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Rookie |2|- Dabi x Reader

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Dabi x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:

Warnings: cussings, and again Dabi is ThIrStY

Summary: You had just come from school at UA, excited to finally spend another blissful evening with your new found friends, the LOV. But unknowing to you, Dabi has other plans for your night.

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You sighed, watching the clock move at an agonizing pace. Couldn’t this class go any faster?

You hated this room, this school, these people around you, especially the teachers that tried so desperately to turn you into something you weren’t….

You checked the time again, and felt disappointment bubble in your stomach for what seemed like the 100th time: All you wanted was to meet up with the villains. They liked you. They accepted you for who you were, quirk and all. They may be dangerous and cruel at times, but who was to say that you weren’t the same way? You watched out for yourself: they just did the same thing.

After that very rough introduction between you and Shigaraki a few weeks prior, he had realized you had been serious about your intentions. All your information about Izuku was correct- what classes he took, what train route he would be on in the morning, where he would usually be at after school, his best friends, his worst enemies….every and any thing Shigaraki needed to know you had in that amazingly beautiful brain of yours. To Shigaraki, you were this blessing in disguise that he had been dreaming for for so long.

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You and Shigaraki were sitting at the bar, his piles of ideas for missions scattered across the top like a detective’s work table..

“So,” Shiagaraki drawled out, “what is this information you have for me?”

You sucked in a deep breath, allowing your mind to calm itself, to will yourself to remember every piece of information you had accumulated over the past few weeks.

“I’ve been watching Izuku for a while now,” you explained, “Since that attack on Class 1-A you created, I noticed how he always seemed to have some sort of run-in with you...so thats when I’ve been tracking him a bit. Keeping tabs: Where he lives, what train he takes, his friends, his enemies, his hobbies, his powers, his weaknesses…” you looked down at your drink, letting your words set in.

The more you talked the more Shigaraki got visibly excited- all this information, finally at his fingertips! He smiled a craggly grin, perking up his head at the word weaknesses.

Dabi leaned across the wall in the adjacent hallway, invisible to you or Shigaraki. He looked at the hunched backs at the counter, listening in to your conversation. That pretty little face of yours faced Shigaraki, your shoulders all too close to him for Dabi’s comfort. He knew a pretty little thing like you wouldn't want anything to do with that dried out mummy of a man, but he couldn't help but feel some sort of angry possession over you. A pang of jealousy erupted in his chest, wishing he was the one sitting next to you.

“That’s not all I know.” You sighed, “UA is doing some...training camp in the summer. Only for the students, and at some secret location- so its very under wraps.”

“You think you can get us inside the camp then?”

You scoffed. “If I didn't think I could, why would I tell you?” You laid back in your chair. “Yeah, I can do it.”

Shigaraki smiled so wide it looked like a grimace, the dried skin looking hideously strecthed under the hazy lights.

“If this works out Demon, we may just have an open spot for you on our team.”

Dabi’s heart unexpectedly skipped a beat, a rare grin spreading across his scarred lips.

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The final bell rang, your eyes wide with excitement as you flew out the room as your teacher tried desperately to remind the class of some quiz the next day. You rolled your eyes. You didn't bother with school anymore: if you joined the League, what was the need of it? You’d be more than fine by yourself. You could give two damn’s now if you passed your classes: you just wanted out of this place.

You finally came upon the grand entrance of UA, pushing out the door with the rest of the student body. It was amazing outside- the sky was a fiery orange, red’s and yellow’s dancing in the sky as the sunset’s glow illuminated everything in its golden rays. You smiled, feeling the power of your quirk pulse excitedly in your veins, your hand tingling slightly, a memory flitting into your mind.

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You had just come from school, taking time to hang out with your new friends- the League. They had seemed to have been taking a liking to you, Toga loving having a new girl counterpart, Shigaraki now welcoming you with much less hostility after learning your importance, Twice seeming to forgive you for spraining his wrist, and Dabi- well- Dabi was a character.

He was unpredictable, merciless, and cold yet...warm at the same time. He wasn’t afraid to play dirty, or be dirty, for that matter. He had countless times thrown you smug stares that made the heat in your face rise, or sexual innuendos that would make your whole body shiver. He wasn’t a clean man, Dabi, but hell was he attractive.

“So Demon,” Dabi asked, sprawled on the couch with you, “what exactly is your quirk?”

“Yeah, I wanna know!” Toga yelled out as she clutched her face, her eyes wide with hungry anticipation.

“Really? I haven't told you guys? I'm surprised!” you laughed, racking your brain to see if you had shown them. You surprised yourself- you had been around the League for two whole weeks now, and couldn't remember once showing them your quirk.

You rose from the couch slightly, Dabi feeling the weight leave from where he was sitting, missing the feeling of your body close to his own.

“Well….it’d be easier if I just showed you instead of telling,” you replied nonchalantly.

Dabi watched you with gleaming eyes, his eyes eating at you with the hopeful, slightly seductive look he always seemed to give you, a small grin on his face. You were wearing the same type of outfit when you first arrived to the group- black sweatshirt and matching black sweatpants. He had not once seen you without it; when he confronted you about it, you had blushed all so adorably he wanted to practically eat you up right then and there.

Your main reason was that you met with the villains after school, and you would throw these clothes over so no one could see you walking to the villians in your UA uniform. So, now, as you reached down and pulled to lift the thick fabric of your sweatshirt, Dabi couldn't help but feel excitement erupt in his stomach

His heart beat pulsed sharply, watching those delicate arms of yours become- finally- exposed, his breath hitching. You were wearing a simple black tank top, the curves of your body tightly contained. Your unmarked skin glistened in the light, making Dabi’s mouth water. He drank in everything about you: how your shoulder muscles protruded from your skin, each dimple and spot on your arms, the way your hair cascaded around your body and face oh so perfectly. Dabi noticed the delicate chain necklace resting on your throat, the tiny pendant fitted perfectly between the ridges of your collarbones. Something about that necklace drove him wild inside, imagining how it would feel to twist that little chain in between his slender fingers as you moaned out his name, him trailing kisses down that sweet soft skin of your chest. He licked his lips, trying not to get too overwhelmed as he followed the trail from your strap down to bust, the slight cleavage make him frustratedly hot inside.

