You Don’t Understand, DanVerNero Is Like The Peak Of Yaoi

The ninja and their god forms (like Nya when she becomes the sea) based on this concept by @superstar-rockin-jay (pls click on it the quality is bad again)

Yeah so I reworked my previous designs, I’m not 100% satisfied bc they aren’t really coherent and I think I based it a little too much on the cultures I hc them as but hey speaking of:

- Kai is inspired bc mayan and aztec culture

- Jay (who has probably the weakest design) is inspired bc norse and celtic culture

- Cole is inspired by indian culture

- Zane is a tricky one bc I hc him as japanese but I didn’t really find any patterns that would match the rest of the ninjas designs so I also took inspo from inuit patterns (EDIT: I removed the inuit inspired tattoos since I’ve been told they’re scared and shouldn’t be used or drawn by non-indigenous people)

- Lloyd is inspired by polynesian and esp samoan culture (I hc him as korean/japanese but since Zane already has a japanese ‚look‘ I went for the idea that Lloyds grandma is polynesian and that’s why his design is like that) (I also gave him top surgery scars bc although he’s a god and could probably change gender whenever he likes I think it’s a nice reminder that my version of lloyd is trans)

- Nya is inspired by chinese culture

Reblogs are appreciated bc this took a long time (even without shading)

“Open your eyes.”

So I got bored with writing whump. Oh no, guess I’ll write some smut instead… what a shame. Based off a Kinktober prompt list I can’t find a source for, but the prompt here is Mirror Sex, featuring V x Reader. Enjoy!

Word count - 820

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Sweat mixed with fresh bathwater on your fragrant skin. Steam still leaked through the gap over the geometric shower curtain, the noisy fan helping to clear away the moisture. Your damp towel lay discarded on the tiled floor, kicked away in the grip of V’s hunger.

“You’re so beautiful like this.”

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Devil May Meow: They don't know any maths😔

discipline + dacryphilia + degradation ー ₊⁺ ⋆ ftm reader

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"what the hell do you think you're doing?" leon says, his hand gripping the doorknob, his clothes torn and dirty, small blood stains that have hardened on his shirt

"wait-!" you shouted, he moved way too quickly, before you knew it his right hand was holding both your thighs together and his left, hastily pulls out the pick dildo you had fucked yourself with

"really? y/n? y'think a plastic dick is better that mine?" he says then throws the toy across the room, it hit the wall before hitting the ground

"v'already had a shitty day at work but coming home to this? I hope you don't mind if I take it out on you a little baby" he was on top of you, his hands holding your legs up by behind your knees

"hold your fucking legs" he demands as he scrambled to take his belt off, once he finally got it out he held onto it and folded it

he hit the inner of your thighs, earning him a loud pitched moan, a sharp sting ran through your entire body like electricity

lash after lash, your thighs were bright red and your pussy was throbbing

"please.. leon sniff hurts.. s'much..." oh, how pretty your tear stained face looked, your eyes sparkling, lips quivering and legs trembling

"aww is my adorable little pup crying? hm? keep crying cus you look fucking sexy" he teases you while continously hitting your thighs, his hits became more and more strong with every pathetic noise you made

"ow !! leon please!" you whine, your grip on your thighs slowly weakened and you accidentally let go "didn't I say to hold your fucking legs? y'cant even follow simple fucking orders, stupid little boy"

you let out tiny sniffles "leon.. n'more please.. wanna feel you inside me.. please" you whined and closed your legs

"you wanna get fucked? alright slut, spread em" his voice sounded domineering, everything about him was

you obediently, but slowly opened up, the pain from his belt still stuck to your skin, ruining your pretty skin with red marks

"t-thank you.. sir.." you weakly smile at him, your fingers spread your wet folds as well, he lined up his cock and trusted it deep in you

although the feeling of being full again felt good, something felt wrong, he was.. smaller..? what? it felt less thicker and it was cold

your eyes widen at the realization that the dick inside you was the dildo you had used earlier, before you could reach it, he forcefully shoved it in deeper and began fucking you with it

"you wanted to be fucked right? take it like a good slut" you could hear the anger in his tone, you've never seen him like this before, did something happen at work? if so how bad was it?

