Dabi With A Darling Who Has An Oral Fixation So He Has You Suck Him Off For A Cigarette.... Or What's

Dabi with a darling who has an oral fixation so he has you suck him off for a cigarette.... or what's left of it-

He thinks you're adorable, truly he does, and he tells you so. The way you chew on your lip or gnaw on your nails until they're bleeding. The way you'll bite on the tips of your fingers when you're engrossed in something, he adores that little pout of yours when he tells you it's something a child would do. He'll give you the occasional lollipop, letting you suck on it as he stares at you then taking it from you to pop it in his mouth. The little whines you bless him with when he does so, is probably his favorite. Occasionally, he'll catch you staring at him when he smokes, the way your eyes stay on the cigarette as he blows the smoke out the window. Tapping the ash off the tip and closing the window as he puts it out and ruffles your hair, "It's bad for you, babydoll." The way your little pout wobbles as he walks away, has him almost groaning aloud as he shifts his semi-hard cock in his pants. Dabi's not entirely mean though, he'll have no problem letting you suck on his fingers or let you keep his cock warm with your sticky tongue as he watches the latest news about him. It's because he's so nice that he has you on his lap right now, letting you grind on his cock as he blows the smoke in your face, with a hand curled around your hair to pull you away from his face as you try and wrap your lips around the stick in his hand. You're such a persistent little thing, aren't you? That's ok, he finds that shit adorable, he'll make you a little deal, princess, yeah? "You wanna suck on it, dolly?" you tilt your head at that, "...suck on what, the cigarette?" he waves the stick in your face, chuckling when your eyes follow the little stick of nicotine, "yeah baby, what else were you thinking about?" You shake your head at him, "I thought you said..." He blows the smoke in your face, watching you as you cough into your elbow. "I said it was bad for you, babydoll... but, I'm willing to let you suck on it if you can complete a little task, how 'bout it, prettygirl?" There's an immediate nod after your coughing fit. He hums as he kisses you with a grin and pops the cigarette back in his mouth as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. "You make me cum down that little throat and I'll let you have whatever's left of it."

Litterly this (or any pet name with doll in it)

“darling girl” / “sweet girl” / “pretty girl”

Dabi should've known something was up, your over-eagerness to wrap your lips around his cock gave you away. Then again, Dabi would never tell you "no" for wanting to keep his dick warm, however you might want too. Be it with that wet little cunt or that tight throat he loves fucking open so much. But when your pulling him towards the couch as soon as he walks in, barely giving him time to close and lock the door. He should've sensed something up with you when he caught a glance of your coy little smirk. "What's up with you doll, huh? The fuck you bouncin' aroun' for?" He asks with a lazy drawl, letting you lead him to the couch. There's a soft giggle that slips from your lips at his little grumble, with a shake of the head you grin. Pushing him down on the couch and dropping to your knees, you feel a hand pull your head back by your hair. Frowning up at him, you try to continue your ministration only to have your hands slapped away from his zipper. Grabbing your face, he pushes your lips into a wet pout, "you gonna fuckin' answer me or are you that cock hungry? I walk in the door and you're already tryna' choke on my cock." He slaps your cheek when you continue to stare up at him with doe eyes. Shaking your head at him you pull at his belt, with a roll of the eyes, he lets go and leans back against the couch, unbuckling his belt he throws it to the side, "go ahead, since it's all you can think about- can't even kiss me before you're tryna jump on it, huh? Ignoring him you get back to your little task at hand, pulling down the zipper and pawing at his clothed cock, flaccid in his boxers. You lean down taking it into your mouth, soft tongue wetting the bland material as he runs a hand through your hair, "you gonna get it hard for me, babydoll? Gonna swallow my cum when it leaks down your little throat, yeah?" Using the hand in your hair, he shakes your head in a nodding motion, "good girl, go 'head." He laughs at his own joke before taking his cock out of his briefs and tapping it on your lips. With a glance upwards and a smirk attempting to twist the corner of your lips, you lean forward licking the slit, it's a knee-jerk reaction as he feels the cool metal on his tip, "Jesus fucking Christ you didn't baby, fuck you didn't... let me see." He groans out, leaning forward then gripping your cheeks as he grabs your tongue and pulls the pink muscle out of your mouth. The shiny ball in the middle glistens in the dim lights of the apartment. He huffs out a scoff, as his tongue digs into his cheek when you start to jerk his cock, hand squeezing slightly around the base. "Got it pierced for you, Touya."

i present my idea ✨knife kink dabi✨

TW: knife play, toxic relationship, Dabi hits her once, blood, threats, licking of said blood.

