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SFW!Cable/GN!reader - Pt 2.

@gildedjerk YOU DID THIS TO ME. I was supposed to finish my homework an hour ago but I wrote this instead. I literally haven't written a part 2 to anything this quickly ever. what is happening to me

Read pt 1 here :)

TWS: Angst with happy ending. Falling buildings, minor depictions of death, timeliness bullshit, big man cries and we smooch him. Possibly part 3 if the mood takes me

 For the first time in a long while, Nathan is panicking. Buildings in the city are crumbling around him, sentinels closing in around every street corner- and he can't find you. He calls out your name, and you don't respond. He reaches for you, searching for your mind with the telepathic ability he can spare- and he can't feel you. 

    He can't feel you.

    For the first time, he's more struck with the absence of your running mind than he had ever been annoyed by it.

    He should have gone with you. He never should have let you split away from him. The two of you were a duo. No matter how much grief you gave him when you first started to tag along, he couldn’t imagine life without you. He refused to. Cable narrowly dodges a falling fire escape, and he knows he’s running out of time. He calls for you, again, and again- and there’s no response. He can’t let this happen. He won’t. 

    Cable bolts down the street as the smoke billows and the world crumbles. The device on his wrist beeps, and his blood runs cold when he realizes it’s a warning. Still- he perseveres. He follows the psychic echo you left behind, rounding every corner he can, staying on your scent like a bloodhound. He wouldn’t leave without you. Not again. 

    He’s getting closer, he can feel it- but his fear only grows, knowing that you were so close, and yet he can’t feel you. He can’t find that beautiful mind of yours.  He can’t find your memories. Your nervousness. Your running mind. He can’t feel that love he was so afraid of anymore- and he is so scared for an entirely different reason than before. 

    He follows your trail through a warehouse, weaving in-between the machinery as he hears the distinct sound of a sentinel, but he’s horrified when he realizes it’s not coming towards him. Towards you. It’s walking away. Cable exits the warehouse, and on the other side, he finds… nothing. 

    Cable finds rubble. The building in front of him is rubble. He hears the shrieking of metal as the building on his left begins to fall, but he’s preoccupied. A beeping is heard, but it doesn’t come from him. It sounds again and again. Never stopping. 

    Cable sees the blue light from underneath the rubble, and he finds a device identical to his own. It’s still attached to your arm, but you are not there. Your mind is not there.

     The building to his left finally gives in to the weight and falls. 

    A stabbing influx of… something, strikes Cable’s forehead, and he wakes up in a cold sweat, lying on the cot in the safehouse. His body is disoriented, his mind chilled with something more than just horror. Cable realizes that it wasn’t a dream, It was a vision. It was the future. A future. 

    It was real. It felt so real. He’s not entirely sure it hadn’t happened. Cable sits up frantically, looking towards your cot to find you. But you’re not there. His mind is still addled by the influx of information, powers mixed and scatterbrained, unable to find and feel. The one thing it still seems able to do is keep the virus at bay. He’s stumbling as he stands. Cable slams the bedroom door open, that cold horror all he can think of as his mind cannot find you in its haze.

    He moves through the house like a storm cloud, opening every door, searching for you in the same meticulous manner he uses to search the house for threats.

    You find him before he finds you. Having heard the commotion, you exited the kitchen, stepping into the hallway halfway wondering if there had been a breach in the security. 

    “Nate?” The footsteps stop abruptly when you call out for him, only to pick up the pace a second later. Cable looks absolutely furious when he exits a spare room, storming over to you in a manner that almost makes you afraid he’s going to yell at you.

    But he doesn't. The moment Nathan reaches you, he takes hold of your face, and he kisses you like he’d never get the chance to kiss you again. It’s desperate, almost forceful- but after a moment of confusion, you kiss him back. His hold is all-consuming, presenting his love and care for you out of urgency, and necessity. Nathan only pulls away when his thoughts pull back together. He looks at you in shock, like he himself hadn’t expected the kiss to happen. He looks worried. Scared. You pull him down by his collar to kiss him again- if only to wipe those emotions clean from his face. Tears are running down his face, but he can’t bring himself to pull away from you like he had so many times before.

