#cable one-shot

[stuckybarton]

Day xv: Collaring

Summary: What a way for your every worried boyfriend to see you. Words: 887 Warning: Allusion to Sexual Intercourse. Blowjobs. More of a Crack Fic than Kink. Characters: Cable x Mutant!Reader

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"I knew you two were into some kinky shit, but this takes the cake."

You rolled your eyes, still unable to escape from the confinements of the leash and chains you were bound in. Wade Wilson getting on your ass about your current predicament wasn't helping the situation. Nate may have his signature scowl on his face, but you know him and he wasn't happy about the situation you've thrown yourself into without his knowledge or help for the matter until it was too late.

"Look, Dildo Boy, if you're gonna help me, less talking and more freeing." You snapped.

You still wondered why you had been as idiotic as you had been for going alone on this mission when you had a half-robotic badass of a boyfriend and a semi-stable but mostly homicidal best friend that could tag along. Maybe it was because you felt the need for an immediate action and avoiding any unnecessary violence if you could stop it. But somehow it was far from what happened. Held captive in a warehouse with a hundred henchmen guarding you upon finding out you were a mutant, then there was your two idiots coming to save you and killing a lot of people along the way.

"I mean, collars, I'm sure to write something about this in my fanfiction about you two." Wade continued to drone, ignoring the fact that you were still held captive .

You turned you gaze towards Nate, a frown still resting on his face--which wasn't anything new when it comes to him. What's new was the fact that he wasn't cutting to the chase and just freeing you. Instead, he was just watching you in your predicament. A collar wrapped securely around your neck, connected to a leash mounted on the wall, your arms were chained to the floor with your feet, with how short the chains were, you were left on your ass unable to actually stand up.

Was he enjoying this look on you or was he just being an extra douchebag today--you'll never know unless you ask him directly.

"I'll handle her from here."

Just a simple sentence brought a shiver down your spine. The big bad mercenary from the future has a plan and it certainly doesn't involve one Wade Wilson that was for once left speechless at Nate's intent towards you.

"Look at the time," Wade muttered looking at his non-existent watch. "I have a prenatal checkup I have to attend to. Have fun you two and please use some protection, I don't want to be an uncle so early in my life."

Without either of your making any response to Wade's excuse, your focus was solely directed at the man now standing as imposing as the first day you had ever met him, it's just that, this time, he wasn't hell bent on killing the kid but something a little less dark and more on the lines of kinky as Wade has said.

"What am I ever gonna do with you?"

"I'm sure you could think of something." You found yourself still brave enough to say.

Crouching to meet your gaze, you were breathless at the sight of him. A demented look on his face you were all too familiar with. His Techno-Organic infected hand cupped your cheeks, before sliding down the columns of your neck to the swells of your breast. Gently tweaking your nipples, the moan was quick to escape your lips. The action sent the familiar warmth to your core.

"I think the collar and chains are a good look on you. Maybe this way, you'd finally stay when you're told to fucking stay."

Twisting your nipple had your gasping and trying your best to pull away from his touch.

"Hold it." He ordered and even with the intense pain, you remain in position. "Good girl."

Finally releasing his grip on your nipple, his hand once again found their way to your cheeks.

"Again, what am I gonna do with you?" He asked, and this time, the answer was much clearer.

"Anything you want, Daddy." You whimpered as the smile finally rested on his face.

"Good thing we have this whole place to ourselves." He points out standing right back up on his two feet and unzips his pants, the smile had also now formed on your lips at your usually reserved boyfriend's sudden brazen ideas. "Wanna make a bet first how long before Red Dildo comes back to see what we're doing?" He inquired, freeing his already hardening erection.

Your mouth watered and the idea of anyone--including Wade, possibly seeing this, brought a sudden thrill in you. Something you never usually come to experience with your old-man boyfriend.

"Give or take ten minutes before he shows up and ask if he can join."

"Feeling a little frisky or is a threesome is too much for you?" He inquired, smirking at how bullshit the words were. The man was too possessive to share you with anyone and by any regards, you were too.