All you ever did was tease him, and you didn't even know it. It drove him crazy that you could do this to him.

You closed your eyes, unaware of the lustful dilemma Dabi was going through seeing you take off your top. You instead focused on your quirk, allowing its power to build, feeling a familiar warm heat grow in the pit of your stomach. It started to spread, a honey warm sensation sliding down your body, hugging your thighs and torso in it as it trailed its way up. When the sensation finally reached your chest, you heard a loud, in awe gasp from Toga.

You smirked, imagining how strange it must be to watch you transform: its not everyday you get to see someone turn into something otherworldly. You opened your eyes, looking down at your hands. Your skin was now fiery red, the color of a ripe maraschino cherry. You looked at your new friends, smiling sheepishly as you saw their shocked faces.

“WHoa! Your eyes! They’re completely black!” Toga breathed out in awe, now sitting on her knees as she craned to stare at your new form.

“Yeah, it's a small side effect of my quirk-” you chuckled.

“I guess I now know why you call yourself Demon, doll face.” Dabi smirked lazily, drinking in this new you. “Your pretty damn hot like that.”

“Ew Dabi dont start that now- Im right here!” Toga complained loudly, not unlike a child seeing their parents kiss. Dabi sighed, rolling his eyes. He forgot-the little brat was still here.

Not going to lie, he was not expecting this: he had thought maybe you used some weird illusion quirk or maybe an elemental type quirk, but nothing like this. Your whole body was this red hot color, your skin completely pigmented to the color of a bright red lipstick. Your hair was crazy and wild from pulling off the sweatshirt, matching the fierce, dangerous gleam in your pitch black eyes.

Why were you so hot to him- even more so like this? Maybe it was because you looked so dangerous now? He didn't think he could hold in more of this sexual tension- he was ready to pounce on you right here. If god damn Toga wasn't there, he probably would. He was just so used to seeing you as this innocent little angel, somebody who had no idea what world they were truly entering into. Yes, You could hold your own, talk back, and stand up for yourself, but- he just loved how flustered you would get with him. The smallest pet name would make you go crazy, cheeks blushing and a stuttering mess. He could tell you were most likely inexperienced in many aspects of love, and oh how did he want to teach you. Every damn thing you didn't know.

But now he couldn't tell- he just knew that with that red blood skin and all black orbs you looked like some other wordly being, straight from Hell itself. You looked like a sex goddess. And he loved it.

“My quirk is kinda rare,” you began nervously, tugging on the small necklace, “Its called ‘quirk bonding’. Basically, I don't just get a mixture of my parents quirk, I actually get both in their entirety. My mom is the one who actually looks like this and she had a fire quirk. My dad on the other hand had a mind quirk- he was able to look into people’s minds and see what their deepest, darkest desires were at that moment. Some people can actually have more than their parent’s quirks, like aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents….but those are especially rare- I just have the two.”

“Whoa….” Toga squealed. “So cool! Fire quirk- just like you Dabi!”

He ignored her voice, shock riddled in his stomach. Hell, you had a fire quirk too? He was surprised at himself though- he would have thought he would feel some type of intimidation from you for having the same type of quirk as him, plus another one on top of it. But he didnt feel anything like that- it was like he was almost glad to hear you had a similar quirk- it made him feel that maybe that meant you two were destined to be together: a sign of some sort.

“So, you can look inside people’s heads?” he asked, his bright blue eyes burning into yours.

Dabi tilted his head up at you, his tongue dancing upward to lick his top lips, a giddy sensation frothing inside him.

“what do you think I'd be thinking about princess?” he flirted, snickering as he watched your already red face somehow turn even more red.

Damn you for looking so cute. He shifted deeper into the couch, watching as you giggled nervously.

You would be the end of him.

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You looked over your shoulder, making sure no student was in sight before slipping into the dark alleyway where you usually changed into your baggy clothes.You had seemingly managed to out walk the sea of white and gray school uniforms you had been consumed in, allowing yourself to feel slightly safe. You let the memory wash over you, relishing the look on Dabi’s face in that moment. He always seemed to give you this sweetly dangerous look, as if a lion looking at a lamb. It made you shiver, but God was it hot. You knew it was bad for you to be having feelings for this villain, but how could you not feel some sort of way for him?

You heard a pair of feet coming up the street, the steps making anxiety ripple in your stomach. Your breath instantly hitched, your mind going a thousand miles a minute: did you finally get caught? Was somebody out to get out? You flattened your body onto the wall next to you, feeling the rough stucco prickle onto your back as two loud school girls walked by, laughing and texting as they strolled by without a care in the world. You rolled your eyes at their ignorance for giving you such a scare, willing your heart to lessen its intense pressure on your ribs. You breathed out a soft sigh, a hand placed over your heart, feeling the beats like a kiss on your digits. Thank God, now you could finally relax-

“Didn’t think you were so jumpy doll face- if you're gonna be working with us in the future, you're gonna have to get more loose,” you heard a male’s voice chuckle out, a playful taunt as you whipped your head around, fearfully searching for the source of the voice. A pair of fiery blue eyes emerged from the shadows of the alleyway, Dabi’s characteristically lazy smirk making annoyance bubble inside you.

“What the hell Dabi!” you cried out, feeling your overactive heart scream against your chest, “you scared me!”

Dabi laughed, no guilt evident on his face.

“Im a villian, sweetheart- get used to it.” He was now standing dangerously close to you, his lean body towering over you. That sinful look was back on his scarred face, his lips curling into a bi-colored smirk. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you tried desperately to keep your stance and not melt under his intense gaze. You both kept up your staring contest, each side not wanting to falter.

