[General advisories - violence, swearing, sexual content. Rated - Explicit]
[Chapter advisories - so much smut...enjoy!]
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“Lay down and be quiet,” I said. I was with Cable in a guest room at the school. His place was too far and during missions he preferred to stay close by.
He was laying face down on the bed with his clothes off, save for his underwear. I quickly changed as Colossus helped him undress from his blood soiled clothes. A shapely ass in black cotton faced me and all I could think about was reaching out for it. But he was in such a vulnerable state that I decided to look away and concentrate on the bullet wound.
“Will you just take it out?”
I sighed and sat at the bed with a small stool beside me; on the stool were bandages, towels, a disinfectant, and tweezers. I began my work and for the most part he was quiet, barely moving. I imagined what amounts of pain he must have gone through to be so stoic during a bullet removal. I cleaned his thigh and wrapped a bandage around the wound. When I was finished I cleaned up the area with a towel and went to wash my hands.
When I returned he was sitting up, giving me a full view of his broad chest made up of both flesh and metal. He stared at me, standing at the doorway. I shut the door and walked inside, slowly, as if I were a lioness stalking a gazelle. And yet, as it was always the case with him, I wondered who was stalking who.
I sat beside him and looked at the cords of metal on his body that went down his muscled tan chest to his abdomen. I gazed below his abdominal muscles and at the brim of his underwear.
“I’ve got human parts down there, if that’s what you were wondering,” he said, with the slightest smirk. I saw the twinkle of a younger man in his eyes then, one that was not so jaded. One that was less cautious. “The metal goes down to my ribs to support the arm.” He lifted his metal arm and I reached out to it, a question in my eyes.
He nodded once and I took my chance. I touched the tips of his fingers, the cool metal was not as rough as I had expected. He bent his fingers and startled me, garnering a rare smile from his lips. I ran my fingers up the metallic cords in his arms and shifted slightly closer to observe the plates on his shoulder. I could feel his breath on my forehead, it was so warm, but I did not let myself be distracted lest I go too far. I stayed within my sphere of control and just ran my fingers lightly over the metal on his shoulder blade, and down his pectoral. I felt a ghostly touch, from his human hand, graze my lower back. I looked up at him and he gazed at me, the twinkle of curiosity still in his eyes, mixed with something else I could not recognize.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. His hand was hot on my back. Being so close to him made me dizzy.
I looked down and placed my hands on his chest, one on the metal and one on the flesh. “You saved my life, more than once. I should be thanking you.” I flashed him a smile and heard the quietest hiss from his throat.
His hand ran up my back and to my neck. I could not help but lean into his firm grasp, which caused my chest to brush against his. I was not wearing a bra and my nipples hardened beneath my oversized t-shirt. Cable’s eyes left my face to gaze at my chest and he sucked in a breath. “Nina, what do you want?” His hand became firm behind my neck and gently pulled my face closer to his. His metal arm gripped my exposed thigh as my t-shirt rode up.
“I...I want…” I said as his face was merely an inch from mine. I smelled the warm musk emanating from his body and could not form proper words. His essence had entirely taken me over.
He pulled my face down and our lips crashed together. The warmth of his skin sizzled against mine as I moved my lips against his. It was rough, it was tender, it teetered between both. I pried apart his closed mouth with my tongue and once it clashed with his, a low sound escaped his lips. His hands now urged me to change positions. I lifted myself, never leaving his lips, and straddled him on the bed. My hands were around his neck and I had never felt so heated in my life.
I leaned back and slipped off my shirt, revealing my naked body and his eyes widened in both surprise and a hint of reluctance. Once I licked my lips and rocked my pelvis against his hardening form, all of his reluctance fled. There was a man behind the rough exterior that crashed out of the hard shell and grabbed my body with such force that I gasped. His mouth clamped down on my right nipple, while his human hand played with the left. I moaned and grinded against his hardness to which he only sucked harder.
“Cable…” I sighed and grazed the back of his head with my hands, tugging on his hair.
