#vixen's flame

[mesu-senshi]

MHA Fanfic Continuation: "Vixen's Flame"

OC: Danielle Bun

Alias: Vixen - Quirk: Kitsune

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Part 7.5 (Dabi's POV)

A Quiet Morning After

The hideout was silent when I returned. The usual mess of League members and their chaotic energy was nowhere to be found, leaving an eerie calm. Even the walls seemed to breathe easier without the usual tension hanging in the air.

I couldn’t stop replaying last night in my head.

Everything felt different. The way Dani looked at me, the way her fingers lingered on my skin like she was grounding herself in me. And I let her. I let her. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so fucking present in something, anything. But last night... it was like everything that mattered had blurred into one endless moment of heat and tenderness and rawness that had no place in my world, but somehow, I didn’t care.

We hadn’t just kissed. We didn’t just share some rushed, messy sex. No. We connected. It was different this time.

I know I’m not good at this. I’ve spent so many years being numb, being disconnected from people, that I’ve built up an armor around myself. I never let anyone close enough to hurt me. But with Dani? Dani’s different. I couldn’t keep the distance anymore, no matter how much I tried to bury it, no matter how much I needed to protect myself from anything that might make me feel like I was more than just a weapon to be used. But last night, that armor? It didn’t feel necessary. It didn’t feel like a shield.

I felt her. I felt every kiss, every soft caress, the way her touch made my chest tighten and my thoughts scatter. She had a way of making it all seem real—more real than anything I’d ever let myself believe. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t alone in my own mind.

The way she melted into me when we kissed, how her fingers ran down my back, tracing over my scars like she knew they were part of me, part of my history. And fuck, the way she looked at me—really looked at me, like she saw past the flames, past the anger, and into the broken pieces no one ever dared to look at. I let her. I wanted her to see it.

And when we made love?

Shit. That wasn’t just physical. It was raw and desperate and full of everything we’d both been hiding for so long. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch when I touched her. She pulled me in, just like I pulled her in, like we couldn’t get close enough. Her body, her warmth, everything about her felt like something I needed. Something I wanted.

There was no pretending, no acting. No game. Just two people—two fucked-up, broken people—finally admitting that they wanted each other. That they needed each other.

I can’t say it was love—not yet. Maybe it is, but I don’t know how to name something like that. But there was a part of me that felt... whole with her. More whole than I’ve ever felt, even in my own skin. It wasn’t just about sex, or affection, or even the idea of having someone at my back. It was something deeper. Something more dangerous. Because I knew I wasn’t supposed to want it, but I did.

And now? Now, we were back at the hideout. I should be acting like I always do—cold, distant, unaffected—but it’s fucking hard when I can still feel the heat of her body against mine, the soft whispers of her voice, the way she had whispered my name like she was carving it into her soul.

As much as I hate it, I can’t stop thinking about her. About us. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. Not like this. But the truth is... I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with this feeling. I can’t bury it. I can’t pretend it’s nothing. It’s something. And I think she feels it too.

I’d never admit it out loud—not to her, not to anyone—but part of me wants to keep her close. Part of me wants to protect her, to hold onto her and let her be my fucking anchor in this world of chaos. But I can’t get too soft. I can’t be that guy. Not with everything we’ve both done. Not in the life I live.

But she... she makes me want to be different. Makes me want to be more than just the flame-wielding asshole who burns everything he touches.

It’s fucked up. But somehow, it feels right.

I shake my head as I pour myself a drink, ignoring the emptiness that’s still gnawing at me.

God, I’m not sure what the hell is happening between us. But I do know one thing: I’m not ready to let it go. Not yet. Not now.

Not when I’m finally starting to feel like I’m not alone in this damn world.

[bizlybebo]

coughs up blood

[demon-blood-youths]

The Misadventures of the Panther and Dragon || Closed RP

@the-silver-peahen-residence ( Jinx ) hangs out with Ink

It's another day in New York City. A bustling city with lots of activity. Things happened here and there in the Big Apple. However, when there is so much to do, there is also so little time leading to indecisiveness.

"Ugh...." Ink is at Central Park, hanging out with Jinx, leader of the Cursed Vixens. She is sipping her soda and looks over to her, "Jinx? Got any ideas on what to do today?"

