#cable deadpool 2

Today’s Autistic character of the day is:

Deadpool, an intellectual:

Request: Cable takes the reader's virginity? All fluffy and stuff.

Notes: Slight daddy kink, but y’all know what to expect with me.

(that was the softest gif I could find lmfao) 

"You're kidding me."

"What?" you blush, pulling the wooly Deadpool blanket up over you. Wade had bought it for the X-Mansion when you all moved in, and Nathan hated it at first... before he realized how comfy it was.

Your chest is heaving, out of breath from making out with your boyfriend. You two had become a couple about three weeks ago, after months of dancing around each other at the mansion and on missions. One night, you two had both been sitting out in the courtyard, and had gotten to talking. The talking had lead to kissing, which had led to Nathan getting handsy. It didn't go anywhere that night, and you hadn't actually been honest with the older mutant as to why.

You're still a virgin. You've been nervous about letting Nathan know, since he's much older and far more experienced. You also worry to no end that he may not want the responsibility of being your first time. Maybe he already went through all that, and now he's just looking for a bit of fun...

You bite your lip. You could be fun. You could pretend like you knew what to do. Rough, dirty sex sounded nice to you, especially on nights when you were alone with your vibrator, imagining Nathan's gravelly voice whispering his intentions in your ear.

Deep down though, one fact kept itching at you: you did want your first time to be special.

The past few weeks had consisted of frustration, longing, and confusion. You wanted him so bad, whenever he got up close to you, buried his face in your hair and grabbed your ass. Just the smell of him around you made you want to jump him. Wade was the only other person who knew, and after he had figured it out, he had stopped making virgin jokes around you, instead talking about the joys of abstinence and self love. Every time, he gets the finger from you.

Nathan had sort of figured out your little proximity problem the other day.

"What's got you so wired, huh?" he smirked, tucking a piece of hair behind your hair, "It's like you can't sit still around me."

"I'm just feeling restless,"

"Yeah, I can see that," he continues to smirk, eyes running down your body. "Try a run. They calm me down."

Fuck.

All this has led to you not being able to hold back any longer tonight.

About a half hour ago, you and Nathan had been watching Nightmare on Elm Street, until his hand slowly running up and down your rib cage under your shirt had become too much. Rolling over onto him, you had captured his lips, grinding down hard into his crotch until you were soaking. Nathan, surprised at your display of promiscuity, had happily indulged you, rolling you over under him on the couch and pulling your panties down. One finger deep inside of your throbbing pussy though, and you could tell your cover had been blown.

"You got something to tell me?" Nathan asks. He's not mad, but his eyes are firm. He wants the truth out, now.

"I'm..." you whisper, thighs rubbing together, "Fuck, I'm a virgin." You look away, and Nathan takes a deep breath.

"Right."

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you groan. "Shit, I didn't want you to know. I'm so sorry." It all comes pouring out. "I don't know what to do. I've never touched a man's dick before, never made a guy come--"

"Hey, hey," Nathan hushes you, sitting back on his heels. "Why the fuck are you embarrassed?"

You hesitate. "Well... I don't know. I really wanted to be good for you." His eyes twinkle a little (even his real eye).

"Just because you've never gotten fucked before doesn't mean you won't be good, hun. It just means I've gotta take my time with you. Show you how it feels with a man."

You swallow, turned on beyond belief now.

"So you don't... mind?" you murmur.

"Nah," he waves it off, "Course not. I'm gonna take good care of you." He glances up at you. "I have to ask. You sure you want your first time to be me?"

You breathe out, sitting forward a little.

"There's no one I'd rather get fucked by," you moan, and with that, he rips the blanket off you, and pushes his finger back in, gently working it in to open you up.

"That feel good?" he whispers. You nod, gasping a little. It didn't hurt as much as you thought it would, as you had been using your own fingers for years, but then, you had no idea what to expect once he went all the way. You thought you would be nervous before it happened. Instead, you were thrilled.

"Tell me what works," he muses, smoothing his hand up your stomach as he fingers you steadily, "What doesn't... you control how fast we go."

You nod again, and bite your lip. "You can go harder."

His lips quirk up. "That's daddy's girl."

You moan loudly at the name, relieved that he had had the same idea. You had been desperate to call the older man that ever since laying eyes on him.

He adds another finger, beginning to curve up and massaging that spot deep inside your pussy. After a moment, he slowly tries one more finger, three deep now, and starts to coax you open enough so he can fit.