“Its still not cool,” you retorted back, feeling your anger bubble away as you felt yourself get lost in those blue eyes. Damn him for being so dangerously pretty- you felt your eyes began to roam his face, following the separation between his smooth skin to the death purple, marred scars. The staples glinted like stars in the lowering sunlight, the sky turning a soft shade of indigo.

Dabi had been staring right back, loving the annoyed expression on your face- even if it was directed at him. He had no shame as he admired how sweet and innocent you looked in that school uniform, your curves slightly hinted at behind the thing white shirt and pleated green skirt. The short stocking you wore didn't help his imagination, his mind taking each article of clothing off one by one. It was such a stark contrast from your true quirk, he couldn't help but find it somewhat comical that you were on both spectrums: the most purely innocent to the downright sensual. He continued to gaze at you, noticing the blush creep up your cheeks, not minding if he was making you feel uncomfortable.

“Dont look at me like that,” your voice wavered, barely audible as heat flooded your body, Dabi’s ice blue eyes stopped scanning your body and meet yours.

If it was anyone but you, he would have instantly defended himself- he did whatever he wanted to do, damn what others told him. But you- you were different, he never wanted to intentionally hurt you, and by the way your voice faltered, you seemed to like that he roamed your body. You just weren't used to it- but that was alright, he’d make sure you got real comfortable with how much he adored you.

He took a step closer, your bodies a hair away from being pressed up against each other.

“Why’s that?” he asked huskily, his smirk growing dangerously.

Your mind felt numb- how could he do this to you? You felt like you couldnt even think straight- you were so consumed in those aqua eyes and the lingering scent of firewood that seemed to grow with each step he took towards you. God, he was downright intoxicating- you could drown in him forever.

While your heart was loving the fact that he was outright flirting with you, your head was screaming with logic- he was villain, this could never work! This complicated your plans, not make them clearer! And he could be doing this to dozens of other girls- making them feel like they were special, and then ripping their hearts out to shreds. You wouldn't put in past him. You reluctantly stepped away from him, ending the trance you had put yourselves in abruptly.

You spun around, trying to calm your heart, your head faced away from him. You needed to end this, now- you couldnt let this one man get in the way of your goals, even though you were seemingly falling for his charms.

You took a deep breath of cool night air, forcing yourself to get rid of the heat he had cause inside your body.

“Its rude,” you shot over your shoulder, your voice icy as you slung your backpack off your shoulder to dig for your clothes.

Dabi just merely rolled his eyes, his grin still on his face. You pushed him away, he could take it: He was angry that you ending the energy between you two so suddenly.

“Besides-” you added, “how did you even know I would be here?”

He leaned on the wall, his smirk now half as small, shrugging his shoulders lazily. “Just followed the wave of school kids, until I found your face in it.”

It sounded innocent enough, but in his voice, it sounded menacing, like a predator stalking its prey. A satisfying chill crackled up your back. You imagined Dabi slinking in the alleyways, following and watching your every move with those icy blue eyes. The thought made your body feel off balanced, your head foggy.

You contiued to not look at him, knowing full well that lazy smirk was plastered on his face.

“Well that was stupid-” you scolded him, “you couldve been seen.”

“Aw, you care about me? How precious,” he cooed at you mockingly, enjoying the way your back stiffen, knowing you reacted to his words.

It was so easy to make you react to him, even when you tried not to- Dabi found it quite fun. A game of sorts.

You rolled your eyes, hating how even when he was mocking you, he could make you feel so warm inside.

“No, its just I dont think its smart to be sneaking around a whole building full of Pro Heroes that would arrest you in a instant.” You retorted calmly, trying to act as if his words didnt effect you in the slightest.

Dabi perked up his eyebrows, a little bit of annoyance bubbling inside him. He knew damn well you werent any better than him- you were probably a little worse. You were a spy for the League of Villians- you were practically in the belly of the beast every day. He knew you really meant no harm, but he didnt like to be questioned, especially by someone who was doing exactly what he was doing.

“Dont patronize me, Demon,” he sighed, his body relaxed but his jaw tight, “ you do the same damn thing everyday.”

Well that hurt.

You stopped rummaging through your backpack, startled slightly by his lack of friendliness in his voice. It bothered you that he called you by your name you had told him, not by the sweet pet names he always called you by. You shook off the feeling instantly, letting it slide off your conscience- it didn't matter that he seemed annoyed with you. Damn him- you were only concerned for his well being.

“Maybe- maybe not. I’m just….careful. And I just want you to be too.”

You chose your words carefully, not wanting to escalate the argument any further. You chose that time to peak a look at Dabi’s expression. To anyone walking by, he would have looked calm, relaxed even. But you observed him a little more closely- his jaw was clenched, and his hands stuffed in his pockets roughly. He was obviously bothered by your words. The air felt heavy enough to slice with a knife and the silence unbearable to deal with to you.

Dabi couldn't believe what he just heard- this was the first thing you had said to him that reciprocated some sort of feelings towards you. Even though you were being pretty nosy a few minutes ago, he couldn't help but feel exhilarated by your words. They were sweet and pure, and he really didn't know how to feel about it. Dabi was a man run by primal passion, and not really keen on the fluffy feelings of love. It was a hassle to deal with, especially with the wall he had around his heart, and he wasn't used to others expressing concern for his well being. But you just did right now, and even if it was intended to be friendly, it made his heart race and new, honest emotions bubble inside him he hadn't felt for years.

You sighed, feeling you had said the wrong thing as Dabi brooded in his thoughts.

“Just let me change, then we can go to the League.”

Dabi heard your voice and instantly shook off the feelings he was feeling for you, reluctantly rebuilding the wall up around him and plastering that lazy smile back on his face.

“No need to do that- Shigaraki has something for you.”

He walked past you, that agonizing smell of firewood drifting off his clothes as he pulled out a black, thin box from a hidden corner in the alleyway. He held it out, motioning for you to take it. You watched his every move, giving him a quizzical look as he held out he box for you to take. He flashed you a cocky grin, making a weak smile come out of you. You didnt know where the new found friendliness had came from, but you were just glad Dabi had gotten over your argument so quickly. You took the box eagerly, confused on what it could be. The box was thin, with a small silver latch on the front. You unhooked it, a satisfying “snap” filling the air as you opened the lid, a small gasp escaping fro your mouth.