    He kisses you again, and again, hoisting you up into his arms when his back starts to hurt from bending down to reach your height. Nathan sets you on the kitchen counter, finally pulling away from you- and he begins to sob.

    However afraid he was to fully experience the love you had for him- the fear of losing you without showing you his love had triumphed it all. You hold him close as he sobs into your shirt, wrapping him in your love. You don’t know what started this. What set him on this path when yesterday was spent the same as any other day for the two of you- dancing around each other. Leaving the ties blurry. Leaving your love unclear, choosing not to tread through the rapid waters just yet. -but what did that matter anyway, when he had kissed you with such intense emotion? You’re concerned for him. You’re worried for him. You love him. You love him. You love him. Nathan wants to bury his mind so deep within your thoughts, like a warm blanket that kept all of his self-made fears of intimacy at bay. That made them disappear.

    Nathan doesn’t want to show you what he had seen. What someone had made him see. He doesn’t want you to experience the fear, the pain. Despite all of his confusion, his pain, what he did know was that he was never going to let that happen. He didn’t care what timeline he had to tear apart, what plan for the future he had to ruin. He had lost so much in life, but he wasn’t going to lose you. Not again. Not ever.

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NSFW!Gladiator/AFAB!reader

Tmi warning but I'm about to start my period and I've been loosing my mind over fictional men. It's like ovulating but WORSE. Mostly over Cable, but @lina-lovebug sent in an ask about gladiator from episode 6 and although I'm definitely going to write it I got distracted while doing research on him and this kinda happened!!! Speaking of which, in your ask you said you were starving for content for him so I figured I go ahead and tag you :) sorry if NSFW isn't your thing.

Anyway, Big, serious men with no humor are making me absolutely feral this week IM NAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSRE UGHHHH For those who don't remember gladiator is, He's the hot purple dude that punched the shit out of the bird lady lol

TWs: MDNI!!! Pnv sex. Name calling. Not degradation tho. Too many positions, too much stamina. Purple alien man doesn't know how to process his feelings for you™

Imagine annoying gladiator with your every being. You just can't help it. Most of the time the stoic man just ignores you outright, never smiling nor even acknowledging you, period.

To be honest, he didn't like how talkative you were. You were always running your mouth about something or other, and when you weren't, you were teasing him. Holding simple and insignificant "victories" over his head due to your origin as a mutated human terran.

On your side, you just wanted him to acknowledge you. You figured he wouldn't be able to ignore you forever. Whatever strange relationship the two of you had, the one thing that seemed to affect him the most was your mutant abilities - or specifically, the parts of your abilities that effect your stamina.

When you realized you had a stamina bar that very much rivaled gladiators own, your teasing had started to take a turn towards something a little more lustful.

You just never expected Gladiator to take you up on your offer to have a friendly little "stamina competition."

You've lost count of how many positions the two of you have gone through. Both of you are panting, sweaty- sticky. Really sticky. Who knows how much time is passed, but neither of you are willing to quit now. Gladiator currently has your knees over his shoulders, pounding into your slick cunt steadily. His hands are holding onto your hips in a tight grip, pulling you onto him each time he bottoms out.

"You are... infuriating. Annoying. Agh- Hah-... Greedy. I've pushed you to the brink, and still, you want more." Kallark says above you, his voice still surprisingly steady in between his moans of pleasure. Your own throat is sore from taunting him in between your own moans and screams of delight.

