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pedroscowgirl · 2 months

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A Younger Revelation

Hugh jackman x female!reader

Part 2

Warnings: smut! Minors, DNI!!

Age gap (reader is their (mid) 20s), p in v, creampie (wrap it up), choking, hugh is posessive (?) , daddy issues (i can't help it) and squirting

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A/N: I saw a few ppl say that hugh (and his son) are into older women and i just had to write something about it cuz i want to be his controversial younger gf i hope you like it!

You and Hugh had been friends for over three years, ever since you starred in a movie together. The on-screen chemistry was profound, and off-screen, it quickly turned into a deep, genuine friendship. But as time passed, you began to notice a shift in your feelings. It wasn't just admiration for his talent or his kind-hearted nature, it was something far more intense. You had always been drawn to older men, a fascination born from perhaps, some unresolved issues with your father. It was a part of yourself you had come to understand, but with Hugh, it became an irresistible pull.

The age difference was glaring. Hugh was closer to your parents' age, even older than your dad. The thought of being attracted to him felt wrong, almost taboo, like a secret you shouldn't entertain. Yet, the more you were around him, the more you craved his presence, his voice, the comforting maturity he exuded. The way he moved, the timbre of his laughter, and the warmth in his eyes, it all made you want him even more. It didn't help that you had come across interviews and internet whispers, and even a hint from his ex-wife, all pointing to his preference for older women. It stung, knowing that you probably weren't his type, but it didn't stop the fantasies from consuming you.

One evening, the two of you sat on the terrace of his apartment, sipping wine under the silver glow of the moon. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but the world felt confined to the small space you shared. It was a beautiful, quiet night, and the air was thick with unspoken words. You had always enjoyed these moments with Hugh, comfortable, intimate, and filled with a sense of ease that belied the complexity of your feelings. But tonight, the tension felt different, more visible. The usual comfort was tinged with a sharp undercurrent of desire.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to break the silence. "You know," you began, your voice soft and deliberate, "we have something in common." Hugh glanced at you, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "We're both attracted to older people."

He paused, his glass halfway to his lips, caught off guard. You saw the confusion in his eyes as he processed your words. "You're attracted to older women," you continued, watching as his expression shifted. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. The tension in the air thickened, and you felt a heady rush of adrenaline. "And I'm attracted to older men."

Hugh choked on his wine, coughing slightly as he set his glass down. The look of surprise on his face was priceless, but you pressed on, feeling bolder with every word. "Have you ever tried a younger woman?" you asked, your voice dropping to a sultry, almost teasing tone. You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his skin. "Don't you ever crave it? The energy, the freshness... the excitement?"

He looked at you, a mix of shock and intrigue in his eyes. There was a visible shift in the atmosphere, the air charged with a new kind of tension. Hugh's gaze darkened, his eyes roaming over your face, then down your body, as if seeing you in a new light. He swallowed again, visibly trying to maintain his composure. "Sweetheart," he began, his voice low and rough, "I'm too old for you."

You tilted your head, a sly smile playing on your lips. "But you know what it's like to be into that," you said, leaning in so close that your lips nearly brushed his. The proximity sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. "Maybe you could try something different, something... younger."

Before you could second-guess yourself, Hugh's hands were on you, pulling you onto his lap with a smooth, assertive motion. The sudden intimacy made your heart race, your breath catching in your throat. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the firmness of his chest beneath your hands. His grip on your hips was possessive, his fingers digging in just enough to send a thrill through you. The reality of the situation hit you—this was happening.

Hugh looked up at you, his eyes intense and filled with a mix of desire and conflict. "I mean," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, "we can try something, and I'll get back to you on that." His words were laced with a sensual promise, an unspoken agreement that sent a rush of heat through your veins.

You felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of what you were about to do. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. You could feel the slight tremor in his hands, a testament to the struggle between his self-control and the desire simmering beneath the surface.

Leaning in, you whispered against his lips, "Let's see where this goes." The tension was unbearable, the air thick with anticipation. And then, finally, his lips met yours. The kiss was slow and exploratory at first, a tentative test of boundaries. But it quickly deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get enough of you. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only the sensation of his lips, the taste of wine, and the electric connection that sparked between you.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The doubts, the fears, the societal norms—they all melted into the background. All that mattered was the way he made you feel, the way your body responded to his touch, and the intoxicating promise of what was to come.

As you broke the kiss, a delicious tension lingered in the air, thick with the promise of more. Sitting on Hugh's lap, you felt the heat of his body radiate through his clothes and into your skin. His hands, strong and sure, moved from your hips to your ass, squeezing gently. The intimate touch made your breath hitch, and your eyes locked with his, the burning gaze between you sparking an electric connection.

