Heinous One

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Bakugou: What thought?

Bakugou: If you're going to offer to cook, you better be good at it. Doing something you're shit at isn't thoughtful.

Bakugou: So it better be good, Inkpot.

Dabi: No pressure

Dabi: Inkpot lol Never got that one before

Dabi: 8pm?

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“Good,” she huffed, rubbing her face against Dabi’s body. Turning her head, Toga rubbed the side of her neck against his shoulder marking and claiming him for herself.

Then Dabi was pushing her off, her ears flicking back against her skull as her lips peeled back in a feral hiss. Dabi was skinny. They both were. It came with being a stray after all. But if it came to a physical fight, she was sure she could pin him down and get one over him. She could beat him, she was sure of it. Still, she didn’t want to fight, she wanted to leech off him! She wanted to feel safe and secure and warm. Hissing and spitting, Toga was shoved to the cold ground.

Her tail curled around herself, frustrated eyes flicking to the cold concrete. Why didn’t Dabi have more blankets? She had to get more! This place was awful! But Dabi was here, so it was where she was going to stay until this was over.

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A marred face twists into disgust and he turns his head in the opposite direction. Toga was scenting him, rubbing her neck on him and smothering him in her feminine smell. Gross. Nekos scented their mates, not their rugged, back-alley acquaintances. He couldn’t brush her off quick enough. Her scent had already mingled with his own and he could smell her on his skin and in his fur. Ugh.

“They’ll smell you all right. You stink.” His nostrils flared as her heat-scent filled the shed. It wasn’t really a bad smell, but it was invading. Toga smelled like sex and she was rubbing it off on him. 

“I’m not following,” he grunted, his face expressionless. “What the hell does that have to do with me?” He stretched his leg out, planting a bare foot against her face and pushing her head to the side. The gesture was borderline playful. “I thought the point was to get laid. Let some loser pop some kits in you?” // @blccdsoakcd​

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He screams goth edge

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you know i had to do it to him

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Send me a starter!! ( x, x, x ) || Future Verse || @dabiroki

“Oh. Well fuck me, then." 

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Like part of the gloomy atmosphere himself, he moves like a shadow and blends into the empty crevices of downtown. A patchwork face half-hidden by the overhang of a hood, stitched up hands swaying emptily by his sides; the rest of his body is hidden by clothes and the length of a dark, raggedy-looking trench coat- one that’s surely seen better days. A man with such recognizable features, once hunted like a pro hero’s prey, now sulking along back streets and alleyways like the vermin he was destined to become. 

Turning a corner, he comes upon a brutal scene. Like a movie he’s seen too many times, he watches with a blatant stare. This part of town is known for things like this. He’s seen worse deaths and it was less interesting at the hands of someone else. He could walk the other direction without blinking an eye. Except... this was his way home and he wasn’t keen on the idea of taking a scenic route.

“Oh. Well fuck me, then.” He makes his presence known with a sarcastic drawl and the wave of his hand. The victim is already down. It’s the killer he makes eye contact with.

“Dabi?”

Holding out a glowing blue hand to illuminate the alley better, he watched the killer melt into someone else in front of his eyes. It was a party trick he’d seen before, but it had been years. Shoulders sinking back into their usual poor posture, Dabi snuffed out the fire in his hand before he was engulfed in an energetic hug.

“Toga.” He was surprised too. He would have guessed she was hauled off to Tartarus. “You’re still causing trouble.” // @blccdsoakcd

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“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Dabiiiiii it’s awwffuuuull.” Whining miserably, Toga practically flopped her body on top of her fellow neko. Her body felt too hot and her skin was pricking. She felt uncomfortable and overly needy, and Dabi smelt so good. 

“You don’t know what it’s like,” she accused, peeking one bright yellow eye up at the black cat. “I can’t help it. You feel nice… Don’t leave me.” Clinging to him, Toga’s claws tugged at his clothes. Not enough to tear. After all, they were both strays and she knew how hard it was to get good clothes, especially with the colder months here. Even still, she felt so hot. “I’m going in heat. You have to protect me.”

