Your Server for the day

You and Demo’s relationship was… complicated.

It always consisted of bouncing insults back and forth over the battlefield while trying to get your shot in. You already had to deal with insults from the other team but the friendly fire? New low. You are going to have some of the worst eyebrow wrinkles in the world if this carried on, two lines etched in between your brows.

Not only did this come from the battlefield but carried on into the base and consequently this after work party. You stood there in a decently nice outfit, basic shirt and jeans, the only ones you had that didn't have soot stains or bullet holes.

You held a drink in your hand, slowly nursing it just to get you a little tipsy. Just enough alcohol to give you that nice humming behind your eyes. Enough to make some bad decisions feel a little more reasonable.

Slowly sipping, the familiar sound of heavy boots started to come your way. Familiar, you didn't even need to turn to know exactly who it was.

“Careful with that drink, Ye already look unfortunate sober”

Your eyes roll and you pivot around. You look up leaning your hand against the table, a lazy smile curving slowly into your face.

“Oh? And you look much better?”

He smirked back, waving a bottle around in his hand and spilling some on the ground.

“Aye, that's the tragedy. I still look better then ye”

You furrow your brows, a practiced dance. You bump his arm with your fist and cross them in front of you.

“Ye tryin to start a fight?”

“Nah, I don’t wanna end up like the people who tried raising you. ”

Demo’s grin stayed for just a moment.

Then it disappeared.

He gripped the bottle in his hand harder as his expression changed slowly.

“...What did ye say?”

He steps forward slowly entering your personal space. A chill runs down your spine as you look up.

“I don’t think I heard ye properly… Say it again.”

You lean there, smile still on your face, your drunk confidence is still running through your body, but your brain is slowly starting to put it together. He purses his lips slightly and looks down.

“Right.”

He shakes his hands slightly and it finally clicks. Your body moved before your brain and you made a dash for the exit. Shit shit shit. You shouldn’t have taken it that far.

“Get back here.”

He runs quickly on your tail as everyone starts to realise what happened but did nothing. They all stood there, there was no stopping him once he had started.

You run around the back of the base, chest tightening and legs moving faster than they ever have before. You hear the door slam as he's hot on your heel.

“I told ya to get back here. You wanted a fight, ye got it!”

He throws his bottle and it smashes next to your head, spilling spirit all over you. You carry on running, faster and faster and run back around into the base. Everyone is still sipping their drinks unbothered by the chase. You run up the stairs to the rooms and quickly look for a place to hide. You hear the distant yelling booming from downstairs making your heart beat faster. You cant just stop him and apologise, you fucked up and you fucked up BAD.

You have a moment to breathe before you look down the stairs and see him looking side to side. He’s gripping his sword, his hands almost blue. Fuck.

“Come here and fight me!”

He turns his head and his eyes meet yours.

“Now I got ye.”

You look around and see a broom leaning against a wall and grab it quickly to block the blow he sends your way. He’s slashing and swinging his sword with full force with a blood curdling look on his face.

“Shit. I’m sorry! I am i promise”

You block and dodge his blows like your life depends on it. Your both side-stepping in the hallway blocking blows left and right. He’s on the full offence.

“Oh ye sorry now? Shouldn’t have said it!”

You sigh and keep blocking his blows and he's starting to physically tire out. He grits his teeth and furrows his brow more as he slams his sword down but catches it half way on the hallway wall.

“I promise I am! Just listen!”

You dodge and take a swing as his legs knock him down onto his back. You stand over him pinning the sword back, not giving him the space to swing as your chest heaves.

“I didn’t realise it would hurt that much okay? Now…”

You breathe and wipe sweat from your forehead.

“I didn’t mean it. Like you never mean your insults…”

He stopped. Slowly letting his breath back. Then his expression became unreadable. His whole body paused, still on the ground and trying to get his breath back. The cogs began turning in his head before his mouth opened.

“...Aye”

He gave you a glance up and down with the corner of his mouth slowly curving up

“Ye still fight like a coward though”

Thank fuck.

♡ Confused at first. He knows gender but humans still confuse him like hell

♡ Honestly is greatly impressed you wanna be a man. Thinks it's hella powerful and admires you in his own way.

♡ Offers shoddy top surgery and "promises you won't die"

♡ draws you awful art of you with massive muscles or "manly aspects"

♡ Your his right hand man and he will ALWAYS remind you, very degradingly

♡ Your getting constant MANLY nicknames. likes honestly atrocious ones.

♡ He's annoying you for games constantly. Your always playing together and he strops when he looses.

♡ Real talk He will treat you like his butler

♡ like your doing all the shit for him, probably typing for him too while he barks at you to go faster while hes talking

♡ He's gonna be feeling more hate feelings so hes already thought you a strong enough man to fight him.

You pick up your phone for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. You just need someone, anyone to text you and you don't know what to do. You just have a gut feeling that won't go away no matter how many games you play and how much music you listen to.

Being on Earth c did not help you much. You helped make this whole universe but now every simple little thing feels like your fault. Oh, no crocker is president, it's because of that one thing you did during Sburb.

It's stupid to think that. You know it is, your logic and your overthinking are colliding with each other in this mess of feelings and stupid thoughts. You feel like an idiot. You want to tell someone but you feel like you can't.

That was until you got a notification on your phone

TT: yo dude

TT: I got a game we should play together

TT: when you have a minute

TT: right?

Fuck. you can't talk to Dirk in this state. You can't talk to anyone in this state, especially Dirk. You're so scared of what he would say but you do it anyway.

YN: yeah yeah.

YN: I'll talk in a while

YN: just not feeling the best

You send him a quick pester hoping that that will shut down any thought of him messaging but then you hear your phone ding again.

TT: oh dude

TT: uh

TT: you wanna like talk about it?

You pause as you look at your phone. Do you really wanna tell DiStri all of your problems? Your self-hatred bubbles in your stomach but your will and need for someone overpower and pick up your phone for you.

YN: well just

YN: feeling like a shitty person

YN: or something like that

TT: aw dude

TT: I don't think you are

Yep definitely helps. Sure. he can just tell you that you aren't and everything will be fixed. You stare at your phone for a little bit in utter exhaustion and he pesters again.