“Your new villain suit,” Dabi smiled at your shocked face.”If your going to be coming out as a villain pretty soon, your gonna need something better than some voice changer and pajamas.”

You couldnt belive it- your own authentic suit. One that wasnt trying to covering you up. Back at UA, your hero suit was pretty mediocre- it completely covered up your body, except for one arm so you could activate your fire quirk. You felt covered up, as if they wanted you to look less menacing, as if your red skin was a curse. It was already a curse enough to have a quirk that changed your whole body- why couldn't they just let you accept it?

But this new suit- it was completely black, a reflective gray shine to the fabric as you shimmied the fabric in the setting sun. There were etheral black cut outs at the hips, tendrils of fabric like flames licking up to make the bodice. Matching cuffs with yellow orbs like moons were there to accent your arms, giving the ensemble a pop of color. It was exactly as you invisioned yourself to look like- powerful. Confident. Dangerous.

You gave Dabi a look of appreciation, his blue eyes watching your face with a look of humor. He didnt think youd get this excited over it- you practically looked like a kid on Christmas.

“They are not pajamas-” you finally retorted back after a few moments of admiring your new outfit, trying to keep your overwhelming excitement at bay, “ their sweats.”

Dabi laughed, not really knowing how that made a difference. “Whatever you say Demon.”

You continued to look at the costume, feeling a surge of appreciation fill you. You couldn't believe it- you were finally being accepted. After years of being alone, of suppressing your quirk because of the fear people had of you and your quirk's effects on your body, you finally found a group that actually liked you for you.

“This is really mine?”

Dabi smiled softly. “Who else would it be for? Dont ask questions- just take it.”

You gave a curt nod, smiling down at the outfit.

“Ya know, I gave some ideas for the outfit to Shigaraki.” Dabi commented, a flirtatious tone in his voice

“Oh really?” you said sarcastically, “ I didn't even notice.” Dabi’s touch was definitely in the suit- he seemed to have a flare for black with gray pieces, which was evident in the material used for the cuffs. And how tight the whole suit was, you could definitely see him trying to convince Shigaraki for that little detail.

“I hope you love it as much as I do.” He leaned in close to your face, those fiery eyes piercing your soul with such a lustful look you couldn't help but look away- it was so hard to keep eye contact with him.

You blushed again furiously, angry at yourself for instantly looking away. How was he so easy to control your emotions? You felt like this was just a huge cat and mouse game to him- he’d give you some space, allowing you to feel confident enough to banter and kid with him, and then he latches onto you, throwing in a comment that throws you in for a loop.

“Th-thank you-,” you stuttered slightly ,swallowing to regain your composure, “but Im confused- why wouldnt you just give me this at the bar?”

“Oh he didnt tell you?” Dabi smiled evilly, making your heart race. “We’re going out training tonight- just you and me.”

You internally screamed. What the hell Shigaraki?! He knew how much of a pervert Dabi secretly was- he didnt try that hard to hide it. So why was Shigaraki trying to screw you over by placing you with this man you were slowly gaining feelings for?

“Shigaraki thinks it would be a good idea for me to train you,” Dabi continued, hardly noticing the terror erupting inside you from the thought of being alone with him, “ since our quirks are similar. Help you feel out how to work alongside the League once we put our plan into place.”

You simply nodded your head, trying to pretend you were cool and collected about learning this new information.

“Smart,” you agreed, “-alright, I’m in. I just need a place to change into my costume.”

“Oh, thats alright princess- I dont mind if ya do it right here. Matter of fact- I’d really love it if you do.”

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Tainting Purity Chapter 4

Au: Demon

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Rating: M

Potential Triggers: Kinks in this chapter include degradation, mentions of degradation and more marking. Things do get a bit violent for a bit. Check the masterlist as I update for all the triggers in the series up to that point.

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Drama, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 5.5k+

You shimmied into the tight black dress in the bathroom adjacent to your own; it'd taken them a shockingly small amount of time to get it together. It was really sweet- Namjoon had even repurchased all the books now surely either burned or sold by your old family and the others all had helped design the room and with moving in all the furniture.

It felt more like home than your old one ever did and that scared you just the tiniest bit.

You thought you'd be prepared when the boys had warned you of the club's…unique nature. You were wrong. You weren’t sure what was to be expected exactly; but to say your poor eyes would not be forgetting the images of leather clad men and woman alike; as well as the variety of what looked like torture implements on the wall next to you...yeah. These images would definitely haunt your thoughts for a while. Sure; you enjoyed bondage but pain was never something that triggered an aroused response for you and while you’d never judge others for having such a kink...the thought of Humans being hurt for a demons enjoyment and food in the soundproofed rooms you could see from the entrance; even if mutual; was a bit unsettling.

Yoongi must have noticed your discomfort as his hand slipped into yours quickly when no-one was looking and he nuzzled into your neck briefly before he was forced to pull away just as fast; probably feeling eyes on him. Still. It definitely helped your initial panic and soon you were finally relaxing a bit.

...Until you abruptly realized you were alone.

The music was near deafening as you wove your way through the crowd, heart beating out of your chest in pure terror. Where had they gone!? They were just surrounding you for God’s sake, how had they disappeared so quickly? You could feel the other demons leering at your vulnerable form, the skin-tight black dress you’d gotten at Jin’s suggestion not helping your panicked state in the least. You knew you were spiraling. Your breathing was picking up, and you suddenly felt unbearably light-headed. Where was their table? They said they had a special place right?!

This wasn’t good. You couldn’t lose yourself here, not when several demons were looking for the briefest chance to get their hands on you. Wasn’t the Mark supposed to stop this from happening!? If they had lied just to get a piece of your soul you swore you’d kill them.

Even the music seemed to be taunting you.

‘Maybe you think that you can hide, I can smell your scent for miles’

‘Baby, I’m preying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive.’