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“I’m not going anywhere. You’re laying on me.” 

They were alone in the little stretch of territory he had claimed for himself: a block of back alleys and restaurant dumpsters with all the best eats. Very few nekos came and went without conflict and Toga was one of the few exceptions. Dabi had known her for years- a nosy stray that followed him around until he made use of her company. She was good for fighting others off and he was even a little fond of her now, as bratty as she could be.

There was a decrepit shed off the main streets and that’s where he usually slept. it was out of sight and provided plenty of shelter from the elements. Today, Toga had followed him right in without invitation. Made herself damn comfortable, too. He had barely sat down before she pounced on top of him.

Dabi lazily pushed at her shoulders. He could feel the heat radiating off of her body, permeating through her clothes like a raging fever. There was a smell too, a sharp, pungent scent that made his nose wrinkle. She was definitely going into heat. With a grunt, he shoved her away and sat up. Girls were so needy. 

“When have you ever needed protecting?” // @blccdsoakcd

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Overcooked bf got lowkey roasted, press f

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Matching shirts

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I like to paint with warm tones 💕

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found one of hori’s old twitter sketches and im dying

just. dabi sitting in the corner. toga looking done. shigaraki being an idiot + kurogiri and twice going along with it. the scribble-y sketchiness of it. it’s perfect

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Settling For Second Best || Vamp!Dabi & Feeder!Baku

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Bakugou’s  skin  was  still  sticky  with  semen  and  glossy  with  sweat.  A  shower  would  be  good  for  both  of  them.  Ignoring  the  stubborn  comment  from  his  mate,  Dabi  set  him  on  the  counter  and  started  the  water.  

The  room  steamed  up  quickly.  He  undressed  and  helped  Bakugou  out  of  his  clothes,  including  the  boxers  he  had  stained  with  cum.  All  from  being  choked.  He  underestimated  how  much  his  lover craved  that  lack  of  control.  Eyeing  the  pocket  knife  that  had  been  carried  into  the  bathroom  with  them,  he  licks  his  lips  and  takes  the initiative  to  pick  it  up.

“In  the  shower,”  he  murmurs.  “Now.”

He  steps  first  under  the  running  water,  letting  it  beat  down  over  his  back  and  his  shoulders.  Steam  rises  up  from  the  coolness  of  his  skin,  bubbles  across  his  shoulder  blades  like  water  in  a  frying  pan.  It’s relaxing.  It’s  almost  a  struggle  to  step  aside,  to  let  his  mate  under  the  water.

“Where  do  you  want  it?”  The cut.  His  cold  hand  wields  the  blade  carefully.  They’ve  done  this  before-  practiced-  but  it’s  always  Bakugou  that  controls  the  knife.  Today,  Dabi  is  not  so  willing  to  give  up  control. // @grcundzcro​

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Delicate Nature | Iida & Dabi

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Violence. Why did everything with Dabi always end in violence? A rhetorical question, of course. Iida knew exactly why. It was what Dabi was created for. What was stitched into the very fibre of his being by their creator. Iida had something similar. Physically, at least. When he’d been created, his master hadn’t bothered to fine tune his nature to violent, believing giving him the possibility to do so would service. He’d made sure not to make the same mistake twice.

Iida didn’t feel pain. Even so, the hit made him angry. He didn’t feel emotions often. Hardly ever actually. But anger? Anger was one he was capable of. And the angrier he got, the more his vocabulary dropped. All the reading and learning he’d put himself through forgotten as he delved into something more primal.

Dropping his arm, Iida grabbed at Dabi’s wrist before he could think better of it. Before he could think it through. Snarling and baring his teeth as he gave an inhuman roar. He would not be disrespected by the other! He would not let Dabi have his way!

“No!” Iida roared, his grip on Dabi’s wrist hard like a shackle. “Iida’s friends! You kill! Dabi don’t kill Iida’s friends!”