TT: well I know that means like shit all coming from me

TT: I just think that it's subjective

TT: you're a great dude to me and I like your company and shit

You can feel the awkward tension and you could probably cut it with a fucking knife.

YN: Thanks

YN: I just

TT: hey you don't need to say anything

TT: I'm not exactly the best person either

TT: Do you want me to come over?

Yes. you need him to fucking hold you and take you away from all of your feelings and make you feel happy. you just want it all to end.

YN: yes

YN: Do you mind?

TT: nah dude

He then left the chat. You don't wanna cry to him for being all sorry for yourself. you know you shouldn't. He should be pissed with you for even feelings like this. You sit in your fucking sorrows soon moving downstairs and collapsing onto the floor in the hallway. You're so weak you can't even make it to the living room. All of your muscles are tense and you shaking and everything seems to be blurry and nothing is there.

Nothing is there until you feel a hand on your back.

“Dude come here"

You hear Dirks' voice and then a pair of arms wrap around you. You don't know what to do. You still hyperventilating and everything feels like it's closing in around you but those warm atoms are slowly starting to bring you back to reality.

“I'm here alright. Dude where the fuck did this come from?”

You don't know. You've never known. You've always had this gut feeling that your shit and no one should ever love you.

“Hey earth to Y/N”

You feel him flip you around and he holds your face in his hands. You finally snap out of it and stare at him through his shades.

“S-sorry”

You finally mutter to him, releasing how stupid you are.

“No no no you're good. Just, fuck.”

You can tell he doesn't know what to do either. It does make you feel a little bit more shit. You're bothering him as well as yourself. There's an awkward silence in the air as you both wait to say something.

“Th-thank you for coming over.”

You hide your face and the moment you look away Dirk holds your face and turns it back to him. He rubs your cheek with his thumb and sighs as he takes off his shades.

“It's no problem. I promise you”

You can't help but stare into his eyes as they look at you with genuine concern.

“You wanna have a distraction or like stay hella comfy on his floor”

He tilts his head like a confused puppy, you can't help but smile.

“I need sugar.”

You breathe out finally getting control over your body again and knowing that Dirk isn't gonna leave you like this. You know he wouldn't hurt you. He makes you feel good. You feel okay around him.

“Then let's go get some food. Up you get.”

He picks you up like a bag of sugar and plops you down onto your feet. He puts his shades back on his face and grabs your shoes by the door.

“Thank you”

A/N: THIS FIC IS ANCIENT. I posted it on Ao3 in like 2023. I still love dirk a lot. dont like how HS:BC is treating him tho ngl...

Izuku looked down at the messages. He just stared. Katsuki was drunk and drunk texting him.

“your so pretty izuku”

A pang went through his chest as he looked down at the message again. He always pulled this shit. He felt bad. He felt really bad. He was leading him on and he knew it. Katsuki was falling hard and he was in a situation he couldn't get out of. What could he say to him? Oh kacchan by the way I'm aromantic and dont experience that? no matter how hard you try i wont…fall in love with you?

It was weighing on him more day by day. Katsuki was only sweet when he was intoxicated. Every other time he was the same loud and abrasive asshole he has been since high school. He apologised, sure? He's tried his hardest to work on himself and fix himself but would that really change anything?

Izuku tried hard to fall for him. How would life look with him? They kissed? They've slept together? they kept sleeping together? It was all a mistake.

He didn't want to fall for anyone and didn't have the ability to. The way his brain was wired wasn't meant for this. He needed to stop. Katsuki needed to move on, there were plenty of people in line. He was confident and funny when he wanted to be. Why him? Was it just their shared past?

Izuku slammed his head down on his bed and let out a groan that came from the bottom of his diaphragm.

He wishes Katsuki was sober right now. He liked him having fun. If Izuku wanted to do anything Katsuki was right there watching, always behind him.

They spent their lives catching up with each other but Izuku soon realised they were running different races.

He could block him but he would just turn up at his house. He could run but what would that do?

His life didn't feel like his own anymore. No one has ever let him be in charge of his own life. Given a poor at 15 that destroyed his body and it got violently ripped away for him to only end up teaching other people to not make the same mistakes he did?

Katsuki even bought him a suit so they could fight side by side again but izuku has never felt so far away in his life.

Katsuki kept repeatedly doing romantic gestures and that warm fuzzy feeling everyone talks about never came. He's tried to stick it out so many times. Tried and thought “it will come eventually".

When your body lacks something it will never create, you can't fight it. Izuku learnt that from the ripe age of 4 and was relearning that at 24.

Katsuki wasn't his. He was never his. He can't claim him just because he wants him to be happy. This isn't romance.

He could stop over thinking this and enjoy the attention but that shame. That shame of knowing you're doing something people hate you for so much. He even got dirty looks from Mina last time knowing he's leading on Katsuki and entertaining these feelings that he can't reciprocate.

The blankets smelled like him. That soft scent of caramel and cologne. It disgusted him. He pulled his body, piece by piece stacking up until he was out of his bed and dragging each limb to the kitchen.

He wishes he could run. He wasn't to run far away and keep running in a direction but he knows. Katsuki will always catch up.

Izuku finally gave in again and crumpled to the floor. He wants romance. He wants the feeling everyone describes.

his phone pinged again

“I miss you”

the words on the screen made his head hurt. Izuku picked up his phone and typed.

“I miss you too”

He did this to himself.

You sat there. Alone. Rain dripped down from the roof and covered the floor leaving a puddle of water by your feet. You tried to shield yourself to a small success as you waited for your mother to come pick you up. She wasn't coming. She was at work and probably forgot about you. You walked home most days but your legs refused to move and your body ached and disobeyed so the shop's wall it was.

You put one earphone into your ear and clicked shuffle and hummed along to the music. The rain drowned you out so you weren't worried about anyone hearing, not that many people would have a problem but it's mostly embarrassing.

