Author’s Note: Y’all really like Dr. Pines (me too) i am so happy this has been received so well!! I hope that yall continue to enjoy this story bc i love writing it <3 I’m so sorry it's been so long since the last update. It has been insanely busy like dawg these finals are not gucci mane in 2006 however after this semester i’ll have my bachelor’s degree so there’s that 😩
June 16th
You and Ford again found yourself in the woods, searching for the game cameras you had set up to take pictures of the elusive critters you were studying. You had no luck seeing them yet, unfortunately, and you were feeling a tad discouraged. Thankfully, Ford helped you remain positive throughout the past couple of weeks.
“I just don’t understand, Ford,” you sighed. “When I came out here earlier in the year I saw so many of them! I just hope we aren’t too late.”
“Don’t worry, my dear, we will find them. I know it.” You looked at him to see him giving you a reassuring smile. You could feel the butterflies forming in your stomach.
“Thank you. I hope you’re right.” You faced the game camera and crouched down to remove the SD card from the bottom of it. Then, out of the corner of your eye… You saw it.
Your eyes went wide and all the air left your body in the form of a gasp. “Ford!” you hissed, tugging on his wrist.
“What? What do you see?” he asked, concerned. He started looking around in all the wrong directions. On a whim, you grabbed his chin and turned his head to face forward.
“Look,” you replied quietly, pointing towards the furry creatures littering the ground. “It’s them.” You were looking at the entire reason you had made the trip to the Appalachian. They were small creatures with thick, brown fur covering their round bodies. Scaly legs peeked out from underneath their fur along with a spiky, scaled tail; the face was that of a weasel or mink.
“It’s what we’ve been looking for,” you said breathlessly, your hands shaking. Ford glanced at you with a fond, but proud, expression on his face. Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes. You then felt his warm hand around your shoulder, pulling you towards him. At this point, you were both kneeling in the soft dirt of the forest. His broad body enveloped yours in an embrace, his arms holding you gently against him. He was warm and so strong.
Ford’s chin was placed on your shoulder. “I am so happy for you, Y/N.” His voice rumbled in your chest. “I never doubted you for a second.” He pulled away from you to have his eyes meet yours. You were wiping away the tears that were now flowing down your cheeks. He squeezed your shoulders, his thumbs stroking the soft skin below the sleeve of your shirt.
“Thank you for believing in me, Ford,” you replied shakily. You were filled with an unbelievable amount of joy as you watched the creatures waddle through the creek in front of you.
“Well, we have no time to waste.” Ford stood up, offering his hand to you. You grabbed it and he helped pull you up from the ground. “Let’s get to work.”
After you and Ford developed a plan on how you were going to study these creatures of the summer, it was time to celebrate your success. Ford had suggested that you roast hot dogs and marshmallows over a small bonfire tonight. You agreed immediately.
“I would love that! It’s been too long since my last marshmallow,” you said forlornly. Ford laughed and removed his sweater to reveal the plaid button-up he was wearing underneath. It had been an uncharacteristically chilly day for summer in Tennessee, but now it had started to warm up.
“I’ll go ahead and start chopping firewood while you finish up cataloging today’s progress. How’s about that?” Ford asked.
You grinned back at him. “Deal.” Ford returned your smile before walking out the sliding door of the kitchen to the backyard. It didn’t take you long to type the long-awaited update on your project into the laptop in front of you, so you decided to wash the dishes in the sink from this morning’s breakfast. Ford had decided to surprise you with pancakes and eggs. To be completely honest, they weren’t that tasty, but you appreciate the sentiment. Not everyone can be good at everything. Not even the smartest man you’ve ever met.
You began to run warm water for the sink, dousing the plateware in dish-washing liquid. When it was bubbly enough, you grabbed a rag and began to scrub them.
Thunk!
You looked up and out the window above the sink to see Ford with an axe, chopping wood like he said he would. But, my God. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. You could see the dark brown hair that covered them; the sun had begun to highlight the sweat collecting in the follicles. The blue jeans he wore were taut against him, accentuating his strong legs with every swing of the axe.
Thunk!
He had cracked the wood in the middle, causing it to separate into two pieces. Your mouth was slightly agape, saliva pooling in the curve of your bottom lip. Just like that, he had set up another log onto the stump, raised the axe above his head, and brought it down with all his might. You gasped as he made a large dent in the wood. He paused to tilt his head and examine the damage he’d done to it. Probably looking for the most efficient way to chop it you had thought. But you wanted him to take it nice and slow. You could watch this all damn day. Ford then ran a hand into his thick, gray hair before turning his head towards the window you were gawking at him through.
“Shit, shit,” you whispered, suddenly very interested in the soapy dishes in front of you. You began to wash them as nonchalantly as possible.
What you didn’t see was Ford’s self-satisfied smirk knowing he had caught you staring. Truth is, he could be going faster while chopping this wood, but when he first noticed you looking at him, he wanted to put on a little bit of a show. He went slower, swung a bit more dramatically. It made him feel good to know that he was being admired. Especially by you.
Later that night, you and Ford were sitting on two lawn chairs beside each other, laughing together over a story you told. You had finished your campfire meal long before then; talking with Ford made time fly by. He had the most interesting stories about cryptids he had faced in the past and how he studied them. While you didn’t have as many swashbuckling stories as him, he was a very active listener nonetheless. He asked questions, had commentary, and reacted in all the right moments. You had both stayed out there so long that he had given you his coat to keep out the cold of the night air. It was lighter than you thought it would be and didn’t really have any sort of cologne smell. It more just smelled like the outdoors which was fine. You were warm and his forearms were out again, so you were okay.