"I-fuck! I can go as long as you go, pretty boy." You say, smirking at him. Gladiator Scowls at you, face flushed, sweat beading down his forehead. You doubt you look much better, the both of you pushing each other to the farthest limits of your stamina. You let out an embarrassing shriek as Kallark leans forward, bending you in half as he presses your thighs to your chest, hitting the deepest spots inside of you. Kallark's usually steady thrusting begins to become a little more frantic as he starts to reach his umpteenth peak of the day. -but his thrusts become unsteady. Inconsistent. You're finally starting to tire him out, you think.

"Aww, look at that- ah... You're beginning to slip, Kallark." You taunt him. His hand reaches up to cup your face harshly, his grip slightly tighter than normal. He turns your head to face him as his heated gaze pierces your own.

"Would you- please, stop talking."

By the time the two of you are finally out of breath, you swear that At least an entire 24 hour period has gone by. Hell, maybe even longer. You and gladiator are sprawled out side by side. Your eyes are closed, fading in and out of consciousness as you try (and fail) to collect yourself. You feel weight shift next to you as Kallark rolls onto his side. He's full on against you now, a hand settling on your chest to feel the quick beats of your human heart. It's strange. Not like him. You open your eyes, finding yourself lost in the sight of Kallark. He's looking at you with a mix of fond emotions, and for the first time, it's almost like his brain has stalled. Like a computer stuck in between the loading screen.

"Kallark?” You whisper. He doesn't respond. Doesn't even blink.

“You okay there, big guy?" You try again, biting your lip. Kallark's gaze catches the motion, then trailing down to the bruises he's left in your neck- “hickeys” is what he remembers you calling them. He can feel his heart do something strange, and he chooses to look back up at your face instead. Your flushed cheeks. Kiss-swollen lips. Messy hair. He feels a familiar heat as his body reacts to such a lustful sight.

"Vixen. Temptress. I know not what you've done to me. " Kallark finally says, thumb gently pulling your bottom lip away from the pinch of your teeth. You raise an eyebrow at him, not mockingly, just confused. He then reaches up to brush the hair from your face, an action fueled by a much more gentle warmth in his chest.

"...I don't believe you know what you've done, either." He whispers. You can't help but smile at him, especially as you reach up to caress his cheek and he leans into the contact with a sigh.

"Well… we have plenty of time to figure that out together."

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Can we collectively think about who has pickle Jar duty in the mansion?? Like imagine that someone can't open a pickle Jar, but there's plenty of strong men around, surely one of them can open it right?

Remy is the first to try, and that thing is superglued on there. He can't get it to budge at all, and eventually gives up. Next to try is Scott, and when he can't get it open Logan goes after it, trying to one up the fearless leader. Surprise surprise, he can't get it open either. You know for a fact that Logan is bitter about that shit. He offers to just slice the damn lid open, but who would want to clean that up?!

Hank is the obvious next choice, and he takes a moment to try and calculate the best angle to twist from. Doesn't work. Lid is still firmly shut, won't budge an inch! Morph gives it a go, turning into multiple strong figures (including Rogue!) And still, the damn thing won't open!!

Jubilee stops in the kitchen to see what all the fuss is about, and after laughing for a solid three minutes about all these superheroes trying and failing to open a pickle Jar of all things, asks to try and open it herself, just for funsies! Morph defeatedly hands it over, and to everyone's surprise, it pops off no problem in Jubilee's hands! The whole kitchen erupts in an argument, besides Jubilee, who is laughing her ass off! Everyone is fighting over who had actually loosened it for her, and nobody knows how Jubilee of all people got it to open-

Exempt for Magnus, that is, who was smiling smugly as he passed by the doorway with a fresh cup of coffee. Wonder what he was on about!

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Sfw!Angel/GN! Reader

This one is really short bc the idea is such a simple one but I needed to get it out of my head lol.

Tws: none!

Warren hates spring. He hates the pollen, the stickers that start to grow outside- the ones that always stick to his shoes and the cuffs of his pants that he can never get off- and most of all, he hates molting.