The rain patted down on the sidewalk in a cold metronome accompanying your singing as you waited for some sign from god that you'll get the motivation to move. A few people walked past but avoided your gaze and carried on with their day, you'd do the same thing. You don't blame them. You carried on humming and singing bringing your legs up to your chest for warmth and leaning your head down for support. It ached. Everything ached. Your head, your legs, your feet. All these parts of your body just here to make your life torture.

You’d told friends, family, no one cared at all. Why would they? It's not their problem and you didn't exactly have a knack for empathy. It was hard to come by most days. Rationed almost.

“Hey there Songbird.”

You lifted your head and silenced your singing and was greeted with a tall man. Probably about 6ft your best guess would be. His hair was pushed back in a headband and had done his makeup but most of it had dripped down his face. He had a unique look to him, tanned skin and blonde and pink hair, was he a gyaru? Some of the girls in school that picked on your in school are like that, is he about to do the same?

“You’re getting wet there”

You hummed in response and continued to look up at him waiting for a kick or an insult. But it never came.

“What you doing here?”

“Waiting. My mum was gonna come pick me up but… im not too sure now”

Then this man did the last thing that would come to your mind. He placed his satchel down on the floor and sat next to you. He was drenched head to toe in water, obviously in the rain for a while.

“I liked it. Carry on”

“Liked what?”

“You're singing. Keep going”

You listened and kept humming along to the song as you both sat there in the rain. He had a smirk that seemed permanently on his face, it didn't falter the entire time. You looked over to him and he just seemed to be enjoying it.

“I’m Shidou.”

“I'm Y/n?”

You don’t know why you questioned your own name, it sometimes doesn't feel like yours. You don't know why you lead with your first name.

“First name huh? I like the way you think, Songbird. Call me Ryusei”

You feel your cheeks begin to redden and the blood rush around your body. You can't remember the last time someone just enjoyed your presence. You smile slightly and look down at the floor as you avoid his gaze to not embarrass yourself.

“I like you. Fancy an adventure?”

You looked up and raised your eyebrow taking out your earphone. The fuck does he mean an adventure? He must be nuts. He stood up and grabbed your hand and pulled you up.

“Come on Y/n”

You put your phone in your pocket and followed him into the rainy street. He picked up his pace with a smile growing more with every step.

It was so contagious, you couldn't help but smile more as he splashed water onto you stomping in the puddles as he walked.

You stomped back drenching the back of his jeans.

“Oh? You wanna go?”

You stomp again with purpose and cover him in more rain water. The smirk grows wider on the both of you as you descend into a water fight in the rain, drenching each other in the process. The laughs filled the street as he got the upper hand drenching you too and getting water all over your clothes and jacket.

“Come get me Songbird!”

He ran off into an alley panting and laughing as you chased after him with a smile beaming on your face.

“That smile suits you. Much better. You aint getting rid of me now”

He winked down at you and giggled with you in the rain.

Soldier - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave

Spy - Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)

Sniper - Willard!

Scout - The Main Character

Demoman - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Pyro - Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”]

Heavy - When Somebody Needs You

Medic - Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)

Engineer - Half Decade Hangover

♡ He LOVES when you do his makeup and when you let him do his. Especially if your a gyaru or vkei

♡ Is way too honest when it comes to your outfits. He is supportive completely but that brutal honesty will hit u like a truck.

♡ Not the best when it comes to emotions but is your no.1 hype man. Will compliment you constantly.

♡ He won't show you off but you'll always be there in subtle ways. He wears a bracelet with your name on and your his lockscreen.

♡ He's poly and likes to chase whatever gets his cells going he may be distant at points.

♡ Will not talk to you on his "nothing" days. He likes his alone time watching Jurassic Park or reading manga. He will push you away.

♡ Loves if your striving towards something. If your passionate about your craft or work then will support you like hell.

♡ This one is controversial but I think hes part of the asexual community. He doesn't always strive for sex and much prefers the adrenaline that comes with it.

♡ He's gonna paint you. He'll draw you in his notebooks and show you paintings completely done in pink of you.

♡ If you dont give 100% back he might drift away. He would prefer that equal push and pull

A knock came from Bakugo's door while he was reading a book. He rolled his eyes, getting up with a groan and scratched his face. He dragged himself to the door and opened it a crack to be greeted with the last person he thought would be behind there.

“Monoma? The fuck you doin’ here?”

Monoma shuffled his feet and looked at the floor and avoided eye contact.

“I- uh”

He tried to speak but nothing was really coming out.

“Monoma what's wrong”

Bakugo was getting more and more irritated by the second. He could already feel his eye twitching but it was hard to tell whether it was from lack of sleep or annoyance.

“I came to… check on you. Can I come in? It's embarrassing just standing outside”

He had to admit that he was taken aback. Part of him wanted to tell him to fuck off and go back to the class 1-b dorms and get out of his face but…his face. He looked like a kicked puppy, like a box with the words “take me” were crudely scrawled out and he had nowhere to go.

“Fine…”

Bakugo stood aside and let Monoma enter his room. He did also take a quick look into the hallway to make sure that no one actually saw, he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it. Immediately when entering he turned around to the other blonde and looked him up and down with concerned eyes.

“What?”

Bakugo was short with his words as he raised an eyebrow and could already feel his eye starting to twitch with irritation.

“You’re fully healed then? From being in hospital?”

There was a softness to Monoma's voice that wasn't there before and Bakugo was just starting to pick up on it. It sounded like actual concern.

“Oh uh yeah- got some extra help form recovery girl once they discharged me”

“Thats good”

Monoma's eyes kept drifting down to Bakugo's chest. It was completely unconscious and it wasn't really his chest he was looking at. It was his heart. The faint scar that shigaraki had left was poking out of the top of Bakugo's shirt and it sent pain to his own.

“Monoma what the hell are you loo-”

Bakugo tried to stop him and this weird intrusion this boy was having but Monoma quickly cut him off.

“Your heart…can i…”

His hand was already up, almost reaching for it already but he realised what he was doing and tried to retract every single action that had led him to this point.

“That's weird. Right sorry i can go-”

Bakugo sighed. He gets it. It wasn't really a sigh of annoyance and more pity than anything.