[a-bluedream-posts]

Dehya by Kittew

[a-ferins-fire]

So is your hair made of hair or fire? I cannot tell, does it glow?

*He sighs exasperatedly.* No. With my magic, it is set ablaze. It does not glow, and my hair is not burnt away because it's magic fire.

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Infernal Flame Vixen

"2 Pyro-Type Level 4 monsters Once per turn: You can detach 1 Xyz Material from this card; this card gains 500 ATK until your opponent's End Phase. When this card with 2500 or more ATK is destroyed: Target 3 monsters in any Graveyard(s); banish those targets."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

To the fraction leaders; has Wyvern been around or caused any other destruction? I'm sure he might have?

@demon-blood-youths

Rex, Jinx, Ashley, Yuuka, and Willow remain silent thinking about it. However, they said nothing to just sigh.

"Lets just say he's caused a bit of something here and there. But nothing too damaging?" Rex grumbled while he was having his arms crossed trying not to be upset knowing that sword does have it's own soul but it was still a powerful one.

"What d..do you mean brother did he-"

"Lets just say it's going to be a while before I can get some new.....walls for the hide out but they will be fixed later this week." He sighed.

"O..Oh dear. That explains the huge mess from before?" Ashley asked to see her big brother not answer. "And t..the same for Kali being mad from before?"

"Yes. I was being sure she was alright first...before coming home seeing what happened to my hideout."

"Well, that explains a lot. Though, we can't be angry about it. Wyvern is just being himself. I mean, I'm sure he don't mean any harm." Jinx said.

"And yet he also caused the cave in of a building when you and your team were on a mission that one time when the DBT helped?" Rex said seeing Jinx sweatdrop.

"Uhhhhhhh..."

"It's something we are well known to what h..he does. Even if it's scary to see him from time t..to time. I already lost my green house from the last time he smashed through it again." Ashley pokes her fingers together.

"Wait, again!? But it's the 10th time this month!" Yuu said worried.

"It's okay. R..really! I don't blame Ink or anything. It takes a while to re grow everything but I don't mind it." Ashley waves her hand to reassure it's fine.

"....Even so..."

"And what of you Yuuka?" Willow asked.

"Not much after the first time it wrecked through our hideout/home. We haven't seen or heard from him since that day. Or maybe I'm wrong given we go on missions but we don't know if we heard the woosh noise from planes or from her greatsword." she sweatdrops.

"Uh huh. And you Willow?" Rex said to see the phoenix silent.

"I..haven't heard anything of what this greatsword has done in the area where me and Ethan is. But..who knows? I get the feeling it might happen sooner than I think.." she mutters with a sweatdrop.

"Though...is he really that destructive from what you all say?" she asked seeing Rex, Yuuka, Jinx, and Ashley look at one another then at her.

"Yeah..."

".....Oh dear."

[needlenxggin]

just gonna drop some tags for his shippies uwu

[mesu-senshi]

MHA Fanfic Continuation: "Vixen's Flame"

OC: Danielle Bun

Alias: Vixen - Quirk: Kitsune

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Part 7.

The League’s safe house wasn’t luxurious—far from it. It was cramped, with creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper, the kind of place no one looked twice at. That anonymity made it perfect for hiding, but comfort? Not so much.

By the time they’d finished divvying up the few usable beds, it was obvious someone would end up sharing. When Twice and Toga exchanged smirks before grabbing the last bed, leaving only a narrow twin mattress in the corner, Dani narrowed her eyes.

“They’re doing this on purpose,” she muttered.

“Obviously,” Dabi drawled, leaning against the wall with his usual nonchalance. “They think it’s funny.”

Dani shot him a glance, her cheeks warming slightly. The two of them had been skirting the edges of something for weeks now—something unspoken, something electric. “You could always sleep on the floor,” she teased, crossing her arms.

“And miss the chance to make you uncomfortable?” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Not a chance.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

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The Shared Bed

Later that night, the room was silent except for the soft creaks of the building settling. Dani lay on one side of the bed, her back pressed against the wall, while Dabi sprawled on the other, one arm slung over his eyes.

