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Fri, 03 Nov 2023 21:16:24 GMT

(#endhawks | #enho | agents AU | no quirks) Enji Todoroki knew what he was getting into when he took on this mission.

Retrieval of a lost agent meant almost certain death at this point in the operation, but his code name wasn’t ‘Endeavor’ for nothing.

The club isn’t what he expected; even though their undercover agent, ‘Hawks,’ had given them the layout in one of his earlier correspondence, being there in person was different.

It wasn’t large by any means, and it was well lit. His eyes didn’t have much to adjust to before he he saw them. The cages.

Enji had never seen cages such as these, though he guessed one could call them tubes. They reminded him of aquarium exhibits that were separate from the main tanks. There were two, and the liquid that filled them seemed to glow an eerie magenta.

There were two bodies swimming within them, and he recognizes Hawks almost immediately.

His wings were smaller than Enji remembered, and there’s new scars on his exposed torso. But somehow, his facial expression conveyed nothing but casual sensuality. Enji knew he was supposed to request a private dance, but suddenly something akin to nervousness flooded his bloodstream.

Hawks’ eyes looked blank, like he’d been drugged, and his outfit, if you could call it that, revealed far more skin than Enji had ever seen of the other agent.

But he was here for a mission. Nerves and anything else be damned.

He walked toward the small bar and knocked on the shiny wood. The bartender, who’d they’d labeled ‘Warp Gate’ strolled over to him, wiping his hands on a towel.

“Welcome to the League! What can I get you?” His deep, almost robotic voice snapped Enji out of any trepidation he might have had. He had a job to do. Someone to save.

“I’m looking for a private dance,” Enji said confidently, flashing a wad of cash from inside his jacket. “The one with the wings.”

Warp Gate took the money easily, counting the bills before nodding slightly. “Go to the left, down the hall, to the door at the very end. He’ll be waiting for you there.”

Before Enji could walk away though, Warp Gate handed him a glass with amber liquor inside of it.

“On the house.” Enji figured that if he could clearly see Warp Gate’s face, he’d be winking. Enji nodded his head in response and started walking the direction that Warp Gate told him.

He contemplated the drink in front of him and the likelihood that there was something in it. One of the reasons Hawks had been sent underground was due to the rumors of drugging, amongst other things.

By the time Enji got to the door he was directed to, he hadn’t taken a sip from his glass and there was a bead of sweat threatening to fall down the side of his face.

He slowly opened the door and there, on a small platform, was a somehow dry Hawks. Enji retained his composure to close the door behind them and approach the loveseat in front of the platform.

There was a small table in front of him and he placed the drink down. It was now Hawks’ move.

In the blink of an eye, he took the glass from the table and downed it in one swig. Enji opened his mouth to protest but Hawks held up a finger to his glossy lips. Hawks set the glass down and slowly stalked his way to Enji.

Once he was in front of him, he leaned down at a ninety degree angle so that they were face to face.

“What brings such a handsome man to see lil ole me?” Hawks drawled, sharp eyes roving all over Enji. He must find what he was looking for in Enji because he stood back up abruptly and then his feathers were being shed into a pile.

Hawks then straddled Enti’s lap and leaned down so that his lips were right by Enji’s ear.

“Like what you see, Big Guy?”

Thu, 12 Oct 2023 22:24:51 GMT

it's wednesday somewhere... #krbk #wipwednesday #alulawriting ~~~~~~~~~~~(bakupussy, omegaverse, omega!baku)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All Katsuki could see was a wide back with strong shoulder blades flexing. He assumed that Shindo left when that mass of muscle turned and revealed a smiling Kirishima, all threat and hardness from before gone. Katsuki ignored how his pussy fluttered.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Kirishima jokes, offering Katsuki a wide sharp toothed grin.

Katsuki’s tongue felt dry in his mouth and he opened and closed it several times before another presence came up behind him.

“Since when do teachers go out clubbing?” Camie teased, and Katsuki could feel her eyes like curious lasers on the side of his face. He ignored her.

Kirishima laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was actually dragged here by a friend. Who, naturally, ditched me the minute their favorite song started playing.” It might have been a trick of the light, but Kirishima seemed to be blushing. “I’m not much of a dancer.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Katsuki found himself saying, grabbing Kirishima’s arm and dragging him toward the semi-crowded dance floor.

Mon, 25 Sep 2023 22:48:27 GMT

tags: krbk, omegaverse, unrequited d8kubaku \\\Bakugō Katsuki loves spicy food.

The burn on his tongue, how his whole being comes alive for those blissful few minutes.

Was it too much to ask for that feeling all the time? And sure yeah, he’s not the most romantic guy out there but he’s seen enough of those terrible rom-coms with his hag of a mother to know that dating someone should be exciting. His blood should boil and his thoughts should only be about consuming more.

Yet, he’s been stuck with fucking Deku. Like a bad cold, the other young man is hard to shake. It doesn’t help that their mothers are best friends and have forced them together since they were babies. He’d only said yes to this date because he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his witch mother, but regret sits heavily on his shoulders when Deku shows up to his door fifteen minutes early, wearing a full on suit, and holding a rather large bouquet of flowers.

Annoyance rattles in Katsuki’s ribcage. If he were someone else, maybe this display would do something for him. Make him soften. Instead, he hardens and practically slams the door shut off its hinges. Deku looks startled, but the awkward smile doesn’t leave his thin lips. Katsuki considers swatting the flowers out of Deku’s hands but just barely manages to hold himself back. No doubt his behavior will get back to his mom, and he’s planning on asking her for a favor after this ordeal.

 “Let’s get this over with, Deku,” he says aloud, snatching the flowers away from Deku. He places them on his porch. “Lead the way.”

Deku’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he offers a shy smile. “Thank you again for saying yes Kacchan; you have no idea how happy I was when you sent me that text! I ran downstairs and had to tell mom right–“

“If we don’t get going in sixty seconds, I’m walking back inside my apartment.”

Deku’s back straightens and he offers another sheepish grin. “S-S-Sorry… I’m just so…!” He shakes his head and gestures toward his parked car. “After you!”

Katsuki takes another deep breath before forcing himself toward the car. It feels like a death march.

Mon, 25 Sep 2023 00:47:21 GMT

testing thread writer| krbk| “Camie, we’re too fucking old for this,” Katsuki shouts over the loud music, glaring at someone as they bump into him. His drink sloshes over his fingers, cold and sticky.

“Come on! You finally made partner and got rid of that noncommittal asswipe Inasa,” Camie crows back easily, dancing to the beat of the rap song playing.