“Come here”

Bakugo grabbed his arm and pulled his hand to his chest. Monoma immediately softened as he felt the faint beat of his heart. It was like all the stress and anxiety was gone. It softened bakugo, and his heart a little.

“Better?”

Monoma looked up and saw the expression on the other man's face. Both of them were so close. It was like they were the only two people in the world, just for a second.

“Y-yes… I’m sorry. I keep having nightmares about you dying and feeling your heart beat…it- it helps”

Bakugo let out a small “hmph” and smirked slightly.

“No, I understand. I-”

Monoma looked like a deer in headlights as he heard him talk. He was waiting for him to yell or scream and tell him to get out but he didnt…he said something completely different. The last thing he thought he would say.

“Do you wanna stay here tonight? I won't tell anyone and it might help…”

His eyes widened and all words faltered in his throat.

“A-are you sure?”

Bakugo nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

“Look im not goona pretend this isnt a weird situation but…i think it would help me too”

Monoma finally put his hand down and was already missing the sensation. Bakugo walked over to his bed and put his phone on charge and shuffled to pat the place next to him.

“Come sit”

Monoma nodded and sat rigidly next to him as Bakugo laid back with his hands behind his head.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Dying”

Bakugo sighed. This is the first time someone has actually asked about it. Everyone had asked him how he felt but not how it felt.

“Strange…real strange”

Momoma began to relax and laid down next to Bakugo as they talked, Bakugo looking at the ceiling and Monoma absorbed in his eyes.

“I hate rain. I didn't even realise I stopped moving but… it didn't hurt.”

The image of Bakugo's dead body laid there being drenched in a blanket of rain and blood filled his mind all over again.

“I did have that weird 7 minutes thing though… i had loads of memories flooding into my mind”

Monoma was hanging onto every word that came out of his mouth. The first time he had actually shut his mouth and listened.

“Mostly of izuku… a few of all might”

Momoma hummed in agreement and looked down at the bed.

“Are you in love with him?”

Bakugo stopped. His breathing stopped. It felt like his heart stopped all over again.

“I-i wouldn't call it love. I don't think we could ever make it love i-”

How do you respond to that? How would you ever even start formulating a response? Luckily he didn't have to and bakugo kept talking.

“I didn't realise how much he occupied my mind. I feel like I'm chasing after him constantly and he's just out of my reach and now… now he's miles away. There's nothing I can do about it”

His words started to wobble towards the end of the sentence. He was crying. Bakugo Katsuki was crying in front of Monoma and being vulnerable.

“Dying does change you… i died trying and trying for Izuku”

Monoma put a hand on his arm. Hesitantly but once he saw that bakugo didn't pull away he softly rubbed it.

“Thats not healthy…”

“I know… i know that…which is why even if i was in love with him…i cant be…”

Bakugo turned his head away from Monoma trying to hide his tears as they streamed down his face.

“I might not know how you feel but I understand. It's hard…”

Monoma had an urge to be the one to wipe his tears and tell him he's okay but there was something holding him back.

“Sorry…i know its stupid”

“Its not stupid”

Bakugo looked at him finally and smiled again slightly.

“Y’know it's nice… you're not pretending to be strong or be okay…or just brushing me off…”

They smiled at each other. Just a small moment of two souls finally connecting. Two birds of a feather.

“I feel guilty about you dying but probably not in the same way that Midoriya might. I had to watch every single moment and there was nothing I could do about it. At all… if i stopped watching more people would die”

Monoma finally took the lead and brought his hand up to his face and wiped a tear away.

“Ive worried and worried about you…i needed to know you were okay and every night i think your dead again and i just have to watch.”

This was the first time in ages bakugo felt cared for. Fully cared for. He didn't owe Monoma anything. He didn't need or want anything from him. He hasn't done anything and yet this boy sat there, his eyes full of affection caring about his wellbeing just for his sake.

“I didn't realise you'd care that much”

Bakugo's head leant into the touch slightly. He hates people touching him…and he hates talking about his emotions but here…it felt okay.

“I didn't realise I would either…”

Monoma shuffled a little closer and bakugo laid back. He didn't move and let him come closer and he even went to lay on his arm. Bakugo huffed and pulled the man on top of him and let him lay on his chest.

“I thought you'd sleep better like this.”

Hearing his heartbeat was completely different to feeling it. It felt so close, so personal. He could already feel himself get sleepy and soon drifted off on Bakugo's chest.

“Goodnight asshole”

Bakugo finally pulled his blanket over both of them and fell asleep with Monoma cradled in his arms.

A/N: i love me angst. I love writing it and reading it I love making people cry. raaaah

You've been working at the Dynamight agency for a while now. You've only really been doing the odd job here and there but honestly, at this point, Dynamight has just been making you do all of his paperwork. He said “It's a waste of his time when he could be fighting villains” and you know that means in his language, “I can't be fucked”. You didn't really care though, it's some good experience and you want to be able to manage an agency one day so at least you have a little practice. Currently, you're working through another settlement because Dynamight swore on TV and smashed up one of the TV network's cameras… again and the hero commission wasn't happy about it. You don't understand why he can't just keep his mouth shut. He’s a great hero and he's actually pretty popular as well. He sure is attractive enough to be in the top 10 heroes. You will never admit that you find your boss attractive and always try to put that thought aside when you're in his office getting his work done. For one you don't know whether he likes men and two, he's your boss. It's just inappropriate.

You're currently walking through the halls of his agency late at night to get some work done, normally you come here at night because you hate people and it's so much more quiet. His sidekicks have mostly gone home and the only people are a few heroes coming in and out just to see Dynamight quick. Tonight was different.