When Warren molts for the spring he's constantly leaving a trail of feathers behind him. It always starts with down feathers and then the molt works it's way up to his flight feathers, each one falling one by one and being replace with pin feathers.

It was not only itchy, and messy, but it was dusty- incredibly dusty! As much as he loves his wings, if he had to choose one thing to go without, it would be the damn molting.

Although if there was one thing he was willing to admit, it was that he didn't hate spring so much when he was with you. Contrary to his opinions, you loved spring. You loved the bright colors, the flowers, the growth and prosperity ot brings about. You were always inviting Warren out to picnics, and walks, and he would never say no. Too smitten with your slight blush, and the happiness that you radiate while outside with Warren trailing behind you like a lovesick puppy.

Warren only really liked spring when you did.

Warren had fallen asleep in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist loosely as he tucks himself into the plushness of your stomach. The rest of his body is sprawled out on the picnic blanket, wings spread out in a somewhat awkward position as he suns them in the rays that stream through the leaves. One stretches up by his head, laying over your lap loosely, while the other lays parallel to his side, both stretched to full span. The loose, relaxed position is one of the reasons you know for sure he's fully drifting off into dreamland as you brush your fingers gently through his pretty blonde hair.

Warren hums in content every once in a while when your hands drift from his scalp to his fluffy wing, gently pinching and cleaning those annoying pin feathers that he can't stand. Warren tells you that they're itchy and uncomfortable, some made worse by the fact that he can't reach them by himself. You always end up reminding him that that's what you're here for, as you card your hands through soft white feathers and preen him in a loving way.

On days like this, Warren is reminded that spring might not be so bad after all.

#THE URGE TO GENTLY TOUCH HIS WINGS AAAAAA #this is so cute what the fuckkk

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MDNI 18+

Soap MacTavish absolutely has a food fetish and an incredible sense of taste. You take advantage of this frequently. Tying him to a chair and wrapping a silken blindfold around his eyes.

You're too eager to get started, and his excitement is already equally apparent by the massive bulge tenting within his pants.

You start easy. Fruits and cheeses that are quickly identifiable. And with every correct response, you reward him with your mouth.

A torrid kiss. Your lips sealing over the flesh of his neck. Dragging your teeth along the deep curve of his chest.

The more expertise the morsel, the better the payoff for him in return.

Sliding your tongue along the length of his torso. Tearing his pants away to glide your lips along the the enormity of his thighs. And all culminating in that last bite that will have you wrapping your luscious lips around his engorged length.

You add in a few more difficult, delectable queries to throw him off and revel in the delicious whimpers that roll over his lips.

Only to give in too easily as you swallow the throbbing flesh of his cock, nearly to the hilt as his swollen tip kisses the back of your throat. Keeping him blindfolded so he can only take in the feel of your drenched and tight mouth around him.

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My brain is about as functional as dial up internet.

#that noise is on repeat in the back of my head istg #vee's random thoughts go brr #vee's dumbass jokes

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I can't eat spaghetti unsupervised.

#thought this would be funny out of context but if you want the story - read below. #I've had a stray noodle try to kill me twice within a span of two days. #20 years alive - never ince had any issue but suddenly my body decided that inhaling the noodles would be a fun new hobby #seriously was whole ass gagging on a noodle alone in my bedroom #it was fuckin' awful. i had to pull it out with my hands. #and my mom didnt hear a thinggg #so I decided maybe i shouldn't eat spaghetti alone anymore. for fear the third time will be the charm and it'll succeed in taking me out #vee's random thoughts go brr #vee's dumbass jokes

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Chris Redfield does not view you as a catch.

You are not meant to be taken in such an unassuming light. To be caged. Molded into a lifeless husk. Cold marble replacing the warm light of the deity he knew you to be.

You are meant to be worshiped.

To be looked upon with a sense of grace and respect. To have men waiting at your every beck and call as the world worked itself aimlessly around your existence.