"you deserve this... you knew you weren't supposed to touch yourself when I'm away.. but you did anyways" he pushes the toy alll the way in and kept it there, he watched as you try to grab him, it was just too cute, he couldn't help it

"fuck.." he quickly pulls the toy out and tosses it somewhere behind him, he takes his dick out and pushes it inside you quiet aggressively

"oohh shiiiitt.. you're so fucking hot" he leans his head back before moving, he went slow, having enough mercy to let you adjust to his size,

leon leans down and presses both your foreheads together "hey... tell me.. if it gets too much okay? he wipes your tears with his thumbs "I don't wanna hurt you.. " he takes yours and interlocks your fingers then plants multiple kisses the back of it "I love you and I wouldn't be doing any of this if you weren't into it"

he reassures you, he always does, never wants to make you uncomfortable or grossed out or etcetera

"of course" you whisper back, and kissed him

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She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: Soldier Boy’s been pulled from the European Theater to sell war bonds to the American people, the goodwill tour dotted by big cities and small towns alike. In the meantime, he gets familiar with the variety of women in dazzling costumes that accompany his speeches with carefully choreographed dances. You’re, without a doubt, his favorite of them all.

Note: Female (blink and you’ll miss it implied plus size) reader, but no other descriptors are used. This fic is so short because it’s pretty much PWP. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Dressing room sex, mirrors, breeding kink, daddy kink, power imbalance, overstimulation, implied baby trapping. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Chattering from the packed high school auditorium somehow seeped through the walls. The rural town that was the latest stop in Soldier Boy’s war bond drive had shown up en masse out of patriotism or sheer curiosity. Usually both. Electricity was always in the air before the show in small towns. Some of them didn’t even have movie theaters. 

You and the other dancers on the tour had set up camp in one of the bigger classrooms, using it to get ready in since it was near one of the bathrooms. Dresses, sequins, and makeup scattered about the room, making the place of learning look like a department store had exploded inside. You’d been helping another girl with the curlers in her hair until a masculine voice called out your name from the doorway.

“Soldier Boy wants to see you in his dressing room.”

You nodded, giving an apologetic look to your colleague, who waved you off. It wasn’t unusual for Soldier Boy to call on one of you to help him “warm up” before the shows. Lately, however, he’d almost exclusively been asking for you, to the detriment of your jaw. 

Grabbing a nearby tube of red lipstick, you hastily applied it in the illuminated mirror in front of you. The lipstick residue soon adorned a tissue that you discarded, and you used your fingertips to gently massage the muscles in your face in preparation for taking him again. You hoped you’d at least get to come this time.

A flyer had gotten you to this point, stark white with patriotic motifs, pinned to a board in the nightclub you had been working in prior to getting the gig. Uncle Sam declared, “Ladies, you can serve your country too!” You figured why not, there was a war on, and if you could do something to help, you might as well. 

Your qualifications led you to your local USO office, where you were handed a star-spangled outfit and joined a gaggle of other girls to be the supporting act on Soldier Boy’s war bonds tour across the country. At times, you felt silly, kicking and shimmying to audiences who were clearly only putting up with the opener just to catch a glimpse at the world’s first superhero. A man larger than life in every sense of the word, as you and your fellow dancers on the tour would learn.

Wandering the hallway, you checked each door for an indication of which commandeered classroom was his. Not one for subtlety, his dressing rooms always had ‘SOLDIER BOY’ printed in large letters, declaring his presence. You found the sign toward the end of the hall, giving a smile to the usual group of people who congregated around him, assistants and handlers to keep him on schedule.

You knocked on the door, announcing your arrival. 

“You wanted to see me, sir?” you asked when he opened the door. 

He smiled, putting his hand on your lower back as he ushered you inside. “Sure did, sweetheart.”

His dressing room always betrayed his vices—alcohol, drugs, porno mags. It didn’t faze you anymore, not like the first time he asked for you, a stuttering mess in his presence. Back then, you had to take a shot with him to settle your nerves enough to blow him without feeling too self-conscious. Now, it was routine. You moved to get on your knees, but he stopped you, to your confusion. 

Instead, he disarmed you with a passionate kiss that nearly knocked you over. You steadied yourself on his strong arms that had made their home near your hips. He squeezed them, pulling you closer so your body was flush against his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

You let him take the lead, he always did—strong, masculine, hard-working. Wasn’t America lucky its hero was easy on the eyes too? Except he had a temper, a mean streak that could go for miles. Not that you’d ever been on the receiving end of it. No, for all his faults, you seemed to get the best of Soldier Boy.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he whispered against your lips.

“You have?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. You’re—“ he paused, searching for the word he wanted to use, “special to me.”

You weren’t sure why he was laying it on so thick. It wasn’t your first rodeo with him. “Special?”

“‘Course you are. You wouldn't be here if you weren’t,” he said. “I wanna try something different today, alright, doll?”

“Alright,” you agreed softly.

He smiled. “That’s my girl.”

Your body came alive at his praise, and you pressed your lips to his for another kiss. He guided your body backward until you bumped into the vanity. Parting his lips from yours, he turned you around, bending you over it so you were face to face with yourself in the mirror. 

You looked at him from the reflection, brows furrowed as you wondered what he was doing. 

He leaned down, voice husky in your ear as he growled, “I want you to see how pretty you look when you come.”