You’re walking through the halls thinking there's no one around until you start hearing a noise. At first, you think it's someone crying… it sure sounds like someone crying. Who would be crying in the agency though? Did he actually yell at someone so much that they were hysterically crying? That's only ever happened once. Wait… You start listening in again… That's not crying. That's someone moaning. It's the most pathetic moaning you've ever heard and it's basically whimpering. To be honest, you've only ever heard this level from porn. You're already starting to feel a heat pool in your stomach. Your brain already is filled with dirty thoughts about who it could be and you know you shouldn't get curious. You know, curiosity killed the cat but.. You need to know. You need to at least get a glimpse of who it is. You feel like you recognise the voice as well. You don't know where from, but you've definitely heard it before. You carry on walking through the halls, trying to figure out which room it's coming from. With every step, you feel blood rushing to your dick and it's driving you fucking wild. Your heart is beating so hard you can hear it in your ears, the last time you felt this way… you were losing your virginity. You carry on down the hall and the noises are getting louder and louder.

Then it hits you. You realise where the noise is coming from.

It's coming from his office. It's coming from fucking Dynamight office. Now, two things pop into your head… who in their right mind would decide to fuck in Dynamights office or… who the hell is Dynamight fucking…

You take another step forward and you're standing right next to the door. Luckily the door has a window so you can see into it… not that you want to see your boss fucking someone…Okay maybe you do wanna see, but you won't tell a soul. Then you hear the same voice that was whimpering again.

“Fuck- I'll-I’ll be a good boy Katsuki I promise~”

That's Phantom Thief. That is the last fucking person you would imagine to be in that room. And that's also confirmed that it *is* Dynamight in that room too. You don't believe it and you have to look through the window. You lean over and side-eye it so they don't see you and your eyes widen at the sight.

Dynamight has Phantom Thief bent over the desk, they're both wearing parts of their hero costumes and clothes are absolutely everywhere. You look up and see the absolute sadistic face on Dynamight as he grips onto the other man's hips and relentlessly thrusts into him. He's going hard. Like hard hard. Phantom Thief's back is arching into him and his face is pressed into the desk. His hair is an absolute mess and you think so is his brain.

“Yea? You're such a fucking good boy huh?”

Blood is rushing faster and faster to your dick and definitely away from your brain. Holy fuck that's hot, that's really hot. Your blood is pumping in unison with every single thrust Dynamight is ploughing into Phantom Thieves ass. His hands are gripping him to the point you can see bruises have started to form and he already has so many scratches down his back.

“K-Katsuki i-im gonna cum”

God, he sounds so pathetic. He sounds so pathetic you kind of wish you were Dynamite right now… or you wanna be absolutely railed by him too. You watch him pull out and grab at Phantom's hips and flip him around until he's facing up. Now his dick is in full view. His tip is throbbing red and precum is leaking out of the tip relentlessly. He won't stop whimpering while his body is just used for Dynamite's own pleasure.

“You wanna cum Neito? You wanna cum, babe?”

Phantom nods desperately as he hides his face from Dynamight and you can see his lips wobble in desperation. You bet he's crying right now as well. Dynamight grabs his thighs and shoves his dick aggressively into him. That looks like it fucking hurts. Phantom doesn't seem to care and his back arches again as his eyes roll into the back of his head, his hips grinding desperately against Dynamight's cock. His hands are gripping the side of the desk, his knuckles turning white from just the pure force. Dynamight’s hips slowly start moving and thrusting in and out of him. He’s definitely taking this fucking time with him, he’s enjoying every inch he’s fucking into him. He pulls his leg up and spreads him more open and now you're in full view of everything. You can see him slowly fuck in and out of his pathetic hole and you're getting needier by the minute. Your eyes are fixed on every fucking inch. It’s making your mind go places you’ve never even let it go before, imaging his dick in you and also bending over Phantom Thief. You never thought you were attracted but you have to admit he is much better at taking dick than he is at being a hero. The perverted side of your brain wants to unzip your pants and wrap your hand around your dick. It's straining against the material and a wet patch is already starting to appear from the sheer amount of precum that's dripping out of you. You need it. You need it so bad, this is so much better than any porn you've ever watched.

Your eyes are fixated on Dynamights dick as it pumps into Phantom going faster and faster and you can tell both of them are close. Dynamights eyes are rolling into the back of his head and he's letting out noises you didn't even think he could make. Pants and whimpers are flooding out as he can't help but drive his hips into the smaller man over and over again. Your head is starting to feel fuzzy, probably from the lack of blood. You feel like you could cum in your pants at any moment. You definitely want to but then you'd have a problem on your hands you'd heavily regret later.

You can see Dynamight lean down and go to bite at the other man's chest. He sounds so hot as he gets more possessive.

“I’m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine, Neito”

He leans down to start leaving hickeys all down his chest and as he looks to the side he catches a glimpse of something at the corner of his eye. He looks full to the side and you're in full view in the doorway. He can see through the mirror and sees your red face and realises you’ve probably been watching some fuck for some time. His eyes widen as you both make eye contact and your heart jumps out of your chest. You feel like you've been caught by a predator and you're about to be eaten alive. The fight or flight instinct in your brain is going mad but today it's decided freeze and you just stay in place making yourself look even worse. No no no… he can't have seen you. He can't. You'd lose your job and he'd go absolutely ballistic. He'd blast you half way across town.

“K-katsuki what is it? “

Dynamight looks down at Phantom and he has an ear to ear grin.

“There's a little perv outside the door… you think you should invite the boy in?”

What. No. No he can't. He won't. Phantom turns and sees you with a smile on his face too. You fully expected this to be the last thing you ever see. Why is he smiling like that? There's a sadistic smile that you’ve never seen before. You are incredibly lucky he is currently thinking with his dick and not thinking with his brain.

“Oh of course, if he wants to watch he might as well be in here~”

You’ve never seen Phantom act like this either, they’re both popular heroes and they’re deciding to invite one of the other assistants to come in and do who knows what.

Dynamight walks up to the door and opens it, grabs you by the shirt and drags you inside. He crashes your body against the door and looks down at you with a sick grin. So many thoughts are running through your head. It mostly consists of ‘fuck I'm going to die’ and ‘Oh my god this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me’.

“Who knew you of all people would be the one watching us”

You feel like you're about to die. You are about to die. You’re going to die with a raging boner and cum stains on your pants. Your face is going red hot as you desperately try not to look down and see his cock, harder and bigger than anything you've ever seen in real life. Get your priorities straight Y/n! As much as you are attracted to him he is still a pro hero and your boss.