This was his reasoning, of course. He couldn't think of any other rational thought when he was around you. He attributed his mindlessness to an all power he could not contend with. Merely succumbing to the divine ways about you until he was nothing more than a prophet groveling at your feet.

Pleading for your foresight. Begging for a taste of your bread. And once you gave him a drop of your sacred wine, he was forever bestowed to you. Etched within the flying cathedral of your heart as he made his repentance to you every night within the sanctity of your bed.

I have absolutely no idea what this is, but this man is taking over my brain, and I don't know what to do about it.

@homicidal-slvt , this is all your fault (thank you)

#ARE YOU KIDDDINGGG!!! I SHOULD BE THANKING YOUUU!!! #this is literally a masterpiece #ooooh to be worshipped by this man #i know he'd kiss the top of your head gently while hugging you... or place his hand on the back of your head and tuck your face into his- #shoulder/neck/chest... which ever in comfortable reach.

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SHADOWS OF ROSE SCENERY 13 / ?? resident evil village: shadows of rose, 2022

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no one likes rose! because she's a freak! she has those creepy powers... resident evil village: shadows of rose, 2022

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Chris x Leon took the win but Claire x Leon was a close second.

#vee's polls #resident evil #resident evil poll #resident evil polls #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil ships #ethan winters x leon kennedy #claire redfield x leon kennedy #ada wong x leon kennedy #luis serra x leon kennedy #Ashley graham x leon kennedy #angela miller x leon kennedy #chris redfield x leon kennedy #helena harper x leon kennedy #jill Valentine x leon Kennedy #carlos oliveira x leon kennedy #cleon #aeon #serrennedy #kenneham #chreon

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i’ll show you REAL bisexuality *runs directly into the doorframe for some reason*

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Constantly having to check the notes on a post to see if the art is AI or not when I can’t tell is really killing the vibe tbh 😒

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JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

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i know that everyone says this but the mw3 rm soap death was shit awful . looking back at it, logistically , it shouldn’t have happened .

so the first injury in this was soap being shot in the right shoulder (most likely in joint tendon region) . pretty painful , and if did hit in the area i believe it did , would hinder mobility in the upper right region of the body (neck, arm, some torso muscles .

HOWEVER !! soap has proven to be shot in similar or worse regions in other missions and has been able to carry through and complete objective alive .

what you are seeing is a move that should have killed makarov instantly . this is a stab performed to the external jugular vein (and due to soaps experience , possibly a carotid artery . i was taught this attack in weapons studies , my friends in the military were also taught that this region is one of the quickest ways to krill . (not giving murder advice just trying to prove a point please don’t ban me) not to mention this is immensely painful . realistically , mans should have dropped then and there . not to mention there were sas soldiers who should have opened fire the second they saw him anyways ??

now THIS is the part that pisses me off the most. see makarov’s lock ? that actively engages the trapezius and scalene muscles , which would be DIRECTLY affected from the stab would . combined with the fact that soap is (estimated) 80-90 kgs , he would not have been able to perform that lock let alone hold it .

and with soap being part of the fucking MILITARY , he should have been able to get out of that by a) breaking the locked arm and using the other hand to either disarm / kill makarov (which he should have been able to handle , especially judging by the fucking alone mission) or b) hitting the back of makarovs knee to send them both to the ground, slip under him to not break his arm and hit em w the buck+trap+flip to get a vantage, and then continue the fight from there, which should be very short anyways considering that makarov’s bleeding out faster than a fucking SNAKE STRIKE . and somehow with the majestic force of activision giving less than 2 fucks about all the characters and medical theory there , makarov manages to get a straight aim and shoot soap straight through the ear ??!! and then bolt past a fuck ton of bullets that should have BEEN FIRED ON HIM EARLIER and then hurl himself INTO A TRAIN . if you wanted to kill of one of the leads in the modern warfare series , do it in a way that is well written and thought out and accurate .