You could’ve sat there all night long with him, but you could feel your body succumbing to sleepiness, and you still needed to shower. You yawned and stood to stretch out your arms. “Ford, I would consider today one of our best days so far,” you declared as he rose to his feet next to you.
“I would have to agree with you, my dear,” he replied. “It was an exciting day, indeed, finding the creatures and all.”
“I mean,” you said, “even if we hadn’t found the little guys today, I still would say this was one of our best days.” You gave him a small smile, feeling your face become warm. “I really enjoyed talking with you. That was a lot of fun. I could listen to you for hours.” At this point, you were looking at the ground too bashful to look him in the eye.
The night helped cover the tinge of pink that covered Ford’s cheeks. “The feeling is mutual, Y/N,” he murmured. There was a short pause between you two as your eyes finally met. You were mimicking each other’s dopey smiles. “Well, I know you need to get ready for bed and all, so I won’t keep you. I hope you have a goodnight. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow, so you’ll need the rest. Don’t worry, I’ll put out the fire.”
You nodded. “Thank you, Ford. I’ll see you in the morning. I hope you have sweet dreams.” With that, you went inside the cabin to shower, brush your teeth, and crash into a coma like sleep on your bed.
Ford had gone into the bathroom after extinguishing the fire to shower off today’s work. Showering was always something he looked forward to. It was one of the only things that helped him relax his tense muscles. He finished his shower after a thorough wash and when he swished the curtain to the side, he noticed his coat hanging off the hook of the bathroom door. Ford then smelled a sweet, floral scent coming from the fabric inside of the coat.
It was you.
He walked to his room as quietly as possible, making sure to miss some especially creaky floorboards to not wake you up. When he got to his room, he sat at the end of his bed taking a deep inhale of the coat.
This must be your perfume, he thought. It was intoxicating. Ford exhaled deeply. This is so wrong. You were his student. He was supposed to be your mentor. But damn it all, the way you look at him, the way you speak, the way you do anything… Breathtaking.
Ford inhaled the most potent spot of the coat, closing his eyes this time. He lifted himself off the edge of the bed slightly to pull down his sleep pants. His erect cock sprung forth and he began to stroke himself, practically suffocating in your scent.
The coat managed to stifle his moans as his mind began to wander. He thought about laying you down on this very bed, undressing you, worshipping you. His hands would slide up your soft skin while he left hickies on your collar bone, letting everyone know you were his. He would massage your soft breasts and take your nipple into his mouth. He imagined you mewling, your fingers carding through his hair. He would then…
“Oh, fuck,” Ford moaned, stroking faster.
He would then push your legs up so that he could get a full view of your dripping cunt, dragging his finger across your folds. He would pump his finger faster and faster, your breasts bouncing along with the force of his hand. He would make you cum on his fingers, watching your face be contorted with pleasure. He would then…
“Please,” Ford whimpered into the coat, taking another inhale, a sacarrhine aroma filling his senses.
His tongue would delve into you, exploring your taste while your thighs wrapped around his head, clenching harder as pleasure took over. You would grind down on his nose, chasing another orgasm. The way he imagined you screaming his name brought him to orgasm.
A guttural groan escaped his throat. Hot, white cum spilled over his fist as Ford’s chest heaved. He removed the coat from his face to see his reflection in the mirror. Red splotches covered his face and neck. He shook his head and looked down at the mess he made.
Your roommate, Wade Wilson, brings home an alcoholic Canadian bastard with knifes in his knuckles. After a month of putting up with him, an argument between you two goes in an unexpected direction.
tags: hard drugs mention, marijuana mention, alcohol usage, age difference, enemies to lovers, slapping, claws, hate fucking, mdom/fsub, breeding, degradation, praise kink, belt usage, choking, p in v, knifeplay (counting claw usage as knifeplay lmao), blood, creampie, possible impreg, aftercare, oral, multiple orgasms (emphasis on multiple), overstimulation
i’ve recently started watching the xcu movies after deadpool and wolverine dropped on disney+ and MY GODDDDDD have i been missing out!!! i’ve been an mcu girlie for so long (plus deadpool). the x-men movies are so fun but alsoooooo uhhhh hugh jackman as logan??? HELLO??? i need this man biblically like it’s not even funny. i have yet to watch logan (2017) but i’ve seen edits on tiktok and WHOA MAMA talk about a silver fox!!! also fun fact male wolverines bite down on the female’s neck during mating and i couldn’t resist including that in this fic. animalistic logan is THE BEST logan 👌
You were Wade Wilson’s friend turned roommate. You first knew each other through your other roommate, Althea, a blind woman who went by Al. At one point in time you were Al’s dealer before giving up that life once you got your degree and found steady employment. You never dabbled in the devil’s dandruff like Al did, as with the rest of gen Z, your drug of choice was weed. Your friends often asked why you chose an old woman and a mutant in his forties as roommates, but honestly rent was cheap and that was all you cared about.
You hadn’t seen Wade in a few days, he mysteriously disappeared during his birthday party. Neither you, nor any of his friends had any idea what had happened to him. You knew he’d kinda hit a rough’ish point in his life, giving up his assassin alter ego by the name of Deadpool for becoming a car salesman. You wondered if he had gone off on some sort of bender, but you honestly didn’t know.