He grabs you by the chin and makes you look up into his eyes as he looks down your body and sees the growing tent in your pants.

“And your hard too”

He says it with such a smile on his face and you're trying desperately to get some sort of cohesive sentence but nothing is coming out. You finally stammer out a full sentence after a minute of trying.

“I-i can leave… for-forget I was ever here”

Dynamight frowns. He cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes.

“You're not leaving now. You've gotta make up for it and then I'll fucking think about it.”

Phantom is staying sat on the desk and he's looking at you with a horny as fuck look. Are they… no. They can't be doing this. You can't accept this either…will he fire you if you don’t? But, how could you ever pass this up? You’ve definitely fantasised about something like this before.

“You know… he's kinda cute.”

Dynamight rests his hands on your hips and he leans in inches from your face. His hands could wrap around you and throw you about. I feel tiny compared to this man.

“Yeah… you are pretty cute… especially all hard and horny like this”

The wet patch is getting worse and worse by the second and your pants feel unbelievably tight. Phantom walks over, stands next to Dynamight and leans on his shoulder. He can’t actually be saying any of this. Phantoms eyes

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

Dynamight's smile spreads wider again and he looks you up and down hungrily. Phantom is smiling and he looks so innocent but you know what's probably going through his head. You can't help but look at both of them in pure desperation. You don't know what you're desperate for but you feel like these two are going to absolutely give it to you. Well, you’re at least hoping.

“Neito… we couldn't ever let an opportunity like this go…”

His hands slowly trace your hips and around to the belt on your pants. Every hair on your body is standing on end and your nerves are going fucking insane.

“Y/N…I think you might need a hand there”

He slowly starts undoing your belt. He's being slow in purpose and you know it. He’s looking straight down at you, biting his lip. You let out an involuntary whimper and you squeeze your eyes shut. Maybe if you close your eyes you can wake up from this obvious as fuck dream. You feel one of them walk closer to your side and turn your face towards them. This snaps you out of thinking this is a dream unless it’s a very very lucid dream. You are definitely not dreaming. His hand holds the side of your face and you realise it's Phantom.

“We're going to take such good care of you”

He leans into you and his face is inches away from yours as Dynamight starts making work on your buttons and your zip on your pants.

Phantom's lips finally meet yours and it's surprisingly gentle. He's holding your face up and kissing you so delicately. You feel his lips moving slowly against yours and moaning at the taste, you can't help but kiss back with the same energy in his touch.

Dynamight stands on the other side of you feeling you up through your boxers and breathing heavily against your neck.

“How does it feel having two heroes all over you”

Amazing. Fucking amazing. It feels like you've died and gone to heaven. You're half convinced that Dynamight did kill you and you're actually up in the clouds right now.

He pulls the front of your boxers down and finally lets your cock spring free. The veins are bulging and the tip is red and desperately weeping precum. He slowly rubs his thumb over the slit of your tip which makes your eyes roll back into your head. His hand is wrapped round your dick and he's just barely stroking you, but it still makes you go absolutely mental. He is barely even fucking touching you and your already about to cum. It doesn't help that his hand makes it feel pathetically small. He's so fucking big in every aspect, just the thought could make you cum on the spot. Phantom runs his tongue against your bottom lip and shoves it as far as it would go into your mouth and starts tasting you all. You moan at the intrusion and feel your legs go weak.

“He’s so responsive Katsuki~”

Phantom finally pulls away from your lips and looks into your eyes. Their such a brilliant blue that you could stare into them for hours. They literally sparkle in the light of the room.

“You call me Neito since you've been so good so far. I think I've gotten to know you pretty well too”

I mean it would make sense. It would be awkward to call someone by their hero name is im making out with them. Or would that make it hotter? You’ve always moaned Dynamight in your head but you think calling him Katsuki would actually be so much better. Neito looks down at my cock being jerked by Dynamight and you can see the enjoyment in his eyes. It’s honestly addicting seeing the way his eyes and face react to every slow painful stroke. You really weren’t expecting to be getting any tonight let alone a hand job from my boss.

Dynamight leans next to your ear and continuously strokes his hand along your dick.

“Yeah hearing you moan my name would be hot huh? So much better than my hero name…”

Katsuki bites his lip from the sight he's got in front of him. From his perspective he's got his fuck buddy and his employee both pinned down and begging for attention. He's starting to see needy for you as well and starts kissing at your neck as Neito makes you look into his eyes. He looks so soft compared to how rough Katsuki is.

“I wonder how good he is at swallowing dick. Do you think you're a good peasant?”

Oh he's not the soft one. He grabs your face and runs his thumb across your lip and pulls your mouth open to inspect it. He looks into it with a half lidded expression of pure lust and bites his lip. He's definitely thinking something but at the moment you can't even articulate what it could be. You try to nod your head at him as he forces your mouth to open wide.

Katsuki's hand is still pumping your cock and making you get closer and closer to climax but you really don't want this to end yet. You can feel it twitching in your hand and in the corner of your eye you can see his smile. He looks obsessed, almost manic and you need to see more of this side of him. It makes you wanna roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“I think he'd be fucking hot too.”

You know they’re only doing this to turn you on more but it sure is fucking working. Your head is spinning from all of the compliments these two are giving you. Katsuki takes his hand off you and steps back.

“On your knees for us pretty boy”

They don't need to ask you twice. You drop to your knees and look up to both of them and sit there patiently.

“It's so sad he couldn't fit us both”

Neito starts to pout as his hand wraps around his own crying dick and he takes a fistful of your hair to make you look up at him.

“Open up for me peasant”

You immediately open your mouth and the tip of his cock touches your lips. The salty taste is already filling your mouth as you take just the tip in your mouth. You can Neito instantly moan the moment your warm mouth wraps around him. It makes you want to take more of him into it and you open your mouth wider to accommodate more of him. The moment you do Neito pushes your head and forces you to take all of him. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag. Your throat constricts and tightens around him. You know he's starting to lose all sense of dominance he had as he whimpers out when you start bobbing your head down on his dick.

“H-hah oh fuck”

He swears as he grips your hair tighter and forces you down on his cock over and over again.