Your eyes widened, and you grabbed either side of the vanity in preparation, to his amusement. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck as he pushed up your shimmery skirt, exposing your red, satin panties, specially made to be on display. Soon, your panties were around your heeled feet, one of his hands reaching to play with your clit while the other squeezed one of your breasts through your top.

“We look good together, don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asked, intense gaze studying your reactions.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned, trying to keep your eyes open. 

He always wanted you to look at him. From your knees when you were sucking him off, when he’d be standing on the side of the stage during your act, in his hotel rooms when he couldn’t find local girls to fuck around with. This instance was different, though, able to really see him, and yourself. You didn’t find your glassy gaze or parted lips particularly flattering, but he couldn’t seem to get enough.

His fingers had already brought you close to climax, and you whined when he pulled them away from you for a moment to free his hard cock from his pants. You shuddered, feeling it on your skin before he guided it in your pussy. Your hands curled around the vanity you were bracing yourself on. You weren’t sure if you’d get used to how his cock seemed to split you apart every time.

One of his arms wrapped just below your chest to hold you up, as you struggled to support yourself when he started pounding into you. Your pussy was already wet and pliant for him, and you'd be embarrassed by the obscene squelching sounds if you weren't so focused on getting off when he had brought you so close to the edge already.

You were your own voyeur, your brain feeling like it was going to melt, watching yourself getting fucked by him. His superhuman strength always caught you off guard, from the first time he shocked you by lifting you above his head on stage for a roaring crowd to the way he could make your body feel—and look—like you were little more than a ragdoll. 

“Gonna put a baby in you,” he grunted as he thrust into you, items falling from the vanity and onto the floor at the force he used to fuck you. “Want you up on that stage with my cum leaking out every time you kick up those legs—fuck—you’re mine.”

Your pussy clenched around him at the vulgar image he conjured up. “Yours daddy.”

His voice was strained, words slurring together. He was close. “‘S right, baby. Keep fuckin’ you ‘till you make me one. You like takin’ daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

You had to force the short affirmation out of your mouth, pleasure’s chokehold creeping up on you. That wasn’t enough for him or his ego.

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“I love taking—oh fuck—taking your dick, daddy.”

He came, hard and sloppy as your pussy milked his cock. You cried out, feeling so full it almost started to hurt. Something in you finally snapped, releasing the pain and pressure as you rode out your orgasm on his softening cock. Your arms gave out from under you so that it was just his strength holding you up. You weren’t sure how you’d be able to go back to having sex with men who weren’t well-endowed superheroes. Go back to faking it, you supposed.

Your throat was sore. You hadn’t paid attention to how loud you were being. Everyone outside the room must’ve known what was happening if they didn’t have an idea when you first showed up looking for him. 

Soldier Boy pulled himself out of you, and you could hear fabric rustling and the sound of his zipper again. You didn’t bother trying to stand up, still needing time to catch your breath. 

He used his fingers to swipe up some of his cum that had begun dripping out of you, causing you to gasp at the slight sensation of them brushing against your pussy. You whimpered when he pushed his index and middle fingers inside you, already aching from the orgasm he’d just pulled from you. 

“I—I can’t—“

‘I can’t get pregnant and ruin my career,’ you wanted to say, but all that came from your lips was a desperate, animalistic moan.

“I got you, baby,” Soldier Boy whispered, voice low and husky in your ear. “Give me one more so it sticks.”

You choked on air as his thumb brushed your clit, rubbing circles in the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers pushed deeper, and your hips bucked at the overstimulation, your spent pussy reactively pulsing around his cum-slicked fingers that curled inside you.

The woman staring back at you in the mirror was a mess with her mascara stained cheeks and smeared lipstick. You were utterly unrecognizable as you came again, harder on his fingers this time, crying out as you gripped the edge of the vanity, threatening to break one of your manicured nails. 

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing kisses to your cheek, as you came down from your second orgasm, pulling his hand from between your legs. “You alright?”

“I think so,” you breathed. “Jesus Christ.”

Your legs felt like jelly beneath you, and you wondered how the hell you were going to be able to dance in less than half an hour. You’d have to reapply all of your makeup too.

He turned you around, looking at you with a brief fondness before kissing your lips, soft and quick. 

“I need to fix my face,” you breathed.

He smiled. “Why? You look great.” 

You laughed softly as he gave you space. You pulled up your panties from around your ankles, knowing his cum would stain them by the time you made it back to the dancers’ makeshift dressing room. Taking some of the tissues from the box on top of the vanity, you began wiping your ruined makeup from your face. He stared at you in silence from the spot he’d taken on the loveseat that’d been brought in for him.

“I think I’d be a good father. Better than my old man,” he said finally.

You paused, looking at him from the mirror, giving him a sardonic smile. “I don’t see you as the settling down type.”