A very typical club song, sure, but here, at this moment? It wasn’t helping your disheveled state as you were quickly growing frenzied between your panic at losing sight of the boys and your fear at being left to fend for yourself in a horde of demons, the majority eyeing you down like you were indeed their next meal.

“And what have we here? Seems like a cute little Human has wandered in where she shouldn’t~”

A seductive male voice purred into your ear, sounding like pure velvet. You shuddered, feeling nauseous as you tried to jump away at the icky feeling going through your veins. No-one had been this close to you except for the boys and you wanted it to stay that way.

Apparently, this demonic stranger had other plans as he held you firmly against his front with ease, using his inhuman strength to press you back into him by your captured waist with only one hand. He hissed suddenly and adjusted his grip as your bare back brushed across his chest, keeping enough distance between your bodies now that you wouldn't touch again but he could still control your movements.

“Release me now, or you’ll regret it!” You warned, cursing the waver in your voice.

You felt the male's lips caress your neck, quirking upwards into a cruel smirk at your threat.

“Oh? Look at the adorable little Human trying to tell me what to do. Don’t you think you ought to respect your elders?”

His voice was playful, but there was an aggressive edge to his voice now and his grip had tightened slightly. You’d gotten under his skin.

Good.

“Go fuck yourself! I give respect to those who’ve earned it and you’ve done anything but. I’ll ask you one last time, let me go now! I’m not here alone!!” Your voice grew a bit higher as you felt yourself starting to move. He was tugging you somewhere. You suddenly locked eyes with another demon, dressed in a suit much nicer than deemed normal for this place.

Could this be him? The owner the boys had told you about?

Didn’t matter, a quick glance of your surroundings told you that you were approaching the door. You needed to act.

“H-Help me, please! I belong to the Bangtan Clan!” You shouted suddenly, cheeks flaming at your somewhat derogatory confession, though the boys had warned you in advance that this was how Demon society viewed Humans. Immediately the kid’s eyes sparkled, and he smirked darkly.

For some reason, it made you shudder, even as the demon who’d once been dragging you howled in agony. You turned to look only to have your face gently guided back to face your savior.

You found yourself surprised. He was so...so young looking. Not a child, but he definitely looked like a teenager. It was even more evident up close.

“Now now, no need for a delicate flower such as you to see such gore. Come, I’ll take you someplace safe.”

His voice was casual as if he didn’t care but you could tell he’d taken pleasure in harming the demon holding you captive. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad.

“So um...you’re a Nogitsune right?”

Of course, that was the first thing to slip out of your mouth.

He seemed more amused than offended at your question, however, eyes darting up to examine your expression before he held out his hand for you to take.

“Why don’t we get somewhere more quiet first? Then I’ll answer any questions you have.”

You hesitated but forced a smile and nodded taking his hand in your own. You shivered unwillingly. His hands were cold like he wasn’t even alive, yet they were clammy so clearly, he was. He easily walked through the crowd and it parted for him without preamble, clearly not wanting to anger him.

You had a good idea as to why after his display earlier.

It wasn’t long until you were safely tucked away in what you could only guess was his own room. He dropped your hand, opting instead to flop on the large bed to sit.

“So, you were curious as to what I am, were you? Heh. What’s that saying about curiosity and cats?”

There was a dark undertone evident in his voice that made you swallow as he clearly knew exactly what the expression implied but he laughed suddenly, his demeanor changing almost instantly as he grinned cheekily at you.

“Ah, forgive me! I didn’t mean to frighten you, delicious as your fear may be. I’ve got an image to keep up after all. I’m the owner as I’m sure you put together. You may call me Void just as your owners do, no need for formalities.”

You nodded, trying not to dwell on the fact that he thought of you as their pet more than as a person. He’d saved you. That was all that mattered.

He made himself more comfortable, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs in a subconscious show of his confidence. “To answer you’re prior question pet, I am indeed a Nogitsune. No doubt your masters saw to your education on the subject?”

At your nod, he smiled calmly and let out a deep sigh as he threw his head back.

“I’d recommend learning some way to control your anxiety when you get that frightened next time. I was drawn to you and your fear immediately. Sure, it helped me find you easily enough, but others of my kind would see you as...well.”

He met your eyes abruptly and narrowed his eyes to emphasize his seriousness, licking his lips “The perfect food source.”

“Alright Void, that’s enough. I’m pretty sure she gets the picture.”

Namjoon’s voice greeted your ears and you’d never been so relieved as you turned to join him at the door. There was joking in his tone but also a clear edge of dominance. “I’d ask that you kindly refrain from calling our girl pet. You’ve caused quite a stir in the younger ones.”

Void raised his hands in surrender, an indecipherable smirk tugging at his lips. “Of course. Forgive my mistake. It won’t happen again.”

He bowed to you, making you blush as he rose, winking your way. “Apologies to you as well miss. Have a good night...and do call for me should anyone ever try to harm you again. I’d be more than happy to intervene.” His eyes were so overjoyed when he said it...you didn’t doubt his words at all.

You could barely manage a shaky smile and nod as Namjoon took a firm hold of your wrist and dragged you out to the bar where the others waited. Jimin instantly tugged you towards him, disguising his hug as a chokehold as his arm went around your throat but you recognized it for what it was. “Don’t you ever fucking run off like that again. Or you won’t walk for a week.” He hissed, eyes cold and dead, nothing like the cheerful boy you typically knew.

Jungkook scoffed, voice thick with irritation. “You’re the one who said she should leave the house. Pets don’t get to leave the house till they’re trained.” You swallowed hard as he shot a disinterested glare your way.

All of them were different, they had to be and thankfully they’d warned you in advance.

Still didn’t prepare you for the way your body reacted to their degradation, despite trying to hold it back.

Your thoughts drifted to the large Mark now forever engraved onto your back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it’d truly made any difference at all.

Your eyes glazed as your mind thought back to the time when it’d all happened, a mere 3 hours ago now.

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“You're sure you want to do this?”