At the corner of your eye again you can see Katsuki pull up a chair by you two and start slowly jerking himself off as he watches. He's being deliberately slow with himself just like he was in Neito's ass earlier. He's clearly enjoying the show that you're putting on for him.

Neito starts whimpering and letting out breath moans and you swallow his cock to the best of your ability. Tears are welling up in the corners of your eyes with how far he is stuffing it down your throat. The dominance is completely gone and he's become a whimpering pathetic mess like he was earlier. All that makes you want to do is go faster and faster and it starts getting sloppier and whoreish. You swirl your tongue around his tip and lick a stripe from the underside of his cock, base to tip. It makes him go absolutely feral and you can tell he's close.

“Neito you better not cum yet. I'm enjoying this too much”

Katsuki is still jerking himself and he's enjoying how submissive Neito is even when he's trying to be dominant.

“B-But their so much better than I thought they would be~”

“Your letting him do all the work you bottom”

You want to laugh at Katsuki's comment but you keep listening and swallowing down as much as you can.

You see Katsuki get up and push Neito aside with a smile. He's so much more drunk with lust then he was earlier and he's so much more desperate to shove his dick into something.

“Neito let me show you how to really make someone feel good”

Neito lets out a whine when something isn't taking his cock and he falls down to the ground with how shaky his legs were. Katsuki leans down and pulls his hands under your arms and lifts you to stand up before grabbing the back of your thighs and picking you up.

“I bet you've thought about your boss stuffing you with his cock before haven't you?”

Yes. Yes. You've gone home and jerked off to his fights all the time. You get so jealous of the people he pins down in fights.

“Y-yeah”

You let out a breath moan as you agree with him and that obviously satisfies him. He lifts you up and plants you on his desk on your back, in the same position you saw Neito in earlier. Neito is still sitting on the floor painfully jealous and is already whimpering and whining. Pathetic.

You can't help but get harder and harder as these men throw you around like you're a flesh light. Isn't that all you are to them? You realise how exposed you are as you look down at your own body and slowly raise your eyes to see Katsuki's tongue flick out of his mouth and contort into a starving expression slowly transforming into a smirk.

“You ready to take some real dick?”

You look up at him with a needy and lustful expression that makes his head spin. You try to give him some sort of response but all that comes out is a jumble of vowels and a lazy nod of your head.

“I'm gonna fuck you so fucking good”

Neito whines from the floor as he slowly starts stroking himself in pure desperation to cum. Pre is already dripping and the veins bulging from him. Not just him but also his dick are both just begging and begging to be touched,

“But-but I'm good too! I'm good , I swear!”

He's crying out and pure lust is swirling around in his brain. Tears are beading up in the corners of his eyes and drool slowly starts to form on his lips as his body starts to give into its feral and most primal desires.

“Sure…Sure neito. But I'm so much bigger and I'll show you how a real man dominates someone”

He growls as he looks at you and he's starting to get that sadistic smile again. Oh no. He slowly starts teasing your hole with his dick and rubbing it up and down him. You whimper out in desperation as he continues to tease you and cause every nerve in your body to go haywire. You grind into his cock and your body is aching and begging for it more and more with every second. Just the tip is absolute torture, its hot almost burning. It's more satisfying to Katsuki though, there’s two men begging to be touched by his cock and he'd like to keep it this way.

“Relax babe…”

He runs a hand over your stomach as he slowly thrusts into your ass. The sudden length causes your head to spin and you can feel yourself wrapping and squeezing around him. Holy fuck he's so big, he's probably the biggest dick you've ever seen let alone been in you. You look down and can see the bulge of him pushing through and filling you up completely.

Katsuki pushes it down forcing his cock to go deeper and against your prostate.

“H-holy fuck your tight~”

He starts thrusting into you, slowly. He was trying to get used to the way you felt wrapped around him milking him for all he's worth. But apparently he was already bored and dug his hands into your hips suddenly switching to a bruising and aggressive pace.

Neito's eyes are glued onto both of you and he would want more than anything to have you both. He looked like a kicked puppy, it's almost like his eyes have the anime sparkle to them as he gives the best puppydog eyes his feral brain can muster.

“P-please Katsuki~”

He laughs in response to Neito's pathetic moans as he fucks his hand while Katsuki has you wrapped around him. Katuski would have it either way but he decides that enough is enough and he does feel a little bad. He pauses in his thrusts and holds you face to make you look at him as he cocks his eyebrow.

“You think we should let him come join us?”

His tone is mocking as he cocks his head to the side and uses it to gesture to the mess you couldn't even call a man on the floor. You try to respond with a nod but your mind is so filled with lust you can't even concentrate so it comes out as more of a wobble but Katsuki gets the message.

“Alright, then come here Neito baby.”

Neito scrambles to his feet as he stands before the desk, noted like a deer on ice as his legs struggle to keep himself up.

Katsuki pats your thighs and beckons for Neito to come over.

“Come sit on his lap.”

Neito's eyes sparkle again but this time with hope as he climbs onto the desk and straddles your waist. You finally realize what's happening. Holy fuck. Your gonna have a fucking hero riding your cock while getting some from your boss.

Neito slowly sits down and his ass takes all of your cock right away. Both of your eyes roll back and you arch your back into both of them. The sensation is all too much already. He's tight. Tight as all hell but he takes you so good. Like a fucking professional.

“H-holy fuck~”

You've barely said anything this entire time and let these two boss you around and all you can do is keep moaning, and they haven't even started to move yet. Katsuki slowly starts pumping into you again and Neito lifts himself up and slams down on your cock causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“You fucking like that Neito?”

Neito pants as he starts riding your cock with expert rhythm. Every single time he slams down on your dick feels fucking amazing and he keeps moaning over and over again. It feels like heaven over and over again and it just keeps getting better.

“He feels so fucking good~ Maybe even as good as you”

That causes Katsuki to start thrusting into you harder and has him gripping at your waist to drive into you harder and further. His hands are starting to hurt you as they grip your waist harder and harder, you already know it's going to leave some nasty bruises on you.