There’s  a  strong  hand  around  his  wrist,  keeping  him  captive.  Dabi  yanks  and  writhes  in  vain,  his  weak  bones  no  match  for  his  caretaker’s  strength.  When  Iida  roars,  he  lifts  his  lips  like  an  animal  and  lets  out  a  scream  of  his  own.  Aggressive.  Hostile.  He  pulls  at  his  arm  with  enough  force  to  pop  his  wrist  out  of  its  socket. 

He  shouts  incoherently  and  slumps  onto  his  knees,  held  up  only  by  the  grip  around  his  wrist.  Angry  and  frustrated,  the  creature  chooses  a  new  method  of  attack.  He  grabs  Iida’s  arm  from  the  ground  and  starts  beating  him  with  it,  waving  it  blindly  and  whacking  it  against  Iida’s  torso  and  face.  // @rcciproburst​

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Swing | Aizawa & Dabi

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“Huh?”  Startled,  Dabi’s  hand  drops  off  of  the  cold  neck  it  had  been  bracing.  After  pounding  him  thoroughly  in  the  bathroom  stall,  the  vampire  was  naked  and  willing  to  succumb  the  same  treatment.  Such  a  predatory  creature,  desperate  and  asking  to  be  fucked.  His  own  sex  twitches  at  the  thought  of  it,  aroused  even  after  their  trip  to  the  men’s  room.  Aizawa  had  never  shown  an  interest  in  other  roles  before,  nor  had  Dabi  ever  taken  the  reigns.  His  chest  throbs  with  anticipation.

He  quickly  returns  the  gesture,  a  small  lick  across  the  vampire’s  cold  mouth.  It  feels  better  than  kissing.  More  intimate.  He  can  smell  the  alcohol  on  Aizawa’s  breath,  much  stronger  than  before.  

“If  you  get  off  of  me,”  he  grunts,  shoving  his  hands  against  Aizawa’s  bare  shoulders.  “Get  off.  Turn  over.  We’re  doing  this  my  way.”  // @drowsy-hero

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Disconnect; Reconnect

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“Can I now?” he asked calmly, staving off the headache for a moment longer. Staring up at his ceiling, wanting to go back to hating himself but already, he was lost in the sound of Dabi’s voice. The low tone, the knowing in that tone. Aizawa hated to hear it; hated that he liked it, but was unable to really help himself. That voice and that all-too-smug face. He wanted to slap it. Watch the clasps separate and blood pour from his lips. He sighed.

“We aren’t exactly eye-to-eye. And where have you been anyway?” the hero wondered why he cared. Why something like that was important. But he knew, somewhat, slightly honest. Would he go to him? Would he allow Dabi into his home again? More than likely. “You didn’t interrupt anything.”

“Were  you  worried  about  me?”  Dabi  sucks  in  another  drag  of  nicotine.  The  cold  air  makes  his  hands  hurt  and  he  welcomed  the  warmth  of  a  cigarette  in  his  lungs. “That’s  cute.”

He  remembers  the  conversation  like  it  was  yesterday  and  not  a  handful  of  weeks  ago.  The  way  Aizawa’s  lips  twitched  at  the  news,  the  way  his  jaw  locked  up  and  his  eyes  glowered  with  an  anger  like  he’d  never  seen  before.  It  was  easier  for  Dabi  to  say  than  for  the  truth  to  be  heard.  They  had  seen  each  other  since  then.  Messed  around.  Fucked.  Neither  of  them  had  brought  up  the  subject,  but  it  was  always  there,  lingering  in  the  back  of  their  heads.  Like  a  ticking  time  bomb  ready  to  detonate  at  any  moment.  

“So  you  can  humor  me  then.  Don’t  hang  up.”  He  drops  his  cigarette  on  the  ground  and  stomps  it  out  with  his  boot.  “What’s  my  favorite  little  hero  up  to?”  // @drowsy-hero​

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Bakugou: Insomnia doesn't do shit if you drink yourself into a coma

Bakugou: You want to cook?

Bakugou: For me?

Bakugou: An inspiring chef?

Bakugou: Who plans on running a top quality restaurant?

Bakugou: That's your plan on swaying me into your favour?

Bakugou: Good fucking luck.

Dabi: What happened to "it's the thought that counts"?