Jin asked for what felt like the 30th time. You couldn't blame him for being overly cautious though. He was just looking out for you and making sure this was something you wouldn't ever come to regret.

You nodded, swallowing any nervousness you had left. You trusted these boys with your life. They'd already protected you once… why should you doubt them now?

“Lie on your back on the bed, make sure you're in a comfortable position since we're going to have to paralyze you. We could accidentally kill you if you make a sudden movement we're not prepared for. It's unlikely with our enhanced senses but I'm sure we'd all rather be safe than sorry.”

Namjoon's voice was soothing despite his demands and you compiled without complaint, doing exactly as they asked. It was admittedly a bit embarrassing for you to be seen shirtless by all of them at once since you hadn't had a session with all of them together but since they'd all seen your bare upper half at one point or another, you weren't nearly as flustered as you thought you'd be.

“Let’s go through the process once more, just to be clear.”

Jimin piped up and you almost groaned but you nodded reluctantly, knowing they were just as nervous as you, especially the younger ones. Jungkook hadn’t even commented on your half-naked frame that’s how you knew he was more on edge than he appeared, arms crossed and expression neutral. Your attention was once again taken, this time by Yoongi.

“Alright. It’s pretty self-explanatory. For our part, we’re sharing pieces of our soul with her but we need to be careful not to overwhelm her with too much of one soul. It has to be entirely even otherwise the Mark could fail. We’ll be biting the shape of the hexagram. You can bite at whichever point you wish, but Seokjin gets the bite in the center, as he’ll be finishing off the Mark and drawing the shape with her blood right after. As for you…” He turned to look at you, expression serious. “It’s going to hurt. The initial bites won’t be too unbearable since we’ve marked you before but once Seokjin seals the Mark by drawing the hexagram in your blood it'll be burned in whatever place it deems it should go. The Mark has a mind of its own in a sense. It’ll depend on where you instinctually need it. For us, our Marks appear where we’ve bitten you most recently and we’ve experienced far more pain than your fragile Human body so it will barely have an effect on us.”

You nodded in understanding, as did the others and took a deep breath, watching as the boy's eyes all changed to their natural black and approached your form.

“All set? I’m going to paralyze you now babygirl.”

Namjoon’s voice was the only warning you got before you felt control over your body fade. You tried to tense at the odd sensation but true to his word you were completely paralyzed from the neck down until he released you.

Hoseok stepped forward first, winking playfully at you which made you crack a smile before he licked the area he intended to bite, making a shiver go through you despite your body staying completely still. It was an odd sensation but you were quickly brought back to the present as Hoseok’s teeth glinted when they sharpened before he bit down. You bit your own lip at the pain but it wasn’t enough to make you cry out anymore. It was more instinct to tense, like when you got a shot, or right before you ripped a bandaid off. He pulled back after Taehyung growled low in his throat, licking your leftover blood into his mouth and pressing a kiss to your ear with a mumbled. “So far so good pretty girl.”

Taehyung stepped up next, leaning over your motionless body to observe Hoseok’s initial mark as he pondered where he wanted his to go, choosing the bottom left point as opposed to Hoseok’s center top. Once he knew where he was marking he wasted little time and dove in, taking your skin gently between his teeth and pulling slightly in an attempt to numb the area before he bit down. Thanks to his thoughtfulness, his hurt less than Hobi’s though you still sighed as he pulled away. He seemed less messy as well, none of your blood lingering on his lips like with Hoseok.

Namjoon strode forward, a pillar of confidence and fearlessness for the others to follow but you saw the way his eyes lingered a bit too long on the two bite marks already present, noticed the way his shoulders were tensed. “Hey. You gonna bite me or what?" You teased lightly, even though when his eyes met yours there was nothing but gentleness held within your irises. You didn’t want to make it obvious you knew he was on edge to the others...he valued his pride too much and you knew he wouldn’t like for the others to ever see him as weak. He smirked at you but his touch was gentle as his warm palms met your skin, trying to keep you still despite there not being a need. His own way of showing you comfort, you assumed.

“Oh, I’m gonna bite you alright.”

He flashed his sharpened teeth your way before using his enhanced speed to bite you on the bottom center beside Taehyung’s mark, making you yelp though it was over as quickly as he’d started.

Jungkook was impatient and anxious both, you could easily tell. He didn’t try to hide it as Namjoon did and therefore the others offered him comfort before he even reached you. Jin ruffled his hair as he passed while Taehyung poked the boy's side to make him jump and grin briefly just before he reached you. You raised an amused eyebrow his way, a giggle bleeding into your words as you teased him. “I never knew you were ticklish Kookie~” You taunted, even using the nickname the others used to mock him further. He smirked at your retort, clearly relaxing as he cracked his neck and laughed.

“Careful. You're totally paralyzed right now cutie. It’d be way too easy to take advantage of that to see just how sensitive you are. Something tells me you’re worse than me~”

You scoffed even as your cheeks colored at his correct assumption and he hummed at your lack of response knowingly before leaning down to sink his teeth beside Hoseok’s mark to the right, though the squeeze he gave your side as he bit down distracted you from the pain and made you barely feel it. He sent a smug grin your way as he retreated, sticking his tongue out childishly. “Told you so!”

Yoongi stepped up next, all calm nonchalance as he took in your state for a moment before smiling fondly and kissing the area next to Namjoon’s mark, the final one to the left. He suddenly changed course though and bit down on the remaining spot beside Hoseok’s instead, catching you off guard though you were so focused on the surprise the sting was a mere afterthought. Cat-like eyes gazed meaningfully into yours before he leaned down again, this time towards your face and you found your cheeks heating as he pecked your forehead, an uncharacteristically gentle gesture from him, especially in front of the others, not that you were complaining.

Jimin cooed at you as he approached, eyes disappearing as he grinned at you despite his earlier worries. Apparently, seeing the way the others had soothed you and your teasing disposition also brought him comfort as well. “You’ve really got Yoongi-hyung wrapped around your finger huh?” He giggled even as said male hissed with a venomous glare.

