#cable self insert

Nathan noticed it all. But instead of anger, it left a quiet warmth in his chest. He liked seeing how much you meant to them—how you fit into the chaos of the mansion like you’d always been meant for it.

You were light in a place that carried a lot of heavy shadows. Still, sometimes, when he caught you mid-laugh at someone else’s joke, he felt a pull low in his chest. A selfish one. No one could blame Nate for wanting to protect those he loved, but you knew your old man could get jealous from time to time.

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Nathan watched it all from his spot in the corner of the common room, broad arms crossed, jaw tight. Bobby leaned in a little too close for his liking when you laughed, Hank hung on every word of the story you were telling. Something primal stirred in his chest. Need. Need to claim what was his.

When your conversation winded down, you sauntered over to Cable.

You knew he was pouting. You braced each hand on the arms of the recliner he was talking solace in; a wide smirk splayed on your face.

“You got the whole damn mansion wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

You smiled fully, soft but wicked. “You like that they adore me. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I do,” he admitted, rough and quiet. “But I’d rather you were lookin’ at me like that.”

Your laugh softened into something tender, and you leaned closer until your lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

“Then stop brooding in the corner and claim me.”

That snapped any restraint he was managing to hold on to.

His metal hand settled heavy on your hip, pulling you into his lap while his other hand cupped your jaw. The kiss he gave you wasn’t about show—it was deep, lingering, all heat under the surface that made your toes curl. When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice was husky. “You’re mine. Don’t care how many eyes are on you.”

And just like that, the edge of jealousy melted into something softer. He held you close, thumb brushing your cheekbone, letting the rest of the world fade away. The mansion could love you all it wanted. But when the day ended, you were the one tangled up in his arms and sheets. The quiet hours belonged to you and him, no one else.

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When the bedroom door closed shut, Nate’s lips crashed into yours in a split second. The kiss was all teeth and tongue. Messy. Hot.

His hands began to wander your body- he needed to caress every curve; claim every beautiful inch

Cable began to rid you of your clothes, they came off in frantic clumsy motions. He wanted you.

Now.

“Imm’a make you scream my name so loud, this whole damn place knows who you belong to.” He muttered as his mouth attached to your neck- His words went straight to your core. A soft, quiet moan fell from your mouth.

“C’mon darlin,’ I know you can be louder than that.”

Fuck

“Make me.” You whispered in his ear.

He paused, unlatching himself from your neck long enough to give you a dangerous smirk.

“Still runnin’ your mouth,” he murmured.

Oh yes

Your back pressed against the wooden door as the rest of you melted into Nate’s touch. His mouth found your breast as did his metal hand.

The contrast of his warm mouth and cool metal hand made your knees weak, every nerve lighting up under his attention. Nathan growled low in his chest, clearly pleased by the way your body reacted so easily to him.

His other hand was rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit.

You felt his mouth curve into a smirk against your skin when he felt how wet you were getting.

"Oh, you like that, don't you darlin' ?"

He knew you did, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You let out a whiny “mmhmm.”

“Use your words.” He commanded, his fingers moving in faster circles.

“Fuck, yes. I love it.” you said, hands tugging his hair which earned another low growl.

Nathan’s mouth sealed to your neck as he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt.

You bit your lip to try and keep quiet, but Cable was not having it.

“let me hear you sweet girl.” He said, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot.

You cringed at the embarrassingly pornographic moan that left your mouth as you threw your head back, hitting the door with a loud thump!

“Shit.” Nate slowed his ministrations slightly. “You alright?”

The door could’ve given you a concussion and you wouldn’t have cared.

“Yes! Now don’t stop!” you begged.

You saw that devious, crooked smile appear on his face and you knew you were in trouble.

Just like that, he removed his fingers from your cunt, stepping back from you to admire how wrecked you looked.

You let out another whine at the complete loss of contact.

Nate’s eyes- glazed over with hunger- raked over your body; appreciating his handiwork.

The look of you wet, ready, and desperate made even more blood rush to his throbbing cock.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart. All fours for me.” His voice low and rough, like gravel.

You could tell his restraint was slipping. He needed it, needed you.

You did as you were told, even going as far as to arch your back in the way that you knew drove Cable absolutely crazy.

You could feel him standing behind you, hear the buckle of his belt being undone, then his clothes being thrown somewhere across the room.

The next thing you felt was the nudge of Nathan’s hard, thick cock at your entrance.

You tried to push back to gain some much needed attention, but Nate grabbed your ass; holding you in place.

“You want this dick so bad, don’t you, babygirl?”

“Yes, please!” You whined.

He tsked.

“So whiny today.” He said, the palm of his hand making contact with your asscheek with a smack!

The pain-pleasure shot through your body to your core.

The contact pulled a moan from your throat, the sound making Nate’s cock twitch.

Nathan usually likes to take his sweet time with you, until you were squirming with anticipation, but he needed to be inside you. Now.

Cable lined himself up with your entrance. You shivered as his tip dragged through your folds, mixing your arousals together.

He groans at the inviting warmth of your pussy. “So fuckin’ wet.”

