Cable and Deadpool Kink Meme
Hosting another kink!meme, this one based on the Cable and Deadpool comic. The main pairing is Cable/Deadpool obviously, but in the interest of fair play I shall allow any characters/pairings based on the comic series. Rules are as follows:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there ( Read more... )
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"Wade, ye better get out now!"
"Tried," Wade was forcing himself to his feet, dizzy, skull fractured, knitting far too slowly, copper on his tongue. He had his fingers so tight around his gun that they hurt. "Bodyslide by two."
"Foolish," Cable-War smiled, a thin curve of cruelty, effortlessly lifting both Siryn and Cannonball into the air, smashing their bodies together with a wet crack that made Wade flinch, "Think, Wade. Whose technology are you using? Do you really believe you can manipulate the teleport matrix free of its master's influence?"
"Finders keepers," Wade retorted, opening fire, absorbing the numbing backlash from his guns, darting quickly away from thrown debris. The bullets froze inches away from War, this time, and Wade barely managed to leap clear of their return sally, his own bullets gouging troughs over the rock he'd just been perching on. "Let them go, Alternative Universe Prissy ( ... )
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"Best place to get lost in Washington to come up with something." Wade fumbled with his pouches until he found a torch, which he strapped to his neck. A spare one was wrapped around Siryn's wrist.
"But where can we go? There's nae food. And Sam..." Terry choked for a moment, then rubbed hard at her eyes. "Ye're right. Lead on."
"To da choppa," Wade struck a dramatic pose, and despite herself, he could see Siryn fight a grin. "Onwards, brave sailor, and sailoress!"
Half an hour into the tunnels, climbing over the hulks of long-silent trains, Siryn cut into Wade's rendition of 'I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire' with a "Rats. There are rats"You're not going to freak out on me, are you? Jump into my arms? Want to give it a try ( ... )
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"We're not from this reality," Siryn said hurriedly, clapping a hand over Wade's mouth. "We're stranded. A... friend of us disappeared fighting some sort o' monster, and we've been trying t'find him. Dinnae mean ye any harm. If ye want us t'go, we will."
"Picked a bad reality t'drop into, girl." Wolverine was old, silver hair flecking his sideburns, and Wade found that considerably more disturbing than anything else he had seen so far, War excepted.
"I think it's a trap," Psylocke stood up from behind another sandbag. Gophers, heheh. Need mallet. Wade stopped that train of thought when Siryn began to look at him oddly for grinning. "We saw them die, Logan. This has to be a trap. And besides, you know how War is, with Deadpool. Even if it isn't a trap - anywhere Deadpool is... War will find him ( ... )
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"Crazy little fucker. You'll just die again."
"You can count on me not to try and save your furry ass, Wolvie. Say, did you hear the one about the nun and the speedcoach-"
IV.
He was so asking for it. War lived alone, in some sort of gigantic obsidan (oh Nate, always the ironic drama queen) castle that rose out of Liberty Island. The Lady's torch and a fragment of her crown adorned the silent entrance. No guards. That was pretty much a clue right there, Mister Stupid ( ... )
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"You've always kept trying," Nate-Bender was nipping at his neck, and not in a cute puppy way either... more like a twisted suntan lotion dream... way, grinding against his ass, and Wade now had his teeth clenched tight. Not happening. This.
"That's me... Duracell bunny... hmpf-" War had drawn up his mask with his teeth - his teeth and twisted his chin back. It wasn't a kiss, more of a claim, a metallic tongue forced past his teeth, fingers tightening over his throat when he tried to bite. Wade was panting when they broke, breathless and gasping for air, slumped against War.
He was so fucked. And by the lust obvious in War's single good eye, probably soon in more ways than one.
"You had a curiosity about the bathroom, you said?"
Wade grinned crookedly, testing his restraints. "I know someone back in my reality who can do amazing things with blue porcelain, when you're over with this emo phase, babyWar's chuckle was ugly. "Bodyslide by two ( ... )
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yes I am writing this on notepad, of all things, if only because typing the html code for italics won't autocorrect. XD;;
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Because this is just that good.
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Actually, save for the very indiscreet metal rings set into the ceiling over the shower cell and the ludicrously large bathtub, the bathroom was normal. In Wade's experience, the bathrooms in the domiciles of evil supervillains tended to be carefully clean, white tiled and spartan.
Obviously, the only way to have a really sanitary toilet was to sufficiently terrorize your minions. If he ever got back to his reality, he had to consider working on locating Weasel.
“That’s unusual,” War murmured, again the curve of his neck, a disturbingly slick, metallic tongue lapping up over his Adam’s apple, “You’re not being very chatty, Wade.”
His wrists were shackled to Indiscreet Shower Ring with a sturdy, taut metal chain, its length indicating use tailored specifically for one Wade ‘Not Very Bright’ Wilson, and he clenched his teeth together under his soaked mask. Cold. The rest of his costume and his weapons were an uneven heap under the sink, his heart was doing a marathon, and the way he was cringing from Nate-Bender’s touch ( ... )
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“Sorry, Romeo,” Wade managed to gasp, trying his best not to buck into War’s grip, “I never did the horizontal tango with your version in my world.”
For a moment, War stiffened, looking up into his eyes, catching his chin with his right hand, then he smiled, slow and lazy and cruel, and now the kiss was just like the first, Wade choking on War’s tongue, a finger pressed against the pulse on his throat, revulsion an ugly blend with pleasure. The hand slipped back, twisting against his mask at the back of his skull and dragging the fabric uncomfortably tight over his nose and cheekbones ( ... )
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War spat carefully on the ground and got to his feet, a little unsteadily. The chain loosened from the ceiling, and Wade slumped down onto his side hard enough to knock the breath from his chest. Gasping, Wade hardly noticed War stepping carefully on his shackled wrists, his metal hand stroking himself off, rough, uneven jerks. He remembered enough of himself to flinch as War drew a slick line from Wade’s shoulder and across his cheek before grinning and cupping the rest in his palm.
Wade watched as War washed himself, dried off, dressed, all clinical efficiency. At the door, War tossed a key that bounced to a stop an inch from Wade’s fingers. At the mercenary’s frown, War smirked. “I always gave you a day’s grace to start running, loveWade waited until he could no longer hear War ( ... )
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“Yeah?”
“Why did I choose to come out of hiding and get myself killed in this reality?”
“Think you know why already, bub.”
“Guess she just gets me that way anytime, seems, anywhere,” Wade smiled thinly. “Thanks for the map ( ... )
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map used for this fic is fallout III's, being:
http://www.giantbomb.com/guides/dc-metro-ruins-transit-map/483/ :)
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