“I’d love a Dabi x Reader where he occasionally visits their place for casual hookups but this time around he gets back there a little worse for wear whether it’s a fight or not taking care of himself something so reader takes a shower with him to take care of him and through that intimate act they end up banging. The reader is chill but empathetic and probably be more teasing towards him becoming more tender over time as he becomes more sincere.”
This is my first time writing Dabi, so let’s give it a shot!
Warnings: Violence, blood (Dabi gets in a fight uwu)
WARNING! Sinners only beyond this point. This is a dirty burnt nugget fic.
“Fuck,” Dabi cursed under his breath. A sharp grunt left him as he leaned against the damp brick wall of the dirty alleyway. His chest heaved with exhaustion and the aftereffects of adrenaline leaving his system. Looking down to examine his hand, he turned it slightly and hissed as he took stock of the jagged puncture wound, “Shit… It went all the way through.“ As few fucks as Dabi seemed to give, he certainly didn’t want to die. He could have cauterized it himself if he hadn’t been held up, but that’s not how events unfolded.
Thoughts of infection and permanent maiming flashed across his mind as he wracked his brain in search of a solution. Hospitals were out of the question -for obvious reasons- and to say he had few friends would be an understatement. His healthy hand combed through unruly dyed locks, and he breathed an exasperated sigh.
On his way back from a local pub he’d been ambushed by some low-tier villains; the irony was not lost on him. To his great misfortune, one of them possessed a paralysis quirk, and despite how he struggled he was helpless as the man rendered him immobile and relieved him of his wallet. Briefly, he had regained control of his fingers and tried to wiggle himself in an attempt to pilot his own body. Upon noticing, one of the three stabbed a saw tooth blade through his hand, before directing his buddies to kick the burnt man into submission.
