the front used to improve visibility.

Freight Cars: Used for transporting goods.

Locomotive: This is the train’s engine. It is the driving force of the train, where the driver and the firemen would work.

Truck: The framework that connects the axles to the wheels.

Smokebox: Where the exhaust system of the stream engine is housed.

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From the Reports of Security Guards & Patrol Services Part 1 (Nr. 1 - Aus Berichten der Wach- und Patrouillendienste) (1985) Helke Sander

August 4th 2023

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Just a Friendly Drink with Friends (Pro!BakuTodoDeku x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: When your work buddies and the hottest couple at your hero agency (and secret crushes) invite you out for a friendly drink to celebrate your birthday, you're more than happy to oblige...until the drinks start flowing, the convos get heated, and these three sexy pros reveal their ulterior motive for inviting you out with them.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Poly!Pro!TodoBakuDeku (Early 20s-Early 30s); Work Crush; Coworkers/Friends to Lovers; Alcohol Consumption; Drunk Sex; Guy on Guy; Foursome; Dom!TodoBakuDeku x sub!Reader; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Triple Blowjob; Doggystyle & Missionary; Spanking; Anal Play/Analingus; Dual Cunnilingus; Titty Play; Squirting; Listener Cums 4x; Creampies; Cum on Tits

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Came up with this idea after seeing this fan art by GSony24 about this fine ass trio. Follow them on Twitter HERE and IG HERE!

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Another birthday. Another year on Earth being a single girl. 'What a happy fucking birthday,' you solemnly think.

This is just how you wanted to spend it: sitting alone in your office past your usual clock-out time with your third iced coffee of the day. You're pretty sure that this isn't healthy, but the rich taste of coffee and your favorite cinnamon bun creamer on your tongue is too good to resist.

You sigh, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of you. It is already 6PM and everyone has long since left, except for the security guards and janitors. You have a choice to shut down your work laptop, pack your shit, and take your ass home for the night.

But you chose to be cooped up in your little office sipping your iced coffee to avoid being at home alone.

Truth be told, you were dreading your birthday coming. It seems that every time this day comes around, you become less excited about it. Probably because you're still single.

You see so many girls on TikTok and Twitter celebrating with their partners, getting taken out to clubs and expensive dinners to celebrate their numbered trip around the sun. But not you. You always seem to celebrate at home with your wine, your streaming services, and your dog.

You initially had plans with a friend for dinner, but she caught a cold. She called you earlier snotting and sneezing over the phone, apologizing profusely for cancelling.

Tonight, you don't want another night at home. You don't want to wallow in your own self pity or loneliness. So you distract yourself with work, hoping that this day will go by quicker.

But fate has other plans for you. While you check your schedule for next week, you hear the door to the agency unlock. Probably just a sanitation worker cleaning up for the night. But when you hear the familiar voices of your office crushes, your hands freeze on your keyboard and your heartbeat accelerates.

"I think they're in here!" Deku's sweet voice drifts to your ears, signaling his appearance. You hear his footsteps getting closer to your office which overlooks the interns' cubicles situated in the middle of the room and other heroes' offices across the way.

The agency you work at is primarily owned by All Might and is co-owned by his mentees Izuku "Deku" Midoriya, Katsuki "Dynamight" Bakugou, and Shoto Todoroki. All top ranking heroes. All irresistibly sexy.

And all dating since their high school days at UA High. All three of them work at the agency alongside you, monitoring the city, patrolling, and taking on dangerous missions. You have only done some patrols and interacted with them at work, but it was enough for you to develop a very strong crush on the loving couple.

You couldn't help but fall for Deku's sweet energy, Bakugou's hot-headedness, and Shoto's blunt yet refreshing personality. You have often pictured yourself being a fourth piece to their poly puzzle, lpossibly on your knees and being filled with...

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts aside. You could never go any further than fantasies. The last thing you want is to ruin your work relationship with them and make things awkward. So you keep your feelings quiet and just stay as friendly as you possibly can.

"You think they're in there?" Bakugou parrots, huffing impatiently. "Fuckin' nerd. C'mon, stop fuckin' around and find 'em! We were supposed to be at the bar 20 minutes ago!"

"Well, we did make reservations," Todoroki protests. "I'm sure they will hold our spot since they know who we are and- Oh, hi, Y/N."

The three pros stop in the doorway to your office dressed in casual clothes. You feel your tongue grow heavy at the sight of them: tall, buff, and mouth-watering.

"Y/N, hey!" Deku chirps, waving one of his scarred hands at you. He sheepishly rubs the back of his head, ruffling his tufts of green hair. He wears a white tee and jeans that stretch across his toned body. "U-Uh, sorry to intrude. I'm just looking for my sneakers."

"His dumbass lost 'em," Bakugou grumbles, bumping his shorter boyfriend's hip. He has an undercut for his platinum blonde hair and tattoos that ink his toned arms. Like Deku, his black V-neck and jeans fill him up perfectly.

He gives you a hot glare that is intensified by his vermillion eyes and does nothing but make you feel quite bothered in your work dress. "Da hell are you still doin' here, extra? Don't you usually leave at 3?" Deku and Todoroki curiously stare at you, just as confused.

Your brain desperately tries to play catch-up in fear of you looking like an idiot. "U-Uh, hey!" you stammer, plastering on a smile. "Yeah, but I'm just here getting some work done. I was thinking of doing some patrols too."

"On a Friday night?" Todoroki asks, furrowing his brows at you. His red and white locks of hair compliment the differing colors of his eyes: turquoise and chestnut brown. Those eyes that have filled your dreams many times before. He wears a blue polo shirt with some jeans and Vans which goes well with his laid-back personality.

He then snaps one of his calloused fingers, a smile stretching across his handsome face. "Wait, isn't it your birthday today?" he questions. "I saw it on the work calendar."

Deku and Bakugou stare at you, waiting for you to confirm. You are shocked that Todoroki even noticed considering his busy schedule. "Uh, yeah," you sigh. "Yes, it is."

Deku is practically horrified. "Seriously?! Oh, no, I completely forgot! I would've given you something if I had remembered!"

But you shake your head, giggling awkwardly. "No, no, you're fine! That isn't necessary. I mean, it's just another day, right?"

"Just another day?" Todoroki questions, sounding perturbed by your statement. "Do you mean you don't celebrate your birthdays?"

You guess the joke didn't help at all. "W-Well, what I mean is birthdays don't exactly mean much anymore as you get older, so that's why I'm passing the time with work."

The three pros give each other an unreadable look. You flush in your dress that hugs possessively at your body, feeling exposed. They must think you're such a loser. "Do you not have anyone to share it with?" Todoroki asks.

Deku pulls a nervous smile, tugging at his taller boyfriend's sleeve. "Uh, Todoroki, that's a little personal," he whispers.

But Bakugou is just as bad at reading the room as Todoroki is. "Nah, I wanna know too. That look ya got on your face means there's somethin' up with you." He leans against the doorway, still giving you that mean look. "What, your boyfriend dump you or somethin'?"

Deku glares at him, momentarily looking like he wants to wring some necks. You know Bakugou means no harm in asking, but you still straighten your neck and make your tone very firm. You know how to handle the hot-headed pro.

"Well, since you wanna know, I had plans to go for dinner with my friend, but she caught a cold and cancelled...so now, it's just gonna be me and my dog." You wince at how pathetic you sound and opt to look at your pretty, pink nails instead of the pros. You don't want to see their looks of pity.

"Well, why don't you just come and get some drinks with us then?" Todoroki asks.

"Huh?!" both you, Deku, and Bakugou exclaim in unison.

Todoroki looks completely oblivious to it. "Well, it is your birthday, isn't it? Since your friend can't make it tonight, you can just come hang out with us." His smile is friendly and warm. "Your other friends."

Friends. He thinks you're friends. 'Well, aren't you?' you think to yourself. "Oh, thank you, but I couldn't!" you squeak. "You guys already made your plans and I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Stop all that polite shit," Bakugou growls, rolling his blood-red eyes at you. "It's gonna make ya feel worse if you're here by yourself or at home bein' all depressed." He crosses his arms over his beefy chest and dog tags, the corner of his pierced lip curling into a smirk. "Unless ya think you can't hang. I know my way around a bottle."

“Wasn’t there that one time you threw up after a beer?” Todoroki snickers.

“Fuck you!” Baku growls. “I had a cold that time!”

As the two begin to bicker amongst each other, Deku takes the reins. "You should come with, Y/N," he happily says. "We don't mind the company if it's you. No one should celebrate their birthday alone."

Maybe it's the sweetness in his tone. Maybe it's the generosity in their eyes, even Bakugou's despite his permanent glare. Or maybe it's just the idea of spending your night with your crushes, even if for an hour at a bar.

You sigh, tossing up the white flag for defeat. "Alright," you give in. "But one drink. I don't need to be stumbling home or throwing up in my toilet."

Deku claps once in celebration, grinning joyfully. "Awesome! Let me just find my sneakers and we can head out."

He quickly jogs to the locker room in the back of the office to look while Bakugou dramatically rolls his eyes. "We're gonna be here for a while," he sighs. "Hey, nerd, wait up! You're gonna get lost in there like last time!"

That leaves you with Todoroki. He lingers in the doorway to your office as if it is his, not coming in but still being an intense presence. "Thanks for the invite, Shoto. I really appreciate it."

The red and white-haired pro shakes his head at you. "Don't mention it," he says in that husky, smooth-like-butter voice. "You can thank us by having some real fun with us tonight."

Maybe it's your imagination, but you think you see him wink before he walks off to join his boyfriends in the locker room. You are left there feeling hot and bothered, wondering what in the hell you just got yourself into.

****SCENE CUT [AT THE BAR]****

The bar the trio chose for tonight's festivities is in full swing when you arrive.

It isn't a luxurious, upscale bar that you thought the pros would be visiting. Instead, there is a live band playing, hardwood floors, pool tables, and many young people looking for photos with their favorite superhero trio.

After calming a gaggle of college girls who excitedly ask for photos and autographs, the trio finally take a seat in the polished wooden bench under the soft glow of a lampshade hanging above you. Bakugou and Todoroki sit across from you while Deku, who orders the drinks at the bar, slips into the bench with you.

"Alright, a round for my favorite heroes!" your waiter chirps, coming back over with a tray of tequila shots. He lowers it in the middle of the table before turning to you. He is a lanky young man with long, black hair and his cheeks flushed red. "And uh...H/N, could you sign my napkin, please? For my kid."

He gives you a sheepish grin as he holds a napkin and a pen to his chest. Bakugou snorts while Deku shoots him a glare. "Oh, sure thing!" you giggle. "Anything for the kiddies!" You take the napkin and pen no problem. "Who am I making this out too?"

The waiter awkwardly fiddles with a curl behind his ear. "Uh...for Dave...a-and could you say that you love having him as your biggest fan please?"

You can hear Bakugou snickering as you scribble down the message and your signature before passing it back to Dave The Waiter. "Here ya go," you say, keeping a smile on your face. "Thanks for the drinks."

Dave excitedly thanks you before floating off on Cloud 9, leaving you to your...dates? Can you count these three as dates when you're just friends?

Bakugou shoots you a knowing smirk, his crimson eyes filled with laughter. "That sorry sucker is gonna jack off to that later," he snickers. You roll your eyes at him. "Come on," you groan. "That's normal for a pro."

"We have our own stories of creepy fans," Todoroki chuckles, taking a shot from the tray but not downing it yet. "Like that one time we were in London and a girl climbed through our hotel from the balcony."

"What?!" you gasp. The white and red-haired pro nods, his eyes filled with mirth. "Bakugou caught her and woke the whole building up," he chuckles. "Poor girl was traumatized, but was determined to sleep in bed with us." You shiver at the thought, thanking the Lord that your stories aren't that weird.

