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Wow, a third thread! Bitchin'.

Man, the way Cable was holding the giant ass Liefeld gun it kind of looked in the thumbnail like he was crucified.


Haha I was thinking the same thing!

you're getting all the wrong (and blasphemous) thoughts in my head. Shame on you! (or not so much...)

Deadpool blow-jobs while Nate is dying for our sins, y/y?

well... no... but yours is great too XD
just that whole idea of nate=jesus and deadpool following him around as a disciple and worshipping him and... stuff. Would that make 'pool Judas or Mary Magdalene?!?

Magdalene on constant PMS moodswings.

Nice opening picture, btw.

And he dies right after he comes, lol.

Haha you guys are killing me.

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I can't say for sure... but I think I could go for some noncon...

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Eep. My bad. Here's a smaller image.

Ugh no Rulk, just no...


ditto. do not want.

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Needs moar Deadpool/Bullseye

That hat! Oh, man.

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Don't tell me I'm the only one who thought that Deadpool calling Cable 'sexy' in the new "Marvel Ultimate Alliance" game was awesome.

Have an unfinished sketch that I should probably be working on, too.

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Althought Wade does look like he's nomming that dick rather than fellating it, and neither of them look like they're really enjoying it (although Nate is clearly appreciating his view)


FUCK YEAH. Whoever commissioned this is my favourite person on the internets. DAT cancer skin.
>Wade does look like he's nomming that dick rather than fellating it
I think that's kind of the joke.

That anatomy and pencilwork is gorgeous. Holy shit.

Pics or it didn't happen.


omfg. /right click save

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Delivered from my crap camera phone
Take note of the 'See you, Cable'

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And a screencap of cable 'cause he's coo'

God bless you, /co/mrade~

Is it a replay only thing SINCE I SEE NANO NICK FURY THERE I THINK

It's not replay only, promise. I just went to replay for the pictures, cause y'know, I'm lazy.
To get it in replay if you missed it go to 'White Star HQ 3' or something. Just chat to Cable as Deadpool, pick the second conversation starter and all is well.
He goes on about being a realist after you call him sexy, though.


Ugh, what the hell, I did talk to Cable as much as I could and it never. I will sob forever now. I rented the came so I can't go back haha.

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Everyone and their kid brother has seen this, butit MUST NOT BE FORGOTTEN.

you missed the next panel of DAT ASS


I love how /smug/ Nate looks, like, "Yeah, this bitch, he's <i>mine</i>"

I recently got into this pairing and I find that is very little of them and that its fandom is almost inactive. :(

I bring one of my fave fics.

The Summers Family Breed 'em Kinky! - 1/6
The day started out just as any would when it came to the lives of one mutant messiah and one scarred mercenary who put up with him. On the run from authorities.

And in women's clothing.

It was the only thing he had time to grab before running like hell out of the not-so-abandoned barn they'd been holed up in. Nate, of course, had managed to keep his usual blue costume, but his had been beyond any sort of repair after the fight and he wasn't much for looking like Dom in the early nineties with more hole than costume.

"You should've grabbed more than one horse," Wade muttered, holding the reins and pouting in a way that almost made the clothing look like it belonged on him.

"We've got the one," Nate replied. He shoved some more bullets back into his gun, then checked it. "Keep going."

Wade rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. "Stupid Summers and their stoicism."

Heh, Alliteration was fun.

"What was that?" It was followed by the sound of gunfire. Four bullets, to be exact, fired from the back of the horse. Hailing somewhere straight from that big chunk of metal Nate was aiming.

More of that eye rolling. Of course Nate got the gun. He also got to wear pants. At least he was the one who had to ride bitch on the horse. That was the thought that kept Wade all toasty warm and kept his manhood from being offended by the entire situation.

It was needed too. The skirt was damn drafty.

"Be sure to keep us steady!" Because Nate could order people around. Of course. "I'm running out of bullets."

"Aim better!" Wade snapped, digging his heels into the horse's sides to spur it on faster into a gallop.The He was pretty damn glad Nate managed to grab one of the big horses who they wouldn't kill with their combined weight.

The noise of bullets firing off into the beyond picked up again. One round, two rounds, three rounds, four rounds-- "I'm out," Nate called, shoving the empty gun into his pocket. He turned back, so he could grab Wade to keep steady on the damn horse.

Wade stiffened, trying to crane his neck around to give him a look for that. "Watch where the hands are going mister! I'm not that kinda lady!"

"I'd rather not fall off the horse," Nate commented, the jackass. "Just keep on going, straight ahead. We should be able to outrun them." He didn't let go.

"Hands above the waist!" Wade insisted, gritting his teeth and ducking down as the horse took off down the road faster than he thought something this big was capable. It was like Galactus moving like a cheetah or somethin'.

While Nate didn't really roll his eyes, he did grab a little tighter onto Wade's sides, gritting his teeth. "Keep going until we lose them or the horse tires out," he said.

And they did.

It was what certainly felt like a long time later that Wade was twisting around to check if they lost their intrepid pursuers. Seeing no sign of the po-po, he decided that bringing the horse back down to a walk would probably keep from killing the poor smelly thing.

He'd named the gelding Vicky. Because of the smell and the fur.

"We should keep on going for a while yet," Nate muttered, glancing over his shoulder. He'd still refused to let go of Wade during the whole... thing.

"We're still walking," Wade replied, looking down at the hands. "Look at us still walking along away from the nice pistol waving constables."

And wow had Nate randomly ended up pressed against him there.

One last glance behind him, and that was that. "We're going to have to find the root cause of this," Nate said, his eye flashing dangerously. "It was a little... unexpected." He leaned forward.

There was chest against his back. Why was there chest against his back? Were they gonna start doing the pottery scene from Ghost now? He did have the voice for it, after all...

Wade shook his head to clear any thoughts of Nate dancing around. "Nobody puts baby in a corner," He muttered, completely oblivious to any dramatic eye flashing.

"Shhh," Nate replied, and fell quiet. The horse clomped on on his merry way. One of Nate's hands drummed quietly against Wade's chest.

The Summers Family Breed 'em Kinky! - 2/6

"...uh, you do know the skirt and--rather fashionable blouse if I do say so myself-- are just to hide my shame, right? I'm not hiding any boobs in there," Wade said, eyes going wide for a moment at the whole touching thing here. There wasn't supposed to be any touching. It was just witty banter and unresolved sexual tension that came from all the fighting.

"...Hm." Nate was being so very darn helpful right now. "At least you didn't go for the polka dots..." And hilarious. Really.