"That hurt?" he asks softly, pressing a kiss to your lower stomach. You shudder, and shake your head.

"Not yet."

"Don't worry now," he reminds, "We'll go as slow as you need. No rush, baby girl."

He then trails his lips up your inner thighs, sending little shivers through you, and suddenly, it's as if you've died and gone to heaven.

"Fuck!"

"Mm, you've got a dirty mouth on you, kid," he grins up, and goes back down on you, licking around your clit until you're quivering. You never knew oral could feel that good. Nathan fingers you more as he licks you out noisily, making fully sure you were wet enough to take him, and encourages you to tug on his hair. Silver strands between your fingers, you begin to hear his grunts, and notice his urgency, how he's rutting slightly against your knee.

"You can do it," you moan, eyes half lidded in lust. He looks up at you, pupils dilated.

"You're sure, now?"

"I'm so fuckin' sure, oh god--" you gasp, pussy clenching around his fingers, and he nods, climbing up between your legs. His large body settles on top of you, keeping himself up on his forearms as you hook your heels over his back.

"Please," you urge, and his eyebrows knit, a look of pure desire on his face as he kisses you with everything. While he's kissing you, he undoes his pants, and strokes himself a few times. Reaching under the couch, he grabs a condom, and you blink hazily, looking down. "How...?"

"Wade keeps them all over the place," was the only explanation, which you instantly accepted.

"This is going to hurt a bit," Nathan says against your lips, "Just hold onto me, talk yourself through it if you need to."

He slowly buries himself in you, inch by inch, and you whimper slightly at the stretch. Soon though, you've taken him in fully, and want more.

You nod fervently. "Please. Please more, yeah, that's good, fuck me," you breathe, and he smiles, burying his face in your soft neck as he begins to thrust with deep, careful movements. With every thrust, your breasts bounce between the two of you, and he pauses every now and then to lick and suckle your nipples. You dig your fingers into his back, clutching onto his metal arm for purchase as he grunts your name.

"That's... that's so good..." you moan, already feeling your orgasm approach.

"You close?"

"So close..."

He exhales, hair falling into his face. You lean up to kiss him again, and he obliges, kissing you over and over as he keeps thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, until--

"Oh, fuck! Fuck, Nathan!" you whine, and arch your back as he slams in and finishes with you.

"Mmmph," he groans as he comes in the condom, and your mouth stays open for a good thirty seconds, letting your orgasm pleasurably fade.

"That was unbelievable," you say, and he sits up, pulling the condom off and throwing it on top of Wade's face on the blanket. 

"How do you feel?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed. You smile, crawling over to lay down across his lap.

"Perfect," you whisper, and wrap your arms around him as he drapes his bicep around you, holding you close to his chest. You feel yourself dozing, and he pulls you even closer, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You felt amazing, (y/n)." His hand stalls. "I understand why you kept the secret, but something like that... I don't want you to keep something like that from me. You got it?"

You nod. "Okay."

He strokes your hair back, running his metal arm up your back soothingly. "I love you, hun."

You gasp a little, and warmth spreads through you.  "...I love you too, Nate."

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Synopsis: At a wedding held on the grounds of the X-Men mansion, Wade coerces you and Nathan into a dance. Things get steamy.

Notes: Smut smut smuuut, I love Cable and am infinitely thirsty for my metal daddy. Hope you enjoy this! Features Wade x Colossus and Negasonic x Yukio.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Ellen Phimister and Yukio Kutsuna."

Wade leans over to you, dabbing at his eyes. "I think I'm gonna cry." Beating him to the punch, Colossus blows his nose beside him, blaring like a foghorn. You were also incredibly happy-- two of the most gifted mutants at the x-men mansion, Negasonic Warhead and Yukio were getting married, now that they had graduated from the school and were 22 years old.

"They are a little young, I must admit," Colossus mentions, "But whenever they look at one another, their eyes fill with sunshine..." He sniffles, and you pass him another tissue as he sobs softly into it, "Their journey into love is only just beginning." Wade pats his shoulder, and sighs.

"What a beautiful day for a wedding. Sun's out, nobody I hate severely is here, there's no shitty criminals to fucking obliterate, the local petting zoo just got a litter of baby alpacas so there's that--"

"Hey! Asshole!" Neg shouts into the crowd, turning away from her soon to be wife, "Can you shut the fuck up for a second so I can get married?!"