Deku does a little giggle that makes your stomach twirl as he tosses one of his scarred, toned arms over the bench behind your head. You suddenly feel hot in your dress as if the bar's temperature just rose. "You'd be surprised how many people love the idea that we're all a thing and have been shipping us for a long time."

"Or shipping themselves with us," Bakugou scoffs. "Fuckin' weirdos." You keep your lip buttoned at that one. You don't need them to know that you're one of those "weirdos".

"Hey, wait a minute!" Deku exclaims, making you jump. "We need a birthday toast, don't we? Something to bring in a new age for you!" His green eyes sparkle with joy and excitement...the same you should have for your special day.

His words and genuine tone make your face grow hot with a bashful blush, especially when he raises a shot glass in your honor. "To a wonderful birthday and being one year older," he says. Todoroki follows suit and, begrudgingly, Bakugou does the same, trying to hide his smile.

You giggle, raising a shot too. "And none the wiser," you add. "Cheers!" You clink your shots and down them at the same time, causing your throat to burn and eyes to sting.

While you hurry to suck on another lime, Todoroki's eyes grow wide while Deku's face flushes red. "Oh, damn," he whistles. "Now that's tequila."

Bakugou cackles at his boyfriend's reaction, cool as a cucumber with his liquor. "Just don't go overboard like ya did last time, nerd. We had to drag you outta here."

"Hey!" Deku whines. "Don't embarrass me, Kaachan! We have a guest." He nods at you, still blushing bright red. It's adorable. "Deku, I don't care," you giggle. "And I'm really not a guest. If anything, I should be embarrassed for intruding on-"

"Would you stop with that?" Bakugou gruffly asks, scowling at you. "You're not intruding or botherin' us, so cut that nice BS and just take another shot." Despite his gruff n’ rough deliverance, you can't help but feel freed from your shyness and shame at his surprisingly kind words.

Todoroki doubles on it, shooting you a sweet-hearted smile. "Seriously, Y/N, we're glad you're here. We've always appreciated your friendship."

Friendship. Right. Nothing more, nothing less. You push that blooming disappointment aside by indulging in more shots with the crew, going to a third. The tequila begins to take effect, making your entire being feel flushed and hot...or maybe that's just the presence of the trio working on you.

That hot, bothersome feeling continues to grow as you suck on a lime slice and suddenly feel eyes on you...red-hot eyes attached to the brooding blonde sitting across from you. "What?" you ask. He smirks, picking up his fourth shot of the night. "Suckin' on limes is a rookie move," he chuckles. "Guess you don't got the tolerance for it."

The booze must be working its magic because you suddenly feel reckless. Confident. "On an empty stomach, no," you admit, "but I ate before this, so I can drink you under the table."

Bakugou notices the challenge in your tone and quirks his pierced brow at you. "Oh?" he asks. "Is that a challenge, little hero?" You try not to let the nickname affect you so deeply, even as Deku and Todoroki watch the showdown with interest.

"Maybe," you purr. You curl your fist underneath your chin, regarding Bakugou through your lashes. "What do I get as my reward if I win?"

If your deliverance is as seductive as you think, the blonde acts like he doesn't notice. Instead, he picks up a shot and passes it to you, smirking. "Guess you'd have to drink to find out."

And so you do, the lime not included. After some time, you start to feel the effects of the tequila engulf you. After having six shots and an order of wings that Todoroki graciously brings the table, you are good and drunk.

The edges of your vision are slightly fuzzy and the music playing has you moving your shoulders in addition to your dress slipping down your chest just a little too far without your knowledge, exposing more of your breasts that you'd like. Everything feels good. Everything feels easy.

And everything is arousing. Bakugou's teasing smirks every time you share a shot are like aphrodisiacs to you. Todoroki's soft voice and placating words seduce you. Deku's drunken laughter and "in your face" attitude makes you want to jump his bones right here in front of everyone.

"Heeeey, Y/N, when did you get here?" the green-haired pro slurs, turning to face you. He is practically falling out of his clothes and his cheeks are permanently red. "Wow, that pink is so pretty!"

His hazy, green eyes trail over your pink work dress tight on your body. "I've been here this whole time, Izuku," you giggle, reaching out to fix his collar. "And thanks." You would think the pro has never seen a girl smile at him or touch him before with the way he hides his face in his arms.

"Jesus, ya nerd, look at you," Bakugou sighs though his own cheeks are flushed pink. "What am I gonna do with you?" He reaches across the table to ruffle Deku's head. "Sorry, Kaachan," Deku giggles, picking his head up. "I-I think I had too much."

He stares almost dolefully at his boyfriend while the corners of Bakugou's lips curl into an adoring, crooked smile. "Oh, we know," he huffs. Todoroki laughs, pushing a cold glass of water towards Deku and coaxing him to sip.

You watch on in envy of their relationship and of the fact that you aren't in it. How you so long for romantic, caring partners like that. "You guys are so cute," you blurt. The trio blankly stares at you and you quickly try to rebuff. "I-I mean your relationship is cute. You guys are cute together....I think I had too much too."

You place a hand on your temple that has begun to pound from the energy it took to save yourself from embarrassment. "S'cool," Todoroki chuckles. "You wouldn't be the first to say that." He takes a sip of the ginger beer he ordered, being the only one to not look plastered.

"You guys have been together since high school, right?" you curiously ask. "How'd you make that work?" Bakugou and Todoroki share a look while Deku is busy trying to sneakily drag Bakugou's Sake over to him.

"I guess we all just fit with each other," Todoroki replies. "We were friends for so long until gradually, we all fell for each other. We all leaned on one another on hard times." He pauses, searching for more words. "Everybody needs somebody," he says before sipping his beer.

Those words stick with you like gum on a shoe, molding itself to your brain. "And we need you too, Y/N!" Deku exclaims, his green eyes sparkling at you. "You're such an amazing hero and we love havin' you here with us!" He pauses, clapping a hand over his mouth. "Oops...did I say something stupid?"

God, he's so fucking cute! What you wouldn't give for him and his boyfriends to be yours! "Thank you, Izuku," you laugh. "I love being here with you guys too. You guys make me feel so...so..." Safe? Loved?

"So what?" Todorki encourages when you pause. You flush shyly, your eyes staring at your manicured nails instead of his monochrome eyes. "Just appreciated, I guess. It means a lot that you invited me here on my birthday just to make me feel better. You're very considerate and sweet."

You gnaw at your bottom lip, still refusing to look any of them in the eye. "I'd be lucky to have boyfriends like you three," you softly say, and the entire vibe in the room shifts as soon as the words are out, suspended in the air like rings of smoke.

Before anyone can even breathe, you hear the familiar beginning chords of a Beyoncè' song playing from the live band on stage. Bakugou and Todoroki notice the sparkle of joy in your eyes at the sound of your favorite song. "This your song?" Bakugou snorts.

"Hey, me too!" Deku exclaims, grinning at you. You stand, wanting the chance to move your body. "We should all go dance then! C'mon, I can't be the only one on the floor!" You place your hands on your hips, staring the pros down, pulling a glare that you hope is menacing enough. "And I'm the birthday girl, so what I say goes."

Bakugou takes another sip of his beer and stands up, causing your stomach to flip from the sheer height of him compared to you. He looms over you, staring you down with that Bakugou-esqe scowl. "Says who?" he demands.

You stare back, the booze and your hip-hugging dress giving you the reckless confidence to go toe to toe with him. "Says me." And with another shot of tequila that you snatch off the table and toss back, you twirl on your heel and head to the dance floor.

As you walk away, you hear Todoroki softly laugh. "You always liked 'em bold, Katsuki," you hear him chuckle. "She's got you blushing like a-"

You don't hear the rest as the sound of the instruments and the drunk dancers surrounding you. Deku is suddenly right beside you, a smile on his face as he watches you move to the upbeat pop song, moving your hips. "Dance with me, Izu!" you shout, taking his hand in yours.

You and the green-haired pro begin to move with one another, him twirling you around and around as you giddily laugh, becoming dizzy from spinning. When you stop, all you see is Deku's pretty, flushed face and eyes like lush forests. "You can really move, Y/N!" he shouts over the music. "You're really good at this!"

Bakugou tsks, suddenly spewing behind you, snatches you away from the green-haired pro. "Such a simp," he cackles. "Besides, ya can't keep up with this one." You gasp as you feel his hand in yours tugging you to his body. He turns you to face him, all of his handsomeness suddenly within eye view.

Your confidence suddenly wains, the false pump from the booze leaving you. You feel a hand at the small of your back, secure yet possessive, his fingertips slightly chill. "But I can," Todoroki challenges, smirking over your shoulder at Bakugou. "I've been told I know how to move my hips."

From behind him, Deku presses into his boyfriend's back, his hips moving with Todoroki's. You have no choice but to do along with it, pressed between Todoroki and Bakugou's big, hard bodies like two steel walls.

Surprisingly, Bakugou looks worried, a crease forming between his brows. "This okay with you?" he gruffly whispers. Wordlessly, you nod, unable to speak. Your body feels stiff and robotic, each movement clunky, especially when Bakugou's hands slide down to your hips, his thick fingers pressing into the thin fabric of your dress.

You find yourself pressing your hands against his broad chest while Todoroki sways with you, your head lulling back against his shoulder. His cologne mingles with the scent of cigarettes in the air, making you dizzy. It feels as if you are in some kind of intoxicating dream. You feel drunk in a way the tequila could never do to you.

Suddenly, you feel the tickle of his stubble against your cheek and the soft hum he makes sends shivers all over you. "You smell really good," he murmurs. "Like flowers."

You swallow the lump in your throat, turning slightly to look at him. "T-Thank you," you stammer. "It's my favorite." His eyes become softer. More intense. They swallow you whole. "It's becoming mine too," he whispers.

The air shifts the way it did at the table, becoming tense with a sexual energy that is too bothersome to ignore. It's strange; one minute, Todoroki's hand is cupping your cheek and then the next, his lips are on yours, soft and careful yet attentive. He kisses just as you thought he would.

When he pulls away, you are dazed, confused, and floating. "No fair," Bakugou growls. "You did that before I could, but I can do it better." He turns your face to meet his and then his lips are on yours too. His kiss is rougher and more intense but it is still slow, the cool metal of his lip ring pressing into your plump bottom lip.

The world vanishes and all that is left is you. Him. Them. Nothing else matters. When he pulls away, you are craving more. "How was that?" he whispers, his eyes hooded. You say nothing, unable to. He chuckles softly at your wordless response to his kiss. "Poor thing can't even speak."

Deku appears beside Todoroki, taking your hand in his. His eyes are soft and glassy. "I-I wanna kiss you too, Y/N," he murmurs. "I always have. C-Can I..."

He is leaning in before you can reply and his soft lips are against yours too. He is gentler and takes his time, but still lets you know of his want for you by placing a hand on your cheek, cupping your chin so he can turn your face to mold with his mouth.

You can't believe this is happening. You have to be dreaming. Your body feels like it's about to give out from all of this stimulation...and it does. Your weak knees buckle before you can help yourself and you nearly trip into Deku. "Whoa, careful!" he shouts, gripping you to him. "You alright?"

Embarrassingly, you look up at the alarmed pro. "Yeah," you giggle. "Just weak in the knees." Deku's green eyes tick to Todoroki and then to Bakugou, each of them telepathically speaking to one another. The song then ends and the audience claps, cheering.

Your heart stutters and your gut clenches. This means the moment is over. The night is over. "We should get outta here," Bakugou says, looking towards the exit. It is over. You wither, feeling cold all over. How could you think this could go anywhere outside of the bar?