"I liked the yellow," Wade said before he could catch himself and keep that man card from being revoked. Damn his highly attuned fashion sense.

Of course, this only served to distract him from the problem at hand. Nate was still pawing at him like a drunken prom date and this skirt did nothing to hide his reactions thereof. Even if it did make his thighs look fabulous.

He shoulda remembered to do laundry and wore his boxers instead of the thong he stole from Nate's sister.

Nate patted him on the shoulder with the other hand. "Of course," he said. And then paused, as if realizing something for the first time. "Wade...?"

"Did you hear that?" Wade asked quickly. "It sounded like Apocalypse! Run, Nate! Run and smite him with your over-sized Freudian slip!"

"...Apocalypse is in space, Wade." Nate leaned back, shooting Wade a look from behind. "Um..."

"He could be here." Somewhere. "Okay, so maybe it's your dad. And he's dating another new telepathic chick!"

Stalling until this whole thing went away was the best plan he ever had. Other than that one that involved a tube and a midget in Chicago with Weaz.

Rubbing his forehead with the one hand he was able to keep free, Nate muttered something under his breath. Then spoke, louder, "Wade, shut up."

The horse hit a bump. That meant Nate was going to have to-- sigh-- cling tighter. The universe hated.

"You know, this reeks of cliched fanfic," Wade remarked, looking forward with great determination. "Any minute now there's gonna be a secluded glen with a crystal clear pool of water where we take baths and sneak peeks at each other before making slow and tender love beneath the starlit sky." A beat. "Which it would randomly be, instead of kinda cloudy and in the middle of the morning."

"...I wasn't really planning on it," Nate replied, eying him sideways. "We're in a desert, Wade. It goes on for roughly another hundred miles in that direction..." He gestured in front of them, past Wade's head.

"..." Wade turned his head to give him a look right on back. "Fine, an oasis then. But the cliche still stands!"

Especially since the movement of the horse so wasn't helping with the unsexy thoughts. Like... Jimmy all feral, Or Bullseye and Tasky making out.

Ugh, that one almost made him throw up.

"That better be the gun poking me or I'm calling shenanigans."

There was a short silence.

"Oh, by the Bright Lady," Nate muttered, "This is utterly ridiculous." So, clearly, to defeat the point, he had to reach forward and grab Wade through the fabric of the skirt. Clearly.

Wade actually did pride himself on being pretty graceful when it came to fighting and the like, so when that nearly caused him ll off the horse, it was safe to say it was a surprise. "Nate?!"

"This is ridiculous," Nate repeated, calmly, "Let's deal with it and move on." He wasn't letting go.

"How is a handjob dealing with it and moving on?!" Wait... why was he complaining about a handjob? "And you are far too calm about this, man! And don't say 'it's a future thing' or I swear to god I'mma punch you until you stop with the cryptic."

"It's that, or you're going to be complaining all night." Nate had taken up his damn leaning thing again. "I'm just... evaluating the possibilities."

" this is to shut me up?" Wade asked, wondering if he should be offended or just go with the sex here. It wasn't like anyone was dying to get into his pants--skirt-- these days.

Nate raised an eyebrow at his back. Rather than respond verbally, he rubbed Wade through the skirt, once or twice...

The Summers Family Breed 'em Kinky! - 3/6

Wade swallowed back whatever witty response he had for that because... Guh. Hand that wasn't his on his dick right now. It had been too fucking long since it was anything but his right hand there. He leaned back, deciding to maybe go with this for now. It wasn't as if Nate was gonna run around and spill the bean that he jacked Deadpool off while he was in drag.

...that was so much dirtier than he thought it would be.

That hand stopped. It slid over the fabric, smoothing it over Wade's leg for a moment, and then it was under the skirt. Nate rubbed up Wade's thigh, grabbing him more firmly with his other arm. "Better?"

"Yeah-huh!" Wade said quickly, nodding more than a few times to show how much this was nice and seriously what was the catch here?

There was a small pause as possible scenarios ran through his head. Most were from porn. After that he had to ask, "'re not gonna try to fuck me here, are you? Because just because I'm in a skirt, doesn't make me a bitch."

And he had a knife on the other thigh with which to prove that point most effectively.

"We're on a horse," Nate replied, like that answered absolutely everything, and pushed his hand further up. To find-- "...Thong?"

" was laundry day," Wade muttered. Of course now he was gonna have a rep as the cross-dressing merc with a mouth. he just knew it.

"..." Nate seemed to have decided not to ask. He yanked on it instead, pulling it down. "No more surprises?"

Wade turned his head. "What else could I surprise you with there? It doesn't have teeth, there's only one and I most certainly am not a chick."

He was not doing a little 'ants in his pants' squirming over his dick no longer being trapped by the banana hammock. That would be silly to think he was.

Okay, he was, but could you blame him?

The horse kept on going. He, too, seemed to have decided not to mention certain things for the day. Yep.

"That's a relief," Nate said. Only a little awkwardly. He took Wade in hand, careful underneath the skirt. "Wouldn't want to lose a hand."

Hand! There was a hand and warm and tight and this was the best he'd had in over a year... or three. How fucking sad was that, huh? Only sex he'd had in three years was this.

"'m thinkin' that's only for ladybits and in horror movies, ya know," Wade muttered trying to keep his eyes from slipping down to half mast.

Nate's form leaned forward to support him more. The movement of the horse was still making it a bit difficult to just stay seated, after all. He jerked up slowly, his eyes set on the side of Wade's face. "Never was much for horror movies."

Wade opened his mouth to say something and only managed a silent little fish like gaping. His grip on the reins tightened just a bit as he tried to rock forward into that hand. "'s quality entertainment," he managed after that false start.

"If you say so..." Nate's own hips twitched against his for a moment, but then stopped, restrained. He began to move, picked a rhythm, slow upstrokes, faster downstrokes. The fabric of the skirt rubbed against the top of his hand.

It bunched up lewdly, showing more of his thighs than the length of the skirt would have normally allowed. Wade leaned back against him, still keeping himself in control by trying to focus on the road. Make this last...

He was pretty sure that before he started this good guy crap and working for/with Nate, he never got off on feeling someone's hard on rubbing against his ass and the small of his back. It was about enough to make him twitch a lil' and moan between gritted teeth. "You gonna jus' keep ignorin' that?"

"Ignoring what...?" Nate leaned his chin on Wade's shoulder. He seemed to be staring down at the entire-- thing down there, his hand moving over and over again. Then his eyes flicked up at the road. "Paying attention?"