"I'll admit, you're a good kisser," he whispered, his voice low and dripping with that irresistible Australian accent. The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but bite your lip, savouring the compliment. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips. He chuckled softly, his eyes briefly dropping to your chest, where the rise and fall of your breath betrayed your growing anticipation.

Hugh's hand slowly slid from your ass up to your shoulder, the touch sending a trail of warmth in its wake. With a deliberate slowness, he hooked a finger under the thin strap of your tank top, pulling it down with a teasing grin. The fabric slipped off your shoulder, revealing more of your skin, and you felt the cool night air against your bare breast, sending a jolt of awareness through you. You weren't wearing a bra, and the sudden exposure made you feel both vulnerable and excited.

His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of awe crossing his face as he took in the sight of you. "Beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself, before he leaned in closer. His other hand joined in, deftly removing your top entirely. As the fabric fell away, leaving you bare from the waist up, you felt a delicious thrill of exposure, the night air cool against your skin. Hugh's gaze was hot and heavy, his admiration evident as he took in the sight of your nakedness. You could see the desire in his eyes, mirrored by the lust in your own.

Feeling his intensity, you felt a flush spread across your cheeks, your breathing growing shallow. There was something incredibly erotic about the way he looked at you, fully clothed in his short-sleeved shirt that highlighted his toned arms and muscular biceps. The contrast made you feel even more exposed, more vulnerable, and yet, it was thrilling. Before you could say anything, he leaned in, his lips capturing your nipple. The sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, making you gasp.

Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as his mouth worked its magic. He alternated between soft licks and gentle bites, each touch sending ripples of pleasure coursing through you. Your hips began to move on their own, grinding against him as you sought more friction, more connection. You could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you through the fabric of his pants, and the knowledge of his desire only heightened your own.

As his mouth continued its sweet torment on your sensitive skin, your body responded eagerly. Every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, sent sparks of pleasure straight to your core. You arched into him, wanting more, needing more. The feel of his warm, wet mouth on your nipple was intoxicating, and you couldn't help the soft moans that escaped your lips.

Hugh's free hand roamed up and down your back, caressing and holding you close as if grounding himself in the reality of this moment. The feeling of his hands on you, the weight of his body beneath you, and the heat of his mouth all combined to create an intoxicating mix of sensations. You felt powerful and utterly desired, lost in the pleasure of the moment and the knowledge that this man, who had seemed untouchable, was now very much within your grasp.

As you continued to grind against him, the friction and heat built up between you, each movement sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Hugh's breathing grew ragged, his grip on you tightening as he responded to your movements. His mouth left your nipple, trailing kisses up to your neck, where he nibbled softly, drawing another gasp from you.

You felt like you were on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire. The air was thick with the scent of wine and the heady musk of arousal, and you knew there was no turning back. The night had taken a turn into the forbidden, and you were more than willing to explore this uncharted territory with him.

As Hugh's lips lavished warm kisses on your breast, each touch sending electric jolts through your body, you felt an irresistible urge to feel more of him, to uncover the mystery beneath his shirt. Your fingers moved with a mind of their own, sliding up his torso and curling into the fabric, giving a gentle tug. It was a subtle yet unmistakable sign for him to undress. He paused, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with you, a playful grin spreading across his face. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt, peeling it off with an effortless grace that left you breathless.

As the shirt fell away, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and the ripple of muscles beneath his skin, your eyes widened in astonishment. You couldn't help but let out a soft, appreciative gasp. "You have an amazing build for your age," you murmured, your voice tinged with genuine admiration and a hint of awe.

Hugh's smile widened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "You know what else is great for my age? My stamina," he replied, his tone dripping with confidence and a hint of mischief. The promise in his words sent a delicious shiver down your spine. You bit your lip, the anticipation making your pulse race. "Let's test that out," you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper but full of bold intent.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hugh's hands found your waist. With an effortless strength that took your breath away, he lifted you and set you down on the cold surface of the terrace table. The sudden contrast of the cool marble against your warm skin made you jolt, a soft gasp escaping your lips. It was a shock that only heightened the pleasure coursing through you.

His hands worked at the buttons of your pants, sliding them down your legs and casting them aside. You felt exposed, vulnerable, yet undeniably excited. The night air kissed your skin, adding to the thrill of the moment. Hugh's eyes roamed over you with a hunger that made your heart pound. As his fingers trailed down your thighs and found their way to your wetness, a smirk tugged at his lips.