But Bakugou pulls you out of your sulking, literally pulling you towards the exit with him and his boyfriends. "You comin' with us, birthday girl?" he huskily asks. You blink at him, gobsmacked. If he would've asked you to come to the moon with them, you would've said yes.

"Yeah, we can go back and talk more," Todoroki offers, placing a hand on the small of your back. "You'll need the rest." If this truly is a dream then let you stay asleep! You would give up reality for some time alone with these three studs any day.

So you nod and you are suddenly swept up out of the bar with the pros where an Uber is already waiting for you. Todoroki sits in the passenger seat while Deku and Bakugou sit in the backseat with you. You think you imagine it, but you're sure that Bakugou tugs at your dress when you crawl into the car, your ass bent over for his viewing pleasure.

The drive home is silent yet tense. It swims in the backseat with you and your two crushes, your body sandwiched between them. You do your best to keep calm, keeping your thighs clamped shut despite Bakugou's hand gripping your thigh and Deku's fingers toying with your fingers.

By the time you get to their shared condo, you feel like you're about to explode. Though the interior of their place is beautiful, you are in no mood for a tour when you walk through the door with the trio in tow. Bakugou is the last one in and shuts the door behind him with a satisfying thud. "Well, this is us," Deku announces.

You are now cornered by the three pros like a little bunny being surrounded by starved wolves. Despite this gnawing thought, you nod in acknowledgement at Deku's words, pretending to admire the hardwood floorboards and hanging art.

The sexual tension lingers, thick enough to be cut with a chainsaw. No one speaks. No one makes the first move. The trio stare you down as you stand by the couch, your work tote still in your hand. "So...you still wanna talk?" Todoroki carefully asks.

Talking isn't even on the table for what you're thinking about. So you lower your bag on the couch and kick off your heels, staring dead at the trio as you do. Then you give them a resounding "no" that answers all of their unasked questions.

Immediately, Katsuki closes the gap between you in two strides and sweeps you off of your feet...literally. You squeak, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you bridal style. "W-Wait, Katsuki," you protest. "You don't have to-"

"Shut up," he demands though not maliciously. "You're already stumblin' around. I don't need you crashin' into some furniture." He ventures up the steps with his boyfriends, letting you indulge in his muscles and how strong he is carrying you so effortlessly.

When he gets to the bedroom, you notice how large the bed is in addition to the rumbled silk sheets. "A-Ah, I'm so sorry!" Deku embarrassingly exclaims. "We didn't have time to clean today, s-so-"

"She don't give a fuck about that," Bakugou snaps. "Let's just get her on the bed before I bust out of these fuckin' pants."

He lowers you down on the edge of the bed while he, Todoroki, and Deku climb up after shedding their shoes, sitting in the middle. They wait for you, lustful eyes trained only on you.

Finally, you feel like a piece of the puzzle. Todoroki reaches for you, gently pulling you close to him. "Let me help you," he purrs into your ear and moves your hair to expose the zipper to your dress. Zzzzzip. He slowly drags it down, revealing the hooks and straps to your lace bra.

"This still what you want?" he murmurs in your ear. "You can say no at any time, okay?" He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, making you shiver. You have never been more sure of anything in your life. "Yes," you exhale. "I want this."

The rest of the zipper goes down and you shrug your dress off, letting it slip down your legs to your painted toes. You are then left in only your bra and lace panties. Helping Todoroki, you unhook the bra from the back yourself and let the cups fall, revealing your hanging fruit to them.

"Oh, fuck," Deku groans while Bakugou hisses out "Shit!" at the sight of your body. Todoroki is dumbfounded, his eyes grazing over your juicy tits and the way your thighs curve up to meet your ass in your panties. "Oh, baby," he groans, moving towards you. "You're absolutely perfect."

He coaxes you to lay down on your back, the silk sheets cool against your skin. He hovers over you and latches his lips around one of your hard nipples to your right breast, sucking on the peak. "Oh," you sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. "Shit, Shoto."

Bakugou appears next to his boyfriend, bending down to stimulate your left breast with his hand. You moan at the contact, pleasurable tingles shooting throughout your body. "Stop hoggin'," he growls. "I'm still here too, Icy-Hot." Todoroki barely spares him a glance, too busy swirling his fat tongue around your left nipple.

The blonde smirks down at you, gently tweaking your other nipple. "You got a thing for piercings, baby girl?" he raspily asks. He sticks his tongue out, giving you a peek of the silver ball pierced in the muscle. You nod, unable to speak. "Good, 'cause I've got a thing for these pretty things here."

Soon, both pros are sucking and playing with your sensitive nipples with their long, fat tongues, their fingers stroking down your sides and pausing to fondle your breasts, wantonly moaning as they do. You lay there, mouth agape and eyes squeezed tight from the stimulation, your brain swimming. "Oh, fuck!" you longingly moan. "God, yes!"

You grip Bakugou and Todoroki's hair, pushing them farther into your chest. Each stroke of their wet tongues and soft lips send you on a trip. Deku watches from his spot on the bed, a tent growing in his pants. "You sound so good, babe," he softly groans. "I wanna hear more."

He slinks to the edge of the bed where your feet hang and gently bends your knees, sliding between them. "Can I eat you out please?" he asks. "I can tell you're wet. I can see it." His forest-green eyes are lust blown as they stare at your panties, noticing the wet spot forming in them.

You wordlessly nod, allowing him to peel your panties off of your ankles...but not before taking a sniff of them. You see his cock throb in his pants, excited by your sent. He pries your thighs open a bit more and exposes your sobbing, wet, soft little pussy to himself and his boyfriends.

Todoroki moans at the sight of you. Bakugou gazes at your pussy, biting his lip in anticipation at your glistening slit. “Mmm, damn, birthday girl,” he hums. “All this for me?”

“For us, Kaachan,” Deku corrects him, glaring up at him. “But right now, it’s for me. You deal with her up there while I take care of her down here.” The blonde cocks his head at his boyfriend's bite. “Oh, so you got mouth, huh? Remember that later, nerd.”

“Are you two gonna bicker or help me take care of this cutie here?" Todoroki asks, still molding your breast in his hand. "If not, I’ll be happy to take the job.” His lips stretch into a teasing smile at the prospect of having you all to himself.

Moments later, Todoroki and Bakugou are still teasing your nipples while Deku is in between your thighs going absolutely crazy. He is just as good at eating pussy as he is fighting villains, his calloused hands gripping underneath your ass as his tongue laps at your juices.

He is extremely vocal too, moaning against your clit the more he drinks and slurps you up, causing lewd, sloshing sounds of his wet tongue caressing your folds to float through the air. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp. “Shit, Deku, yes!”

Your body writhes on the bed, your pussy growing wetter the more the pros stimulate your erogenous zones, causing you to gush and cream onto Deku's waiting tongue. “Doll,” he drunkenly moans. “You taste so fucking good…you’re gushing for me!” He pulls his face up from your thighs, his eyes lust drunk and intense. “Give your hero more," he pants.

He goes back to making out with your cunt while your nipples are tweaked, sucked, and bitten...a little too hard for your liking. “Ah!” you gasp. “N-Not so rough, Katsuki.” The blonde gives you an apologetic kiss on the side of your kitty. “Aww, sorry, baby. Guess I just got a little jealous.”

His red eyes cut down to his boyfriend messily and sloppily eating you out like it's his damn job. “Mmm, I think I want a taste too,” Todoroki sighs, pulling away from your chest to take a seat beside his boyfriend. “Scoot over, Midoriya.”

Despite his irritation, Deku grumbles and moves aside, allowing Todoroki to eat your pussy now. He is just as much of an eater as his boyfriend is! His fat tongue swirls around your clit before dipping between your folds to caress your slit. “Oh, my God!” you shout, gripping the sheets for dear life.

Bakugou's face appears in your line of vision, hovering over you with a smirk on his lips. “Ya keep yellin’ like that and we’ll have trouble, baby. Someone’s gonna have to quiet you down.” His bulge is dangerously close to your lips; you can practically taste it.

He notices your staring eyes and smirks, toying with the zipper of his fly. “Ya want it, birthday girl?” he asks. You nod, whimpering in pleasure as Todoroki and Deku's tongues caress your clit.

Zzzzzip. Bakugou's fly comes down and he reaches into his pants to take out his cock. His beautiful, throbbing, tanned, veiny cock. “Then open your mouth.” You do so, your pussy throbbing as his bulbous, pink tip slides into your mouth.

Bakugou moans as your hot, wet tongue and soft lips wrap around him, encasing him in heat. "Good girl," he groans. "Fuck...such a good girl fa' me." He gazes down at you as his cock slides in and out of your mouth, your plush, glossy lips stretching around him.

"That's so fucking hot!" Deku moans into your pussy. He and Todoroki continue to share your pussy, but their eyes are focused on you sucking dick. "Hey!" Bakugou barks. "Focus on that fuckin' pussy and less on me...unless one of you two wanna help her out."

Todoroki smirks at him, giving him a flirty wink. “Don't tempt us with a good time~"

Your pussy jumps at the thought of seeing that for yourself, but that image evaporates when you feel Todoroki's breath tickle your ass. "You're so cute down here too, lovely. You wouldn't mind if I...?"

His tongue slides between your asscheeks and he gently begins suckling at your asshole while Deku laps at your cunt. Your toes curl from the stimulation, your moans loud and slutty around Bakugou's cock. "He's good with his tongue, ain't he?" he chuckles, gently petting your hair. "You ain't seen nothin' yet once I get to that pussy."

You can just imagine Bakugou's tongue piercing tickling your hot clit as he laps at your pussy too. Three fat tongues bathing your gushing pussy. You feel that familiar tug in your core and begin to moan louder, your lashes fluttering from the immense sparks of pleasure you're feeling.

"Your legs are shaking, lovely," Todoroki coos from your asshole. "Are you gonna cum for us?" You wordlessly nod, drool sliding from your bottom lip down Bakugou's balls. "Do it, doll," Deku begs. "Fucking cum for us. I want it all over my face!"

Your pussy throbs hearing the kind-hearted, sweet hero cuss, the urge to cum rising. "Do it," Bakugou demands, still slowly fucking your mouth. "Cum for us with my dick in your mouth, mama. Give it to us."

You have no choice but to do so. At the tongue lashing you're getting in both holes, you release into Deku's mouth with a loud, muffled moan and a series of whimpers while Todoroki sucks on your throbbing little asshole. Your orgasm is intense, making you see stars and your back arch off of the bed.

Todoroki lewdly moans as he pulls away from your asshole, greedily watching Deku slurp up all of your cum. "C'mere, little Deku," he coos. The two begin to sloppily kiss, sharing your taste and your cum on their lips and tongue. You watch it all from between the V of your thighs, stimulated by the sight.

"Shit, that's hot!" Bakugou growls. "How are you this fuckin' hot, huh?" But his eyes are watching you, his cock pulsing from the sight of your naked body writhing in pleasure for you.

“Oh, I thought you meant us," Todoroki chuckles as he pulls away from a dazed and lustful Deku. "But agreed. You've gotten me so hard for you, baby." He moans as Deku rubs him through his pants, his palm caressing his bulge.

"Me too," Deku groans, referring to the tent you can see in his pants too. "Wouldn't be right to leave us out of this, would it?" He gives you a look that is dark, wicked, and lustful; gone is the sweet, shy Deku you have known for so long.

He and Todoroki climb onto the bed with Bakugou who begrudgingly pulls his cock out of your wet, drooling mouth. "Just don't hog her," he grumbles. "I was here first, so don't go fuckin' her throat for too long."

He hooks a finger under your chin, lifting it to meet his gaze and the eyes of his boyfriends. "Think you can take three big cocks now, babe?" he hums.