“Oh yeah? Y/n seems to be enjoying my cock more i think.”

You're trying to get into the conversation but you've become so brain dead there not even a thought is coming to your mind. You want to move and thrust your dick harder I to Neito but Katsukis fucking you so good you can't move. These two men are just using and taking advantage of your body and you're such a slut that you're just letting them.

Both of them start to choke on their own moans as they both relentlessly fuck you. Your cock is throbbing over and over and it feels like it has its own fucking heartbeat. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to cuming. Your starting to teater on that edge of pure fucking esctacy.

“I-im gonna… ‘m gonna cum”

Your words aren't even making sense as you get closer and closer and you're inching your way. It's less words and just a warning to the both of them that you really do not last that long but how could you in this situation? Katsuki’s fucking you harder and harder, hitting all the right places. That one fucking spot that sends that warm feeling to your head and sends you eyes rolling back all over again.It's like he's known your body for years and he knows every spot to make you feel good. He's already mapped out everything for his pleasure and especially yours. Neito is grabbing at your pecs and squeezing him as he rides you faster and faster, desperate for more stimulation. He looks like a mad man, absolutely obsessed with you. The drool starts to flow out of his mouth and down his chin as he gets drunk on the feeling of you.

“Oh fuck- Y/N please cum in me!”

Neito cries as he bounced up and down over and over. He pinches on one of your nipples as he rides and bites on his finger as he watches your face distort into pleasure again.

“Good boy, that's it cum around me Y/N”

Katsuki tries to get back in the conversation and reiterates his point by slamming into you harder.

With both of them praising you, you arch your back and your brain is seeing white. You've died. You've died and gone to heaven. That's the only explanation for this feeling that's washing over your body.

Who knew that your dick could also be voice activated? Nevertheless, this is the best fucking orgasm you've had in years. Your whole body shakes and you've lost complete control. Your dick starts filling Neito's ass with hot sticky cum and this just spurs him on. The heat fills his body as he rides more and more before finally reaching his climax.

You tighten around Katsuki and he lets out a whimper as he drives into you more and more.

“Ah-h Katsuki I'm coming~”

“F-fuck s-same”

Katsuki finally joins both of you and fills you up with his cum as well. He thrusts into you until you're completely full, riding out his orgasm.

You all stand and lay there on the desk, you're all completely covered in each other's cum and Katsuki and Neito's costumes are covered. You all lay there for a moment to all just recover for a moment. You feel fucking amazing and you can't actually believe that you did that, you fucked two pro heroes and one of them is your boss and your in his office on his desk.

Neito finally peels himself off of you and pulls out some wet wipes and starts wiping himself down. He picks up his clothes and he starts getting dressed as Katsuki pulls out of you and helps you sit up at his desk.

“I never knew you were such a little pervert Y/N”

If your face could be any more red then it is, it would be going red again but sadly you are still comparable to a tomato in this current moment. Katsuki starts nuzzling into your neck and feeling up your waist. He is clingy after he cums isn't he? He starts kissing up your neck and whispering how good you were and how good you felt around him.

You feel proud you did that good of a job and feel the hairs of your body stand on end.

Neito is already dressed at this point and he walks over to Katsuki who is still half dressed and covered in cum.

“That was so good today~ see you next week?”

Katsuki grabs his hips and kisses him on the lips and Neito wraps his arms out his neck.

“Of course, if never miss a sesh with you”

Katsuki gives him another kiss before Neito comes over to see you as well.

“And for you little peasant… I hope to see you again”

He cups your face and brings you into a gentle kiss before pulling away and waving at you both and leaving.

“And you… we're gonna work out a little agreement for us… I hope to play with you again”

Katsuki pulls you into a kiss and runs his fingers through your hair.

You think this might be the best job you've ever had.

A/N: OUGHH this one is a doozy. my most popular fic ever stuck in an account i dont use anymore. i love this pairing and im surprised its a rare pair. ah well. hope u had fun

You sat there leaned against a desk with a laptop in front of you. Maybe if you look at the keys or rip out enough of your own hair you might spur the cells in your brain to start working. You were working on your most recent book and nothing was coming to mind. Perhaps banging your head against it would force things into your head.

You took a seat back in your seat and let out a sigh. What was the point in this? No one reads it anyways. No one enjoys it. You sigh against it just for effect and pull your ragdoll body out and thrust it violently into the kitchen, at least it feels like that. The coffee machine was already on and the milk out and with the right amount of sugars in the cup. He did this.

You smile to yourself as you wait that moment for the coffee pot to finish and pour it slowly into the worn and chipped mug. Just holding that cup in your hands, holding it up to your chest and feeling its warmth like a hug for your soul.

“mmm…Hey”

You hear that voice that always makes everything go away and relaxes what the coffee didn't hit.

“Evenin’ Katuski”

He walks over to you wrapping his arms around you and swaying with you back and forth, careful not to spill any of the cup's contents. He leans his chin on your shoulder and plants a few kisses to the nap of your neck, exactly the parts that make you giggle.

“Whats wrong honey”

He always gets straight to the point.

“Writing is hard”

He lets out a scoff and plants a few more soft kisses to your neck as he holds you tighter in his arms.

“Mhm yeah. What's it this time”

He does seem to be brushing it off slightly but you also move quickly past that as you put your coffee cup down.

“I just-”

Your words catch in your throat like they're scared of being put out into the open. This type of emotional transparency makes you feel like a deer on ice and that ice is near to cracking.

“Feel like a shit writer. No one reads anything i write”

And it goes the deer into the ice cold water below, freezing and accepting its fate. The room falls to a stale mate, who would talk. Finally katsuki takes the first move and his face softens at yours.

“Where did this come from?”

You sigh. You don't know. Where does insecurity come from? Well normally childhood but that isn't the conversation that we were having.

“I don't know. My brain”

Katuski laughs and pulls you closer to him. He rests his head on yours.

“Dont write for other. Write for yourself and the right people will find it.”

You pause.

You nuzzle back into him and smile into his neck.

“Okay now tell me where the hell you read that”

A/N: a little oneshot i wrote for myself when I had writers block that fixed it XD