Deadpool isn't too overexposed, right? (Patreon)

I think we’re in a smutty fic, the little yellow caption box read. Wanda Wilson, the mercenary also known as Lady Deadpool despite being in parallel universe where there was no male Deadpool and the title itself not being gender-specific, felt inclined to argue. “Nah, what if we’re in a crackfic?” The only crack in this fic is the only that’s about to get a cock in it. “How do you figure?” Well, for one thing, all of a sudden you have big ol’ bubble butt and double-D breasts. “I’m a comic book character. Comes with the territory. Have you seen what Dust is rocking? She has the only skintight hijab outside a Charlie Hebdo cartoon.” Also, you don’t have the slightest trace of scars and there’s an OC following you. “Shit, Carlie Cooper? Silk? Solus?” No, those are official Marvel characters. They just read like bad OCs. You’ll notice this one is wearing a black Spider-Man suit. “Yeah, what’s up with that?” Wanda demanded. “Come up with your own costume! It’s not like it’s hard. Skintight black leather, some unnecessary piping, domino mask, it’s not hard!” He probably wants to know about the violent murders over the past few weeks. “I’ll lose him in this abandoned factory building. He won’t follow me there—it’s probably full of multiethnic gang of crazed punks and hooligans who’d try to peer pressure him into doing drugs!”