Something takes over you: something slutty and reckless. A slut slips into your skin, ready to be fucked and used all night. "Y-Yeah," you softly giggle. "I want you all...naked." The pros softly laugh at your request, already reaching for their shirts. "That can be arranged, little baby," Bakugou replies.

You sit up on your elbows and watch in excitement as the three strip for you. Shirts come off. Pants are tossed aside. Boxers are discarded. That leaves them naked for you, muscles exposed and each cock hard, big, and throbbing. "See somethin' ya like, babes?" Bakugou asks, smirking at your lustful expression.

"Don't be so shy now. You weren't while you were rubbin' that ass on my dick at the bar." Were you really? You can't remember. The tequila and lust have stolen your memory.

Deku sits on his knees for you, taking your hand and pressing it against his toned stomach. "Go ahead, doll: touch us. Run those pretty hands all over us just like that."

You don't need any further encouragement. You begin to indulge in the pros' bodies, silently objectifying them as your hands work over their arms. Their abs. Their broad chests. Their firm asses. Your hands then fall to their cocks, alternating between each one, stroking up and down.

"Fuck," Bakugou groans, biting his lip at the sight of your pretty, soft hand wrapped around his dick. "You got a way with your hands, baby." You sluttily giggle, your manicured nails moving lower to fondle his balls. "I can show you more," you purr.

"Mind showin' us too, lovely?" Todoroki huskily asks. "You wouldn't wanna leave us out, would you?" He taps his cock against your lips which you pry open, offering your tongue to him for his tip to slap against.

The three pros pounce on you like hungered dogs, scrambling at the chance to fuck your mouth. It takes a minute to get used to; having three big dicks in your mouth back to back isn't for the faint of heart. But when it becomes easier to handle, you become freer. Sluttier.

Your hands become slick with pre-cum and drool slides from your mouth down your chin as you suck and suck and suck the pros' cocks, alternating between taking each one in your mouth while you stroke the other two.

The luscious moans coming from your crushes' mouths encourage and arouse you all the more. While all of them are vocal, which you highly appreciate as you work your jaw like there's no tomorrow, they all are different with the way they react to your dick-sucking abilities.

Bakugou is a damn menace. He grips your hair to pull you onto his cock, drawing his hips forward to fuck your face and destroy your makeup. “Yeah? You like it?” he teasingly asks. You wordlessly nod, your reply muffled by his dick.

With a groan, he slides out of your mouth, causing you to gasp in air and spit to stretch from your mouth to his balls. “Open up for me.” You pry open your mouth for him, saying "Aaaah" as you do.

Spit!

Bakugou leans down to spit his own saliva into your mouth, waving his cock around for you. “Put it back on my cock,” he demands. You do as told, leaning down to spit his saliva onto his dick before you taking it back in your throat. “Little slut lettin’ me spit in your mouth. Bet you wanted this for a while.”

You can't even express to him how much. However, you attempt to do so by sucking him dry, hollowing your cheeks and making his toes curl.

Deku is LOUD. Louder than Bakugou if you can believe it. He holds your head between his hands as he rigorously and eagerly fucks your throat, plunging himself deeper and deeper between the velvety, soaked walls of your throat. "Ha, ha, fuck, doll!" he whines. "That feels so good! Your mouth is fucking...oh, fuck!"

"Damn, nerd, chill out," Bakugou chuckles, watching his boyfriend fuck your mouth dumb. "You'll fuck her mouth off the hinges." Deku's face is flushed red, his muscles bulging and clenching from the immense pleasure. "C-C-Can't help it!" he groans. "It's too...Shoto, don't!"

Todoroki chuckles, his fingers toying with Deku's balls soaked in your spit. "Why not?" he teases. "You love gettin' your balls fondled, don't you, baby?"

Deku only whines in reply, pathetically so. Bakugou grips the back of his neck and grips his boyfriend toward him. "Shut up all that whinin'," he softly growls before he slams his lips against Deku, the two of them sharing moans as Deku continues to fuck your mouth.

Todoroki is a little more reserved, but still has no problem expressing his pleasure to you. He is slower with his strokes, taking his sweet time to watch your lips stretch around him. But he is still nasty as ever, whispering dirty nothings to you: "That's a good girl," he hums. "Stroke that shit. Take that fuckin' cock."

You feel his hand toy with your ass, his fingers sliding down to touch your pussy. "A little higher, lovely. I want to touch you." You arch your back a little more, hiking your ass up to allow him to stroke your pussy still wet from your orgasm and becoming wetter at the sight of Bakugou and Deku kissing.

They notice immediately. "Oh, look at this!" Bakugou tuts as Todoroki's fingers become sticky with you. "Naughty girl is touchin' herself! So you like seein' your pros kiss, huh?"

He takes his sexy self off of the bed and slips onto his knees behind you, your ass mooning up. "Let's see how you can handle me," he murmurs before his tongue is caressing your pussy now. The cool metal of his tongue piercing sends you into a frenzy.

"Mmmm-phhh!" you moan around Todoroki's cock, your body vibrating and trembling.

The usually stoic pro is absolutely feral, cheeks flushed and hips bumping into your mouth, wanting to feel more of your walls stroking him as the sloshing sounds of Bakugou's tongue fucking your pussy drifts to his eardrums. "You're so wet for us, lovely. Such a good girl, giving us so much."

SPANK!

Your ass jiggles from a hand smacking hard against it, making you tense from the sting. "Don't ignore me," Bakugou growls. "Fuck my tongue. Show me how you like this."

Lust overtakes you, causing you to begin tossing your ass back into Bakugou's face, much to his enjoyment. He fucks his fist as you fuck yourself on his pierced tongue, your wetness filling his tastebuds. "You like this tongue, darling?" Todoroki asks, grinning at your slutty actions.

"Mmm-hmm!" you eagerly reply, drool still pooling from your mouth. Bakugou groans from behind you, slipping his tongue out of your pussy and replacing it with his finger stroking your slit. "Yeah, you do," he gruffly replies. "A nice big birthday gift for you, right?"

"It doesn't stop here," Deku adds, fucking your hand sobbing wet with his creamy pre. "We still need to...u-unless you don't want to! We'd be happy with just your mouth too!" He blushes a hot red, swallowing roughly.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he means. "Do you want that, baby?" Todoroki questions. "Do you want to be fucked now?" He slips his cock out of your mouth to let you speak.

You blink at him, dazed and confused from the fog of pleasure and sex. "B-By all three of you?" you nervously stammer.

It now occurs to you that you've never done this before. Stepping through their door earlier, you were only thinking about being with the pros, never mind the inexperience. But now, as the prospect of being fucked by three big cocks comes into fruition, you start to sweat.

Bakugou suddenly appears in the bed again and grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Words." His tone is firm; not with the BS. You are pulled to answer him correctly and truthfully. "Yes, please," you beg. "Fuck me, Daddies. I can take all of you."

You know you can. You can't give up your fantasy just because of nerves. You know that these three studs would NEVER hurt you without your permission or consent. You trust them.

The three pros' eyes flash at you calling them "Daddies" and look between each other, silently questioning the other. "So who goes first?" Todoroki aloud wonders.

Bakugou cracks his knuckles. “Only one way to find out...and no cheating! Don't make me blow a whole in this bitch!"

"Not again, Kaacha, c'mon!" Deku protests, cracking his neck.

Your stomach plummets. Are they about to fight for your pussy?!

The three men ball their hands into fists and stretch them out before repeatedly raising them up and down. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" they shout in unison. On "shoot", they release their fingers. You resist the urge to laugh.

Bakugou has paper. Deku has paper. Todoroki has scissors. He smiles cockily as he snips at his boyfriends' fingers before he turns to you with an adoring gaze. "Looks like I'm first, lovely. I'll take you on your back, if you don't mind."

He yanks on your ankles, pulling you towards him and spread your thighs so he can sit between them. "I wanna see your face," he murmurs. You stare up at him, hypnotized by his brown and blue eyes, unable to look away as his tip rubs against your clit.

"That's my girl," he coos before he slides home inside of you, his cock clenched between the tight, wet walls of your pussy. You gasp, gripping his shoulders as your walls stretch around him inch by inch. Todoroki shudders at the feel of you, his face etched in pleasure. "Sh-Shit," he hisses.

He then begins to fuck you, rolling his hips against yours, drawing soft moans out of your mouth. Those moans grow louder when you feel Deku's hands cupping your bouncing titties, his green eyes filled with adoration and lust. “You look so pretty like this, doll,” he murmurs. “Such a pretty girl we got.”

"Yes, we do," Todoroki pants and presses himself closer against you to roll his hips. His cock slides in and out of you slow and deep, drawing whimpers and desperate moans out of you at the agonizingly slow pace.

You begin to wriggle around at the intense fucking, but Bakugou pins your ankles down, forcing you not to move. “Uh-uh, don’t run,” he growls. “You wanted it? You take it.”

Todoroki leans down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. “Don’t let him scare you,” he whispers. “You take me so well, darling. So hot the way you’re filled up with me.” His fingers press into your thighs, turning ice cold and dragging across your skin.

He kicks his quirk in, letting his icy fingertips cool you down as his cock heats you up, stroking that spot inside of you that makes you see God. You shout for Him, moaning in pleasure. “God, Shoto!” you moan, tossing your head back against the sheets.

It's too much! It's all too overwhelming. Todoroki's face screws as if he is in pain, his hips stuttering slightly. “Shit, baby,” he groans. “I can’t keep going slow like this. I want to…do you want me to-“

“Yes!” you gasp, grabbing his shoulders. “Please, Sho, go faster! Fuck me!”

His monochrome eyes flash with a fierce fire that makes your pussy clench. “Fuck you?” he parrots. “Then you’d better fuck me back. C’mon, lovely, fuck that cock for me."

You do as told, pushing your pussy down into his cock as he pushes forward, fucking the velvety, creamy walls of your cunt. Your mouths draw open, your moans and feverish pants filling the air. Deku watches on, pressing his cock against your titties. “So pretty,” he whines. “Look at me, dolly. Look at what you do to me.”

Bakugou grins at his boyfriend, still pinning your ankles down as he ruts his cock against the sheets for relief. “Guess you’re goin’ next, nerd.”

And "next" is coming up quick because your second orgasm rises to the surface, making your walls clench around Todoroki and stroke him for all he is worth. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp. “Sho, I’m gonna cum!”

You dig your nails into his skin, the pleasure intense and all-consuming. “Me too, babe,” he groans, holding your face in his hands. “Please cum with me. Cum on that cock, baby, do it.”

His deep, soothing, saccharine voice washes over you as your orgasm hits, making you moan out his name and your pussy gush all around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Todoroki groans loudly as he empties himself inside of you, spurt after spurt of cum filling you up.

You gasp, feeling your body tremble as your orgasm continues, taking you on a long ride on a wave of euphoria. Even as Todoroki pulls out, it continues, making you shake and shiver like a leaf in autumn. As you’re in the throes of your intense O, Deku quickly gets on top of you and slides his dick home inside of you, replacing Todoroki.

“Ah!” you moan, damn near screaming. You don't expect the sheer pleasure or the stretch as Deku sinks himself inside of you. He sheepishly looks at you despite being in such a dirty, un-innocent position. “Sorry, cutie. You just looked too good!"

His fingers dig into the meaty flesh of your thighs, hiking your legs up over his shoulders. His emerald eyes glare into yours, lustful and molten. “I’m gonna go a little crazy, okay?" he softly says. "Just gonna fuck this pretty pussy hard and fast. I promise I won’t be too rough and you can always stop me.”