"That's not a gun," Wade said, having to let go of the reins with one hand to put his hand against the very frontmost part of the saddle or find himself falling again here. Balance was imperative for horseback sex it seemed.

He rather shamelessly humped forward into that hand, moaning quietly at the feeling of it all. "I'm not gonna be able to ignore that, ya know."

The Summers Family Breed 'em Kinky! - 4/6

"Might be able to," Nate replied, his eyes sliding shut for no particular reason at all. "Mind over matter." It was starting to seem likely he was enjoying this...

"You're one fucking kinky guy," Wade informed him, watching him out of the corner of his eye. "Never woulda guessed it."

Although, you know what they say about the quiet ones... If Wade woke up tied up in those weird Japanese knot bondage thingies, he was gonna be so pissed off.

"I'm not." Nate's eyes flicked back open. His hips gave another twitch. "I'm just lending a hand..."

Because that wasn't a bad joke at all, or anything.

It was a horrible joke, but Wade snickered like a thirteen year old boy over it anyway. "You hard an' all you're focusin' on is how my skirt is moving?" Wade spread his legs to pull the fabric up yet more. "An' that's not kinky to you?"

"...Nope?" Now he did sound a little awkward, there. Next thing, Nate's hand was slipping off Wade's chest and rubbing at Wade's now mostly-uncovered thigh instead.

"Kee-rist," Wade said with a snort. This was kinda flattering. But who woulda thought all it took to get some sex was to put on women's clothing? "You got a kink for crossdressing or something?"

"Not really." And out with the awkwardness again. "Stop complaining." Without warning, he brushed his thumb over the tip.

Wade inhaled sharply, shifting in the saddle and grinning. "Oooo, I think I hit a nerve."

He was gonna cherish this moment and remember when he was the one who got to Nate and not the other way around. It was a red letter day for his Livejournal.

Dropping the reins completely now-- the horse was going just fine on his own-- Wade reached back and hesitated for a moment before putting his hand on Nate's thigh. The metal one. It was warm through the fabric instead of cool like he kinda expected.

The hand on Wade's thigh left abruptly. Nate eyed him, sideways-- and that hand found the side of Wade's face, which he tilted, not particularly waiting for anything as he kissed him. Firmly, too. His hips jerked a little at the contact, over the fabric as it might have been.

Okay, he hadn't actually that that was true. It was a joke, you know... haha? And now there was kissing involved.

It took him a few seconds to respond, opening his mouth numbly. He had something in his head like Pretty Woman, not on the lips about this. But he didn't have the frog mouth... even if Nate did make a pretty good Richard Gere. He should kiss him back. Soon.

Seriously, what the hell about that made this more real and less... fuckbuddy-y.

Before any moves in return could be made, though, Nate broke it, his forehead resting against Wade's as he breathed, speeding up his hand. "...You can go for the pants, you know..."he panted, looking at him with those big blues.

...that was so many levels of cheating there. So many fucking levels. It was like trying to say no to a puppy. A puppy who had your dick in his hand and was doing nice things to it, but a puppy nonetheless.

Wade swallowed loudly, eyes open wide as he tried to convey the whole cheating thing. "...I can't see behind me." Cop-out. Such a wussy cop-out.

Nate dropped his chin back to Wade's shoulder; the hand against Wade's head went with him, seemingly vanishing until an audible zipping noise made it quite clear what had just happened. "You asked," he pointed out, quietly.

But then he was drunk on the sex! He didn't actually put any thought into touching some other guy's dick!

Even if he could feel it now behind him. Yup that was most certainly a penis there. And it was getting his blouse stained with pre-cum. That was never gonna come out without detergent and oh god that was the gayest thing he'd ever thought in his life. Gayer than the thoughts about the oasis thing.

Wade nodded, looking around suddenly, as if there would be someone around who would see them doing this. After a moment or two of deliberation on fair trade and how Nate had been very nice so far with the handjob, he took a deep breath and reached back to hesitantly run his fingers over Nate's dick.

The Summers Family Breed 'em Kinky! - 5/6

The sigh that followed was equal parts relief and a certain amount of-- well, joy, on Nate's part. His eyes slipped shut. His hand reached down to rub along one of Wade's balls in return. The horse started a little with a blow of a stray rock, but it wasn't anything seriously. "Hmhm."

Well if that was what he got for just touching, Wade was thinking this was the best deal he ever did. Closing his hand around Nate's length, he shifted in the saddle and stroked down awkwardly. It was a bad damn angle here.

Fine enough, it seemed, for Nate, who groaned and took a hold of Wade's shaft again, pumping up hard. He left even more vaguely obscene impressions under the skirt, but at this point, complaining about it seemed to be pretty useless. "Won't be long," he muttered into Wade's blouse, then pulled his head up.

Wade nodded once, trying to reach back at a different angle this time and--okay that might break his arm. And ow. Very much the ow there.

Glancing over at him once before quickly looking at a spot somewhere in the distance, Wade cleared his throat and lifted the back of the skirt up instead, pressing back just enough to feel the length of Nate's dick between his ass cheeks and that really should not have turned him on quite as much as it did. The skirt certainly wasn't helping either.

He just bit his lip and didn't make any comments on how this was so being the bitch here as he shifted back to encourage a lil' movement.

Something seemed to have caught in Nate's throat. He panted something hoarse. His hips twitched again, and, given a moment... finally thrust up against him, in a slightly slower replica of the rhythm he was beating on Wade's dick. "Well," he said, but didn't elaborate.

He pressed his face into Wade's neck and curled his arm around his torso again, keeping them steady. Sliding up just there and by the sound of his gasping, it seemed that he didn't mind overly much.

Oh, this was at least ten times hotter than porn here. He could feel Nate's breath on his neck, his hand on his dick, hear all the noises he was making and the rocking of his hips there... "Oh, mother of Martha Stewart," He gasped.

He should put his hands somewhere here... Nate's thighs seemed like the best idea if he wanted to keep his balance so that's just where they ended up.

"Don't got..." Nate grunted. Apparently he got less wordy when he was turned on. Fancy that. "...any furniture..." He kissed the side of Wade's neck. His hand on Wade's hip, fingers spread out across the skin, kept him steady, in the right spot, going just right...

He just had to ask, "Furniture?" Nevermind that now! More of that kissing thing was always gonna be appreciated. Wade panted, holding onto Nate hard enough to give him some rather spectacular bruises. And they were just gonna ruin his skirt at this rate, damn it.

Okay maybe he needed to focus on things that were his skirt, but that keeping him from cumming right now and that seemed important. Outlasting Nate and all here.