You had just gotten off of work and opened the door to your apartment. Getting home took longer than expected, half of your street was cordoned off, from the damage looked like a bombing was the cause. You sat on the couch and pulled out your phone, trying to see if the local news had covered what had happened when door unlocked and swung open.
Wade walked in, sporting the iconic red suit you hadn’t seen him wear in six years. He was carrying the most… unique looking dog you’d ever seen and he was accompanied by a man with a rugged appearance who was wearing pants of similar material as Wade’s suit and nothing else. The stench of blood permeated the room.
“Al, I’m back.” Wade said.
“She’s out. Dude, where the hell have you been?” You asked.
“Oh no big deal, just saved the entire multiverse from total annihilation. I’m Marvel Jesus now.” Wade answered.
You elected to ignore his explanation. You never knew why you asked what he’d gotten up to whenever he wore that suit, none of it ever made a lick of sense to you.
“Who’s the dog?”
“Her? This four legged scrotum is Mary Puppins, or as I like to call her, Dogpool. Something… unfortunate happened to her last owner, so I’m her papà now.” Wade said cheerfully.
Knowing him, he definitely had something to do with whatever happened to her previous owner, but that wasn’t what you were asking about.
“Cute, but I was talking about the washed up Abercrombie & Fitch greeter next to you.”
The man rolled his eyes.
“Ohhhh, yeah that’s Logan. He’s gonna be crashing here for a while.”
“Wait, hold the fuck up. You disappear for days and you just show up in the suit you haven’t worn in years, reeking of blood, telling me some shirtless dude who also smells like blood is gonna live here like it’s no big deal?”
“Well funny thing is he doesn’t exactly know anyone else around here, not really his fault since I had to pull him from his universe and bring him here to save ours. May or may not have done so to a choir rendition of Madonna. You know, typical multiverse stuff and whatnot. I mean we’re Disney property now and that’s the horse they’re beating to death at the moment.” Wade answered.
Once again ignoring the exposition dump, you continued to protest.
“You can’t be serious, Wade! This is a two bed apartment. You and Al already share a room, so where the fuck are you gonna put him?”
“Isn’t that a couch you’re sitting on?” Logan scoffed.
“Oh perfect, so I can’t even use the goddam living room anymore?” You asked, growing even more irritated by Logan’s input.
“Jesus, you’re just a fuckin’ princess, aren’t you?” Logan huffed.
You glared at him before turning your attention back to Wade.
“Do I literally not get a say in this like at all? Even though I live here and pay my share of the rent?”
“Look, I promise it’s temporary. Just until he gets his footing in this universe. It won’t be so bad, I mean look him, total eye candy.” Wade said, gripping Logan’s face and turning his head to you.
Logan gave him a look that could kill. Long metal claws sprung out from just below his knuckles. Your eyes widened.
“THE FUCK ARE THOSE?” You shouted.
“Riiiiiiiight, so those are adamantium claws. They ain’t vibranium, but hey, can’t always be the number one. He’s a bonafide animal, in more ways than one, maybe you’ll find out for yourself.” Wade said, you could tell he was winking underneath his mask.
“The fuck do you mean by that?” Logan growled.
“Yeah, what?” You asked.
“Hey, I know sexual tension when I see it.” Wade retorted.
“I literally just met him.” You said.
“Yeah and with Hugh Jackman’s face and body, the time between introduction and need for face riding is a matter of seconds.” Wade said.
You gave a quick glance at Logan. Sure, he was incredibly attractive, but you sensed a sort of emotional unavailability that put you off. You had standards.
“You know my type and he’s not it, Wade.” You insisted.
“Forget type, he’s THE Wolverine. You know how many fanfics people read about this guy? Lookin’ at you, reader.” Wade said.
“Whatever, I’m not getting into a debate over my preferences for men.” You said, walking to your room and slamming the door.
“I think that went well.” Wade said.
-
A month had passed and much to your dismay, you were still being forced to share the apartment with Logan. At the very least he’d upgraded to wearing a shirt instead of walking around with his top half exposed.
After getting home from an exhausting shift at work, you opened the fridge, looking for the bottle of wine you saved for those evenings after a particularly long day. It was nowhere to be seen and you immediately knew who the culprit was.
“For fuck’s sake, Logan!” You shouted.
You headed to the living room to confront what was supposed to be your temporary roommate who sat on the couch.
“Christ, what now?” He groaned.
“Where the fuck is my wine?”
“Hm? Oh that? Yeah, it’s gone.” He answered dismissively, almost like taking time to respond or even look at you was beneath him.
“How many times do I have to tell you to keep your barely functional alcoholic ass away from my stuff?”
“Didn’t see your name on it.”
“I specifically told you not to touch that fucking bottle multiple times.”
“Must’ve not been able to distinguish what you said from your typical bitching, I usually just tune that shit out.” He said, still not making eye contact with you.
“Jesus you really have no respect for anyone.” You spat.
Logan stood, coming in way too close for your liking.
“Respect? That’s a really funny word coming from someone who doesn’t respect themselves enough to not wear short little skirts like the one you’re wearing, bending over all the time to show off that ass.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh you fuckin’ heard me. You think I don’t see what you’re doing with the clothes you wear, or when you come out in the morning in nothing but a shirt and panties because you think I’m asleep and won’t notice?”