If he says more dirty, nasty words in his soft, adorable voice, you'll let him do anything to you. So you nod and he immediately begins fucking you like a damn animal. Hard and fast just as he promised. He digs his fingers into your ass as he draws his dick in and out, in and out, pistoning his hips like a jackhammer.

You grab him for dear life, feeling like a rider on a bucking bull. "O-O-Oh, m-my Gooood!" you wail, gasping and sobbing as Deku's cock jackhammers into your pussy, his thick fingers rubbing your clit.

"Look at him go," Bakugou chuckles, impressed with how rough his man is fucking you. "How’s she feel, little Deku?” Todoroki teases, his semi-hard cock throbbing between his thighs.

Deku is in his own little world, his mind foggy with pleasure and his freckled face flushed red. F-Fucking amazing!” he moans, still taking you deep into Pound Town. “I-I…fuck me….I really wanted this for so long, Y/N! You have no idea!”

He grips you to his body, your sweat, smaller form stuck against his, leaving you helpless to his rutting and merciful fucking. Who knew the sweetheart of the group was the roughest one of the three?

You pant in his ear, your hands in his hair and your eyes fluttering as your pussy melts around his throbbing cock. In a flash, you feel the familiar clench of another orgasm again. So fast it makes your head spin. “Oh, fuck, w-wait, Izu!” you gasp. “Oh, God, I-I’m about to…to cum again! Ha, ha, I can’t—“

“You wanna cum?” he asks, his lips sucking your earlobe. “Do it on that dick then. I want you to.” He goes faster. Harder. Grabs your hips and slams you into his cock over and over again, your clit rubbing repeatedly against his pelvis. “Cum for me, pretty doll. Cum with me!”

"Oh, shit, she's squirting!" Bakugou cackles while Todoroki watches in shock. You don't even realize you're cumming until you feel your pussy spasm, the pleasure washing over you once more as spurts of your squirt explode around Deku's cock.

Quickly, Deku lays you down and pulls out of you, furiously stroking his slick cock above your chest. He then tosses his head back, letting loud, salacious moans escape his lips. “Oh, fuck!” he bellows, spurting rope after rope of cum all over your titties.

You watch on, exhausted from your intense squirting session. You didn't even know you could squirt! Deku triggered something inside of you obviously.

Todoroki and Bakugou appear on either side of you, staring down at the pearly beads of Deku's cum coating your tits. “Don’t mind if we do," Todoroki chuckles. They then begin slurping and licking up the cum from your tits, emitting weak moans from you.

And then it's Bakugou's turn. He gazes down at you, head cocked to the side as he regards you. “I know you ain’t tired, birthday girl.” You don't reply. You can't. Your body is totally drained and your pussy feels like it could use a vacation, sloppy and drenched from your cum and the load you took from Todoroki.

But Bakugou, the bastard, doesn't care. In a flash, he lifts you up and forces you onto all fours, your ass sticking in the air for him as your face hits the soft mattress. “I know it’s not my day," he hums, "but I want a fill of some cake too.”

“Look at this ass!” Deku groans, looking pained at the sight of your bottom in his boyfriend's face. “It’s not fair that you get her like this, Kaachan.”

The blonde glares at his boyfriend, his hand stroking your asscheek. “If you want a taste so bad then shut up, lie down, and let her sit on that face.”

Deku, ever the closet pervert, quickly does just that and slips underneath your body with some help from Bakugou to move your tired limbs. Deku's head slides underneath you, now facing your pussy.

Bakugou gives him a devilish smile as he watches, loving how eager his boyfriend is to please you and him. “I want you to suck on that pussy AND those balls while I fuck her, understand?” he orders. Deku has already begun kissing and toying with your pussy with his tongue. “Mmm-hmm!” he eagerly replies.

“And you.” Bakugou wraps a hand around your throat, not squeezing but letting you know that he can if he wants. “I want you to fuck me back. Bounce on that dick fa’ me, okay, birthday girl?”

Plap-plap-plap! His tip slaps against your ass, making your cunt throb feeling the weight of his dick there. Despite your exhaustion and need for a shower, the need for his dick runs even deeper. “Yes, sir,” you softly reply.

And then, finally, Bakugou slides in and all words-and thoughts-cease to exist the moment he begins to fuck you. As he bumps his hips against your ass, your pussy clenches around his cock while Deku sucks and slurps from down below, taking everything you give him.

“Oh, my God,” Bakugou moans, gripping the soft meat of your ass, digging his fingers in. “So good. That pussy’s so good, baby.” Your walls squelch around his dick, taking him deeper inside of you with every passing minute. “Shit, shit, shit!” you wail. “Fuck, ‘Suki, you’re so good!”

Bakugou grins down at you, loving how you look bouncing on his cock like a slutty little bunny. “Yeah? Better than these two extras, right?”

Deku whines in protest against your pussy, still slurping away, while Todoroki raises up on his hips in front of you, facing Bakugou “Awww, now don’t be so mean, Bakugou. You like my kisses too much~”

He wraps a hand around Bakugou's neck and forces him into a rough, deep kiss that makes Bakugou fuck you deeper and harder until the bed is moving beneath you. You are a moaning, gasping, wailing mess, your sounds bouncing off of the bedroom walls, signaling to the neighbors how good you're being fucked.

You know that the fourth time you feel that familiar, warm tug in your core that this orgasm will be your last. Your pussy spasms around Bakugou's shaft, stroking him the more he fucks you. It can't be helped since Deku's tongue is so good, lapping at your clit like a thirsty man. “K-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum again!” you warn.

“You ain’t the only one,” the platinum blonde grunts, gripping your ass for dear life. “This ass and this nerd under me is makin’ it real hard to hold back.” Deku licks faster, urging you both to cum for him.

Todoroki gives his boyfriend a wicked smile, pressing a kiss to his neck as he lays a hand on your ass, squeezing it. “Don’t keep our baby waiting now. Cum for her, ‘Suki. Show her just who Daddy Dynamight is.”

That lights a fire in Bakugou because suddenly, he is relentless, his hips snapping hard and fast against your ass, pushing you into the bed.

SPANK!

You shout at the bite of pain as he spanks your ass, making it recoil against his palm. “Beg for it,” he growls. “Beg for my cum. Just ‘cause it’s your birthday don’t mean you get to be a spoiled brat.”

SPANK!

He does it again, making your eyes sting with tears that stick to your messy lashes sticky with ruined mascara. “Please, ‘Suki, give me your cum! Please! I need it all!” You begin to babble in pleasure, begging for the pro balls deep inside of you to fill you up to the brim with his spunk.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Bakugou continues to smack your gorgeous ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure and creating a cocktail that pushes you off of that cliff. “I’m cumming!” you sob. The blonde urgently nods, needing you to cum for him. "That’s right, give it to me. Give it all to me.”

You release yourself with a loud sob that makes your throat scratchy as your pussy spasms and creams once more. “Take it, baby!” Bakugou demands. “Take my fuckin’ cum!”

Then, he too explodes inside of you, forcing Deku to swallow everything while Todoroki hums in encouragement, stroking your ass and noticing how yummy your wet, glistening asshole looks. Your eyelids flutter and your body tenses, the intensity of your orgasm and the rush of Bakugou's cum inside of you making you dizzy and disoriented.

Exhausted, you tiredly roll off of Deku after Bakugou pulls out of you, leaving your pussy gushing with two loads and wetter than the ocean. Deku stares up at the ceiling, his mouth glistening with your wetness. “Oh, wow,” he pants. “That was…” He pauses, searching for the right word.

“Very messy,” Todoroki chuckles, pressing a kiss to Deku's sweaty brow. “You’re practically ruined, Midoriya.”

Bakugou chuckles, his tanned, tatted body slick with sweat. “So is she.” He nods at you lying on the bed, poking gently at your side. “Still on Earth with us, baby?” he cackles.

You can only stare up at the ceiling for a while, letting yourself gather your bearings. You feel as if you just took a rocket ship to space and you're now coming back down to Earth again. "Best. Birthday. Ever," you pant out.

The three pros give each other a secretive look, their eyes talking to each other. "And it doesn't stop here," Bakugou chuckles.

You hear the seduction in his tone and weakly stare up at him, eyes wide. He can't be serious!

The blonde regards you with his head tilted, a smirk playing on his lips. “What? You thought you were done?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Oh, no, baby. It ain't even midnight yet."

Todoroki nods, lying beside you and gently toying with your side, his fingers brushing your skin. "He's right; we've still got hours to go before your birthday ends."

Bakugou lays down on your other side, facing your chest that he begins to feebly toy with.

Deku hovers over you, his eyes a dark green and his expression reading nothing but promises of more hours of hot sex until morning. "So why don't we celebrate by making our pretty girlfriend cum over and over again?" he whispers. "How does that sound?"

Girlfriend. Not friend. You're their girlfriend now.

You couldn't have asked for more.

THE END.

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[rileyslibrary]

Okay okay but hear me out- reader gets assigned on their first solo mission by Price and Ghost is inwardly concerned for them and keeps subtly giving tips to reader about the basics of any mission as way to prepare them

Hi, anon and thank you for requesting this! I made some minor adjustments to the original idea since I got lost in the process once I began writing. Reader is also fully aware of Ghost’s concerns and messes with him.

Fluffy, the usual banter, an emotionally constipated Ghost, yada yada. Enjoy!

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“Again,” Ghost murmurs as he shuffles through the row of tactical knives on the table. He decides on one, picks it up and walks towards you. “What is this?” He asks.

You look up from tying the laces of your boots and redirect your attention at him. He either believes you’re an idiot or doesn’t trust you enough. Either way, it’s not a good sign.

“Good question, Lieutenant,” you reply. “What you’re holding in your hands is a knife. Knives were one of the earliest tools used by humanity to-”

“Cut it out.”

“That’s correct!” you exclaim. “You mainly use one of those to cut stuff.”

A long sigh escapes him, and he throws his head up. He lowers the knife and walks towards the table, scratching the back of his balaclava with the other hand. He takes a few breaths, turns around and lifts the knife again.

“That’s not what I’m asking, and you know it.” He growls. “What kind of knife is it?”

“A sharp one.”

“Stop it.”

“You mean stab it?” you ask and continue tying your laces. “Yes. Yes, you can definitely stab with it.”

He throws the knife onto the table and leans on a chair, holding it with both hands. His brows are tied together, and you can see his jaw tightening beneath the balaclava.

“I need you to focus.” He says firmly. “This is not the right time for jokes.”

You stand up and walk towards him, now standing by his side. You grab his shoulder and squeeze it. He doesn’t budge, yet he slowly shakes his head.

“You’re worried.” You state.

“I’m not worried.” He replies. “I don’t know what Price was thinking; the stakes are too high for this to be your first solo mission.”

“So you don’t trust me.”

“Of course I trust you.” He says and lets go of the chair. “It’s just too dangerous for you to go alone.”

“So you are worried.” You whisper with a smirk.

He looks at you with the side of his eye and picks up a map from the table. He spreads it out in front of him.

“Alright,” he says, “let’s go over the route again.”

“Got it,” you nod. “So, what’s the plan?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s the plan?’” He shouts, turning to look at you with wide eyes. “We’ve been through this-”

“-a hundred times now.” You interrupt. “Yet you still want to go over it again and again and again and again.”

“I just need you to be ready.”

“I am ready!”

“Then go on,” he says, pushing the map towards you, “what’s the plan?”

“Alright,” you begin, pointing to a door on the eastern side of the facility. “I’ll start here, at the service entrance. It’s not heavily guarded since they mainly use it for their occasional smoke breaks.”

“But you’ll still need to be cautious,” He adds.

You ignore his remark and continue to outline the route.

“From there,” you say, moving your finger along a series of corridors, “I’ll make my way through the maintenance tunnels. They’re narrow and dark but should provide good cover from security patrols.”