"Martha?" It looked like tiny words were definitely Nate's style there.The bruises in question were already going a little blue around the edge, but he didn't really react to it. He panted heavily on the wet spot on Wade's neck and shifted his head sideways. "C'mon..."

Okay, that there? Yet more cheating. Nathan Askani'Son Cable Priscilla Joey Joe Joe Whatever He Was Going By Today Summers did not make noises like that and didn't fucking get people all hot and bothered by just breathing on their neck. Sure, the hand on his dick and the... stuff going on behind him was helping, but that was just a step to far there.

Wade tensed for a moment, making an inarticulate noise that sounded kinda like 'peanut butter' and he wasn't even sure it wasn't him saying 'peanut butter' at that point. But shit, man. There was a spot on his skirt that was spreading and he was pretty sure he hadn't cum in his clothing since he was a teenager.

The Summers Family Breed 'em Kinky! - 6/6

There were some faint lines of a smirk pressed into his neck, or something like it. Can't have been more than a couple of moments before Nate shoved his face down into his neck again, made some undescribable noise, and shot something all over his lower back. And the back of the skirt. Pretty much ruined, now. Nate muttered something that sounded like he was questioning Wade about the peanut butter comment, but it was too muffled to tell.

Give him a moment to get his mind back online here. Rebooting after bluescreening over sex.

"...I think I kinda want that oasis now," Wade said slowly. He felt like kinda like the floor of a porn theater with all the... stuff. That he wasn't gonna think too much about lest he have some sort of gay panic and ruin the afterglow here.

"Should've lost them by now," Nate murmured. He sounded kind of tired. He withdrew his head from Wade's shoulder. "Which means... we can probably try and see if the bodyslide system is back up..."" He pulled his hand out from under Wade's skirt, and shook it at the ground to get all of that stuff off.

He should so take care of the thong when they were not on a horse. "I think we might need to leave money for therapy for Vicky."

Nate cast a look over his shoulder, at the horse in question. "I think he'll live," he said, forcing his breathing back down to a manageable level.

"Right. Horse and lacking of higher cognitive functions." Wade slumped a lil' bonelessly.

"Mmhm." He patted Wade on the shoulder. "Ready for a bodyslide?"

"I want a shower and maybe some Chinese food." A beat. "And a cigarette."

But that was because it was just what you did when you'd just had sex with your enemy turned uneasy ally, turned best friend, turned guy who you have UST with to the point where random people comment on it.

As if he could read Wade's mind, Nate patted him again and said, "We'll see to that. Bodyslide by three."

The horse blinked owlishly for all of a second before the blinding glare of light had overtaken him, too.

Wade very calmly smoothed his skirt and ignored the open mouthed looks of shock from Irene and... was that The Fixer? Why did they keep asking him to work here? Was Weaz unavailable?

"And that is why we don't play around in the past," He informed them both very calmly. "I love the hair cut, by the way, Irene. It's very flattering."

...this was the worst day ever.

Nate slid off the horse with grace. "It's been a long day," he said, visibly unaffected by the SHEER AWKWARD of this, "I'll be in my quarters."


Right now Wade was wondering just how the hell his pants were back on and nothing was out of place there. Because he knew that wasn't a hallucination. His lower back was all itchy and sticky and that was about enough to let him know it was real.

"...the horse and I are going to go and get some Chinese food," He said finally, trying to nudge Vicky in the direction of the doors. And away from trying to eat the Fixer's shirt.

And with that, the both of them left the room, heads held high.

The anon who wrote this is the best anon ever and has my eternal love.

We're not inactive! We're just... Sleeping. But I'm glad to see someone new interested in the greatness that is Cable/Deadpool. If you haven't already been there, the LJ comm updates at least once a week.

More fanfic post because I don't have any new images.

Motivational Techniques

There were points in Deadpool's life where he stopped and wondered just how he'd gotten there. Like that time in Prague with the stripper and an orphanage and the stripper nuns... god he missed stripper nuns about now. Even the older ones. It had been like a room full of chaste Bea Arthurs.

...never mind that now.

Now he was laying face down on a bed, arms duct taped behind him like he'd been cuffed by the police. "If this is a kidnapping, I'm going to be so cross. And gonna hunt you down and beat you to death with your own arm. Which I'll rip off in the most painful way I can think of. Oh, I will. I have talents."

"It's not a kidnapping."

Now that was a familiar, kind of low, kind of George Clooney-y voice right there.

Very familiar. And not just because he'd watched the Ocean's Eleven movies over the weekend. ...he liked Matt Damon. Don't you judge him for his taste in action stars. You go watch those Bourne movies and tell him that wasn't cool! Like an emo James Bond with less making it with chicks and more killing people.

But he digressed.

"...Naaaaate? Whatcha doooooin'?" He drawled, trying to look over his shoulder for him. Sadly, Linda Blair he was not.

"You've been a little... distracted." It was a kind way of saying something about blue balls and frustration, most likely. One of Nate's hands - the big warm metal one - pressed down against his shoulder. "I wanted to help you out."

"With duct tape and a hotel room? Oh god, is this an intervention?!"

There was a short pause.

"Yes," said Nate. His hand moved away from Wade's body.

A few moments later, and you could hear the duct tape... tearing... ominously.

"This is our big epic, crossover event break up all over again isn't it?" Wade asked, struggling with the bindings. Duct tape! His one weakness! "If I end up on TV again, so help me, Nate," He growled, bucking up on the bed.

"Not really," Nate said, conversationally. "I hope not." A few steps brought him close to the bed again. Somebody was getting handsy again. With Wade's ass.

Wade was torn between holding still and seeing if this went sexy and the pizza guy showed up and dropped oil all over his muscular chest and they all had to get undressed and have a dirty threeway in the hottub.


He had a very active imagination and a healthy addiction to porn.

"Ooookaaaay. You're grabbin' my ass there. I noticed because it's my ass. That you're grabbing." A beat. "With your hand."

"With my hand," Nate agreed, amicably. And idly. The hand wasn't moving. Well, it was moving, kind of giving it a good rub, but not actually, y'know, leaving.

Which was really the only reason Wade wasn't donkey kicking the fucker right now. That and how nicely he was reacting to the rubbing. He shifted against the bed as he was already half hard from just that simple touch. "So. Got plans tonight? Dinner? Maybe a show? I've heard good things about that Fast & Furious. Homoerotic tension abounds."

"I have plans." Nate's hand slipped down and around to check up on... progress. Yes. "I'm in the process of working them out right now..." The bed sank a little under the weight of a knee or something like that.