"I just want to keep you to myself, Summers. Don't you dare." You warned.

"Says the girl in a dog leash and chained to the floor."

"Don't act like you're not hard for my predicament." You teased before finally filling your mouth with him.

"Never said I wasn't, Honey."

[stuckybarton]

Maneater

Summary:  Nathan Summers has come to realize there was more to you than just the Assistant Teacher in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Warning: Profanities. Suggestive Contents. Not Beta’d. [if I miss any warning please let me know] Characters: Unnamed Female Character x Nathan “Cable” Summers Words:1,761 A/N: Another one. Lol

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For the life of Nathan Summers, the craziness that had come in his arrival to the past, the only sane thing he could look forward to was you. Y/N Y/L/N. An assistant teacher to one Piotr Rasputin, and an overall well loved individual in the X-Mansion.

You were the first one to not bat an eyelash at his arrival all those months ago. Unlike most of the people that grew hostility to the band of misfits Wade had pulled into the mansion, you had been more welcoming and accommodating. You had treated every single one of them as normal people instead of the mutants everyone in the world has deemed them to be. For a moment, Nathan had thought you weren't a mutant, but training had proven otherwise. An empath that could manipulate anyone's emotion if you so much please. A great power and perfectly fitting from someone like you.

Unlike most of the people in the Mansion that give no shit to one Wade Wilson and his eccentricities, you tried your best to understand the man while also making sure he was never out of the line. You were often called the female version of one Colossus, just more hotter and less annoying--Wade's words, not his.

But then, this quite image he had believe he had seen of you was growing to be different when he finds out about your nightly escapades. Anything that did not involve a mission or your class, you prefer if no one bothered you when the clock struck six. You'd be out of the door and into your waiting car, only to returning by three or four in the morning for classes that morning.

No one really knows where you go, not even the nosy Wade Wilson had any idea of your nightly whereabouts. So imagine Nathan's surprise when he had to meet up with his new arms dealer at a shady strip club an hours drive from the mansion and there you were, in all your naked glory.

Supple skin contrasted greatly to the pole you were leaning on. Money had been flying nonstop in your direction, no wonder you always spared Wade cash like it was nothing if he asked. You got a whole different life that no one knows about.

"Interested in Bonnie over there?" His arms dealer broke Nathan from his shocked trance. If the seedy little bitch didn't have the best arsenal he would have punched him right in the face. "Put her in a VIP room with you and everything in your possession is gone. That's how good she is."

Just the idea of having you lap dancing on some stranger had his blood boiling. He couldn't imagine you that way. to have some dirty hands holding onto you. You, the innocent little woman that he had tried not to think about so much since his arrival to the mansion--but just can't seem to shake out of his mind.

"I'll test my luck."

And he did, one request from the waitress and a heft amount of money that was supposed to be for one of the guns, he was escorted to the VIP room, asked to patiently wait as Bonnie was finishing up her set on the stage. It had given him enough time to question himself why he was doing this? You had your secrets as much as he had his own, secrets he wasn't even prepared to acknowledge.

But it was you, one of the only person in the past that he can't seem to get out of his head.

It didn't take long for the door to open and the woman that had constantly gave him the beaming smile every morning now come face to face with him. To say shock was an understatement as he looked at you. A mix of different emotions now swam your features, watching you and you thinking this was a sick joke by another mutant on her.

"Nathan."

"Cable would do here, Bonnie." he points out.

His eyes fell towards your barely there clothing. A thong and a top that barely hid the swell of your breast. In one swift motion, he had peeled off his jacket to cover you. The jacket had completely swallowed you and it was enough for him to not be distracted.

"So this is were you go every night?" he inquired eyes wandering around the claustrophobic room.

The walls were of a dark shade, with neon lights as one of the only thing giving the room light. There was this hedonistic glow in you that he had never seen before. Maybe it was the way he had always sees you now, a complete opposite on how he had always viewed you. An innocent woman in a world that was too fucked up for someone like you--then here you were, part of the fucked upness of this world.

"You wasted God knows how much just to ask me that?"