Yukio giggles, and Wade waves. "I'm so proud of you sweetie!"

"As am I," Colossus nods, and Neg just rolls her eyes, ignoring them. You're half listening to Wade ranting about alpacas as your eyes drift a few rows up, to where Nathan's sitting. Nathan Summers, or Cable, had moved into the mansion a few years ago after accompanying Wade and the group back after a mission. They had come back with a kid named Russell, who was now an enthusiastic student here at the mansion.

Nathan, while a significant number of years your superior, was in Wade's inner circle, which is how you had come to get to know him. He was a gruff guy at first, but after a little time together, he had shown his vulnerabilities, his soft side, and best of all-- his sense of humour, one that closely resembled Wade's. Over the course of fighting on missions together, sharing close quarters on the way to them, chatting, living in the same mansion, you had come to appreciate not only his sensitivity, but his good looks.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would have fucked Cable years ago. His rippling muscles, strong jaw, sexy silver and black hair, all contributed to the many nights you had spent awake and horny. Wade had dropped in one night while you had been having a little "me" time, whispering Cable's name. Wade was the least opportune person to have done that.

"(y/n) I was going over your super suit, and I was thinking about the functionality. I came to the conclusion that it's fucking usel-- oh. Oh, I see. Masturbation night, is it?"

"Wade, get the fuck out."

"Was that Cable's name you were whispering just now?"

"No!"

"Well dick me down and call me Henry, you're horny for Cable."

"Wade, I swear to god--"

"His penis is half metal, you know!"

"Jesus C--"

"Actually that was a vicious lie, it's 10 inches of solid man meat, (y/n), you're gonna love it--"

"Wadegetoutofmyroomrightfuckingnowandletmefinish."

You and Wade went way back. Despite his annoying personality and testing mouth, you two used to be a close couple. When you had split, there had been no hard feelings between the two of you-- Wade may be a lot of things, but you had to give credit where it's due. He was incredibly respectful, never crossing any boundaries or throwing himself at your feet to take him back. You had remained great friends... and Wade had never forgotten your damn crush on Nathan Summers.

Suddenly, there's an uproar of applause, and you come out of your dream state, clapping along. The two young women kiss at the front, and soon, the reception begins.

Synopsis: You can't stand your fellow team member. The feeling is not mutual.

Notes: Hey everyone, here is the long awaited Sicario fic I promised! Don't worry, there will be another one coming, I'm going to see the sequel tonight, so expect another fic posted tomorrow (ft some Benicio 👀😍). Thank you all for continuing to read my stuff! Means a lot. 💜

Matt Graver.

Even thinking the name makes you want to punch something. Preferably the man himself, but the entitled asswad was nowhere near you right now; probably asleep, as you should be. You had been out drinking last night to forget the shit you saw crossing the border. You were somewhat used to it. Make no mistake, it was a good call to volunteer you instead of your sister, Kate-- you're ex military, turned DEA, and a little more used to blurring the code of conduct under heat than she is. This being said, it was a little tough to see dismembered bodies strung up from every bridge, when all you're used to seeing is packs of cocaine. You think back to your preliminary debrief.

"So. DEA, huh?" Matt nodded, tossing your file down. "DOD myself. We go together like that..." he links his two pinky fingers together, and flashes you a smile. You look away from him."

Hitting the button on the kettle, you hoist yourself up on the counter, rolling your neck.

After that exchange at the debriefing, he had found you again, donning a pair of slacks and some lovely green crocs.

"Ready for some action tomorrow?" he grinned, and you hesitated.

"Tomorrow?"

"Oh, did no one tell you?" he asked boredly, popping in some gum, "We're moving out tomorrow instead of next Tuesday, so pack your stuff."

"Thanks," you grit out, and he comes up to you, staring you straight in the eye. He's only inches away at this point, and you clench your jaw. He just gives you that smug smile.

"No problem." He looks you up and down. "If you need a little help packing up, call me."

"Like I'm going to let you go through my panty drawer, asshole," you shoot back.

"Man, you're crushing my dreams here, (y/l/n)!"

You were rarely ruffled, but his blatant disregard for convention disarmed you. Reminded you a little of... well, you. You swirl the tea bag around in your mug.

"You married?"

You shake your head. "Never had the chance."

"Well yeah, would've been surprised if you said yes. How old're you, anyway?"

"27."

He grins. "Yep. Young and sweet."

You snort. "Everyone who's called me innocent in the past has learned quickly."