Wade smacked his forehead against the bed a few times, ignoring how damn quick he was fully hard and ready to go at that touch. It meant nothing! Much like all that aforementioned homoerotic tension between then meant nothing! "With duct tape? Were they out of fuzzy handcuffs? I'll admit to being a fan of those. All fuzzy and soft and easy to break outta," he rambled. "Hey, remember that time I shot you in the head? Good times, man. Good times."

"Wade," he said, pulling away - but not before giving Wade's package a good rub. "Shut up."

That got Wade to attempt to turn around. "Have you met me? I don't shut up! I'll ramble and tell you about this one time, in band camp--"

And that would've been the duct tape Nate had ripped off earlier. He pulled it tight over Wade's mouth in one fluid, strong motion.

"MMPH!" He wasn't finished with the quirky story that was in no way original or his! Struggling against the bed with renewed vigor, Wade tried very hard to force the duct tape off his mouth. He wanted to ramble!

"I guess telling you to be quiet won't work," Nate mused, running his hand over Wade's spine and up, now, to the back of Wade's neck.

Wade was pretty sure he saw a porno like this once. It ended nicely, but then again, the one all tied up had been a woman, so he was beginning to be a wee bit worried about his tender flower. He was waiting to lose that at prom! PROM, NATE.

Even if the petting thing was kinda nice and, oh god, he was relaxing from the angry tension and arching his back like some sort of twisted cat. HE WAS NOT AN ANIME FANGIRL.

Nate's fingers wound up tracing the line of some scar on the back of Wade's head. Then they vanished completely. "But that's not what we're after today," he mused.

One or two footsteps brought him back behind Wade's legs and now his hands were on Wade's thighs, brushing them open.

This was different and strange and if he was gonna do what he thought he was doing, heads would roll. Unless it was nice. Then only small heads would roll. Maybe doll heads. But they would still roll!

God he missed being able to talk right now. Narration just wasn't the same.

Wade swallowed, shifting a bit for a fight or flight sorta response. Or maybe it was just him getting comfortable with his god damn dick still trapped between his stomach and the bedspread. Which was not soft, might he add.

"You've been tense," Nate pointed out. Sensibly, really.

The bed shifted again, this time with his entire weight. One hand had found Wade's ass again, and gave it a little squeeze. It didn't linger.

Well, of course he'd been tense. There was sexual tension, hellooooo? That didn't mean he'd been looking to resolve it--hey! hey! Where was that hand going? He liked it where it was! Put it back!

Craning his head in an attempt to get a look at just what Nate was doing, he shifted his hips up and shoulders down more firmly. Bad position to be in. Bad bad bad.

Abruptly, that hand returned-- Nate reached forward between those lifted hips and took Wade's dick in a firm, warm, most obviously metal hand. "Figured I should help."

His angry reaction to the hip grabbing was very abruptly ruined by a hand on his dick there. So what came out was more of a muffled 'Nnngh' noise. It'd been a while.

With fine, firm motor control, Nate pumped his hand up. There were no sharp ridges. The metal was warm, like bodyheat. His thumb fell almost gently against the side. "Better?"

The noise he got for that could best be classified as Wade attempting to say 'NO. NOW DO THAT AGAIN OR YOU'LL WAKE UP LESS THAN A MAN TOMORROW.'

He was very expressive.

Nate's eyebrows might've raised. Or not. It wasn't really audible. His body shifted heavily, and then it was leaning into Wade. His hand pumped up again. "Hm."

Probably did. Nate was that sorta guy, after all.

Wade closed his eyes and just breathed for a moment or two. The whole... duct tape thing made it difficult to encourage a lil' something more. He was dying for friction here.

That smirk may have well been audible. It was pressed up against Wade's neck now as that hand picked up speed, lingering on the tip for all of a second. "Just to start with," Nate told him.

Smug bastard.

Breathing now picking up at that, Wade made a questioning noise. This better mean he was getting a blowjob or somethin'. Fragile, girly flower and all that.


It wasn't completely obvious where the noise came from, but it was a definite popping sound.

Then something wet and warm and definitely thumb-like pressed against Wade's entrance without much warning at all.

Wade tried to get up on his knees to show just how little he cared for this. What happened, on the other hand, was more of a flopping and arching into Nate's hand. Let it never be said that Wade couldn't go with the flow. For a handjob.

For a handjob.

The thumb vanished, only to replaced by a long index finger that pushed in while he pulled elsewhere. Nate flicked his wrist a little on the movement. His breath left Wade's neck.

Right about now, Wade was very, very glad for the gag. If only because it kept him from muttering something about that being kinda not horrible and doing anything girly like sighing. He did make an odd sort of noise that wasn't angry or happy. Neutral. Really.

About a finger in his ass.

And then Nate curled it on an upstroke.

That got a less than neutral noise this time around. Wade closed his eyes and did nothing like lifting his hips up a weee bit more to help that angle thing Nate had going on. That would be silly to think we would. Because he wasn't gay. At all.


"There aren't a lot more sensitive places in the human body," Nate supplied, helpfully. His finger pressed in again, and then again, matching the rhythm of his hand. The bed creaked a little as he shifted on it, nudging Wade's thighs a little further apart.

Chest pressed firmly against the mattress, Wade didn't even fight that kinda nudge right now. He was trying very heard to focus on the things that weren't Nate's goddamn finger rubbing his prostate. Yes, he knew what that dealie was.

He'd read enough RPS of the Avengers. For the lolz. Really.

Shut. Up.

Nate wasn't saying anything.

Anymore, at least.

All he got was the answer press of a second finger against him, and a little harsher jerk up on his dick. "Hm."

And all Nate--Sonnovabitch Askani'Son with his smug hair and his long, long fingers-- got as an answer was a sort of vague pressing back to meet those two fingers. If you paid attention. Easily passed off as struggling. Really now.

It didn't take much to start fucking those fingers right into him in time. It left space for kind of idle conversation. "Maybe I should take off the duct tape," he said, then paused. "Ör maybe I'll leave it on all the while..."

Wade made an annoyed noise, trying to look back at him and glare, but it was a wee bit difficult when you didn't have any way to support your upper body now.

This wasn't hot at all. Just try not to notice how he hadn't once stopped being quite so hard.

It went on until it didn't. Nate yanked his fingers out completely, leaving a hand still on Wade's dick. "So," he said, "Where do we go next?"

What the-- you did not do that to a guy! Wade made an affronted noise, pushing back to shove him off the bed. Without too much force. It was a work in progress.