“All for you, Nate. No one else.”

“Damn right it is.” He claimed, snapping his hips- plunging into you with one swift thrust.

“Nathan!” You gasped at the sudden but pleasurable stretch.

Nathan groaned as he bottomed out, his face contorted in pleasure. Not that you could see it at the moment- you were too busy with your face smushed into the mattress, sheets pulled tight beneath your grasp- adjusting to your boyfriend’s huge cock.

He leans forward, pressing his chest to your back. He presses a kiss to the base of your neck, then another to your spine. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna give you what you need.”

As he straightens, his hands trail along the expanse of your back, a gentle contrast to his words. His palms were warm, fingers slow, memorizing every inch as if he’s in no hurry at all. The touch makes you arch without thinking, a quiet, instinctive response, and he hums softly like he felt it coming.

When the slight pain faded into pure pleasure, you rose up just a bit- enough to look back at Cable.

That look you give him is all the confirmation he needs.

He starts thrusting; slow at first- letting you feel the delicious drag of his cock inside of you.

“Tight fuckin’ pussy.” He says through clenched teeth.

“So damn good for me.”

Encouraged by your moans and whimpers, his pace soon turns relentless; hips slamming into your ass- obscene sounds echoing off the bedroom walls.

His grunts and groans made your stomach flip.

You’re at a loss for words as he drives into you at a maddening pace.

“Less whiny now that you’re full of my cock. Look at you. Fuck. Taking it, like the good slut you are."

He smacks your ass. Then again. Then once more. The three smacks in quick succession have the coil in your belly tightening by the second.

His dirty words have you moaning out his name so loud that the whole mansion heard it. Okay maybe not the whole mansion, but at-least the third floor.

“Told ya that you were gonna be screaming my name.” You could tell he was smirking.

God, he was so sexy when he was vocal. It didn’t happen often so you had to milk it for all it was worth.

“Let them know who’s making you feel this good.”

You released another filthy moan of his name, gripping the sheets tighter- so tight Nate thought you’d rip them. The sheets were far from the first things broken because of your sex life.

With you writhing and moaning beneath him, Cable can feel himself getting close to the edge. He could tell you were close too, noticing all the tell-tale signs he has learned over the course of the relationship.

“Oh, God-" you moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-!” you repeat as Nathan’s cock rubs against your g-spot just right. “Gonna cum!”

You feel the in you coil tighten to the point of snapping.

“You fucking cum all over my cock. Fuck.”

As if it were waiting his permission, the coil snaps and pleasure radiates in waves through your whole body.

Nate works you through your orgasm, using the last of his restraint to keep his rhythm.

He was close too- your pleasure driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“Need to cum babygirl.” He pants, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Yes Nathan, give it to me.”

“You want it in you, huh? Want me to fill this little cunt up?” He asks, his grip tightening as he rolls his hips- voice rough with restraint.

“Yes!” You exclaim, on the verge of overstimulation.

“My needy little slut. Gonna fill you up nice and full. ‘S that what you want?”

He waits for your answer, he already knows it, but he wants you- dares you- to say it out loud.

At this point, your body had gone boneless, thoughts dissolving into sensation. The only sound you managed was a soft, helpless “mmhmm,” barely more than breath, before you turned your head and pressed your face back into the mattress, seeking something solid to ground you as everything else melted away.

One hand slides into your hair, fingers curling until he has a firm handful, tugging just enough to pull you back against him. His other hand comes up around your neck- not squeezing- just resting there, steady and deliberate, thumb brushing your pulse as if he can feel how fast it’s racing. His hot breath ghosts over your skin, warm and intentional, sending a shiver straight down your spine. Then his voice drops, low and unhurried as he murmurs in your ear.

“I asked if that’s what you want, princess. Need you to use your words.”

“Please, Nate I want it.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“Atta girl.” He praised, releasing his grip on you. You settled back down on your elbows and he continued to fuck you, his pace becoming erratic.

With a few final thrusts, Nathan came with a loud grunt. A string of profanity left his mouth as he rode out his orgasm. His cum flooded your cunt- Marking you as his. And only his.

He collapses onto the bed beside you, the tension finally leaving his body, and you roll toward him without thinking. “Mine,” he says with a playful slap to your rear. He says it- not loudly. Not angrily. Like a truth he’s reminding himself of.

He pulls you into his chest, one arm snug around your shoulders, the other resting warm and familiar at your back.

“You okay?” he asks softly, voice still a little rough around the edges. You smile into his skin and assure him you’re more than okay—freaking fantastic, actually.

He lets out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. “Too rough?”


“Not at all,” you promise.

You stay like that for a long while, limbs tangled, basking in the hazy afterglow that makes everything feel slower and softer. His forehead comes to rest against yours, noses nearly touching, and his breathing evens out until it matches your own. When he finally speaks again, his voice is gentle but certain. “I love you.”

You say it back without hesitation.
When he pulls away just enough to look at you, his eyes soften—warm, fond—but the intensity never quite leaves, like the connection between you is still humming under the surface.