“Shut it.”

Jimin continued, unabated.“That’s okay! I know I love you the most!” His declaration was so sincere your cheeks turned darker and your gaze flicked away from his for a moment in embarrassment. When you looked back, he simply giggled again and bent over you to create the final mark before Seokjin’s. You felt his warm breath caress the bottom left area Yoongi had abandoned in favor of taking you by surprise. He took his time, unlike the others, giving where he was planning to bite kitten licks until you wanted to squirm before he bit down. It stung, but he quickly soothed it once again with his tongue, eyes apologetic as they flashed red at the taste of your blood on his tongue.

Seokjin didn’t step forward for a moment, merely meeting your gaze from a bit across the room. Eventually, he did, but he took his time getting to you and once he reached you he reached down to your face, examining your expression before he mumbled. “...There will be no going back once I do this. The following pain will be agonizing. You’re aware of this and still wish to go through with it, yes?” You nodded instantly, knowing even a moment's hesitation would be enough to make him question you anew. He was truly serious and being his full self, he only got this eloquent when he deemed the situation dire enough.

“I’m ready when you are.”

He nodded and without further preamble his teeth were buried in your skin briefly, creating the final mark. He didn’t waste time, not rushing but clearly wanting to make this go as quickly as possible for you. He applied pressure to the small wounds now creating a full hexagram right above the center of your breasts to draw out more blood to complete the Mark. His eyes flickered, going between their typical black and red as he drew the symbol. He met your eyes before completing it, and only at your nod did he draw his now reddened index finger up in the final swipe.

All was quiet for a brief moment. There was nothing but peaceful bliss that you took in gratefully.

Then you felt as if the fires of Hell itself were licking at your back and screams of agonizing pain burst forth from your lips. You didn’t beg, didn’t whine. Between the violent thrashes of your head you could make out the guilt-ridden expression of Jimin, the frightened one of Jungkook, Yoongi clenching his fists at his sides so as to hold himself back from helping you, Hoseok’s hard expression despite his leg going a mile a minute, Taehyung’s frantically moving hands above your body; wanting to help but knowing he couldn’t touch you with pure agony of his own clouding his expression. You didn’t want to be the cause of their pain. You turned your gaze to Namjoon, meeting his eyes. He was holding back better than some of the others and if it weren’t for the way he tongued the inside of his cheek you would have been none the wiser. You caught his gaze and you knew he didn’t want to do as your eyes were asking. You snarled at him through the pain as you saw Jimin look away from your tormented body with a cough you fucking knew was a stifled sob. “Do it damnit!!”

Namjoon growled in irritation, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. It was at himself, for not being stronger, for making you have to ask him at all because he was a coward.

He flicked his wrist and his eyes followed suit to the floor as your voice abruptly faded, going completely silent as tears blurred your vision, both from the horrible pain, and the suffering you were causing to your family perhaps even more so. The flames licked higher, engulfing the entire middle of your back now and causing the tears you’d desperately tried to hold back to cascade down your cheeks unabated.

You closed your eyes, intent on riding the pain out only to open them again as you felt a hand brushing away your tears. You glared at Yoongi, cursing him for trying to be so fucking strong when you could feel the way he was crumbling apart inside, bit by bit at seeing you in such a state. You suddenly wished for your voice again, if only to scream at him to leave, to stop putting himself through this.

You felt another hand, this time holding your own. Somehow you recognized who it was without even needing to raise your head. Jimin. As your other hand was grabbed by Hoseok you realized why you felt so especially connected to the boys, now more than ever. It was the Mark at work, compiling the things you’d noticed about the boys over the past 2 weeks and making it as easy to read them as breathing to you. Was this what they’d been able to do to you since the beginning? The thought made you wince. Seokjin began petting your hair and you realized dazedly despite your uncontrollable sobbing that the pain was dying down. You didn’t know how long it had gone on for, and truthfully, it didn’t matter. It was almost done, finally. The realization only made you cry harder.

As you began coming back to yourself from your pain-filled nightmare you suddenly realized Jungkook had been tearfully mumbling to you, along with Taehyung.

“You’re gonna be okay, it’s only for a little bit longer. Please hold on.”

You’d never heard Jungkook so vulnerable save that time in the dressing room, and definitely never this soft-spoken, even then.

Taehyung meanwhile was trying to distract you. “Hey, when you come down from this, let’s play video games together okay? You can join Jungkook and I in our matches! It’ll be a lot more fun if you join!”

Unfortunately, their quiet voices weren’t loud enough to drown out Namjoon’s fuming growls at Seokjin.

“I fucking told you she wasn’t ready Seokjin and you assured me she’d be fine. That she could handle it! Does she look like she’s handling it!?”

Seokjin was nothing but calm as he pet your head, soothingly running his long digits through your hair as he observed Namjoon with calculating eyes.

“Quite frankly, I don’t think you’re handling it Namjoon. I warned both you, and her how bad the pain would be-”

“She was going by a Human’s view of agonizing not a demons!!”

Jin pursed his lips.

“...It means the same thing Namjoon. I get that you’re worried but you need to calm down. Your elevated panic is only going to make her feel worse.”

Namjoon glared daggers at Jin for a moment who merely stared back impassively until Namjoon huffed and collapsed in the nearby armchair, clearly exhausted.

“Can you knock it off!? You’re both making her upset.” Jimin now was hissing at the two.

It wasn’t long until the others joined in and just as they were about to break out into full-on shouting your voice croaked out.

“If someone doesn’t check and make sure this fucking Mark thing worked so help me I’m going to kill all of you.”

Your voice was quiet and hoarse from your earlier shouting but the boys’ heads all snapped to you the second your voice escaped. You chuckled weakly. “Wish I could take a picture right now with what a rare sight this is. All of you quiet. Haha…” Your laugh trailed off into a cough, and Namjoon was the first to reach you despite being the farthest away as he helped you to sit up, touch gentle as if he were afraid he’d break you. As he sat you up his eyes widened in surprise before he smiled.