"Aren't you a little embarrassed?" he teased, his voice a low, seductive purr. "To be this wet for a man older than your own father?" His words were provocative, laced with a taboo allure that made your cheeks flush. You knew there was a truth in what he said, but the forbidden nature of it only heightened your desire. Hugh was unlike any man you'd ever known—there was a raw, magnetic allure about him that drew you in, making you forget about the world beyond this terrace.

He was a god in human form, exuding a potent mix of masculinity and confidence. His touch was confident and assured, his fingers exploring you with an intimate knowledge that made your body sing. The cool night air combined with the warmth of his hands created a heady contrast that made you moan softly. Hugh's thumb found your clit, and he began to circle it with a tantalizing slowness, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're so responsive," he murmured, the huskiness of his voice sending a thrill down your spine. Then, with deliberate slowness, he pushed a finger inside you. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, your body arching towards him, craving more of his touch. The intensity of your desire was palpable, a living, breathing thing that consumed you.

"Already?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm not even inside you yet." You couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully, which only made him chuckle. There was a warmth in his laughter, a sound that wrapped around you and heightened the anticipation building between you. "Go ahead then, go inside me," you dared him, but the words came out more like a plea, your voice breathy with need.

Hugh's expression shifted, his eyes darkening with lust. "My god, you're such a slut for me," he said, his voice thick with desire. The crude declaration sent a jolt of excitement through you, making your heart race. "Fuck yes, Hugh, I am," you confessed, the honesty in your voice making your cheeks burn. It was liberating, admitting just how badly you wanted him, and his smirk told you he relished every word.

"Fine, I'll give you what you want," he murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With deliberate slowness, he unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. The sight of him, hard and ready, made you swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry with anticipation. You couldn't help but stare, your eyes tracing every inch of him, the primal hunger in your gaze unmistakable.

Then, as if breaking the spell, Hugh looked up, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Oh, I don't have a condom with me," he suddenly said, a hint of concern in his voice. You barely hesitated, the words tumbling out before you could think. "It's okay, I'm on the pill." The moment hung in the air, the intimacy of the situation crystal clear. His eyes darkened further, a predatory gleam shining in them as he absorbed your words.

"If you say so, babygirl," he murmured, his voice low. He positioned himself at your entrance, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered you. The sudden fullness made you gasp, your hands gripping the edges of the table for support as your back arched involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made your mind go blank.

Hugh groaned, his head tilting back as he savoured the feeling. "Gosh, you feel so delicious around me," he breathed out, his voice laced with raw desire. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Better than anything you've had before?" you managed to ask, your voice shaky with the intensity of the sensations coursing through you. It was a question born of curiosity and a bit of pride, wanting to know if he felt the same electric connection that you did. His response was a low, guttural moan, his eyes locking onto yours with a fiery intensity.

"Much better," he rasped, his voice dripping with sincerity. His movements became more urgent, more insistent, as if he couldn't get enough of you. The rhythm he set was intoxicating, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. You could feel the table beneath you shaking with the force of his movements, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat building inside you.

Hugh's hand slid up your body, fingers tracing the curve of your spine, sending shivers through you. His touch was both gentle and possessive, a reminder of the power he held over you in this moment. The pleasure built to a crescendo, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like you might explode. The world around you blurred, and all you could focus on was the delicious friction and the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he could scarcely believe the intensity of the moment. The praise sent a thrill through you, pushing you even closer to the edge. You could feel him pulse inside you, every inch of him fitting perfectly, as if he was made for you.

As the intensity of the moment reached its peak, Hugh's thrusts grew even more purposeful, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless. You felt a different kind of pressure building within you, a sensation that was new, raw, and overwhelming. It was as if your body was responding to him in ways it never had before, every nerve electrified by his touch.

Sensing the shift, Hugh slowed his pace slightly, maintaining a deep, steady rhythm that drove you wild. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "I can feel it, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You're so close. Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart."

The deep timbre of his voice and the promise in his words sent you spiraling. The pressure inside you continued to mount, reaching an almost unbearable level. You gasped, clutching the edge of the table as if it were a lifeline, your body shaking with the effort to hold back. But Hugh was relentless, his thrusts hitting just the right spot, coaxing you closer to the edge.

He placed a firm hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down gently. "Just let go, sweetheart," he urged, his voice soft yet commanding. "I want you to let it all out. Don't hold back." His words were like a key, unlocking something deep within you. The sensation became too much to contain, a dam about to burst.

With a strangled cry, you felt the floodgates open. A powerful wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you squirted, a hot rush of release that left you trembling. The sensation was so intense, so utterly consuming, that you could hardly breathe. Your vision blurred, and your mind blanked out everything but the exquisite feeling coursing through you. Hugh's eyes never left yours, a satisfied, almost possessive smile playing on his lips. "That's it, baby," he coaxed, his voice dripping with pride and satisfaction. "Let it all out. You're amazing."