"I don't doubt it," he nods, "Chill out. I don't intend to make that mistake."

A knock at your door wakes you from your thoughts. You walk over, and peer through the eyehole to see the man himself, Matt Graver, standing in your doorway with his usual button up, slacks, and flip flops.

"What?" you crack the door open in exasperation.

"Morning, sunshine," he says, checking his 2AM watch time.

"Graver, I'm not in the mood, I've got the daddy of all fucking hangovers," you mutter, and he hums, coming in and sitting down with that shit eating grin.

"Say that again."

You frown, and lock the door. "What?"

"Daddy," he smirks, and you flip him off, pouring some chamomile tea.

"Would you like some tea, Matt? Thanks, I'd love some, (y/n)," he feigns, raising his eyebrows at you, and you resist the smile twitching at your lips, turning away so he doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing it.

"This is my last tea bag," you grumble.

"All the better to share with the guest," he says, and you sigh, pouring him a mug and setting it down in front of him with a punctuated thump. Joining him at the table, you shrug.

"So? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Matt leans back, and you try not to let yourself look down at the bulge he's got in those cargo pants. The fucker probably goes commando, which was even worse with someone that... gifted. He tilts his head at your question. "Eh. Thought I'd drop by."

"Uh huh?" you nod, "Business hours are tomorrow. Like I said, I'm not in the mood."

"Okay, alright, shit," he chuckles, "You take no prisoners. Here. Came to give you this." He slides a manilla folder across the table, and you go to open it. He puts a hand over yours. "Wait until I'm gone to read it. Then I can deal with all your annoying questions tomorrow."

"Annoying questions?" you repeat.

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't ask such annoying questions if you didn't give me such an annoying answers," you retort, and look down. His hand is still on top of yours. He notices that you've noticed, and slowly removes it, not without that smirk.

"What did you do before you became DEA?"

"I've always been DEA."

"Nah, I think you're just a private person. C'mon... I'm curious."

You take a deep breath, and give up. "I served in the army."

He sobers up. "Where?"

"Iraq. Like my sister's partner."

"I respect that. I respect you, contrary to what you probably believe."

You scoff, taking a sip of your tea. "I believe you respect very few people, Mr. Graver."

"Keen guess, and you're one of 'em."

You look up at him over your cup, and can't help but believe his honest eyes... and the way he's looking at you--

God, the tension between you two has been killer since you met. It seemed as if even the others had begun to notice. It's just his confidence, his carefree attitude, the ease with which he does his job. You wouldn't call it graceful, but you would call it smart.

"What're you thinking about?" he asks softly.

"You."

He's surprised at the straightforward answer. "Really?"

"I don't know what to make of you. You're a mystery to me, yet you're the least mysterious person on this god damn team. I hate mysteries, Graver."

"I don't think you've seen many guys like me. That's all," he says, "Guys who nail the whole, maximum results, minimum effort deal."

"But I can't figure something out," you mutter, pushing your cup away in frustration. Does he like you, or does he just like to play?

"You're wondering if I was pulling all that flirty stuff outta my ass," he nods, chuckling. You bite your lip at the deep sound, and rub a hand over your eyes. "Well... truth is, no. It wasn't all bullshit." He sits forward. "I think you're a fuckin knock out, and I wanna have you on every surface of this room. There, boom. The truth is out." He puts his hands behind his head. "Like I said. If you need help, I'm always here."

You blink at him, then slide forward to press your lips to his. He warmly reciprocates, putting his large hand behind your head to keep you there, and using the other one to pull you into his lap. You moan into his mouth, and he bounces you, stealing your lips into his mouth with a grunt. You reach down feverishly to unbuckle his pants, and he helps you with yours as well. It's as if both of you are racing the other to see who can get who undressed first, and he ultimately wins, yanking your pants down and off. You take off his shirt, running your hands up his heaving chest, and he does the same for you, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You gaze down at him, your lips barely ghosting over one another's.

"You're the first guy who's gotten it on the first try."

"What can I say? I've cracked the code," he smirks, and kisses you again, lifting you up so that your legs are wrapped around his middle. You continue to make out with him as he holds you against the wall, using one hand to drop his pants. You cluck your tongue as you look down at his cock, boxer-free.

"I was right."

He gives you a funny look, before reaching down to grab a condom from his pocket. "Do me a favour, open this?" he asks, and holds it up for you to rip with your teeth. "Impressive."