It was a weird request at first, he'll admit that. Then again, he's asked worst from you. His handprint branded into your ass proves so. While he does give you a little side-eye, he's absolutely not opposed to holding a sharp little thing to your throat while plead for him to not press down so hard. His pretty little princess wants him to hold a knife to their throat? Say less.

"Which one you wanna use, angel- actually, I probably shouldn't call you an angel anymore, huh? I think masochistic slut fits better, yeah?" Your lips form into a little pout, eyebrows furrowing as you pull on his coat. He chuckles at that, fingers fisting in your hair to pull your head back. His right thumb gliding over your little pout, index tapping your lips and slipping in to press down on your tongue. Sticky drool running down his hand as he finger fucks your mouth. Slipping his wet digit out to gloss your lips with your own spit.

"Why are you so mean Dabi," he scoffs at that. With a flick of his wrist, you're left with a stinging cheek and your head looking to the right. There's an immediate cry that's rips itself out of your throat, feet stumbling back. Quickly snatching your arm before you could fall, he brings you over to the set of knives he has laid out for you. "I won't ask again, either choose one or I will, and trust me... you won't like my choice. I promise you that."

With a meek nod, you glance at the assortment of switch blades, there's pretty black one with blue flames on it that you're positive Dabi would've chosen. But your mind's already made when you see a black steel-blade with rubies embedded into the handle. Pretty vermillion glare at you from its place on the counter. You slide your thumb over it at first, finger playing with the pretty gems. Picking it up to test the weight, you glide your palm over the blade. Sharp. So very sharp, Dabi could kill, given he presses deep enough.

"That one? The blue one is so much prettier," he finishes with a scoff as he pouts. You ignore his comment, nodding your head, you hand it over to him. Taking it from you, he gestures to the bedroom, twirling the deadly blade around his fingers as he stares you down. Glancing at him in uncertainty, you walk past him towards the room.

The room is warm, remnants of Dabis heat still trapped in the comforter, smells like him too, strongly of ash and cigarette smoke. It makes your brain foggy, he always smells so good, his musk is a comforting scent. There's the harsh sound of combat boots walking towards you, eyes snapping to the door, in a first-hand witness to his taunting eyes.

"You look shy doll, I couldn't possibly understand why, you came to me with this request, 'member?" You give a nod, inhaling a shaky breath as you lie on your back. He coos at you in faux sympathy, stepping closer and closer, like a lion, hunting, prowling.. but Dabi isn't one to lie and wait for very long. Especially when you look so innocent, like a helpless fawn who isn't yet aware of dangers like him. You're basically teasing him at this point, eyes too wide for to not think about fucking you, destroying you 'till there's nothing left.

You blink for a second, only for a second. It's quick, no- he's quick. The blade feels cold against your throat, sharp tip pressing a little too deep into your jugular for comfort. The smooth metal running down your throat to your tits, smoothing it over your nipples, perked for attention for the sharp tip. Your skin lifting in goosebumps, hair standing at the back of your neck when he twirls it around your left nipple.

"...I wonder, what do you think would happen if I just-" he presses the blade down harder in-between your breasts, "- ah, well.. would you look at that, hm? You're just as pretty inside as you are on the outside, oh how lucky I am." It doesn't hurt, just stings a little. The sticky scarlet immediately staining your clothes, dripping down your chest in little rain-drops. He eyes the wound for a minute before leaning down and licking it off your tits.

He hums, pulling back to look you in the eyes, "better then I thought, but not nearly as good as that little cunt I love so much." There's blood staining his teeth- your blood at that. The tip of his tongue licking away the remainder on your chest as he moves the tip of the handle of the blade to press into your clit.

There's an immediate jump-back, hand shooting down to grab onto his own, and he doesn't like that. Not even a little. "What? You got a problem with this but not when I'm lickin' blood off your tits? Some priorities you got, huh?" He swats away your hand as he presses the handle back into your clit, sliding it down over your underwear to press into your slit.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this blade, you know? See if it makes you cum quicker then my cock." You want to close your legs but he swats at them before you can even think to do so. "Try an' close 'em, and your chest won't be the only thing leaking pretty red for me." Your eyes twitch close when you feel the solid press into you, fucking you through your panties.

"Ahh, there we go, got that pussy leaking real pretty for me now, huh slut? You like this shit? 'Course you do, you're my bitch after all, ain't that right?"

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I don't think anyone understands how badly I need this man, he's literally the prettiest man I've ever seen in my life. He's absolutely perfect, no one could ever make me hate him. He's absolutely breathtakingly, thigh shaking, eye-crossing, fistballingly beautiful.

i’m a slut for men who want to corrupt me further