#Drover

[fulj]

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HUGH JACKMAN as Drover Faraway Downs (2023) + Australia (2008) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[jdmorganz]

HUGH JACKMAN as Drover in Australia (2008)

[logansbaby]

this scene DOES stuff to me— the veins leading down? oh my god im a WHORE for this man, he could have me any way he’d like! if i had my way my knees would be bruised 24/7

[4ever-feral]

Save a horse ride a cowboy 😏😏

[silverskyeline]

i have such EXTREME drover brainrot again like i'm not okay and i might need to write for him asap before i explode. why is he so PRETTY.

[ultrviolecnt]

HUGH JACKMAN as DROVER

Australia (2008) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[dorkszn]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE OLD MEN 🤭 LOGAN AND HUGH. THE ONLY REASONS I GOT BACK INTO MARVEL AS OF LATELY. THANKS FOR THE INFINITE OBSESSION, MWAH MWAH. i’ll post your ktober soon. and happy belated birthday, naruto.

[swiftiedits13]

What goes in my mind 24/7

[hughjackedmyheartman]

Hughs Drover Era is just PERFECTION 😭✨

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

DROVER PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE 🧎‍♀️

[taeslarityy]

i need him to mount me. i need him to flip me onto my stomach, slightly lift my hips, and fuck into me like a feral touch deprived disgusting old man. i need him to make me sore and bruised and i need to feel his huge cock against my walls. i need to run my tongue up and down his lower tummy veins. i need to gnaw on his skin till my mouth shape is indented into him. i need to personally lick every drop of sweat from his body and be his personal cleaner. i need to bite and nibble at his facial hair and body hair.

i need him.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

edit if from candace.ffx

[hughjackmanxz]

except I don't want a look-alike I want HIM

[jdmorganz]

HUGH JACKMAN as Drover in Australia (2008)

[pretty-little-mind33]

um someone explain why there are almost no drover fics?! and yes, i am talking about hugh jackman's character in the movie 'Australia' because i fear i have fallen in lust love ☺️

so are we just not gonna talk about it? 🤨

COWARDS.

LIKE HELLO?!!!!! are we seeing what i am seeing?! someone recommend me some good fics pls or i fear i will just have to do it myself 🙂

apologizes for acting feral on main

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ 'lonely nights' - 18+ drover x gn!reader

summary: drover misses you while droving, imagining your body against his inside his tent. you're not here, so he supposes his hand will have to do. . . (700 words) tags: drover jerks off thinking of you, dirty talk, established relationship, breeding mention, no use of y/n, gn reader, drover fantasises about reader.

drover misses you, always misses you, but he keeps that thought to himself until he's tucked away inside the safety of his tent while on this particularly long drove. if the boys catch wind of him pining for you it'd be all over, he'd never hear the end of it. so he waits until he's alone, eyes fixed on the canvas material above him.

he thinks of you, envisions your body above him, nestled neatly into his lap right where you belong. drover swears he can almost feel you, feel the weight of your hips pushing down against his, your clothed heat throbbing with want, with need. it makes his head spin and his cock ache and, fuck, he needs you.

but you're not here. he's alone with his memories and the knowledge that you're miles and miles away, hopefully missing him too.

he wonders if you think about him, wrapped in warm sheets, head dotted with droplets of sweat, calling his name behind the palm clamped over your desperate lips as your eager hand works between your legs. . . is that what you're doing right now? teasing yourself with a touch you know will never satisfy you like he does?

are you hot for him? sweating and panting as you silently beg for his cock? how often, he wonders, do you find yourself grinding against your own palm, stealing glances at the space he used to occupy in bed?

before he knows it, he's palming himself through his boxers, coaxing his half-hard length to attention. it's not you, but it'll have to do. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, hand snaking beneath the material to give himself a squeeze.

drover paints pictures of you behind his eyelids, the curve of your body, the sweet sound you make when you moan, the warmth he feels when you wrap around him so perfectly - it creates an atmosphere so strong he swears you're really here with him.

his hand works his cock, pumping in a slow rhythm, imagining you bouncing above him with your hands planted firmly on his chest. 'that's it baby,' he'd say, 'feel good bouncin' on my cock? you miss me?'

raising his free hand towards his mouth, he bites down on a knuckle to muffle his groans. he's lost in the thought of you, the thought of fucking up into your eager hole, remembering the way you flutter around him when you get close. his thumb swipes across his sensitive tip, precum beading in anticipation of release.

god, what he wouldn't give right now to cum deep inside you. that was always his favourite part, the way you'd twitch and gasp as he fills you to the brim with his hot load. you took it so well, like you were made for him to breed you. . .

shit, his thoughts are in the gutter again, but it's easy for him to find himself there when he thinks of you.

hips rising, he finds himself bucking into his fist, a pistoning rhythm that threatens to send him over the edge. he's close, whispering your name, hoping it's quiet enough to get lost in the ambience of the still outback surrounding his tent. he imagines grabbing your hips, feeling the supple curves of your body, holding you down and filling you up.

it's all too much.

drover explodes, hot cum flooding across his chiselled tan stomach, dripping down along his hand as he works himself through his release. he gasps, head tilting back as his adam's apple bobs with every thirsty swallow. "take it, fuck. . ." he whispers under his breath, aftershocks rippling through his sensitive body.

the storm clears, the paintings of you behind his eyelids fading as he settles into the calm of the night, quelling his hunger for the time being.

but he still misses you, every day.

in a couple of weeks, drover'll finally see you again, coming home. that thought keeps him going on particularly taxing days. a smile tugs at the corner of his lips at the thought of taking you into the bedroom and showing you just how much he's missed you. what a mess he'll make of you, how he'll worship your body, litter kisses along your calf until he reaches the apex of your thighs, finding home in the body he knows as well as his own.

[howlett-variants]

Jackmans as troubled birds