“And when you reach the central hub,” Ghost continues, pointing to a large room at the heart of the facility, “you’ll need to be especially careful since that’s where the security is the tightest. There’s only one entry point, so once you get to this door you should-”

“Knock.”

He slowly turns towards you and gives you a side-eye. “You’re not taking this seriously,” he whispers.

“On the contrary, Lieutenant,” you jest. “I’m deadly serious.”

“Deadly serious?” he scoffs and shakes his head. “You might end up seriously dead if you don’t pay attention.”

You roll your eyes and let out a sigh.

“When I get close to that door,” you say, pointing at the map, “I’ll wait for Soap and Gaz to manipulate the security systems and set off the alarms. Once the commotion is at its highest, I’ll infiltrate the hub, collect the intel, and escape through the ventilation shafts.”

“Right,” he says and folds the map. “Do you have everything you need?”

You turn your attention to yourself, checking your tactical vest, and he does the same. His eyes scan over every piece of equipment on you. He walks around you, tracing his fingers along the edges of your gear, checking for any signs of damage. He reaches out to adjust a loose strap on your vest, ensuring it’s securely fastened.

“You need to make sure everything is secure,” he says as he continues to search each pocket and pouch on you, ensuring that your supplies are well-stocked and easily accessible. “We can’t risk losing any essential gear during the mission.”

You follow him with your eyes and smirk as he inspects you. “Is that what worries you?” You ask. “Losing gear?”

He pauses for a second and meets your eyes. “You know what I mean,” he says as he tightens a buckle on your waist. He takes a few steps back and nods. “Everything looks good,” he concludes.

“Alright,” you nod back and walk towards the door. “Let’s do this.”

“Stay sharp out there!” he shouts.

“Yeah, yeah,” You shout back as you exit the briefing room, “sharp like a knife!”

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[rohirric-hunter]

Tell us another story from your security guard days

You learned as a patroller (or any other position that actually worked in the location we were guarding) that the alarms never worked properly. However, the people in Security Control, who were supposed to remotely manage the alarms, believed wholeheartedly and blindly in their infallibility.

One day, while I was operating a metal detector out of the data center floor, a trained monkey (my semi-fond semi-condescending nickname for Google employees) came out of the data center and said, "There's a fire in there."

"Okay," I said. There was a patroller passing by at the moment, and I waved him over and asked him to go onto the DC floor to take care of the fire.

He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "What am I supposed to do about it?"

"Find out where it is?" I said. (The trained monkey did not know, and had apparently seen it some fifteen minutes prior and chosen to finish up whatever he was doing before going and alerting anyone else about it.) "Report it to the supervisor and ask him to call the fire department? Put it out, if it's small enough?"

"I don't know how to use a fire extinguisher," he said, which was an interesting thing for him to say considering every security guard there had mandatory annual fire extinguisher and first aid training.

"Okay," I said. "Then take over my post."

"I'm about to go to lunch," he said.

I picked up my radio and reported to the supervisor that he had taken over my post. (If the post was later found unattended it would be on him, at that point.) Then I went onto the DC floor.

The fire was not big, but it was loud, so I was able to find it without much trouble. One of the servers had caught on fire somehow. I called Security Control and told them there was a fire and where it was.

"No there isn't," Security Control said.

"Yes there is," I said.

"There are no alarms going off," Security Control said.

"There sure aren't," I said. "But I'm looking at a fire right now."

"There can't be a fire," Security Control said. "There's no alarm."

I put my radio back on my belt, deciding I had better deal with the problem before it got bigger, and quickly put the fire out (using my mandatory annual fire extinguisher training). Then I radioed my supervisor and reported the fire. Fortunately he was a cool guy who believed me and had my back about it and I got to listen to him chew out Security Control for the rest of the day about the alarm system and the seriousness of fires and the proper protocol for dealing with fires.

That's why you always always always back up anything you have stored on Google Drive or any of their other online storage services. Or like. Just don't use them at all.

[sirpuntine]

Are you aware of ALLIGATOR ALCATRAZ?

"This site is a multigenerational home for the Indigenous peoples of Florida, and it is not the home of a harmful and unnecessary prison." - Friends of the Everglades

Source

“Alligator Alcatraz” is an immigrant detention center being built illegally in the Big Cypress Preserve of the Florida Everglades to house 5,000 people in tents in summer, with plans to use alligators and snakes as opposed to walls and buildings as a deterrent to the people being kidnapped, trafficked, and contained.

“State authorities project that the center will be operational at the beginning of July, with an initial capacity of at least 1,000 detainees and a gradual expansion thereafter”

As of 6/26: Construction has already started and has been connected to LOGISTIC EVENT CORPS and US TENT RENTAL. FL National Guard and Highway Patrol have been sent to “secure the perimeter and entry points of Alligator Alcatraz”. Homeland Security is largely funding it with FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) using its Shelter and Service Program, which usually allocates money to governments and nonprofits to “provide migrants with temporary shelter, food and transportation”.

There are 15 Miccosukee and Seminole villages in Big Cypress, which also supplies 40% of their drinking water, but the tribes WERE NOT CONSULTED and EXPLICITLY OPPOSE construction.

The Mayor of Miami is opposing construction until environmental impact assessments are done and is reportedly considering legal action

“Levine Cava also reported that the state of Florida offered only 20 million dollars for the property, while its most recent appraisal exceeds 190 million”

DeSantis has claimed the project has zero environmental impacts, which has been vehemently denied by environmentalists:

"There will be impact because sewage will be generated, water will be used, and it will create light pollution affecting the habitat” - Eve Samples, Executive Director of Friends of the Everglades

“She also contends the state failed to follow proper procedure by skipping a required environmental review before building a federal facility. Samples raised additional alarm over the threat to endangered species, noting that Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) maps show panthers living in the area.”

“In addition to the criticisms of the immigration plan itself, construction in this region -considered ecologically sensitive- could cause irreversible damage to the ecosystem of the Everglades, one of the most important natural reserves in the United States.” [x]

In 1969, Marjory Stoneman Douglas founded Friends of the Everglades to stop construction in the same location based on the findings of the 1st ever environmental impact study done in FL and was successful

"Development of the proposed jetport and its attendant facilities will lead to land drainage and development for agriculture, transportation, and services in the Big Cypress Swamp which will inexorably destroy the south Florida ecosystem and thus the Everglades National Park."

US President Ford established Big Cypress National Preserve in 1974 In order to “assure the preservation, conservation, and protection of the natural, scenic, hydrologic, floral and faunal, and recreational values of the Big Cypress Watershed”

Call Scripts:

Use these exactly, or use pieces, or base your own message on them - as long as you contact ASAP

Friends of the Everglades: “Dear Gov. DeSantis and Attorney General Uthmeier, Don’t make the same mistake Florida avoided 55 years ago. I’m urging you to STOP the reckless plan to build an “Alligator Alcatraz” detention center in the heart of the Everglades. This land is critical to the future of the Everglades — that’s why thousands of Floridians joined forces to stop the Everglades Jetport from paving over this very ground in 1970. Now Attorney General Uthmeier wants to do what even President Nixon’s administration knew was wrong: open the door to development in one of America’s most fragile and iconic ecosystems, surrounded by Everglades National Park and Big Cypress National Preserve. You have the power to stop this anti-Everglades proposal, and I’m calling on you to use it. NO AIRPORTS. NO ROCK MINES. NO PRISONS on this land. ONLY EVERGLADES! Sincerely, [your info here]”

Jessica Namath: “My name is (name] and I'm calling to ask that you help protect our nation's FIRST National Preserve - Big Cypress - and stop "Alligator Alcatraz". The Everglades are no place for ANY 1,000 person facility. The infrastructure can't support it, and the impacts to the indigenous community and ecosystem would be catastrophic. Please oppose this terrible idea!”

Sierra Club FL Chapter: “Dear Governor DeSantis - You have repeatedly claimed to be a defender of the Everglades. Now is the moment to back up those words with action. The proposed “Alligator Alcatraz” ICE facility would devastate a vital part of the Everglades — undoing decades of restoration progress and wasting billions of taxpayer dollars already invested in protecting this unique ecosystem. This project threatens to destroy the very heart of the River of Grass, undermining the hard work of generations of advocates and scientists dedicated to restoring Florida’s natural heritage. I urge you to listen to the thousands of Floridians who stand against this plan. Show real leadership by rejecting this harmful project and fully committing to protecting and restoring the Everglades for future generations. The time to act is now. Stop Alligator Alcatraz, and stand by your promise to protect the Everglades. Sincerely, [your info here]”

Friends of the Everglades provide this to contact DeSantis and Uthmeier. You can also email DeSantis through his website, or use the contact info below:

DeSantis Mailing Address: The Capitol / 400 South Monroe St. / Tallahassee, FL 32399-0001 | DeSantis Phone: (850)717-9337 or (850)488-7146

Uthmeier Mailing Address: Office of the Attorney General / State of Florida /!PL-01, The Capitol / Tallahassee, FL 32399-1050 | Uthmeier Phone: (866)966-7226

Call the companies involved and confront their complicity, demanding they stop their service

US Tent Rental (Sarasota, FL): (941)727-3311

Logistics Event Corps (SweetWater, FL): (305)232-8368

BTW DeSantis has already said he wants to build another detention center at Camp Blanding, 30 miles West of Jacksonville, in Northeast FL

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: I'm taking the civil service exam and if I get in there, will they fire me if I were mentally unstable?

Cnetizens: Sweetheart, guess why the civil service exam is oversubscribed as fuck?

yll: No, we have one in our unit. His performance bonus was deducted, and then he, armed with a fruit knife, stabbed two Deputy Directors of Bureau and then smashed the Director-general's office. He is now recuperating at home, and we have to visit him regularly. However, he is very principled and only attacks leaders when he has a seizure, not ordinary staff.

xhzz: Warrior.

dtxgg: I heard from my senior coworker in the organization that during one of the general meetings, when the Director-general was making an impassioned speech, this big sister suddenly slammed the table and shouted, “It's all bullshit!” Then she waved her sleeve and left, and from then on everyone realized that she was not normal. Big sister's exploits included rushing in during a bureau meeting and flickering on the forehead of every Director with her knuckle; when the leaders were eating at noon in the cafeteria's booths, she rushed in, made the rounds, and asked, “Yo, where's the corruption?” The leaders told her to go home and get well, she said she was not sick. After that, the big sister became the real Director-general of our unit, walking everywhere with two security guards behind. She came especially early every day, wearing sunglasses, patrolling the unit building, behind the two little brother trembling. No matter who it is, Big Sister will bash them right to their faces. The canteen auntie who scooped less food when dishing out, the masses who came to the unit to handle administrative affairs and stole the paper from the printer. She bashed them all, not to mention the leaders. The leaders have become numb. Later, the big sister's condition was slowly brought under control, and she had already retired when I joined the unit.

xxxC: LMFAO check the comments lmao

luvpp: There was a man in my mom's unit who became mentally unstable after joining the workforce and ran to the Director's office every day to sit there, saying that he himself was the director, and then the director granted him paid leave, and he still went to the unit to sit in the director's office as usual.

yzxka: ASDDFGHFGJ this one

momo: Our unit invited an expert to give a lecture, and when it was all over, he rushed up to the expert and asked loudly, “Do you know what it means to be full of crap?”

sbkpg: lkkfghdfgsdf

xuexue: The leader took me to another building in the office area, beforehand he specifically explained to me, “There is a man who guards the gate, if he asks you, do you believe in the universe, you must answer categorically, I do! Otherwise you won't get in.” Later I realized that the man was a little mentally unstable, and he was transferred to guard the gate, in fact, that building was originally inside the office area but the higher-ranks let them built a fence and set up a security booth in order to give him a post. Once the Director of Division went to a meeting and failed to answer his question and did not get in.