"I'm not going to take that as a no," Nate told him, and put his newly freed hand on Wade's hip. Significantly.

Oh. Oh.

Wade stilled significantly, wondering just when this went from dirty porn to... hardcore dirty porn. Probably somewhere around the same time Nate had his fingers up his ass.

Nate's hand slid up Wade's back for one calculated moment. He rubbed along scars and ribs and muscle. "Sh," he said, "Relax. This is about tension."

Oh, relax, the man said. Because it was just that easy. Wade very slowly let the tension go from a few muscles, juuuust waiting on this. Whatever it was. Clearly he needed to watch more with a gay tilt to it. Maybe one of them bisexual themed ones with two guys and a girl. Slowly bring up the idea...

Or hang out with Nate. In bed. He supposed that may work as well.

The mattress shifted again. Something moved against the sheets. The weight of Nate's body slipped away just for a second.

Then that hand was back on Wade's ass, and something else was pushing up against it.

Okay then. They really were gonna do this.

Wade started humming the theme from Three's company for a moment to ease some of those pesky nerves there. Pesky, pesky, slightly horny nerves. Really horny. Don't you judge his nerves!


Trust Nate to check for permission here.

That was very sweet and girly of him. Wade rolled his eyes and nodded against the bedspread. He hadn't kicked him in the balls yet and rolled off the bed to find something sharp yet, had he?

Wade might change his mind later.

Like on the next second, when Nate's fingers gripped his hips and Nate's own hips pushed forward, pushed the head in against the straining skin.

That was a very accurate assessment of his reaction. Wade shouted angrily, not quite so much in pain as out of more than a little annoyance. This seemed like such a bad idea now. Suuuure, lure him in with a handjob and fingers back there. Then, bam! Anal sex. While tied up and gagged.

He tried his best to inform Nate that he was a kinky sonnovabitch and there would be revenge for this. Probably involving a blowjob. Or maybe shooting him in the head. In that quirky 'lovetap' sorta way they were so fond of.

A little hard to comprehend from there, though.

And Nate had asked.

His hips kept pushing, his hands were huge on Wade's hips - to him, at least. "Just... relax." Because that would help.

Oh, totally helpful! How about Wade tell him to relax next time he had a gun to his hea--AD. Grumbling against the sheets, Wade just breathed like he had been running a lot. Pain he could handle, pain was easy peasy. The sheer discomfort and 'THAT DOES NOT GO THERE' factor was making relaxation a bit more difficult than you'd think.

But Nate wasn't stopping and he wasn't losing that stupid hard-on that probably only spurred the other man on. This was not a turn on at all except for the ways that it was and those things he didn't want to talk about. Ever. WOULD NATE JUST MOVE OR SOMETHING?!

Considering that one hand hadn't quite left said hard-on...

Nate's hips thrust forward hard suddenly, burying himself all the way up to his balls. Give it a minute after that. Just give it...

He grunted out loud.

Wade blinked, trying to clear his vision at that. It had managed to go a bit funny and dark and sweet Ann Coulter, he couldn't help the small groan that came from the movement. It could almost be passed off as another noise of discomfort. Gag, ftw!

And that wasn't Nate's hips-- that was Nate's lips, landing on the back of his neck while his hand gave one cursory tug on Wade's dick. "Give it a few," he mouthed.

Bending his neck down, Wade just managed to breathe in response. And make noises to the effect that Nate was a bastard and he better get that hand moving again.

At least Nate obliged and found some fast rhythm to do it to. "Right..."

Okay. Wade was considering forgiving him now. He'd see how he felt once he came. Or when Nate cut the duct tape off his arms. One of the two. C'mon, Naaaaate. Get this party started before he had to start humming Pink.

It was a few more long seconds before Nate actually reacted.

His hips pulled back for just as long and then thrust forward, smacking against his ass.

Another muffled gasp and the bed creaking was the only response he got for that. Wade-- Wade was concentrating very hard on whether or not he was enjoying this. Survey says... 'It's not bad'.

One long metal arm shifted around to snag his waist. Nate let go of a long, drawn-out groan as his hips slammed up again.

Not bad edging onto something maybe nice.

A little bit.

Wade spread his legs a bit more without thinking about it.

"No, I think I'll wait with the duct tape." Nate's other hand steadied them, by Wade's spread legs. His next thrust was rougher.

The muffled protest was cut off by that thrust, causing him to sort of just moan angrily. No, he hadn't known you could do that either. But there they were. Trying new things.

There was something just so very wrong with this position. Mighta been the fact that it was a turn on.

You could almost hear Nate smiling, but not quite. His metal hand slid down the planes of Wade's stomach and grasped him again. It was warm, his fist was tight, and his strokes fell into a similar rhythm.

Wade so could hear it. He had 'Nate Senses'.

...and he always assumed the man would be a smug bastard if given a chance. And look at that! His ass apparently had 'chance' written all over it. Or maybe it was just his lower back. Like a good ol' fashioned tramp stamp.

He arched his back, helping to find the edges of that very nice feeling again. If that kept up, he could do this all night long. The hand on his dick wasn't bad either, mind you.

A hot and heavy hand landed on Wade's hip as Nate settled, shifting himself just so before slamming back in earnest, one hard stroke after the next. He panted warm breaths against Wade's neck. "Fuck."

Shifting and straining against the bed, Wade tugged at the duct tape holding his arms back. The only noise was skin against skin and his own heavy breathing. The edges of the tape might have ripped, but there was still enough to keep it from doing any harm.

Nate made sure he picked the right kind of duct tape.

For a while, suspended in time, there was nothing but that. And then Nate slammed in particularly violently. He pulled his hand from Wade's hip and shoved it up against the tape on his mouth. "Hm..."

If he could have bit him, Wade would have. Or just groaned again. Damn it, Nate. That wasn't helping his righteous anger over being fucked like a prom queen. Breathing hard still, he tried his best to move back to meet each thrust.

In one smooth move - on an upstroke - Nate curved his fingers around the tape and pulled.

"--rip off your dick and throw it to hungry dogs if you stop!" Wade snapped, not really realizing he wasn't gagged for about five seconds. And after he finished his mental rant.

Nate's eyebrows might have raised a little, but nothing interrupted his steady movement, his fingers trailing back to Wade's hip for leverage. "Might have to put you through the mattress..." he said, philosophically.

He groaned, tugging on the tape again. "Jus' hurry up."

On that, Nate let go of him, shoving him forwards against the sheets instead. "Your wish..."