“Back the fuck up, the hell do you mean by ‘think’ you’re asleep?”
“I barely sleep enough as it is, I’m awake the second I hear your door open. You have any idea what seeing you like that does to me?”
You blushed.
“You’re fucking disgusting.” You said through gritted teeth.
“Please, you do it because you hope I’m watching you. I see the way you look at me. You can say you hate me all you fuckin’ want, but I can smell your goddam pheromones from across the room. I’ve been around for over two centuries and have more than enough experience to know when someone wants me. Especially when they’re acting like as much of a slut as y-“
You slapped him hard across the face. Logan immediately responded by pushing you up against the wall, unsheathing his claws and holding them under your chin. Neither of you said anything, the only sounds being a mix of him and you panting in anger.
Fuck, you had really grown to hate him, but something about his claws so dangerously close to you was playing into your kinks. You stole a glance down under, holy shit he was hard. You grabbed him by the face, kissing him aggressively. His claws retracted and he let his hands travel to your waist, pulling you closer.
“Mmf- fuckin’ knew it.” He said between kisses.
Logan picked you up by the underside of your thighs and carried you to your bedroom, his lips never once leaving you. He threw you down onto the bed, pulling your shirt over your head and unhooking your bra, tossing it aside. He took in the sight of your exposed chest.
“You’re such a pretty little thing, babygirl.”
His rough, calloused hand cupped your breast. He leaned down and you gave a yelp as he bit and tugged your nipple.
Logan chuckled. “Sensitive, aren’t you?”
You kissed him as you pulled his shirt off and traced your fingers along the dip between his abs. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and slipping them off. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock, he laughed at your reaction.
“Yeah, like it don’t you?” He smirked.
“How the hell am I supposed to enjoy this if you’re gonna tear me in half?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it like that, I can tell you like it rough.”
“That’s a bold assumption to make.”
“Yeah? Keep telling yourself that.”
Logan pulled off your skirt and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties, slipping them down your legs. He looked at your pussy with pure animalistic lust.
“Fuuuck babygirl, look how wet you already are for me. You got it that bad for older men, huh?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You retorted.
“Oh I don’t have to, the way you’re dripping says more than enough.”
“Just shut up and fuck me already.”
You laid back on the bed with your head against the pillow and Logan flipped you over on your stomach, pulling you up to your hands and knees.
“No, you don’t get missionary. You act like a bitch? You’re getting fucked like one.”
Logan reached for his belt, he raised it, bringing it down sharply on your ass, making you squeal.
“This is what you get for being such a fuckin’ brat. From now on you call me ‘sir’, understand?”
“Like hell I will.“
He lashed you again.
“Keep talking back and see what happens. Now, what do you say?”
“Y- yes sir.”
“There you go. I’ll be nicer if you listen to me… maybe.”
Logan looped the belt around your neck.
“I’m keeping you on a leash in case you continue making smart comments.” He smirked.
“As if that’s gonna shut m- hrrrk!”
He pulled it tight, the leather dug into your skin and constricted your throat. The most you could get out was a strained moan.
“Got nothin’ to say to me now, huh? C’mon, tell me how much you hate me.” Logan mocked as he pulled harder.
You looked back at him and mouthed “fuck you”.
He laughed. “Oh I will.”
He pressed the tip of his cock against your slit for a fraction of a second before sharply forcing his full length deep inside you, causing you to cry out as his intimidating girth stretched you wide. He began to fuck you at a ruthless pace, the sounds of your yelps and squeaks filling the room.
“Poor thing, am I hurting you? It’s okay, I’m only fucking you senseless.” He teased.
His free hand gripped your ass, nails digging into your skin.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fuckin’ tight. It’s like your little pussy was made for my cock.” He grunted.
Logan leaned down, sucking your neck, leaving mark after mark, his hand letting the belt loosen.
“You’re gonna look so pretty all marked up by me.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Are you seriously giving me hickeys? Really? What are you thirtee- ngh!”
Logan pulled tight on his belt again, keeping you from finishing your snide remark.
His thrusts became more aggressive, and as much as your feelings about Logan confused you, his cock felt incredible. You moved yourself back on him and he growled in approval.
“Yeah that’s it, take this fat cock like a perfect little slut. So good for me.”
He let go of the belt, both hands moving to your hips. His pace became punishingly fast and brutal. Between his growls and the way he fucked you like a dog, he honestly seemed more animal than man.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you, I don’t care if you’re on the pill or not.”
You whimpered and tightened around him at his words. He smirked.
“Oh you like that?”
You nodded.
“Yeah? You wanna get knocked up? Tell me you want it, babygirl. Lemme hear you say it.”
“I need you to cum in me, get me pregnant. Please.” You begged.
He stopped his thrusts with only his head remaining inside you. He grabbed you by the throat and pulled you up against him, pressing his chest to your back.
“Please, what?” He commanded.
“Please, sir.”
He shoved you down onto the mattress and slammed himself fully back inside you, immediately resuming his vicious pace.
“Such a good fuckin’ girl.”
He panted like a wild animal, his claws slowly extending as he grew close.
“S- shit, sorry. Happens sometimes.” He said.
You tightened around him.
“Use them on me, hurt me, sir. Please, I need it so bad.” You whined.