“Maybe I just need a woman worth coming home to.”

“Maybe,” you echoed.

“C’mere.”

You obliged, joining him on the loveseat. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. You let yourself bask in the intimacy.

“Things aren’t always gonna be like this,” he said. “Once the war’s over, what’re you gonna do? Go back to dancing in nightclubs?”

“Why not?”

His jaw clenched, cheek twitching as he pulled his gaze from you. “I don’t want you doing this for anyone but me.”

This could have been any number of things, dancing, fucking, being at his beck and call. Knowing him, he meant all of it.

“Ben,” you said, grabbing his attention, “then you have to tell me what you do want.”

“I want you. I want the white picket fence, kids running around the yard with the dog,” he said, the intensity in his voice wrapping tendrils around your mind, pulling you into the world he was describing. “I want dinner to burn ‘cause I was busy putting another baby in you when I got home.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

A voice through the door startled you. “Soldier Boy, the mayor’s here to see you!” 

“Think about it,” Soldier Boy said, getting up from the loveseat to grab his helmet and shield. 

The door shut behind him, leaving you to agonize over the future he presented to you. Part of you wondered if you’d really have a choice.

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Avengers Gender & Sexuality Headcanons

AIIGHT

Let's start with the og himself, america's ass

STEVE

def bisexual, he/him, deal with it, end of story

TONY

omni, i'd say pan but tony def has a preference for women so...

he/him

BRUCE

oh poor child

he's def he/they/xe... and ace.

doesn't really feel the need for gender conformity, so agender

pan, doesn't really care who he ends up with

prefers to be adressed by last name only

NAT

she/they, change my mind

asexual. it's canon, idc

def demiromantic, and prob bi, i wanna say

Clint is her biggest supporter

CLINT

oh dear lord this man aint queer but HES LEGIT BIGGEST ALLY

SUPPORTS NAT LIKE HELL

THOR

so he comes from asgard, where nobody really bats an eye at queerness. it's normal, get with the times, earth

he/they, cis man

def pan.

PROTECTOR OF LESBIANS

RHODEY

is he/him

gay

asexual

has to steer tony away from fans all the time at pride

PETER

TRANS PETER TRANS PETER

he's def afab but trans boi and PROUD

you'd think flash would bully... but no acc flash supports, will still bully peter with other things but wont really care abt peter being trans

cmon guys we live in the 21st century

uses he/him

comes out to tony first, tony's super happy and supportive

may finds out next and shes just so happy

this kid forgets to take off his binder so often omg

like ned and mj and may (and mira) MUST REMIND HIM or he'll forget

is biromantic and demisexual

MJ

is demigirl

uses she/they

bi with a pref for gals

NED

is like clint, altho he uses he/they bc he just really liked they/them pronouns

sweet boi, supports mj and peter sm

buys them pride flags

is the only ally that mj and peter trust tbh

LOKI

is genderfluid and pan, nuff said

will use any and all pronouns, at any given time

will punch a person if they misgender them

will punch person if they're being homophobic to peter

queer icon

BUCKY

non binary, doesn't really feel like male or fem

they/them

sam is a huge part of bucky's queer journey

biromantic asexual

came out to steve and his bestie just started crying happy tears

"get over it, punk"

uses peter as a queer encyclopedia

SAM

gay as freaking hell

he/him

takes bucky to his first pride parade

is an absolute LEGEND to queer pocs

VISION

agender

cmon he's a robot

has a male-ish voice so just uses he/him

indifferent asexual

pan

WANDA

SAPPHIC AS HELL

lesbian, demisexual

she/her

has girl nights with her twin

PIETRO

he/they/she

genderfluid, will use all pronouns at any given time

sees a pretty dress? will buy two. one for them and one for wanda

aromantic pansexual

TCHALLA

gay. GAY

he/they icon

wakanda is a safe place for EVERYONE

besides, all the dora milaje are wlw

is not a furry

ships sam and bucky

SHURI

she/xe

sapphic asexual

leaning towards women and fem aligned genders

started first wakandan pride parade

DR STRANGE

agender, doesn't see the point in gender most of the time, so they/them/he/him

believes there are two sexes but an infinite amount of genders

bi greyromantic homosexual

and there we go!

Cole - 184 cm

Zane - 180 cm

Kai - 179 cm

Lloyd - 175 cm

Jay - 167 cm

Nya - 166 cm

Probably I’ll make posts about them individually, but for now have them in the group.

you: so who's the older twin?

vergil: me. whatever could make you think that *points to dante* could ever have been the older twin? quickly.

dante: *eating a strawberry sundae by using his teeth and tongue becuase he couldn't be bothered to find a spoon, smearing it all over his face and looking goofy doing so*

you: ...point taken.