"Why the hell did you bring a condom?" you sigh, wondering why you're even asking.

"I guess you could say my intentions were not pure," he grins, and slides the protection on. You bite your lip, feeling yourself get even wetter at the prospect of taking that. You had only had a few skilled and endowed lovers in your lifetime, and you had a feeling that this was going to put all the others to shame.

"Ready?" he groans in your ear, pumping himself in his fist.

"Yeah," you whisper, and he reaches down to dip two fingers into you, running them through your slick and then parting your folds. He moves his fingers up to your clit, and begins to rub as he finally pushes himself in.

"Ahg--" you fall forward into his chest, your arms looping around his neck tightly, "Ohgod-- Matt..."

"Use your words, honey," he coos gently, starting up a steady, rocking pace. His hips rotate as if he's swinging them, each time thrusting deep inside you. After the sixth thrust, you feel him reach your g-spot, and you gasp.

"There! There, there... oh fuck, Matt, please..."

He gives a self-satisfied smirk. "Enjoying yourself, huh?"

"Fuck... you..." you growl, throwing back your head.

"You're doing a sweet job of that, (y/n)," he laughs, and starts going harder, increasing his thrusting.

"Please... pl... pl... oh..." your clit throbs as he continues to stroke and rub and stimulate it, and while that hand does that and his hips hold you against the wall, he uses the other hand to wrap a hand around your left breast, squeezing and massaging until he moves onto the other one.

"Beautiful," he muses, and you moan again as he continues to take you against the wall. After a moment, he bites his lip, and spins you both around, setting you on your back, on the table. The tea spills a little-- neither of you care. He covers your body with his larger one, thrusting in perfectly, again and again until you feel your orgasm coming.

"Matt... Matt, oh!" You get lost in the headspace. "Fuck me, daddy!"

He groans, eyelids squeezing shut, and now he really starts to fuck you, so hard the table moves. "That's it... what a good girl for daddy... daddy's girl, hm? That's amazing, sweetheart, let daddy fuck you just right..."

"Mmm," you whine, grabbing onto his arms, and he connects your lips one last time as he tugs your hair back, exposing you neck for him to suck.

"Mine..." his voice vibrates through you as he marks you and repeats that against your skin.

"Please... Matt, daddy, daddy please let me..."

"Gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart," he murmurs, switching his quick, rough thrusts to slow, deep pounds as he holds one palm flat on the tabletop. You just about sob at the feeling.

"Please, let me come!"

"Don't let me hold you back," he smirks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your open lips, and you climax hard, feeling your wetness coat him. He keeps fucking you through it, until he's sure you've had your fill. Then, he pumps a few more times inside of you, shuddering and moaning your name. You hold onto him as he comes too, meeting his eyes. He looks debauched, and you're sure you do too.

"Two surfaces," he breathes, falling back into his chair.

"What?" you pant as well as he grabs his shirt and sits back down too.

"I only fucked you on two surfaces," he begins to smile, "That's a couple fewer than I promised." He runs a hand through his hair, wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

"You keeping score?" you smile a little.

"I am now," he says, and shakes his head. "I thought you were gonna punch me when I confessed."

"That was my first instinct," you tell him.

"Well. Me and my penis are sure glad you went with your first." You get up and shove him, and he sets off laughing. "Fuck," he exhales, looking at the time, "I'll see you tomorrow at base."

"Uh huh," you simply mutter back.

"And tomorrow night."

"Debateable," you huff.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow night," he says, and takes one last sip of his drink, licking his lips. "Damn good tea. You gonna have some more of that? You know, tomorrow night? When I see you again?"

"Sleep tight Graver," you roll your eyes, ushering him out the door. With a playful little wave, he's gone, and you're left to contemplate your job, your love life, your sex life, and whether or not you actually want to contemplate those things.

Fuck it. Matt's sexy, in every sense of the word. You could die any day, any hour right now. This is definitely what you need-- and he knows it.

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Hello y’all! So I’ve been asked quite a few times if I have a masterlist, so I figured I’d better get on that. I’ll reblog this with new additions everytime I put out a new fic :) 

Deadpool-- Cable x Readers 

Sweet, Sweet Love

Irresistible 

Training 

When In Cancun

California Highway One 

That’s A First 

Hot Water

Hey, Baby

No Country For Old Men: Llewelyn Moss x Readers

Shady Money 

On The Run

Sicario/Sicario 2: Matt Graver x Readers

Business Hours