“Goddam, you’re a fuckin’ freak. Aren’t ya, babygirl?”
He raked his claws down your back, you moaned obscenely loud as pearls of blood formed from the long slits he’d created. The mere sensation of it all immediately caused you to cum on his cock. The feeling of you pulsing around his shaft pushed him over the edge. He grunted as he buried himself to the hilt and leaned over, biting down hard on your neck, capillaries breaking under your skin. His cock throbbed with every rope of cum he shot into you.
“Fuuuuckin’ Christ, it’s not often I find someone that’s as into the hardcore stuff as me.” He chuckled.
Your whole body shook and you collapsed onto the mattress on your stomach. Logan removed his belt from your neck and got off the bed.
“Stay there, don’t move.” He said, pulling on his jeans and leaving the room.
He returned five or so minutes later with gauze, a roll of medical tape, and a wet hand towel.
“Had to really dig around for some of this stuff, when two out of four roommates regenerate there’s not a real demand.“
Logan got back onto the bed, sitting next to you.
“So what’s it like? To not heal immediately?” He asked as he dabbed at the blood on your back.
“I dunno, I never really thought about it. I guess you just deal with the pain for a few days, weeks, or months depending on what it is until it’s fine again.”
Logan chuckled.
“Sometimes I forget just how fragile everyone else is, until the world reminds me of it again and then…” He trailed off.
You could tell there was a heaviness to the latter half of his words, you knew why. Wade had told you that in Logan’s universe (a concept which took weeks for you to fully grasp) every single one of his fellow mutants had been murdered. You didn’t know the details, but you didn’t need to for you to understand why he was the way that he was. You looked up at him.
“It wasn’t your fault.” You said softly.
“What do you-“ his brow furrowed. “What did Wade tell you?” He growled as he covered his claw marks with gauze.
“Don’t get mad, I just- I wanted to know why you act like-“
“A dick?” He scoffed, pulling out a few inches of medical tape from the roll.
“Like someone with severe trauma.”
He went silent and looked away from your gaze as he finished adding the last line of tape to secure the gauze.
“…You’re all patched up.”
You moved to get up and dress yourself, but Logan wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back onto the mattress.
“No, c’mere. Lay back for me.”
“Do I still have to call you ‘sir’?
“It’s alright, you can call me ‘Logan’ again. This is about making you feel good, not me. I think I owe you one for being such a good girl.”
You laid with your head against the pillow and Logan began to kiss his way down the length of your body until his head was between your thighs. His lips were so close to your pussy that you could feel the heat of his breath.
“Didn’t peg you for the kinda guy that gives head.”
“You thought wrong. I’m eating this pussy until you’re shaking for me.”
His lips met your clit, his tongue rolling and circling it. You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair.
“Fuckin’ Christ, your scent is addictive.” He growled against you, making you shudder as the deep vibrations went straight to your clit.
You bucked your hips and he moved his hands to them, keeping you in place.
“Eeeeasy there. I know it feels good, but you can’t move around like that if I’m gonna eat you out, babygirl.”
He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them at just the right spot to absolutely send you over the edge. Your breath shuddered as you tightened around him.
“That’s it. C’mon, be a good girl and cum for me.”
You gripped his hair harder as you came undone on his tongue, pulsing around his fingers.
“Fuuuuuck, Logan!”
Your back arched off the bed, he pressed a hand to your stomach, holding you down.
“No, I’m not done with you yet.”
He continued sucking and licking your clit, his fingers fucking you hard and fast. You shook, feeling a second orgasm build. Your head cocked back as all of the nerves in your body ignited in pleasure for a second time. You expected Logan to remove his mouth, but he kept going.
“Fuck, I can’t stop. You’re just too goddam perfect when you cum.”
You moaned loudly, your clit throbbing in his mouth as you came for a third time, cursing like a sailor and writhing against his tongue.
“You doing good there, babygirl?” Logan asked.
“Uh-huh.” You murmured.
At some point everything went hazy and you lost track of just how many times he’d made you cum. The more you had, the quicker the next one came, until it was one immediately after another. You were a shaking, stuttering mess.
“L- Logan, I ca- an’t keep going. I- it’s too m- much.”
“Shhh, you’re okay. Just one more time, I promise.”
He pumped his fingers relentlessly, his tongue working your clit at an equally vigorous pace. Every muscle in your body tensed as the most intense orgasm you had ever felt in your life rocked you to your very core and everything went white for a moment.
“Ohhhhh godddd, Logan. You’re gonna fucking kill meeee.” You groaned.
Logan moved himself to get on top of you, kissing you deeply.
“I’m sorry babygirl. I know I pushed you hard, but you did so well for me.” He whispered softly, holding your face in his hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb.
He laid next to you, pulling you to him, his chest pressed against your back as your post orgasm haze finally subsided.
“Never saw you as the cuddling type.” You said.
“Depends on how I feel about whoever I’m fucking, and unfortunately for me I’m starting to actually like you.”
“And what did I do to deserve that?”
“Well, you’re still a total bitch, but you’re actually pretty sweet when you want to be. I like you that way though, makes things interesting. I’ll admit when you slapped me I got so fuckin’ hard.”
“So, you’re saying I should slap you more often?”
“I’m not saying no, but just expect to lose the ability to walk after I fuck it out of you.”
“You got yourself a deal.”
He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.