He did. He genuinely wasted a lot of amount of money for you, but then again, it was you so it wasn't much of a problem to him.

"I want to know why you're doing this? You're already working as a teacher at the Institute, why do you need to be here? You make enough money as it is back there?"

You scoffed, pulling the jacket tighter around you. Only then did Nathan notice the way you took a deep breath, and the warmth of the room was more of your own powers seeping through. Arousal? He shook his head, hoping to keep his head at bay of all the dark thoughts swimming him.

"It's not about the money?" you muttered, now sitting besides him on the leather couch. "Sure I do get money from those seedy criminals, but this is the easiest way of getting intel for missions." she shrugged.

"So Wade knows about this?"

"God no, The Professor and Piotr know. Piotr was the one that found me in this hellhole. Saved me from it, this is just until I'm certain that there are no more mutants like me are in places like this."

Now it becomes clearer to him why you were like this, why you understood their cause more than the rest of the X-Men. But it didn't stop the worry from sipping through his core. What if you get into involved with men that weren't immune to your powers. Where would that leave you?

"You don't need to worry about me, Nate." The name still surprised him. But other than that, you now on his lap surprised him even more. "So how much did you spend on me?" you inquired, ass now dangerously close to his crotch.

"Enough." he muttered hands now falling to your jacket covered waist. The smell of the intoxicating perfume and your own pheromone seeping through your skin consuming him. A heady combination that was far too dangerous if used at the wrong people.

"You're gonna tell everyone about my secret?" you inquired leaning closer to him. The swells of your breast now touching his own solid ones.

"You want them to know?" he retorts.

"No."  you shook your head, meeting his eyes. Huh, behind this facade you show to Nathan, the person he was more than well acquainted with was breaking through. But the softness on top of him was making it hard for him to really think clearly.

"I don't know, Red Dildo would love the pole dancing lessons." he tried his best to crack a joke but the stern look on your face made it evident that this isn't a laughing matter to you. "Fucking hell, that's your secret to tell. Why the fuck would I bring it up, to the X-Men of all people."

Before he could convince you even more, having you lean even closer to him, breath fanning his cheeks, he was left tongue-tied. There was this line that the two of you were breaking and it scared him more than anything what it would mean once they step out of it.

"I trust you, Cable." you whispered before your lips finally met his own.

The taste of cherry intoxicated him. He consumed you, consumed you in the same way that you were beginning to consume him. Mind, body, and soul. Hands resting on his shoulders and his own in a deathly grip on your hips, pulling you closer. Creating as much friction on his crotch in the process.

"What are you doing to me, Nathan Summers?" Your breathless words brought him back to reality. Your hands rubbing against his chest and he was more than certain you could feel the frantic heartbeats.

"I could ask you the same thing, Y/N Y/L/N." he smirked looking up at you,

With your bottom lip now between your teeth, it took every ounce of control Nathan had to stop himself from taking you here and ignoring the possibility that anyone else could walk in on them.

"You want them to know?" you inquired between the two of you. A smile now breaking on your face, brightening the dark room.

"No." he shook his head, whatever this was, they needed to keep this a secret, God knows the handful of innuendos and crude remarks Wade would be ready to fire if he finds out about this.

"I don't know, you're a good kisser. Wade might need a few pointers from you." you teased, finger touching his lips. Feeling playful, biting one finger and immediately earning himself a light slap on the chest.

"He can kiss my ass for all I care." he muttered kissing you quickly before pulling away. "I gotta head back out, still got a few guns I need to check." he muttered already annoyed at the possibility of leaving this little piece of heaven in favor of a slimy bastard he has to do business deals with.

"Let me deal with him." You volunteered, slipping off the jacket he placed on you. "How many guns did you want?"

"A couple more but his markup price is horrible." he sneered.

The smirk on your face as the façade was back brought a sudden warmth into his groin and the ideas that run his mind worried him.

"I'll make sure you get all the big guns." you promised, pulling him back into a quick kiss before leaving him in the room to think of what just happened.

Well, whatever it was, he knew it will be a fun ride. Good to see someone dancing on the pole better than Wade for once too.