As the intense waves of your orgasm began to subside, Hugh didn't slow down. Instead, he kept the pressure steady, his thrusts deep and precise, as if he was determined to draw every last ounce of pleasure from you. Just when you thought you couldn't handle any more, he reached up and wrapped a hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to send another thrill of excitement coursing through your body. The sensation of his strong hand on your neck, combined with the powerful thrusts inside you, was intoxicating.

He leaned in close, his eyes locking onto yours with a dark, possessive intensity. "I'm gonna cum in you sweet girl" he growled, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine. The weight of his words hung in the air, adding a dangerous edge to the moment. "And you can never spill it, okay? Or I won't fuck you ever again." There was an undeniable authority in his voice, a challenge that made your heart race even faster.

The combination of his hand around your throat and the raw dominance in his voice sent you spiraling into another wave of pleasure. You nodded, breathless, barely able to form words. "Okay," you managed to gasp, your voice strained with the pressure on your neck and the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

"Good girl," he murmured, a satisfied smirk on his lips. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to leave you breathless. You felt him pulse inside you, his release hot and thick, filling you completely. The sensation pushed you over the edge once more, your body arching towards him as you came again, the intensity almost too much to bear.

Hugh groaned, the sound deep and primal, as he found his release. His hand around your throat loosened, his fingers caressing your skin in a tender contrast to the roughness of his thrusts. The mixture of gentle and rough was intoxicating, leaving you utterly spent and completely satisfied.

"No young man has ever made me feel this way," you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with awe. The admission felt both liberating and surprising, as if you'd just discovered a new facet of yourself.

Hugh's smile widened, his eyes darkening with a mix of pride and desire. "That's because no young man knows how to treat a woman like you," he murmured, his fingers gently stroking your cheek. "You've got so much passion inside you, and I'm just the man to bring it out."

You looked up at him, a playful smile curling your lips. "So, have I changed your mind? Are you not into older women anymore?" you teased, your voice light and flirtatious. Hugh paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. The question seemed to catch him off guard, but his response was swift and sincere.

"Babygirl," he began, a slow smile spreading across his face, "I can only think about your pussy right now." His blunt honesty made your heart flutter, a delicious thrill coursing through you at his words. It was as if nothing else existed for him in that moment but you, and the intensity of his focus made you feel desired in a way you hadn't experienced before.

Still, amidst the raw passion, there was a tenderness in his gaze that reassured you. He reached out, gently cupping your face in his large hands. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with genuine concern. It was a simple question, but it spoke volumes about the kind of man he was, capable of both dominance and deep care. You nodded, feeling a warm glow spread through your chest.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet, loving kiss. It was a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic passion from moments before, and it left you breathless in an entirely different way. The kiss was tender, lingering, as if he was savouring the moment. When he pulled back, his eyes were warm, a soft smile on his lips.

With gentle hands, Hugh reached down to pull your panties back on, his touch careful and deliberate. He made sure nothing spilled out, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin, sending a shiver through you. As he adjusted the fabric, he leaned down and pressed a light, teasing kiss over your clit through the thin material. The unexpected gesture made you gasp, your body jolting with a mix of surprise and lingering desire.

Your legs felt weak, trembling slightly from the intensity of everything that had just transpired. Hugh chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made your stomach flip. "Next time, we'll just do it in bed," he said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with amusement. You couldn't help but laugh, the tension breaking into a shared moment of light-heartedness. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the playful banter, felt like a perfect culmination of the intense connection you shared.

Together, you went back inside while Hugh was holding you bridal style. The cool air giving way to the warmth of the house. The bathroom was steamy as Hugh turned on the shower, the sound of running water filling the space. Without missing a beat, he scooped you back up into his strong arms, cradling you against his chest. His strength was evident as he carried you with ease, his touch reassuring and protective. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath your fingertips.

As the warm water cascaded over you both, it felt like a cleansing, a washing away of everything but the present moment. Hugh held you close, his hands roaming your wet skin with a mix of possessiveness and reverence. The water created a curtain around you, isolating you in a cocoon of heat and steam.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed you against the shower wall, the cool tiles a sharp contrast to the warmth of his body. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, the water pouring over you both adding to the intensity. It was a hot make out session, his tongue exploring your mouth with a passionate fervour that left you breathless. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as the kiss deepened, turning into something more primal and urgent.