He pulled back and looked at me with hungry eyes. Nobody had ever looked at me with such a hunger. That was when I knew that I was the gazelle and would gladly be eaten alive.
“Are you sure?” he said.
I pushed him down and rubbed against his hardness once more, a soft moan escaping my lips. “I need it so bad.”
Something in him changed then. As if all that he had been holding back since we first met had vanished. He flipped me over and though he winced slightly from the pain in his leg he pushed me down the bed and spread my legs apart. I was completely exposed to him. He supported himself on the metal arm which was next to my head as he leaned down to kiss me. His human hand wandered from my cheek, to my neck in gentle swirls. He massaged my breasts so lusciously that I squirmed underneath him and moaned when his hand left. His hand went down my stomach, squeezed my love handles gently and then cupped my ass. He rubbed his erection against my core and squeezed me hard. I lifted my hips to meet him and the feeling almost pushed me to the edge. He took his hand away from my ass and slid a finger up my slit, from the base to my clit. I moaned as my sleek wetness caused a smooth pressure as he ran his fingers up and down. He continued this a few times until I thrashed impatiently. He actually chuckled at this and looked at me with soft eyes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, circling my entrance with his fingers and then inserting two in.
The surprise made me gasp in pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out while massaging my clit with his thumb. His lips moved against mine as I moaned through his mouth. He drove his tongue down my throat and all I wanted was to be completely and utterly penetrated. He moved his thumb faster, and my moans became more urgent. The orgasm hit me before I knew it and I pulled his hard body down onto me, wanting to feel every part of him as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
“Did you like that?” His voice was breathy in my ear.
“Yes... And I want more.” My fingers grazed the band of his underwear. I moved my hands over his back; the metallic cords intertwining down his spine. Then I moved down and cupped the beautiful rear that was tempting me from the beginning. I pulled him down against my core so that his raging erection would rub against me once more. He groaned and gazed at me.
“You’re a goddamn firecracker,” he said, brushing my hair from my face with a tenderness that I did not expect. “I tried so hard, to stop thinking about you, stop watching your every move, stop dreaming about you.”
I moved my hands up to grip his face, my thumbs caressing the wrinkles and scars. “I feel it too, and I couldn’t resist. I want you, Cable.”
“Nathan, call me Nathan,” he said, his gaze boring into mine.
I smiled softly. “I want you, Nathan.”
At that he kissed me so deeply that I forgot all else for the moment and could only feel his lips against mine. His hot tongue reached into my soul. I pushed down his underwear and gripped his thick cock in my hand. He groaned when I stroked its length, moisture beaded at the tip and rubbed against my stomach.
He then gripped his erection and positioned the tip against my entrance, and looked at me. I gripped his shoulders nodding eagerly and bit my lip. He smiled as he pushed into me, seeing my reaction. I winced slightly at his size but as he gently eased himself in, slowly rocking back and forth, my body began to break into a heated sweat.
“Yes,” I said, moaning and widening my legs to take in all his length.
I put my hands up against the headboard and held onto the wooden slats as he penetrated me with his rock hard erection. Every thrust shook the bed as he entered me. He pinched my nipples with his fingers. I moaned and opened myself up to him completely. He had his hand on my stomach and slowed down his thrusts. I whined and he laughed, a rare sound that I cherished because I would be the only one to hear it.
“Flip over,” he said. His red iris was blazing. I flipped myself over and gripped the wood slats of the bed, arching my back so that my ass was in full view of the man behind me.
“Fucking hell, how did I get so lucky?” He said as he cupped my ass with both his hands. His cool metal hand ran down my cleft and over my rear entrance to which I shivered in pleasure and he stopped, to stroke his finger over it once more. I moaned and he sucked his breath in quickly. “Christ...We’re going to explore that another time.”
He gripped my hips and positioned me against him, he came around the side with both his hands and played with my breasts. The motion moved his erection against my ass and I couldn’t help but arch my back more. “I’m going to fuck you hard Nina,” he said. I felt his lips on my earlobe and shuddered in anticipation.