“Good. Now, there’s something you should know. Regeneration doesn’t just mean that I heal quickly.” He said, pressing the hard bulge in his jeans against you.
“Holy shit, so… we could fuck all night without stopping?”
“Exactly.”
“Then what the hell are we doing just lying here?”
Logan turned you onto your back, getting on top of you.
“Attagirl, let’s fuckin’ go.”
-
The two of you spent the whole night fucking like rabbits nonstop. When morning came you made your way to the kitchen. Logan followed, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind as you made yourself a cup of coffee. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.
“I hope you know I’m never gonna get enough of you.” He said, his hands traveling underneath your shirt to your breasts.
“I swear, you’re hornier than a dog that hasn’t had his balls chopped off.” You teased.
“Yeah and you love it.”
“There you go with the assumptions again, you’re so right though.” You purred, turning to him.
“I know I am.”
His lips met yours and he lifted you onto the counter. You laced your fingers in his hair and wrapped your legs around him. Both of you were too focused on each other to notice the sound of a door opening. Wade walked out from the room he shared with Al carrying Mary Puppins.
“Judging by the NC-17 noises I heard all night I’m guessing you two had fun.” Wade said, causing you to jump and pull away from Logan.
“For fuck’s sake, do you not know when to leave people alone?” Logan huffed.
“Oh c’mon peanut, you know boundaries aren’t my forte. It’s my toxic trait.”
Logan glared at him.
“Alright alright, I can take a hint. Just try not to get any fluids on the appliances. I certainly don’t mind a little Wolvie in my coffee, but I don’t think Al would appreciate it.” Wade said, heading back to his room.
Logan turned his attention back to you, his lips brushing against yours.
currently in my hugh jackman obsession era because of finally watching the x men movies and it reminded me that my first introduction to him was when i was nine and watched flushed away the night i came down with something that i can only describe as feeling like mono, like i was out of school for a whole week
so for the longest time i associated him with being the sickest i’ve ever been in my entire life lmao
we had to decorate pumpkins in the ward™ (php ed treatment) as our mandated halloween activity literally minutes after having a group on death and grief so this is what my emotionally exhausted brain demanded i do
y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.
warnings: threesome, oral, huge age gap (reader is in their 20’s), slapping
this is my first threesome fic. i don’t write about stan nearly as much as i do ford, but i would KILL to be eiffel towered by them. 😩 also i feel like them bickering while fucking you is incredibly in character for both of them.
You were waiting tables at the bar in the small port town you resided in. It was nothing to write home about, but it payed the bills. You were in the process of wiping down tables when two older men walked in. You could tell immediately from how alike they were that they were brothers, maybe even twins. You’d always had a thing for older men and you found both of them to be incredibly handsome. You approached their table.
“Hey there, my name’s y/n. What can I get for you two gentlemen?”
“I’ll take a whiskey, toots.” One of the men said in a gruff voice, he was very clearly eyeing you up.
“A bourbon for me, please.” The other tried to be more discreet, but he was definitely looking at you with the same lust as his brother.
As the night went on you started to find excuses to come to their table and it was obvious they didn’t mind one bit. You brought out another round of drinks, noticing when one of them went to grab his drink that he had six fingers. You shamelessly wondered what those six fingers could do, when the rougher of the two spoke.
“Hey, so uhh, we were thinkin’, we’ve seen you looking at us all night and we thought maybe you’d like to come back with one of us.”
Your heart skipped a beat, holy fuck yes. You were debating on who to choose when the perfect idea dawned on you.
“What if I want both of you?”
They exchanged glances with each other before the scholarly looking one answered.
“Only if you think you can handle it, sweetheart.”
You smirked. “Oh I’m more than capable. I get off at 12.”
The gruff one cocked a devilish smile. “Trust me, toots, it won’t be the only time you get off tonight. I’m Stan, the nerd over there is Ford, my brother.”
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The brothers waited outside for you to finish your shift. You locked the door behind you.
“Okay, so where’s your guys’ place?” You asked.
“We have a boat moored nearby.” Ford answered.
You walked the short distance to the docks, arriving a decently sized boat, the name “Stan O’ War II” inscribed on the hull. They helped you onto the boat and led you down to the cabin below deck, you sat yourself on one of the beds. You were a little nervous, you’d never had a threesome before.
“So… how do we want to start thi-“
Stan interrupted you with a kiss rougher than his voice, you fell back on the bed with him on top of you, his hands immediately grabbing at your breasts.
Ford rolled his eyes. “Way to be a gentleman, Stanley.”
“Come on, you expect me to just stand there when they look like that? With that skirt and those tits? Now are you gonna watch or are you gonna get in on this?” Stan said between kisses.
“I was getting to that, move over.”
Stan sat you up and shifted to your left, his lips never leaving you. Ford traced circles on your inner thighs, you shuddered at the sensation.
“So what’s someone as pretty and young as you doing wanting to have sex with two old men?” Ford inquired.
“What can I say? I have an affinity for salt and pepper hair. I find men get better with age, more experience.” You said, momentarily breaking away from Stan to grab Ford by the sweater and pull him into a kiss.
Stan laughed. “Heh, that might be true for me, sugar, but you would NOT believe what poindexter over here has been up to for the past 30 years. And I’ll tell you there definitely wasn’t any hot young tail to go around.”
Ford gave an audible groan of annoyance and started to take off your clothes. He pulled your top over your head and unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your arms.