The way he kissed you, hungry, demanding, yet tender—was intoxicating. You felt enveloped by him, his presence overpowering in the best possible way. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise of more to come, a hint at the depths of his desire for you. The water flowed over you, mingling with your sweat, as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment.

As you finally pulled away, gasping for breath, you rested your forehead against his, both of you panting from the intensity of the kiss. Hugh's eyes were dark with desire, a satisfied smirk on his lips. You knew that this was just the beginning, that the connection you shared was far from over. The shower may have been meant to cleanse, but instead, it became another chapter in your shared passion, a testament to the chemistry that crackled between you like an unquenchable fire.

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nanivinsmoke · 25 days

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✩ Watch.

✩ dbf!toji x fem!reader

being caught masturbating by your dad’s best friend was a life altering experience, but when he finds out what you were thinking about….he wants to do more than watch.

✩ tags: solo masturbating, age gap (toji just turned 40), voyerism, mentions of porn, dom toji, sub reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, reader is in her mid 20s, squirting, creampies and so much more.

note: on my wolverine/hugh jackman era, but I still love my husband toji. also the reader lives with her dad while he place is under construction.

you swallowed thickly, heart beating out of your chest as you watched the man take small strides to the foot of your bed; to get a good look out you.

you were caught, there was no other way around it.

your eyes dropped from his honey colored ones, trailing down and stopping at his muscular torso, where you could see how glazed they looked due to him sweating—illuminated by the one lamp you had turned on.

he and your dad were busy chopping fire wood in the backyard, laughing and drinking beers as they shared their old stories with one another. but, when toji had to use the bathroom, your dad asked for him to check on you, you hadn’t come out of your room since you got home from work and he wanted to make sure you were okay. that’s how he ended up in your room and from what he saw, you were more than okay.

“what were you watching there, doll? hm?” he nodded towards your closed laptop and you fidgeted in your spot, adding to your embarrassment. “porn…” a smirk formed on his scarred lips and he lightly tapped the bottom of your bed frame.

an idea popped into his head and you could see the gears moving, before he looked around your room and found a chair—pulling it to your bed before sitting down on it. your cheeks were hot and your mind was running rampant, surely he wasn’t…

“did ya get to cum?” he asked and you shook your head. before he came in your were close, so very close, but that stopped when he caught you.

“well then, don’t let me stop you. go ahead” he looked at you then down at the pink vibrator that was right beside you. you pressed your thighs together, that familiar throbbing sensation appearing down below.

you looked at him and could tell her wasn’t going to move and that he was serious, your heart was pounding in your chest. your dad’s best friend, the man you fantasized about ever since you came back, was going to watch you masturbate. you bit your lip and opened up your laptop, resuming the video on the porn site—before grabbing your vibrator and pressing it to your clit, turning it on.

you bit your lip, suppressing the moans that desperately wanted to leave your mouth—keeping focus on the lewd video that was playing and not on the hunk sitting in your chair.

“you were louder than that doll, i heard you. show me how loud you can get.” His voice was deep and sultry, making you let a whimper; one that he heard. the smirk on his face got wider and winked at you, making your cunt gush.

you kept your eyes on the screen, your arousal growing by the minute—his emerald eyes watching your every move. watching how your face was scrunched up and your mouth was agape; while the fat pink vibration stayed on your puffy clit; splashing with your wetness.

the more you watched and left the toy on your clit, the more aroused you became and those sweet noises that left you mouth were the perfect melody to the older man. you squeezed your eyes shut, no longer needing the porn to fuel you as your imagination ran wild.

you were thinking about him, his tongue replacing the toy on your clit while his thick fingers pumped in and out of your sopping cunt, working multiple orgasms out of you back to back—then positioning himself right at your entrance, fucking you senselessly into the mattress.

toji leaned forward, watching as you lifted up your shirt—pinching your perky nipples, while moving the vibrator around on your clit. the sounds of your wetness pooling and echoing through the room due to the toy had him palming his cock through his jeans—desperately wanting to be free.

you could feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm, you pinched your nipples hard and turned the vibrator up a notch; yet it was unable to overpower your sweet moans. whatever your dad was doing, you hoped he stayed occupied with that—keeping him from coming upstairs.

toji watched as slick pooled out of you, your hands clinching the grey sheets underneath you, as your orgasm came crashing down on you. a series of moans left your lips, while you kept the toy on your clit—legs trying stay open while you came. once you finally had enough, you turned the toy off and tossed it aside; opening your eyes up and catching your breath—his eyes locked on yours.

“such a good girl. g’na tell me what your were thinking about over there? saw you muttering something~” he rose an eyebrow and your bottom lip went right between your teeth, again.