“...Well, it worked alright.”

He held out his hand and immediately Yoongi placed his phone in his palm which Namjoon used to take a picture of your back, now with a large black hexagram in the center, taking up most of your back. He showed it to you and your eyes widened in awe. “Wow...it’s big.” You confessed.

Yoongi suddenly let out the air between his teeth harshly in surprise making you whirl to look at him and whimper as a brief burning sensation occurred in the area just below your collarbone above your left breast. 6 other small burning sensations followed all over your body though no mark appeared as you were merely experiencing the phantom pain of them receiving their own Marks.

Their Marks became scorched in their skin much faster than yours but theirs were also significantly smaller.

After all was said and done they let you relax for an hour or so before mentioning if you didn't want to go to Void's, they could notify him and wait. You denied this, immediately.

"No way! The whole reason I got this Mark was so we could do this and show demonkind I'm yours."

You blushed a bit at the blunt confession and only turned darker as they smirked and Jimin cooed at you. They all smothered you with affection and attention but all too soon they were piling into a limo with you in tow, skin-tight black dress making you fidgety.

"You'll be okay Babygirl. Please try not to worry. We won't let you out of our sight. If for some reason we do get separated just yell that you belong to the Bangtan clan. Void will intervene. It's not ideal; but at least we'll know you're safe.'

Namjoons voice was quiet and subdued but confident and his words had indeed proved true in the end.

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Now you were all at the bar and you looked up in surprise as a girl you didn't recognize came up to Namjoon. "I have a victim prepared for you."

Namjoons eyes flicked to the frightened male in her grasp and you saw his lips twitch upwards in cruel amusement before he waved his hand towards you.

"I appreciate it as always Azra but it won't be necessary any longer. We have a permanent pet now. I'm sure Void will enjoy a new toy though. "

Azra apparently, looked at you and pursued her lips in analysis before she nodded.

"...I see. I understand Master Namjoon."

You stiffened and Yoongi curled his arm around your shoulders in a feigned motion of strength though you knew it was a comforting gesture. No-one called him that but you. Azra must have noticed your quiet fury since she giggled. "Sorry- forgot you were Marked pretty thing. I'll be careful from now on." She said, holding back her laughter with difficulty though her words were genuine.

You relaxed slightly and Yoongi's arm reluctantly left your shoulder as he turned to talk to Hoseok who was next to him. The boys were all sitting in oddly ornate chairs despite everyone else sitting in simple bar stools. You supposed they got special treatment as they were so close with Void. You were situated on your own but flinched before relaxing as Taehyung lifted you momentarily before gently placing you on his lap as he sat down in the seat you'd previously been occupying.

"Thanks for keeping my seat warm for me kitten. Glad to know you're at least good for something other than keeping us fed like a good little slut."

The whimper that fell from your lips was anything but fake; as was the smirk the boys all briefly shared at your reaction. Maybe the Mark wasn’t so good after all. It ensured you’d never be able to hide a reaction from them again, not that you ever really succeeded beforehand, but at least the sensations they knew you were feeling were muted to them. Now you were positive they could and would always be able to feel every last remnant of the tingles and pleasure they made you feel.

Somehow that only served to turn you on more.

Just as you were starting to squirm a little too much on Taehyung's thigh, an unfamiliar hand interrupted you as he reached towards you; specifically aiming for underneath your dress. You cowered back into Taehyung who let out a low, demonic snarl that made you shiver. He rubbed your arms soothingly, but his black eyes never left the daring demon who was roughly forced to his knees by a tall woman with red skin much to your surprise. An ifrit.

"Apologize."

She hissed lowly, and you shivered slightly at the demonic sound even though you'd heard it many times by now.

Your mind was spinning as she forced the demon's head to the floor by his neck in a humble bow. Why did she care about how another demon treated Taehyung? He could take care of himself.

Speaking of…

He stared impassively down at the now bent over boy.

"...I never want to see him in this club again."

You turned to look at Seokjin, startled by his coldness. Sure; they'd said to be prepared for cruelty but you'd been expecting a slap on the wrist and that was it.

Hoseok scoffed suddenly and you were surprised to feel Yoongi pulling you onto his lap instead and hiding your face in his chest.

You attempted to pull back but he held firm and you quickly learned why as you heard a tortured scream from the male.

"That's what's going to happen to you if you so much as think of our catch again."

Without even seeing Hoseok you could visualize his sneer as he spat the words out.

"Y-You can't do-"

The sound of skin on skin graced your ears and you whimpered as Yoongi pushed you deeper into him, shushing you quietly.

"We can and will do as we see fit. Deny us again. I can assure you you won't like the results."

Jimin's voice was filled with venom. You don't think you'd ever heard him sound so terrifying even when he'd threatened you.

"Take him away. I never want to see him again unless he's begging for mercy."

Namjoon dismissed him and you heard the demon starting to plead in the distance. Yoongi's grip finally loosened and you hadn't realized you'd begun trembling until Jungkook's hands gently cradled your own.

"I-I'm fine don't-"

"My Lords, Sir Void has prepared a room for you to retire."

You blinked and looked to the boys in confusion.

"Lords?"

You heard Taehyung chuckle to your right as Seokjin blinked at you.

"Sorry kitten; I guess we forgot to clue you in, given your our little slut and all." He smirked suavely, though you saw the way his eyes flicked to the demons watching his every move intently, wordlessly showing you that he was acting this way out of obligation and you'd need to follow suit.

"We're the next rulers of Hell. Aren't you lucky to be serving such respectable masters, hn?"

Your doe-like gaze and shock didn't need to be faked as your mouth went dry.

They...They were what!?

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A/N: And there you have it; chapter 4!!! It’s been a long time coming and there’s a lack of smut and teasing as in some of the prior chapters but I hope you like it nonetheless since I worked my ass off on it!

Please leave feedback guys- I’m a bit desperate here after all the bad shit I’ve been going through and some nice discussion and fun back and forth about what you think would really be freaking nice. Love you guys!!

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