He took a shuddering breath. “My stars, your breasts are gorgeous.”
“Tell me about it.” Stan said, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and biting it, his stubble tickling your breast.
Ford returned his attention to getting your clothes off of you. He pulled off your skirt and followed with your panties, sliding them down your legs, he gave a small gasp at your wetness.
“Good god sweetheart, you’re so wet. You really wanted us, didn’t you?”
Stan smirked against your breast. “Of course they do! You think they’d be able to resist the charms of us two silver foxes?”
You nodded. “When you guys walked into the bar tonight I secretly hoped you’d be into something like this.”
“We seriously didn’t think you’d reciprocate. It was a complete shot in the dark, but look at you, so eager for the both of us.” Ford said as he sank to his knees in front of you.
“Hey, you might’ve thought that, but I knew I’d have them swooning within the hour. No one can resist Stan the man.” He said, flexing his arms.
Ford rolled his eyes and lifted your legs, draping them over his shoulders. He circled your clit with his thumb for a moment before replacing it with his mouth and tongue. You tangled your fingers in his hair as Stan returned his lips to yours, tongue darting down your throat, hands caressing your breasts.
Ford lapped at your clit, taking in your taste and scent.
“God, you taste so good.” He said, moaning against you.
Stan laughed. “Damn, sixer. I didn’t know you enjoyed eating pussy this much.”
Ford scoffed. “I happen to find eliciting an orgasm from another person to be incredibly rewarding, their pleasure is mine.”
“Good god, you’re so pussy whipped.”
“I’m trying to concentrate here, Stanley.”
You felt your orgasm build, you tightened your grip on Ford’s hair.
“Good girl, that’s it, you’re almost there.” Ford cooed.
You panted, the sensation of being eaten out by Ford and felt up by Stan was overwhelming. You bucked your hips somewhat involuntarily against Ford’s tongue.
You reeled your head back cumming all over Ford’s mouth. He didn’t stop, slipping two fingers inside you and curling them at your g-spot, he wanted to make you cum again. It didn’t take long to coax it out of you, you gripped his hair so hard you almost ripped out a few strands, cumming on his face for a second time.
You fell back on the bed, you were practically floating. You panted breathlessly, attempting to steady yourself. Ford stood up, leaned over and kissed you, you could taste yourself on him. You sat up and looked at both of them, cracking a smirk.
“Both of you, strip for me.” You said in your best sultry voice.
“Of course, princess.” Ford said.
Stan grinned. “Get ready for the show, sweet cheeks.”
They began removing their clothes. Stan gave you the full stripper experience, running his hands seductively over his body. You wondered to yourself if he’d ever done this before, it sure seemed like he had.
You watched them hungrily as they revealed their figures. Stan was paunchy and soft whereas Ford was more built with a slight muscle definition, yet both of them were incredibly hot to you. You stared at them and couldn’t help but notice the multiple scars that littered Ford’s body. You had no idea what kind of hell he must’ve been through, but it had clearly been a lot.
As they pulled off their boxers you took in the absolutely glorious sight. They were both incredibly hung, over 8 inches. Their cocks were nearly identical, but Stan’s had significantly more girth. Stan caught you obviously staring.
“Like what ya see, angel?” Big, isn’t it?” He said, giving himself a few strokes.
“Bragging is unbecoming of a gentleman, Stanley.” Ford chastised.
“Hey, I know what I got, so I’m gonna flaunt it. Now, on all fours, toots.” Stan commanded, getting on the bed.
He came up behind you and angled his cock against you and unceremoniously shoved himself inside you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on your waist. He was so thick it felt like you were being ripped in half, you cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Oh shit, you alright?” Stan asked.
“Yeah I’m okay, it just hurts so good.”
He cocked a smile. “Damn, you like it rough don’t you?”
Ford got on his knees in front of you, tilting your chin up and stroking your lips with his thumb.
“Your lips are so soft, sweetheart.”
He slowly slid his cock in your mouth and began gingerly fucking your mouth, trying very hard to not make you choke.
“You ever done anything like this before, sugar? Gotten fucked by two men at the same time?” Stan said as he started pumping himself inside you.
You shook your head with Ford’s cock in your mouth.
“No? What do you think, huh? You like getting fucked by men old enough to be your dad?” Stan asked.
You nodded.
He grabbed your ass. “Good girl, so fucking dirty.”
Ford ran his fingers through your hair. “That’s right, you’re such a good girl, taking the both of us at the same time.”
Stan thrusted aggressively, each one forcing his brother’s cock deeper down your throat, you gagged around him.
“Easy, Stanley, you’ll make them choke.” Ford warned.
“Sorry, can’t help it, they feel too good. So- nngh- fucking tight.” Stan grunted.
You started to move your hips back against him.
“Yeah, that’s right, good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.” Stan groaned.
He gave an incredibly hard slap to your ass, you yelped with Ford still in your mouth, a welt began to form.
“Hey, watch it! You don’t know if they like that sort of thing.” Ford scolded.
Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh come off it, sixer. They can speak for themself.”
You pulled yourself off of Ford’s cock just long enough to give a response before taking him back in your mouth.
“It’s okay, I love it.”
“See? They ‘love it’.” Stan said with a smirk.
“Consent is still important, Stanley.” Ford huffed.
Stan picked up his pace, god he loved this, using you like his own personal fucktoy.