Wade scrambled to find some sort of stable position now. He hadn't so much been letting Nate support him as... letting Nate support him. "Kinky, kinky bastard. Godrazzumfrazzumkillingyousoon."

And that's when Nate decided to put his money where his mouth was. So to speak... he let go of care and patience and drove Wade into the mattress hard.

That wasn't helping his rage! Shouting Nate's name harshly, his hips fell down completely. No way to even attempt staying up with that kinda force. "C'mon--needta--" Something something.

Nate's answer came as a harsh, loud pant. And... maybe a growl, in the back of his throat. There was nothing slow about fucking Wade like this; he seemed to be trying to put a dent in that bed at the very least.

"Lemme go," Wade choked out, eyes stuck on the shut position as he pretty much just lay there and took it. "Gimme back-- my hands."

There was a short pause, and then some movement of Nate's hand on Wade's hip.

Then the tape sprung loose. He didn't stop moving.

"Finally." Bringing his hands forward, Wade flexed the sore muscles for a moment before gripping the mattress and pushing back to meet him instead of laying there like a wilting flower.

With a groan, Nate pushed back. Something in the headboard went crack.

That was to be expected, really.

It was a wonder that the bed wasn't following suit, really. "C'mon," Wade snapped as something like an orgasm built. But that couldn't be it. Because he wasn't touching his dick.


And on that note, the bed followed suit as Nate slammed down. "Happy?" he grunted.

"Oh, I'm thrilled," Wade shot back. He was damn lucky that he even noticed the bed breaking right now.

Nate's hand curled back around Wade's dick for some very uncoordinated jerking. "Good," he said, without irony.

Clawing at the sheets, Wade made one last choked moan before cumming harder than he'd care to admit to when getting it up the ass. He might have even started in on something that sounded like plans to build a coffee table.

...he had been watching a lot of HGTV lately.

Didn't take long for Nate, either, to groan something indecipherable and slam back down one more time, reaching climax right where he was, up in Wade. Moving.

That was... gonna leave a stain.

Wade flopped forward on the ruined bed, going boneless and sated for now. He'd try to kill him once his brain was up to snuff.

Nate slipped out and away from him. He rolled his shoulders.

It'd probably be a good idea to get out of there before Wade tried to kill him, but...

Rolling to face him, Wade managed a pretty weak glare. "You're a dead man." He made a face as he felt something damp on the back of his thigh. "After I get a shower."

"Feeling tense at all?" Nate asked, flagrantly ignoring all of that. The bed creaked horribly beneath them.

Wade went terribly still there, just listening to the creaking of the bed. The next moment his hands were on Nate's shoulders, shoving him off the bed with a full body sort of tackle. The kissing was just him slipping. Accidental. Yes.

Nate's back hit the floor roughly around when the rest of the bed collapsed. He breathed a surprised gasp right back into that kiss because. Falling off the bed. Honestly.

He deserved it! Wade kissed him again, licking at Nate's lips as his hands wandered downward. "Tense?" He asked, brushing his lips over Nate's jawline.

And then grabbed hold of Nate's dick and squeezed just enough to add a bit of a threat.

"You tie me up without asking ever again, I'mma cut it off."

Nate grunted. He didn't sound too surprised. "And if I ask...?"

"...make sure to get a better bed. Maybe one of them ones from IKEA," Wade suggested helpfully.

"Hm." The edge of a smirk became visible on Nate's face. "I'll keep that in mind."

Also, old Cable/Deadpool kinkmeme. It's kinda dead now, but there's some good stuff on it:


Kink Meme prompt - TO fisting

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Oh yeah, been a lurker in both of the kink memes there for a while now. I loved the "Let Slip the Dogs of War" fic. I think that's what it was called.

WHOA. Read that a while ago, still as hot as ever.

I keep coming back to this thread for this picture
I don't know if it's Wades omnomnom face or Nate's smirk but I love it so. much.

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Art anyone? (be gentle it's my first timee >_<)


!!! new art

this is lovely <3


I really like Nate's face. Don't stop!

this is wonderful and you must not stop being wonderful ever

I'm gonna repost one of my fav fics ever for this pairing

Title: Blur
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Nate/Wade
Warning: Tentacle Rape
Summary: Canon AU where Cable's techno-organic tentacles have taken over the world.

Deadpool's memory had never been very good, or rather, it had never been reliable, but a brain can't be blamed for misplacing things when it's running on cells born later than yesterday. He should still be grateful for having a healing factor (state of being the human cancer or not), because if his brain doesn't grow back, he wouldn't even have a brain.

What Wade was sure about (right now), was that his memory was better Before, or maybe Before was still in his head, just slipping constantly out of reach. He could still see pieces of it, Silver Manhattan, when it was still recognizably Manhattan, outlined beneath a writhing mass of techno-organic snakes. The snakes did not need eyes to seek out its preys, did not need mouths to devour, the unbreakable tendrils pulled people from their cars, off the pavements, and infected them with a single prick, absorbing and recruiting whole neighbourhoods in less time than it take for Wade to unsheathed his katanas at last.

On that day, there was no room left for Wade to run, surrounded by a gleaming sea closing in from all side to swallow him, he was at the center of the storm. Silver snakes winded up his limbs and bound him tight, silver tentacles squeezed him in their unbreakable grip. The narrowed tips pulled and lengthened from the loops around his torso and limbs, turned back to probe along the tore seams of his clothes, until each found a tear in the fabric or made one big enough to sneak through and fondle skin. He screamed from the pressure and the friction as the whole of his costume was torn away by the invasion.

What was left of Manhatten could hear him, Wade Wilson's voice, deep and smooth and textured like gravels and gasoline, until the tentacle around his neck, winded its tip up to his mouth, and shoved its increasingly thickening length down his throat. It was flesh composed of metal, it felt like his lips were stretched by a cock, but his teeth could make no impression. While Deadpool was choking, his desperately crossed ankles were separated by the grip around his knees, and he was spread so wide he would have screamed a like girl, if he could - he remembered being relieved that he couldn't. Then, the tentacle that was writhing between the curves of his arse, found entrance, lined its tip within the tightly clenched ring, and pierced him. It was pointed and it felt pointed, it felt like someone had shoved the handle of something up his arse, and kept shoving in and out, until it was deep enough to resume a writhing motion.

Deadpool remembered That Day in bits, everything skips, especially after what used to be Cable, got its tentacles on him, failed to infect him, but did not quit. Always, he was either Filled, or About To Be Filled Again, the tentacles were taking their turns, most times when he was lucky.