Vvvviola: After reading the comments, you will understand why everyone wants to take the civil service exam, because it is a job where even if you are really crazy, you will not be fired. It is completely different from capitalists squeezing laborers and laying off employees after squeezing them out.

momo: But as long as you don't go crazy, you'll be used like crazy.

arww: That was the case with the senior who was my tutor when I joined the office. She was crazily obsessed with her religion, and I don't know what kind of sect she was, but she played Buddhist scriptures in her office every day, wore a big red robe(*the unorthodox kind sect of buddhism), and meditated when she wasn't working, and practiced her skill in the room. I ordered a takeout at noon, it was Duck Blood and Vermicillon Soup. She righteously criticized me: duck blood can't be eaten, the animal's blood is full of anger, eating it will lead to evil spirits. I was so frightened that I dropped the vermicelli in my mouth. The leaders were quite polite to her. I worked with her for a month, she retired and went home, and I took over her job.

momo: Sister you go eat Duck Blood and Vermicillon Soup fearlessly hahahahhahhahah

lin: The Chief of my section, beat up two directors-general in a row, the third director-general was a woman, she told him, "I'm a woman, you can't beat me up".

xrhmm: they are even haggling

sytxztt: fuck

sstd: so did he beat that director?

lin: No, he doesn't beat women

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Chapter 9

Genre: Mafia!au , Slowburn, Angst, Hurt, eventual smut, TW (it is a mafia!AU, after all)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language. Also, don’t come for me over the theme, people. It’s an Alternate Universe, which means the bangtan boys are essentially what I like to call meat puppets to serve the storyline. This is obviously not a projection of their actual real-life personas.

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There was something oddly poetic about planning an escape with a weapon meant for slicing chocolate cake.

The knife lived permanently under her sleeve now.

She kept it close during the day, tucked just high enough on her forearm that it never peeked through her clothes, and laid it under her pillow at night. Not because she planned to use it in her sleep, but because it felt wrong not to know where it was.

Dull and pathetic as it was, the cake knife was still hers. A shard of control. She didn’t dare leave it in her room long enough for Mrs. Shin’s hawk eyes to find it. The woman might’ve seemed warm, but Y/N had seen enough to know better.

And so, it stayed hidden in plain sight.in the silk of her blouse.

She hadn’t seen her new roommate, Jungkook, since their icy introduction. Only heard him.

Footsteps outside her door—one slow pass, late every evening.

Water running in the shared suite’s bathroom at odd hours.

The dull thud of weights hitting the floor, once.

Sometimes she wondered if he was watching her through the security feed. If his silence was another kind of trap. A presence meant to unsettle more than any threat could.

No matter.

She stuck to her routine: eating, pacing, studying the guards. Taehyung’s half-assed check-ins had become her best resource. He was cocky, distracted, prone to oversharing when he got bored. She’d learned about shift changes, patrol rotations, and who kept forgetting to relock the service stairwell door. All she needed was a sliver of chaos.

And chaos came, just after sundown.

The wind began howling through the high trees of the estate, moaning against the windows like a warning. Rain followed soon after, then thunder, rattling the fine china on the dining room table. Taehyung had just lit a few extra candles when the power cut out entirely with a deep, mechanical humph.

“Great,” Taehyung muttered, frowning toward the hallway. “Stay here,” he told her, already stepping back from the table. “I’ll go check the fuse box.”

Y/N nodded dutifully.

He was gone before she’d even dropped her spoon.

She waited a beat—two—then stood, quietly pushing her chair back in. The knife was already back in her sleeve, her steps silent on the polished floor.

The house had gone nearly black, save for the flicker of candlelight bleeding through the open door. Thunder cracked again, closer this time. She moved fast, following the dining room wall to the tall glass window facing the east courtyard. A wide, three-panel monstrosity meant to impress guests with the estate’s vast manicured view.

No one was watching.

She wrapped her hand in her linen towel, crouched, brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, and waited. The second the light of a bolt split the sky like a bone, she counted.

One one thousand.

Two one thousand.

CRACK—a roar of thunder echoed loud enough to cover just about anything..

Right on cue, Y/N struck.

She hit edge of the window with a force that jarred her wrist. Fuck, that hurt. Glass spidered, cracked, held for half a second longer—and then shattered outward with a second hit of her elbow.

The thunder swallowed the noise.

She was through before the curtains had even stopped fluttering, dropping into the wet grass below. The storm met her head-on, rain lashing her face, wind flattening her clothes to her skin. Her bare feet hit the mud hard. But she didn’t stop.

She ran.

Past the trimmed hedges, the marble fountains, the reflective pools and stone benches. The perimeter fence loomed ahead, black iron barely visible through the storm.

She headed east.

That gate was the weak point. She’d seen it up close when Taehyung had taken her for a walk in the courtyard two days ago. One of the locks had been replaced hastily. Sloppy. A guard had joked about it, not realizing she’d been listening.

Now she was there.

Breath ragged, rain soaking her through. She crouched low, checked the latch. Still unsecured. Someone had truly forgotten to double-check it.

Her chest pounded—not from fear, but hope.

She was one click away from vanishing into the night.

And then—

A hand landed on her shoulder.

Heavy. Steady.

“Tell me,” came the low voice behind her, “did you actually think that would work?”

Y/N froze.

That voice.

She turned slowly, the rain sliding down her cheeks.

Jungkook stood behind her, dressed in all black, soaked to the bone, hair slicked back by the storm.

Of course.

Of course it would be him.

Y/N didn’t wait to think. She swung the knife—blunt as it was—toward his ribs, hoping to catch him off guard with speed, not strength.

But he caught her wrist mid-swing.

Like he’d been expecting it.

The impact sent a jolt up her arm, his grip ironclad as he twisted sharply. She tried to pull away, but he didn’t budge. The rain had slicked their skin, the mud beneath their feet shifting dangerously.

“Let. Go,” she hissed, planting her free hand on his chest and pushing.

He barely rocked back.

“You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”

Her knee came up fast, aiming for his gut—but he deflected with a sideways turn, dragging her arm in a cruel arc that spun her around. She stumbled, mud splattering up her legs, her breath ripping out of her lungs.

“I swear to God, I will end you—” she spat, fury radiating off her in waves.

“Allow me to doubt that,” Jungkook shot back, voice cool and infuriatingly steady.

She lunged again with a grunt, twisting in a desperate attempt to throw him off, but her limbs weren’t cooperating like they used to. Her balance was off. Her breath too short.

He caught her wrist again—this time the one holding the knife—and twisted.

Pain lanced up her arm.

“Drop it,” he ordered.

She gritted her teeth, dug her heels into the wet grass.

“Go to hell,” she snapped.

With a sharp shove, he slammed her hand into the wrought iron gate.

Once. Twice.

The knife clattered to the ground, useless and dull as a discarded toy.

She gasped, hand pulsing in pain.

Jungkook took a step back, rain dripping from his jawline, eyes narrowed.

“Mrs. Shin’s been looking for that,” he said, nodding to the pathetic blade at her feet. “I told her not to worry. Figured you’d try something eventually.”

Y/N stared at him, chest heaving, soaked and livid. They had known all along. Of course they had.

“You think we don’t sweep your room? You think we didn’t know how long you’ve been hiding that stupid thing?”

“You arrogant, surveillance-obsessed son of a—” she spat, bucking forward, trying to knock him off with the weight of her body.

He absorbed it.

Barely moved.

Her arms thrashed against his hold, but his strength was suffocating. She kicked, clawed, shoved against his chest with every ounce of energy she had—but it was like fighting a wall. A breathing, infuriating, immovable wall.

“Still think you’re going somewhere?” he asked between breaths.

She was panting now. Exhausted. Mud soaked through her clothes, hair sticking to her skin, blood pounding in her ears. Her muscles ached in a way that felt unfamiliar—soft and heavy, not honed like they used to be.

God, when did I get so weak?

She hated this. Hated him. But most of all, she hated the realization that she wasn’t who she used to be. The girl who used to scale rooftops barefoot, who could slit a man’s throat in silence, who trained five hours a day just because she could.

It was boarding school that did it. Four years of golf tournament, brunches, and etiquette drills—while her edge rusted into dormancy.

She hadn’t realized just how far it had dulled until now. Until her movements felt heavy. Predictable. Amateur.

And now here she was—mud-caked, panting, pinned by a man who didn’t even break a sweat.

“Get off of me,” she growled, voice cracked and low.

She stumbled, hit the gate again, breath knocked from her lungs.

For a second, they just stood there—both soaked, both breathing hard, both staring at each other.

“You done?” he asked.

The rain pounded between them like a war drum.

“I said,” Jungkook growled, stepping forward, “are you done?”

Y/N wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand. “Not even close.”

She lunged.

He caught her easily—of course he did—but she kept thrashing, teeth clenched, eyes wild. She struck out blindly, her fists catching his chest, shoulder, jaw—whatever she could reach. He grunted once when her knee clipped his thigh, but his grip only tightened.

“God, you’re relentless,” he muttered.

“And you’re a kidnapper!” she spat, voice raw.

Jungkook’s patience snapped.

He grabbed her by the arm, spun her around, and began dragging her—feet slipping, body jerking against his grip—back toward the mansion.

“Let go of me!”

She twisted violently, heel digging into the wet ground. They stumbled, feet tangling, and both of them crashed into the mud with a loud, wet smack. The wind knocked out of her, but she barely felt it—she was already trying to push herself up.

Jungkook, covered in dirt and rain and rage, shoved her back down with one palm on her shoulder.

“You’re going back in,” he gritted out, “whether you like it or not!”

She struggled harder, slapping his hand away, crawling back onto her knees. “Fuck off!”

“You want to keep going? We can do this all night. But you’re going back.”

“Over my dead body.”

Jungkook exhaled harshly, wiping mud from his face with the back of his sleeve.

“You done being dramatic?”

“Not even a little.”

“Fine.”

He surged forward, grabbing her by the waist before she could move. She screamed, kicked, clawed at his arms, but he was done playing nice.

“You wanna make it difficult?” he said through clenched teeth, hoisting her up like she weighed nothing. “Let’s make it difficult.”

And with that—humiliation of humiliations—he threw her over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” she shrieked, pounding her fists into his back. “You absolute psychopath! I will kill you in your sleep!”

“I don’t sleep enough for that,” he replied coolly, stomping back toward the mansion through the mud and the downpour.

Her legs flailed behind him, kicking uselessly at the air.

“I’ll break your jaw, I swear to God!”

“You’ve got a real loud mouth,” he grunted.

“I’m not afraid of you!”

“Then you’re as stupid as you sound.”

Lightning lit the estate in sharp relief. The world was all grey-blue and fury—their figures streaked in rain and dirt, Y/N screaming like a banshee and Jungkook grim-faced and silent, walking through it like a man carrying fire.

She stopped screaming—not because she’d calmed down, but because the lump in her throat had finally caught up to her anger. It was a quiet, festering kind of despair, the kind that didn’t get to cry, only burn.

Jungkook climbed the back steps like he was dragging a war prize.

The rain was still coming down in sheets, and the wind bit through every layer, but he didn’t falter—not even when Y/N renewed her thrashing with a renewed burst of venom, nor when her elbow dug savagely into his lower back.

“Try that again and I’ll drop you in the koi pond,” he muttered.

“Do it, I’ll drown if I’m lucky, you complete—!”

He shoved the rear door open with one shoulder, the lock clicking loose under his weight. Warmth rushed to meet them. The candles in the hallway flickered faintly as the backup generator whirred into life somewhere below.