“you. i was thinking about you…” his eyes darkened and you could see him grip his crotch, your cunt clenching at nothing. toji got up from his seat and walked to the side of your bed, before sitting on the side of it. you gulped and watched as he ogled at your half naked body; your cunt throbbing the more he stared at you.

and then, he leaned over you, pressing those scarred lips against yours—making you melt into your mattress. his big hands immediately went to your cunt, thick fingers coated in your wetness; while your thighs parted further—giving him more access to her.

“so wet…this what you were thinking about, hm? me playing with this pretty pussy?” he spanked your clit, making you yelp out; which was followed by a moan. you nodded and he let out a chuckle, sticking two thick digits in your hole; your slick drenching his fingers.

he repositioned himself between your legs, now eye level with your cunt, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before diving head first; immediately lapping up your juices. your small hand went immediately for his raven locks, gripping them as he ate you out. eyes crossed while your lips parted, mewls spilling out as he worked wonders on your sensitive cunt.

“f-fuck! toji—g’na cum,” he said nothing, the only sound you could be heard was the lewd sounds of him sucking and slurping on your pussy and juices. he hummed and pushed his two fingers back into your needy hole, speeding up your orgasm. your grip on hair got tight and you rolled your hips against his tongue, riding out your second orgasm on his face.

toji stayed between your legs for a little longer, slurping up what you could push out before he lifted his head, licking your juices off his lips. you sat up and watched as he got off your bed, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, leaving him in black briefs—which followed his jeans; revealing his heavy cock.

you swallowed, keeping your eyes on his fat leaking cock, wondering what the hell were you getting yourself into. he got on the bed with you, sitting behind you, pulling you into his lap—cock pressed right on your cunt; making u moan softly.

“you can take it. i got you mamas,” he reassured you, lifting you up slightly and angling himself at your entrance; before pushing himself in.

The both of you let out a noise, a gasp from you and a groan from him. he stretched your walls past its normal limit and as you looked down—you saw that he wasn’t all the way in, and you whimpered.

“don’t get scared now, been thinking about this pussy since I came by; just like I know you you’ve been thinking about me—can see it in your eyes…” you let out a scream, his dick was now fully inside of you; kissing your cervix.

he pulled your head back and locked eyes with you, smirk painted on his chiseled face, “any louder and your father’s g’na come up and here and catch me balls deep in his daughter’s sweet pussy.” his lips connected with yours, suppressing the moans that wanted to leave your mouth, while he gripped your hips and slowly started to move you up and down on his length.

the more you took him, the more you you craved to have him dump his load inside of you; you desperately needed that. the pain that came with him stretching you out with his fat cock had washed away and was replaced with sheer pleasure—making your cunt gush with each bounce.

your eyes fluttered over to the mirror in front of you, taking in your reflection and watching as his cock piston’d in and out of your soppy wet cunt; a squelching noise accompanying your sweet moans that filled the air. his eyes followed yours and he growled, looking at how much of your slick had coated his cock—a nice white sheen painting it.

the more he helped you bounce on his dick, the more he fell in love. he loved how fucked out you looked in the mirror, how your eyes rolled back when his tip brushed against a certain part, how you started to babble his name—begging for more of his cock. he was getting addicted to you, just like you were with him.

toji could feel you clench down on him, tightening your walls—letting him know how close you were.

“go ahead pretty girl. look in the mirror and watch how you cum for me~” you let out a whine, eyes rolling back, hands falling to your side—cumming all over his cock. toji grunted, watching you through the mirror, trying so hard to not burst inside of you—not yet at least.

as you were riding out your high, you were caught by surprise when toji changed positions on you—putting you face first into the mattress, repositioning himself inside of you. “wait! wait, im still—fuckkk!” he plunged himself deep inside of you before proceeding to drill you into your soft bed.

your ass wobbled and clapped against the older man’s pelvis, his girth splitting your cunt open with each powerful stroke. the more he pounded the more your second orgasm built up, and so was his. his balls were full and ready to explode inside of you—ready to paint your walls a pretty shade of white.

“please….please cum inside me! please daddy, fill me up—fuck!” you cursed, begging him to release inside you—desperately wanting to be filled up by him, so you could be his personal cum dump. he let out a chuckle, he had you mind fucked in just a matter of minutes and he knew that your body would only crave him after today.

toji grunted, gripping your hips, slamming himself deep inside—cocking twitching the more your walls spasmed around him. and with a few more strokes, he couldn’t help but to unleash his load inside of you—spurting out milky white ropes; filling you to the brim. he kept fucking you while his cum continued to pool inside of you, causing a more intense orgasm to course through you.

specks of white blurred your vision, gripping your sheets below you as you let go—squirting all over his dick, shocking you both. he quickly pulled out, his seed dripping out before he plugged his fingers into your hole—fingering your cunt rapidly; pushing out more of the clear fluid from your body.

all you could do was lie there and take it, your body being drained of its fluids, before he removed his thick digits—making you whine in response.