When it was Wade's Bad Day (Every Day), there would be an eager tentacle that could not wait, probing intently along the line between the tentacle already inside and the arsehole stretched around it, until it finally forced its way in to twist and twine within the warmth of Deadpool's insides, and, he blacked out, and maybe died, but Death never came for him.

Sometimes, Wade dreamt, Wade knew, that Nate, in person, or what was him, was here. What still felt like a tongue, licking the insides of his mouth. Hands upon his body, hands gripping him by his shoulders, by his hips, fingers, hooking around his ankles, and a warm steel smooth cock thrusting in and out of him until he was weak (or more so). Everything was silver and shrone as one beneath the sun, but though Wade was never left unmolested, it was different when he had Nate's greater attentions.

The world was united, but a singular desire remains, expressed through a mournful voice coming from every pore of the silver sea, "I still don't have you," what felt like needles, pricked into his brain agian, as what felt like teeth, bit into his shoulder, "but I will."


Better late than never. I commissioned that, it went to a friend as a Christmas gift. Though, her version was actually colored by another friend, I think it was a pencil/copic combo. Looked pretty cool.

Do you hate me now?

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I got such a great response to my last post that I'm posting more art! Hopefully I've fixed the size problem (sorry photoshop hates me)

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I saw this and loved it so much I had to show my appreciation somehow

pic spoilered for disgusting usage of MSPaint/lack of real content
dear god, this is groteque, I am so sorry but it's the truth though a simple thank you would not have been enough


Very cute!


Very cute!


That's really great! Love your art.

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Oh man guys, this comes out next week! :D

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And here's the wacky Liefeld variant cover.

I like this one more.

Well, it is a lot more homosexual.

It's also a lot more Liefeld. I prefer the other one.


Haha, I'm sort of surprised Liefeld drew this since he doesn't seem too keen on his characters getting called gay.


There is something REALLY wrong with Deadpool's legs.


He probably didn't even notice how it looks with two men. The cover it's an homage to doesn't really have any sexual or romantic overtone to it so he was probably blind to how it turned out in his style.

lol oh man, he really can't draw feet.

Welcome to Liefeld, you must be new here.

I love how dainty Cable's feet are.

Where did Wade's hands go?

Deadpool is funny so he's allowed to be gay for comedic effect, kind of like Bugs Bunny.

Maybe that's why Deadpool appears to be straining so hard. Because Cable's slipping out of his arms.

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If Deadpool =/= Bugs Bunny
then Cable =/= ??
Anon made me think about it, now anon will tell me. Also are there any pictures of Deadpool ad Bugs Bunny? Inquiring mind wants to know.


Man does it feel wrong to anyone else that Deadpool's name takes up more space on the cover? I mean it's Cable's book....

It could be worse, I picked up a book that had the first 18 issues of cable and deadpool in it...

and it was renamed so their names were switched around.

(It also removed "not that they'res anything wrong with that from the page where he asks if they're gonna kiss...which saddened me greatly)


oh god what the fuck so upset about this

They removed it from the normal trades too, not just Ultimate Collection.


What fresh hell? Why? FUCK, that irritates me more than it should.

Haven't read the beginning of C&D in forever, so which issue are you talking about specifically? I'd like to see if it's on /rs/ and grab it for posterity.

Issue #3, the last page.

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I capped it for you, it's issue 4. I don't own the first couple of books, so I can't check those out. I'm really sad to hear they'd take this joke out.

so: who do i angrily email about this uncalled-for redaction bullshit?


Has anyone got a cap of it without the text? Cause I will totally assist in angry emailing

(unless it ends up being something to do with the joke belonging to Seinfeld and that's why it got removed...but I doubt it)

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Craptastic scan, because I suck at scanning from trades.

did they keep any of the writing that goes under the "to be continued" on the comics? It seems they just took out anything that came after the "to be continued" including it.
What other comic numbers does he say a little something after the "to be continued", if they took those out as well than I really don't see the big deal.

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Cable #25 was good, and it showed just how much Wade loves Nate. Cable was pretty much just focused on Hope all the time and he did come a bit off as cold but he did have moments when he checked on Wade to see if he was alright.

Also I choose this page to show you guys because from what Cable says to Wade it kind of implies that this isn't the last of Cable/Deadpool we will see, combine that with DP being in the Second Coming teaser and it is pretty much confirmed they're going to reunite sometime during that event.

It's your baby, Wade!

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So... there is this fic, I don't know, probably most of you read it already, but it's posted in kind of unexpected place and it took me a while to find it and I haven't found it anywhere else as a whole... Anyway.
It starts here:
Plot goes in and out of canon I think and is... movingly dark, but after this part
becomes free for all fluff!fest of the best imaginable kind.
Work’s best if you already seen the zombie!Wade.

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I really like that story. It explores a lot of different ... things in DP's life and is at times real heartbraking. Great stuff.
The one in the Origin Universe sadly lost its quality a bit when it jumped forward 30 years to the x-men movie verse/ semi comic canon. But before that its absulutly awesome.

kso, I'm totally in love with the X-Men, and anything Marvel, really... I've been meaning to buy some more comics, specifically anything involving/revolving around Deadpool, but I'm so unsure of what to buy D: You guys seem to know your shit, and these fanart/fics are so great, I'd really like to have more info on these two, you know? Could someone point me in the right direction? I'd be forever in your debt.

tl;dr best Deadpool centric comics?

uh well. if you want Cable in there too, try to find trades of Cable & Deadpool. moere currently, there's at least three series with Deadpool's name in the title, try those, available at every lcs.

A lot of the new Deadpool-centric stuff is crap. I'd try his first series with Weasel and Blind Al and if you don't mind Cable, I LOVE LOVE Cable and Deadpool and it has a lot of DP-centric arcs.


Every time I see the letters DP appear I get extremely confused and think this series revolves around Cable & Deadpool's sadistic sex games until I realize that it's just Deadpool's initials.

Sage for no content or meaningful contribution. Although I am thinking of picking some Deadpool comics up, because he sounds amazing.

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err....bump? with some swallowing action


lolol what i don't understand about that page is how he grew eyebrows so quickly

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whoops, actual swallowing this page

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feel free to shoot me if this was in the last thread.

Well... Maybe those are not eyebrows?
With another box appearing out of the blue [unless this been explained while I wasn't following] would any of us be really surprised that constantly changing tissue of Wade's brain is a home away from home for a pair of aliens form outer space who appeared as eyebrows just before they could reasimilated just then?
[strike]I am not on drugs[/strike]

which issue was it when deadpool first met cable?

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