I was not ready when he rammed his entire length into me and I grunted, gripping the headboard as he squeezed my hips. His hips snapped back and forth, pulling out almost completely and ramming back in. His hand moved between my legs to play with my clit as he pounded into me over and over. I lost myself in that moment, unable to believe the heights of pleasure that I felt. His balls slapped against my folds as he railed me, hard and fast.
I moaned, “harder”. And he met me thrust for thrust. I screamed with a shattering orgasm and he pumped into me a few more times before groaning and spilling his seed inside me with a single deep thrust. He held me there for a moment, the aftershocks making us both shiver until we settled.
The bed depressed to my left when he laid beside me with a satisfied grunt. I collapsed next to him with a smile on my face. He pulled me into his arms and I laid my head on his chest. “That was…” I said.
“Fucking fantastic,” he finished.
I looked up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. It was soft and sweet.
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Oh...that’s awkward. Well you caught me! You could leave or stay and watch, but I’m finishing either way. If you stay then just keep staring at my nipples. Oh yeah...just like that…
Now tell me you’re going out for a pack of cigarettes. Yeah, say it again. Get those fucking cigarettes. Tell me you’re coming back...But I know you’re not...Ummmfff….
I laugh a lot, and very easily.
I'm wheezy, i honk sometimes, sometimes i laugh to tears, and when i reach peak laughter, i gag from the force of it.
I've laughed at many things very hard in my life, but yesterday i think i all but transcended my usual laughing streak.
Watching Deadpool 2, it was a good movie.
Funny but emotional, as one expects.
But when i got to the scene depicted above, seeing Thanos's actor so angrily spit this line, something about it slaughtered me.
It started without there being air in my body, and when i finally got some in, i couldn't let it go.
I laid on the couch, flailing in near-silent amused agony while screen recording those critical five seconds, and sent it to Kitten.
Only after the video had sent, and tears had come to my eyes before the serious laughter began, did the serious laughter begin.
Choking and crying, the colors black, tan and a hint of orange that had been in my head were flooded out by explosive blue and pink, which became a clusterfucked rainbow.
I had to pause the movie and get up, hobbling into the kitchen like a drunken dipshit, trying to put up food my dad had cooked a little while earlier.
I laughed in small succession, bout after bout, tears streaming down my face, stomach and ribs hurting more than usual.
And then, oh boy, the gagging.
I gagged three times, i think.
This went on for about ten minutes before i could finally continue the movie.
I just played that little scene over and over again, re-cursing myself in an endless loop until i FORCED the madness to subside.
A few hours later, i dared to watch the scene again, and round two began.
Once more, i was in tears, laughing into the void, my voice thunderous and echoing over the neighborhood as i sat outside.
It couldn't be stopped.
When i thought about how my neighbors most definitely hear me laughing all the time and have to wonder what in the sideways hell is going on at my house for this psychotic bitch to always be laughing, it made me laugh more.
Every time i calmed down, i'd watch the scene again, and again i would wheeze into uncontrollable laughter.
No gagging...this time.
Later, Kitten and i had our routine phone call.
When we hung up, i watched the scene yet again.
It was a slow dissolve, but i ended up laughing to tears yet again, and eventually gagged two more times.
My sinuses ran so much i had to blow my nose.
You're probably wondering why the fuck this one dumbass phrase was so funny to me, and i really have no idea.
The delivery, Cable's face, the fact that he's motherfucking THANOS, the mental image of a grown man with hairy man legs and tiny infant testicles, i don't know.
It was everything.
This will go down as the funniest fucking thing i ever have heard in my life thus far.
It happened on August 19th, 2020, in the midst of a pandemic, a terrifying election and hella troubling politics, as well as natural disasters and a dying planet.
Through the ravaging horror of this year, a stupid five-second line in Deadpool 2 gave me life.
Today, my stomach and chest are sore.