“Jesus, that tight little pussy is gonna make me cum.” Stan groaned.
He gripped your hips and got a few good thrusts in before pulling out and cumming all over your back with a loud moan. Ford pulled himself out of your mouth, he leaned over and whispered in your ear while stroking your cheek.
“You did so well for us, sweetheart.”
Your legs shook, exhausted from being on your hands and knees for so long. You collapsed on your stomach.
Stan breathed raggedly trying to collect himself, then got off the bed and started putting his boxers back on.
“Alright, I’m gonna go out for a smoke, I’ll leave you two crazy kids alone. Have fun.” Stan said with a wink.
He started to head out, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Geez, you got me schvitzing here, toots.” He closed the cabin door behind him.
Ford turned his attention back to you. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
He got up and retrieved a towel and began wiping his brother’s cum off of your back.
“There we go.” He said softly.
He picked you up and laid you down with your head on the pillow and got on top of you. He tilted your chin up and kissed you deeply.
“I know you enjoyed being ravaged by Stanley, but now it’s my turn and I want to make love to you. Is that okay with you, princess?”
You nodded fervently.
“Good girl. I know my cock isn’t as thick as his, but still if it hurts I want you to bite down on my shoulder. Understand?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He blushed. “Daddy? How come didn’t call Stanley that?”
“You have stronger daddy vibes.”
He chuckled. “I’m very flattered, princess.”
He slowly started to insert himself making sure to give you time to adjust while kissing you, you moaned into his mouth.
He reached the hilt of his shaft. “Does that feel good? I’m not hurting you am I?”
You shook your head. “You feel so good, daddy.”
He chuckled. “Keep calling me that and I won’t be able to last very long.”
He began moving his hips, finding a steady, gentle rhythm.
“God, now I see what Stanley was talking about, you feel incredible. So warm and tight.”
He and Stan might’ve been twins, but the ways they fucked you were as different as night and day. Where Stan was rough and fast, Ford was so much more slow and passionate.
“From the moment I saw you I knew I would have to have you. The way your thighs looked in that skirt and the way your breasts bounced as you walked, god you looked so tantalizing. When you would bend over the table to serve us our drinks it got me so hard immediately. If you hadn’t come back with us I would’ve had to spend the rest of my night stroking my cock while picturing you.”
“I’m not gonna lie, Ford, I was bending over on purpose. I knew what I was doing. Knowing I was turning on two older gentlemen was so hot. I had to steal myself away to the bathroom and touch myself because of how worked up I got with you looking at me like that. You and your brother were practically fucking me with your eyes.”
“We wanted you so bad, it was all we could talk about.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair again. He buried his nose into the dip of your collarbone. You moved yourself back against him, drawing out a moan.
“I’m so close, baby girl. Can I cum in you?” He panted.
“Please, daddy.” You begged.
Your words made him throb. “Good girl.”
He slightly increased his pace, still making sure to be gentle. He came deep inside you, coating your walls in a thick layer of cum.
“Stars, you are… amazing.” He said, completely breathless.
You kissed him as he pulled out, lying next to you. You nuzzled into Ford’s chest, he stroked your back, the gentle waves of the ocean rocking the boat.
“You know, we’re going to be here for a full week. If you want, we could do this every night. How does that sound, princess?”
“Like a dream, handsome.”
He kissed you. “Good, I’m very happy to hear that.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment or two before you broke it.
“Can I ask you a question, Ford?”
“Anything, sweetheart.”
“What happened to you? You have so many scars.”
He gave a small smile. “It’s… a long story, but let’s just say I went through quite the adventure in the last 30 years.”
A few minutes later Stan walked through the door. “Got room for one more?”
You smiled. “The more the merrier.”
Stan climbed into the bed, spooning you.
He chuckled to himself. “See, sixer? I told you we’d find babes.”
A Haida x Fenneko piece done for me by Das-Leben on DA. Link below.
Haida fell asleep first, then Fenneko fell asleep while on her phone, so it slipped from her hand in her sleep.
Link - https://www.deviantart.com/das-leben/art/Good-night-859471121
I HAVE FOUND THE PERFECT MAN THAT COULD HAVE PLAYED THE PART OF GRUNKLE STAN IF GRAVITY FALLS WAS EVER GOING TO BE MADE LIVE ACTION.
DUDES. FUCKING BOB HOSKINS WOULD HAVE BEEN THE PERFECT GRUNKLE STAN.
I'M WATCHING WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT AND IT WAS THE SCENE WHERE JESSICA WAS TRYING TO FIND OUT WHERE ROGER WAS BY MAKING AN OFFER TO EDDIE, AND HE CAME OUT OF THE BATHROOM WITHOUT HIS SHIRT ON AND I REALIZED IT;
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THE INACCURACIES OF SHIP HIERARCHY IN PIRATE MOVIES WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
GUESS FUCKING WHAT HOLLYWOOD,
1ST MATE IS NOT THE SECOND IN COMMAND UNDER THE CAPTAIN.
THE FUCKING QUARTERMASTER IS SECOND IN COMMAND.
HERE'S YOUR LOOKSIE.
I'M SORRY IT'S ALWAYS BOTHERED ME WHEN THE CAPTAIN IS REFERRING TO FIRST MATE AS THEIR SECOND IN COMMAND. IT'S NOT HARD TO LEARN THE FACTS BEFORE YOU MAKE THE MOVIE.
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