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."