Y/N’s soaked hair clung to her cheeks, her breath sharp in her throat. Jungkook set her down roughly on her feet just past the threshold. The moment her boots hit the polished floor, she shoved him back with both hands.

“Don’t touch me,” she spat, teeth bared. “Don’t even look at me, you smug, oversized—”

“Careful now,” a voice drawled from deeper in the corridor, calm and unhurried. “The carpet is antique.”

Both Y/N and Jungkook froze.

She knew that voice. Instantly. Knew it in her bones, like an echo she’d hoped not to hear tonight.

Namjoon.

And, as if perfectly choreographed by the devil himself, the lights snapped back on with a gentle hum, bathing the hallway in clean, golden clarity.

Namjoon stood in the open archway of the drawing room, one hand tucked in his trouser pocket, the other holding a lowball glass half-full of something amber and expensive. His hair was immaculately in place. His shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow. His sharp gaze flicked over the trail of wet footprints and globs of mud bleeding across the Persian runner.

He raised a brow.

“I’d say wipe your feet, but…” He gestured lazily toward the muddy chaos. “Bit late for that.”

Y/N opened her mouth—rage boiling in her throat—but all that came out was a scoff and a glare.

“Your hound almost broke my hand,” she snapped, pointing toward Jungkook, who stood silently behind her like a wall still catching his breath.

Namjoon hummed.

Her fists clenched, jaw tight with the ache of unsaid curses. Her clothes clung to her skin, filthy and dripping, her hands scraped and red. And Namjoon just stood there, cool and clean and perfectly dry, like a man who already had all the answers.

“Come on,” he said, lifting his glass toward the far end of the hall. “Let’s take this to my office.”

Y/N didn’t move.

“Do you need to be dragged again?” he asked mildly. “Because I’m sure Jungkook’s happy to oblige.”

She shot a murderous look over her shoulder.

“Don’t even think about it,” she muttered through clenched teethz

Jungkook chuckled, barely a breath of sound.

Namjoon just smiled. Not kindly.

“Follow me, little raven.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, the click of his shoes echoing down the corridor—leaving behind the storm, the mud, and the girl who suddenly realized she wasn’t done being a prisoner just yet.

Namjoon’s office was just as she remembered—over-designed, over-scented, and over-compensating.

Y/N stood near the door, dripping mud onto the hardwood floors, arms crossed and posture locked in defiance. Jungkook hovered a few steps behind her, quiet and unreadable, still smeared with rain and dirt. He hadn’t said a word since they’d walked in, and she was beginning to wonder if he ever would again.

Namjoon was already behind his desk, watching her like one might observe a thundercloud rolling in.

“Jungkook,” he said without looking away, “stay. This concerns you too.”

Y/N’s gaze snapped sideways. “Oh, of course it does,” she muttered. “Because what’s a lecture without an audience?”

Namjoon raised his glass slightly in mock agreement. “Exactly,” he said.

She rolled her eyes.

“I must admit,” he began, voice casual, almost amused, “I’m a little disappointed.”

“Well,” Y/N snapped. “That makes two of us.”

He smiled. Not kindly. “We’ve gone to some lengths to make your stay… let’s say, tolerable. Haven’t we? You have your own room. Heated floors, if I recall correctly. Quality meals. A room with a view—rare in this house, I’ll have you know. Clean sheets. Entertainment. A whole staff at your disposal, not a single one of whom has tried to poison you, might I add. Frankly, that’s more than most of my own men get.”

“Touching,” she bit back. “Would you like me to write a thank-you card?”

Namjoon leaned back in his chair, clearly unbothered. “And yet, despite all this,” he gestured vaguely toward her mud-splattered state, “you remain… hostile. Unreasonable. A little uncivilized, even,” he added looking at ger mud-caked figure with distaste.

Y/N’s jaw clenched.

“I suppose,” he went on, folding his hands over his stomach, “some of the fault may lie in the planning. I don’t usually deal in captives, you see. It’s not our style. We’re more about… transactions. Leverage. Respectable things.”

“Is that what this is to you?” she said, stepping forward. “A miscalculation?”

“I’m not above admitting a misstep,” he said with a tilt of his head. “In fact, I pride myself on correcting them.”

He set the glass down and stood, moving around the desk with the calm authority of someone who never had to raise his voice to command a room.

“It seems,” he continued, “that one of our operatives—Kim Taehyung, as much as I hold him dear to my heart—has become somewhat… lax. Possibly charmed, even.”

“Oh, don’t blame poor Tae for having taste,” Y/N said sweetly.

Namjoon ignored the interruption. “It’s a recurring weakness with your kind,” he said. “Ravens do have a certain pull, don’t they? Mysterious. Magnetic. Just dangerous enough to keep things interesting.”

She glared at him. He stepped closer.

“So,” he continued, “to remedy this lapse in discipline, we’re making a small adjustment to your security schedule.”

Y/N’s nostrils flared. “And what will it be, may I ask?”

“Effective immediately,” Namjoon said, turning slightly to Jungkook, “your new shadow will be Jungkook.”

She froze

Silence.

Then, in perfect unison—

“What?”

“What?”

Y/N whipped around to face Jungkook just as Jungkook stepped forward, eyes flashing.

“Him?“ She jabbed a finger behind her. “You’re assigning me the human meat cleaver?”

Jungkook’s voice cut in, sharp and low as he stepped forward. “No can do. I’ve got business in Daegu at the end of the week.”

Namjoon gave the smallest shrug. “Taehyung will go in your stead.”

Jungkook’s jaw twitched. “Taehyung is an idiot.”

“Agreed,” Y/N muttered, arms crossed.

Namjoon smiled faintly. “He’ll learn.”

“No, he won’t,” Jungkook said, tone hardening. “He doesn’t have the contacts, he doesn’t know the layout, he’ll mess it up—”

“Do you suppose I make such decisions lightly?” Namjoon said, the warmth vanishing from his voice like a candle snuffed out. “Without thought?”

“Still, you can’t be serious.” Jungkook’s mouth tightened. “I’m not a fucking babysitter.”

“This is not a negotiation,” Namjoon continued, stepping around the desk again, slower this time. “I’ve let you pick your targets for months now. You’ve run operations, managed leads, even picked your own crew. But this?” He pointed a finger—not at Jungkook, but at Y/N. “This is mine. And she’s too valuable to be watched by someone who forgets to lock the elevator panel when he’s bored.”

Y/N bristled. “Oh good, glad to know I’m still an asset despit—”

“You will do good keeping your mouth shut,” Namjoon snapped. Jungkook seemed like he was about to protest some more, but Namjoon’s head snapped in his direction, “both of you.” He paused. “Now. Are we clear?”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to punch the wall. His shoulders were drawn tight, fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.

Namjoon waited.

Finally, Jungkook exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled.

“…Yes, sir.”

The air shifted—he obeyed, but the tension didn’t dissipate. Not even a little.

Y/N noticed it—the stiffness in his posture, the way his jaw locked like he had to swallow whatever he really wanted to say. The submission wasn’t clean. It was coiled, bitter, personal.

Namjoon, satisfied, sank back into his chair with the air of a man who had just won a round of poker without even touching his cards.

“Good,” he said softly. “Now that we’re all in agreement, you two should probably get some rest.”

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The moment Namjoon dismissed them, Jungkook grabbed her arm with an iron grip.

Y/N didn’t flinch, but the muscle in her jaw ticked.

“I told you to keep you hands off—”

“Save it.”

He didn’t look at her. Didn’t need to. His hand locked around her wrist like a man leading someone to their execution, and with one tug, they were out of the office and down the corridor in silence.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss, sealing them inside together.

Rainwater pooled beneath their feet, dripping steadily off their clothes. Jungkook stood beside her, arms crossed, jaw tight enough to crack bone.

Silence pressed in like walls.

Then, quietly—delicately—Y/N giggled.

Not a full laugh.

Just a small, mocking flutter of amusement that slipped past her teeth like a secret she couldn’t hold anymore.

Jungkook’s head turned, slow and deliberate. His eyes found her, storm-dark and sharp.

“Something funny?” he asked, voice flat.

She didn’t look at him. Just tilted her head back, watching the light flicker overhead.

“Nothing,” she said breezily. “Just thinking about how the universe works in truly hilarious ways.”

He didn’t respond, but his stare hardened.

She smiled faintly. “I mean, if you’d just let me walk off into the night like I wanted, you wouldn’t be in this little predicament.”

“I’m not in a predicament,” he said tightly.

“Sure,” she said. “You’re stuck here being my lady in waiting, while your precious mission gets handed off to a guy who thinks password123 is a secure login. Sounds like paradise.”

His jaw flexed.

“You’re terribly smug for someone whose grand escape plan just landed in the toilet”

She said nothing.

“A cake knife,” he scoffed, “really?”

Her ears burned. The heat crawled up her neck and settled across her cheeks, not from shame, but rage at the way he looked so goddamn calm. Like he’d already filed her away as stupid. Reckless. Weak.

She inhaled sharply and waited a beat. Then, with a slow breath and a barely-there smile, she turned to him.

“Alright, then,” she said, brushing a clump of wet hair from her face, “if you’re going to be assigned to me like a glorified footman, we might as well set a few expectations.”

Jungkook’s brow ticked.

“I wake up at seven. I take my tea with honey—not sugar—and I expect it hot. Not warm. Not lukewarm. Hot. I like my breakfast light—fruit, but no melon, and porridge with salted butter. Cinnamon only. Don’t forget that, or I’ll send it back.”

She didn’t wait for a reaction—just kept going, voice calm and effortless.

“Don’t mumble, don’t drag your feet. Oh, and don’t hover. It’s annoying. And if you insist on shadowing me, I’d rather you don’t breathe so loudly.”

Jungkook’s jaw was clenching tighter by the second.

Y/N turned to face him fully now, eyes shining with cold amusement.

“You should really write this down. I’d hate for you to get in trouble with your boss.”

That one landed.

She saw it—just a flicker. His eye twitched. His jaw locked. She could almost hear the grind of his teeth

The moment the doors slid open, he yanked her out like she was a problem to be dealt with, not watched. Not guarded.

And then—without ceremony, without warning—he shoved her into her bedroom harshly. She stumbled in, spun around, eyes sharp and blazing.

“You’re a brainless brute,” she snapped, voice low but biting. “I can’t believe this shit.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, stepping just inside the threshold. “I’m not exactly thrilled about this shit either.”

“Really? You seemed perfectly content back there playing Namjoon’s lapdog.”

His glare was a storm.

He stepped closer. She didn’t back up.

“Let’s get a couple things straight,” he said, voice cold and clipped. “I’m not Taehyung. I’m not here to flirt, or get played, or let you traipse around this place like you’re on a luxury retreat.”

“I never—”

“You did,” he snapped. “You pushed. You tested. You smiled at the staff and mapped the exits and made a game out of it. That ends now.”

He took a breath through his nose, shoulders squared.

“You want to play Raven Princess? Fine. Play it from inside this room.”

Her stomach twisted—not in fear, but fury.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning,” he said, backing toward the door, “you’re not going anywhere.”

She stared at him, heart pounding.

“No walks. No sitting rooms. No meals in the sunroom with the staff pretending you’re just a guest. I’ll bring your food up. You want anything else, don’t bother asking.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re on lockdown.”

She stared at him, seething.

Y/N stepped into the doorway, rainwater still dripping from her clothes onto the floor.

“Fine,” she spat.

“Fine,” he snapped back.

“FINE!”

With a growl in her throat and fire in her chest, she grabbed the door and slammed it shut with enough force to shake the frame.

Princess in a tower, guard dog at the door. What a fucking fairytale.

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