“don’t worry doll, imma get your dad to leave the house—so i can turn that cunt every which way but loose~” he sent a smack to your plump ass before putting his jeans back on, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. as the raven haired male descended down the stairs, he was met by your dad who was just about to come up.

“oh, i was just about to come up and see if you were alright.”

“those tacos i had earlier fucked my stomach up. your daughter’s fine, but she wanted you to pick up a couple things from the store. she needs lots of water….”

#toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #dbf!toji #dilf toji x y/n #dilf toji #dbf!toji x reader

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fandomxo00 · 13 days

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Logan Howlett/Hugh Jackman - Masterlist

Introduction/Masterpost

Requests for Logan are always open unless stated here or my main masterlist ❤️ Can send in requests if you want to be on my taglist!

coming soon

his playlists

Series:

House Of Gold - discontinued for now!

Logan Howlett!Human!AU

He works as a Architect and he has a daughter from a previous marriage, he's 40.

The Grand Delusion - pause!

After fixing the past, and Logan learning that he wasn't going to die from adamantium poisoning, he decides it's time to step back from the X-Men and focus on himself, and hopefully find love.

Bound To You - pregnancy au! ongoing!

You and Logan have been married for five years and trying for a baby for three. then one special night, the two of you no longer focus on trying so hard and a couple weeks later you found out your pregnant. This is the journey through Y/n's first full-term pregnancy.

King Of My Heart: Part 1 - The Wedding | Part 2 -The Honeymoon

You finally get marry the love of your life, Hugh

Smut:

bed chem

taste

Having sex on Logan's motorcycle with this jacket on

logan putting a cigar out on you as foreplay

fucking your dad's best friend

morning sex

soft giggly sex/trying for a baby

Old man!Logan driving your friend's bachelorette party

hate fucking* request

getting achy while riding logan* request

Some Kind Of Drug**18++weed use!!

Clumsy sex request!!

Hugh is working with a younger actress request!

Hot: (some not 18+/light smut/intimate)

logan is the groundskeeper and you like watching him work Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I can see your guilty as sin Part 2

Having the biggest crush on Logan Part 2 Part 3 request

Lumberjack!Logan morning intimacy request!

Midnight rain

In bloom

imperfect for you

Andante, Andante

Post sex pillowtalk with Logan request

Cowboy like me

Family:

Overhearing Logan talking with your son

When you lived in a little apartment with Logan and Theo

Logan seeing you with your niece and now he wants a baby

Logan taking showing you love when your 9 months pregnant

kids waking you up in the morning

Lumberjack!Logan helping your daughter pick strawberries

Having movie night with Logan and your kids

Hugh is away for press and calling home to you and your son

Hugh's nervous about being a dad again

You hate Logan but you have a child together | Part 2 | Part 3

Fluff/Angst:

bonfire

first look at your wedding

morning after

you starring in a musical and logan being supportive

You are in love Part 2

You think that Logan abandoned you

Little Freak

Driving late at night with Logan request

Coming out as bi request

Hugh's morning in Sydney

Hugh comforting you when you have a migraine request!

Logan tracing your tattoos

Your first autistic burnout with Logan

You find X-24 and the children, bringing them to safety.

Logan sneaking into your room at the X-Mansion

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justkennadi · 2 months

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Nsfw alphabet Wolverine💛💙

Notes: Hellloooooo Everyone… Ok so I did see the wonderful Wolverine and Deadpool movie and now I’m obsessed with this man and this character. Like specifically this Hugh jackman wolverine. I’m gonna admit right now…I never cared about Wolverine until seeing that movie. I never saw any of the other movies either😭 I barely even know what the “X-men” are. My dad is the marvel fan so he kinda just puts me on and is the only reason I care about these hero movies to begin with… Soooo I’m sorry to any long time fans… but anyways because I just cannot stop thinking about this movie and this guy I’m doing my first ever nsfw alphabet thingy! ✨🎉🎊 Yippie!!