The bed was narrow enough that their arms brushed, even with both of them trying to keep space.

“This is stupid,” Dani muttered, shifting slightly.

“Agreed,” Dabi replied, his voice muffled. “But I’m not moving.”

She huffed, though she wasn’t really annoyed. There was a strange sort of comfort in his presence, even if she’d never admit it.

Minutes passed in silence. She thought he might have fallen asleep when his voice cut through the darkness.

“You’re fidgeting.”

“You’re taking up all the space.”

He snorted softly but didn’t argue. After a moment, Dani sighed, sitting up slightly.

“Okay, come here,” she said, her tone softer than usual.

Dabi tilted his head to glance at her, one eyebrow raised. “What?”

“You’re clearly uncomfortable, and I’m not spending the whole night fighting for room. Just—” She tugged at his arm gently, guiding him to lay down against her. “Get over here.”

For a moment, he didn’t move, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he shifted, laying his head against her chest.

Dani wrapped her arms around him, her fingers brushing against his hair. “See? Not so bad.”

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The Cuddle Session

At first, Dabi was stiff, like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. But as her fingers combed gently through his hair, he began to relax. His breathing evened out, and the tension in his shoulders eased as he melted into her touch.

Dani couldn’t help but smile, the corners of her lips curling upward as she felt him finally let go. For someone who exuded so much fire and confidence, he seemed almost fragile in her arms.

“Dabi,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You can let go, you know. You don’t have to keep carrying everything by yourself.”

He didn’t reply, but the way his hand clutched at her side, his fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, spoke volumes.

For a long while, they stayed like that. Dani traced soothing circles along his back, her touch slow and deliberate. Dabi’s breathing grew heavier, his head tucked against her neck like he was trying to disappear into her.

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The Kiss

“Dani,” he said softly, his voice rough and barely audible.

“Yeah?”

He lifted his head slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. The look in his eyes was vulnerable, unguarded in a way she’d never seen before.

“I don’t… I don’t know what this is,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “But whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.”

Her heart squeezed at his words. Slowly, she cupped his face, her thumb brushing against the staples in his skin. “It doesn’t have to,” she whispered.

Dabi leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he opened them again, searching her face. And then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, he closed the distance between them.

The kiss was soft, almost tentative at first, as though he was afraid it might break something. But as Dani’s lips moved against his, warmth flooded through both of them, chasing away the cold edges of their world.

When they finally pulled apart, Dani rested her forehead against his, a small smile playing on her lips. “Still think this is stupid?” she teased gently.

Dabi huffed a quiet laugh, his hand sliding up to cradle her face. “Maybe. But it’s our kind of stupid.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, they both allowed themselves to simply exist in the moment—together.

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The night stretched on, and every kiss was a silent confession, a surrender. They couldn’t stop—each time their lips met, it was as if they were both letting go of everything they’d been holding inside. Every lingering touch, every breathless pause, only fueled the desire to have more, to claim and be claimed, to break down the walls they’d built so high between them.

Dabi’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressing into hers with a hunger that neither of them had expected. They were tangled in each other now, no more teasing, no more pretending it was just a passing moment. This was real, this was them.

His lips found her neck, a trail of kisses down her throat that made her shiver, made her gasp. Dani’s hands traced the curve of his back, pulling him closer, her own body arching up to meet him. Her heart raced in sync with his, both of them lost in the overwhelming tide of heat and connection.

"Do you want this?" Dabi's voice was raw, barely a whisper against her skin, but it held the weight of the question that had been simmering between them for so long.

She didn’t hesitate. "Yes," she breathed, her hands tugging him back to her lips, claiming him in the most intimate way possible. The kiss deepened, urgent now, as if they were both trying to consume each other whole.

Dabi’s fingers brushed the sides of her shirt, his touch hesitant but filled with need. Dani shivered beneath him, her hands moving to pull him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist as their bodies aligned perfectly. No more hesitation, no more second-guessing. They were here, together, in this moment.

The kisses continued, frantic and passionate, a tangled mess of lips, skin, and unspoken emotions. Their hands moved over each other’s bodies, tracing the soft curves and hard edges, the lines of muscles and scars that told the stories they had never shared aloud.