The mud stuck to Cable’s boots like glue, making every step a fight in itself. The mountain terrain was unforgiving, with slick mud, even slicker rocks, and tree roots the size of his arm sticking out in every direction. He wasn’t wearing much more than a t-shirt and cargo pants, but still the storm had soaked him through to the bone. The mission was only to gather intel. There has been reports of two omega level mutant children lost in the woods, but Cable hadn’t seen any evidence thus far.

Nathan followed directly behind Colossus, he tried to step in Piotr’s impossibly big footprints to see if he wouldn’t track as much mud.

It didn’t make a difference.

The heavy rain had lightened to a sprinkle, making now the time for the team to move.

Thick, heavy fog made crossing the terrain difficult so Colossus, being the careful soul he is, was moving impossibly slow.

Nate wished for nothing more than to be home. He knew those kids were long gone, no one would make these mountains home, even for a night.

“Alright. That’s it, I’m calling it.” Domino said, voice laced with exhaustion.

The rest of the X-Force agreed to head back to the jet.

Cable leaned back against the padded seat and closed his eyes; grateful that this was his last mission for a while.

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Nathan smelled it before he saw it. The scent of sweet peaches. She was cooking again. Something good; peach cobbler he guessed. His favorite. With a watering mouth and arms aching to hold her, he hurried up the stone steps and into the kitchen.

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You sensed Nathan’s presence getting stronger within the last ten minutes meaning he would be home soon. You figured you would surprise your husband with a welcome home present; his favorite dessert.

Cable knew better than to piss off his pregnant wife, so he took off his muddy boots outside and left them on the porch. She’d scold him for tracking mud through her kitchen if he didn’t.

He chuckled at the thought.

The sing-song way Nate called your name made warmth ripple through your chest, you and the little one rejoiced at his presence.

He greeted you with a kiss and a hug, you could barely get your arms around him due to your 8 month pregnant belly, but he made it work. He always did.

“Hey little girl.” He said, bending down to give your stomach a kiss.

“She missed you, you know. She’s glad you’re home.” You said, heading over to the oven to check the cobbler.

“Is that a mother’s intuition thing or a telepath thing?” He questioned, slinging his duffel bag down.

“Hmmmm…both.” You said, a cheeky smile spreading across your face.

“Hm. Of course it is.” He said, joining you at the oven.

He towered over you from behind, his hands coming to rest on your belly, his mouth pressed kisses to your neck and ear.

You giggled and informed him that he needed to shower before getting in your business. He begrudgingly complied with your request.

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Now squeaky clean, Cable sat across from you at the small table that resided at the bay window in the kitchen. It was your favorite part of the house. The evening sun hit just right, sending soft rays across the house.

You and Nathan ate dinner in comfortable silence, neither of you talked a whole lot and that was okay- it was actually one of the things he loved about you. Your words were always spoken with a softness that made him weak in the knees.

He couldn’t wait to see you become a mom. Your gentle hands that so often held him would soon be holding a baby that was his and your creation. In fact, he was so ready for a baby that he took off from the X force a whole month before your due date to make sure everything was perfect for you and the baby.

The first project tomorrow was to finish putting the crib together, but for now, you and your love sat on the couch watching your favorite show.

You absorbed this moment in your memories, your head in his lap as he ran his hand up and down your arm, mindlessly drawing little circles on your skin. Just the two of you.

Soon to be three.

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Another month had passed. Check ups at the doctor were good and you were feeling as good as you could for being nine months pregnant. Nate was an absolute rock through the last month; massaging your swollen ankles, making sure you had an endless snack supply, going to the store at all hours of the night for the foods you were craving, even watering the plants specifically how you wanted him to.

You had tried to read your little one’s mind to see when she would be making her arrival, but even given your talents for mind reading, it was difficult because unborn babies didn’t really have any thoughts- you could tell that she was there- that she existed, but that was about it. You could tell when she perked up upon hearing Nate’s voice. This was an experience unique to you. You treasured it. Your bond with her was already so strong; you couldn’t wait to meet her outside of your womb.

For now, all you and Cable could do was patiently wait for her to make her appearance.

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You woke up to pain shooting through your whole body. You sat up in bed, waking Nate up in the process. He was a light sleeper anyways.

“Braxton hicks?” He questioned.

“No-“ another wave of pain hit. “I think it’s the real thing this time.”

“I got you.” He said, coming to help you out of the bed.

You practically threw yourself into his arms, walking was already difficult, but the contractions made it worse.

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You didn’t think you could love Nate any more than you already did, but the way he whispered encouragement in your ear all throughout your labor and the way he held your hand and didn’t let go, only deepened your love for him. Nate’s love for you soared to new heights as he watched you literally bring life into the world, the things you were capable of continued to impress and inspire him.

But the thing that tipped your happy tears over the edge was the image of him holding your tiny, most perfect baby girl. He was cooing at her, making funny baby noises, telling her that she was beautiful just like her mama.

After locking that moment in your memories, you decided it was time for you to get some sleep. Baby girl was here safely and she was, quite literally, in good hands. You both were.

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