Each touch, each caress, felt like a revelation. Dani’s fingers brushed over Dabi’s tattoos, tracing the flames, feeling the heat of them, as if she could unlock every part of him. His hands found her curves, pulling her closer, his lips never straying far from hers, as if the mere act of kissing was not enough to satiate the fire that had ignited between them.

They didn’t speak, not much. They didn’t need to. The shared looks—those fleeting moments where their gazes met and held, silent understanding passing between them—spoke louder than words ever could.

Clothes slowly disappeared, discarded carelessly on the floor, their need to be closer than they ever had been overriding any shred of hesitation. Their bodies met, skin on skin, in a beautiful, chaotic embrace, as if every part of them were trying to get closer, to become one.

Dabi’s kisses moved lower, his lips tracing a line from her mouth down to her collarbone, then to the soft curve of her breast. Dani arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair, urging him closer, her breath coming faster with every touch.

Every kiss was a promise—a promise to never let go, to never pull away again. His hands roamed over her, exploring, claiming, while she did the same, marking him as hers in a way that felt both dangerous and exhilarating.

And when the night seemed to stretch endlessly, when they thought they couldn’t go on, they found each other again, tangled in the sheets, unable to stop. A kiss shared on the tips of fingers, a kiss pressed deep into the curve of her neck, a kiss whispered across the contours of his chest. There was nothing but each other, nothing but the warmth and the heat and the way their bodies fit together as if they were always meant to be.

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The Morning After

Dawn crept through the blinds, the pale light spilling across the room and painting the chaos of their night in soft, golden hues. Dani woke first, the gentle sound of Dabi’s breath filling the silence as she turned her head to find him lying beside her, his arm draped lazily across her waist.

She blinked slowly, her mind still clouded with the remnants of the night, the fire they’d shared, the moments of vulnerability that had made them both raw and real. The sheets were tangled around them, a mess of limbs and bodies and whispered words.

She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him just yet, her eyes studying the marks on his skin, the faint burn scars that were a part of him, part of his past. Her fingers traced them gently, her touch tender, as though she were memorizing every inch of him.

Dabi stirred, his eyes flickering open, meeting hers. There was no uncertainty in his gaze this time, no walls. Only raw honesty, vulnerability.

“Morning,” Dani said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Dabi chuckled, his voice still hoarse. “Didn’t think we’d still be here.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” she replied, her hand reaching up to gently brush his hair from his forehead. The intimacy of the moment, the softness between them, felt surreal after everything they had been through.

He propped himself up on his elbow, gazing at her with that same unreadable expression. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to stick around after last night.”

Dani’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She cupped his face gently, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I want to,” she whispered. “I want this.”

The air between them shifted, the tension from the night melting away as Dabi lowered himself back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice full of warmth, “me too.”

For once, it felt like they didn’t have to pretend, like they didn’t have to fight. They were just two people, lying together, vulnerable and connected in a way that neither of them had expected. The world outside the room could wait. For now, it was just them.

And for the first time in a long time, Dani felt at peace. And so did Dabi.

[bizlybebo]

idk if i’ve said it recently but mutuals i seriosuly appreciate you all so bad. i may not always have the spoons 2 respond in a timely fashion or at all but i’m srsly soso glad i met all of you. u guys make the internet more bearable and i love talking to youuu augh<333

[demon-blood-youths]

A Happy Halloween Demon Party || Closed Rp

@the-silver-peahen-residence

"Hey Jinx! How's your costume coming along?" Asked Ink as she is already dressed in her costume. The party has been set up, all the invitations were sent and a handful of people came early.

"You need help?" She asked her, checking up on her.

[simpalert]

guess who spent a good chunk of their life making a whole list of all my lord ocs

...

this gal thats who

[heartfeltflame]

{Yuji Tag Post}

[arcthriftjockey]

Charades of Muscular Animals

[shalomniscient]

That feixiao post…

Feixiao growling in your ear as she works her knot in, her grip tightening, pulling you closer. Tighter.

[nsft utc]

cw. omegaverse

the first time you take her knot is certainly a challenge. she’s just so… thick, forcing hiccuping whines from your lips every time she bumps it against your lower lips. feixiao huffs and grunts above you, large hands intermittently squeezing at your soft waist. your own are digging into her back, clawing into her tattoo in a way that has shivers running up and down her spine. she kisses the corner of your mouth, lightly nipping to refocus your scattered attention, halfway-drunk on pheromones and her scent. it settles thick in the air around you, lining the insides of your lungs and only adding fuel to the flames of your desire.

“relax, little vixen,” feixiao breathes, her lips shifting lower to press kisses along your jaw. her teeth scrape down the sensitive flesh of your neck, lithe tongue darting out to taste the sheen of sweat on your skin, right over your pulse point. you shiver and whine, a sound so intrinsically omega that it has her jerking her hips a little more forcefully in response, her knot pushing against your tight entrance.

“b-big, ‘s too big,” you whimper, and feixiao growls deep in her throat before sinking her teeth into the slope of your neck, just above where it meets your shoulder. almost a mating bite. it has the desired response from you, as you keen out her name in a lovely cry, arching off the bed and into her muscular frame. she feels your inner walls relax ever so briefly, and with a grunt, presses forward.

you stretch beautifully around her knot, blind instinct driving you forward to lean up and bite down into her shoulder. she hisses and tightens her grip on you, hands sliding down from your waist and lower to your hips, before stopping at the curve of your ass into your thigh. she hoists your legs up, spreading them further for her, opening you, and pushes more of her knot inside you as you writhe beneath her. babbles of her name spill from your pretty, kiss-swollen lips, and feixiao pants as she feels your cunt clench around her length that she’s already stuffed inside you.

“jus’ a little more, vixen,” she coos, strained from the effort of holding herself back. tears like raindrops line your eyes and cling to your lashes in thick clumps, and a soothing, rumbling purr spills from her throat at the sight. “almost there, sweet girl, almost there—“she can feel your wetness drip out of your drooling cunt, smearing the last few milimeters of her knot in slick. she kisses you one last time before pulling you towards her as she moves forward, and her knot slips inside you with a slick pop.

the result is instantaneous. your eyes roll all the way back into your head as you scream her name, loud enough that she’s sure her neighbors heard. squirt sprays from your cunt as you seize around her, squeezing so tightly around her cock like you need it to survive. feixiao’s breath turns ragged as she holds herself back from cumming inside you immediately like some kit whose balls just dropped, but it takes so much effort that her hands that have left your legs to grip the sheets rip the fine silk fabric. her knot swells impossibly larger, locking her inside you.

when some semblance of thought returns to you, you find yourself staring up into her teal eyes, dark with desire. feixiao’s long hair forms a curtain around her face as she looks down at you. one hand drags over the bulge she forms in your tummy and you moan at the touch, thighs twitching around her waist. your moan turns into a cry as she presses down with the flat of her palm, as if trying to feel her dick inside you. she groans at the sight and the sound of you, before gripping the flesh of your thighs and snapping her hips forward. the fat tip of her cock smushes against the spongy bunch of nerves inside you and you claw your nails down her back in return.

feixiao grins at that, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Which tragic death would you suffer?

Breezy Hurricane

the betrayal

you die at the hands of the person you love most. maybe there are tears in their eyes as they drive the sword into your chest, maybe there is none. there are certainly tears in yours. your mouth will open to ask 'why' only to spit blood instead. you will die never knowing if they loved you at all, wondering if you could've done something to prevent this, or if it was always going to end this way.

Davion Eldwurm

((I think I'll give him this as a last name))

the prophetic hero

you die saving the world, as you were always supposed to. peace comes only with your blood. the world will remember you for centuries. they will write poems, create art, and film movies all about you. no one will remember what you were before your death. maybe you don't even know it either. you have spent so long saving the world time after time that there is nothing left of you except the heroism. you die never knowing love.

tagged by: @demon-blood-youths (Thank you so much. :3)

Tagging: @ask-the-monster-nest @chunibyo-x-sorcerer (Kisho) @demonic-x-sorcerers (Rioto) @within-the-resort @kitxkatrp (Pick any character you like)

And others that wish to steal this. Have fun <3