I mighttt do a sfw version. But I dunno, I’ve only ever seen this one movie so I might miss important little pieces of his character but I really just wanna do this so yeah😞. Sorry for rambling, I hope everyone enjoysss 👍🏾👍🏾

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Don’t let that grump personality fool you, Logan is honestly really sweet after everything is all over. He has some towels nearby to help clean you off and he’ll even offer you water. He’s experienced so he knows what he’s doing. Sometimes if he feels like he was too rough with you he’ll even try to massage your sore muscles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of he had to pick would be his arms. He spends a lot of time keeping up his fit and strong appearance. Especially his biceps, and they’re honestly your favorite part of him too.

His favorite part of you is your hips. He loves squeezing them even when he’s not in bed. He loves watching them sway as you walk. How they look in skirts and nice dresses… It’s the first thing he noticed about you and they kinda drive him crazy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Logan doesn’t jack off a lot (he’d rather drink tbh) and with the constant missions he’s too busy to really… “relieve himself” so whenever he did get with someone he’d cum alot.

He did a lot of one night stands before you. Just meaningless sex to get off. But you changed everything. Cumming was so much better with someone he actually cared about. He loved it.

He still came quite a bit. It had no real taste or anything either.

He doesn’t care where either but he likes watching you swallow it or just watching it disappear in you in general.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to fuck you somewhere public. Even better if there’s a huge risk of being caught. He never will ask but he really hopes one day you’ll try and initiate it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Given that he’s almost 200, he has…quite a bit. Like said before he did a lot of one night stands between missions so he eventually picked up on a lot. He knows what makes people tick.

So of course when you came along he could tell what you’d like just by how you’d walk. And of course he’s very attentive so any squirming or noise you made he’d pay attention to it all and remember for the future.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything he can see your face in. He doesn’t care. He’s honestly not a big fan of doggy either but if you like it he’ll do it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a bit serious but not super serious. He’ll laugh at a few things but he won’t be telling too many jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He actually keeps himself pretty neat down there. He likes to keep things shaven enough so the people that do go down on him don’t get mouthfuls of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Let’s just say the better he knows you, the more intimate he is. Oh course with his one night stands he didn’t care if people finished or not and that’s just how it was. Kinda cold tbh.

With you he’s pretty intimate especially the closer y’all are. He likes to hold you close to him and sometimes if he’s feeling really sweet and sappy he’ll stare into your eyes more…

He’s not too too sweet but he’s sweet enough for being Logan.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He never really used to jack off. Didn’t feel the appeal. Before he really got into sleeping around he’d just drink. Somehow it helped curve his lust. Then when he started sleeping with a bunch of others he jerked off even less. And when you came into his life..even less. If you two didn’t have sex for a while and he was super desperate and missing you he’d rub a quick one out. Desperate times, desperate measures!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Other than exhibitionism and sometimes just plain dirty talking,……primal play. He’s always been a feral guy so it makes sense. He never considered it before you but you really changed him. He wasn’t into it at first though because he was scared he’d hurt you but once you said it was ok and taught him what a safe word was he tried it and it changed his life. Deep down he really loved being a bit more primal in bed with you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t care or have a favorite place. Most of the time y’all end up in his bed or wherever y’all are sleeping for the night but he doesn’t care where in the end.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Before you, nothing… he didn’t care much as long as the person has a fuckable hole. He preferred women but if it was a guy he wouldn’t mind.

When you came into his life, it was everything. The way you’d talk, move, dress even sometimes. He has a lot of self control though so you weren’t aware of how crazy you drove him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t wanna hurt you. He doesn’t wanna yell hurtful things at you either. You once brought up him using his claws and jut flat out declined. How would he even incorporate them? Just no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Before you, he’d rather receive. That was kinda the whole point of sleeping around the way he would, to get off.

After he met you he became obsessed with getting you off. And he was really good at it too of course with all his experience. He loved fingering and using his tongue at the same time but if you had a preference he’d obey immediately. He just loved getting you off.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Logan was normally just lazy and sensual. He didn’t care about being a top or bottom but he’d normally default to bottom. He was never too crazy with his one night stands. He’d only be fast and rough if he was mad enough which was rare. He didn’t like hurting people during sex.

When you came along he kinda stayed the same but if you’d ask him to be a certain way he would. He didn’t like being rough with you either too much honestly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them. Of course with you he’d rather spend more time making love to you but if time didn’t allow it he’d totally be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d experiment with the primal play thing but other than that ehhh… once Deadpool suggested a threesome, and though Logan considered it for a second he said no. Maybe if he was drunk enough…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Being the way he is, he can go all night. This man had a lot of stamina it was actually kinda insane. Of course he’d be more tired after a mission but at minimum he could go for maybe 5, 6 rounds if that was the case?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t really care for toys honestly. He didn’t hate them he’d just rather not. He always was like that too even before you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sometimes if he was a bit drunk he’ll tease but he doesn’t really do it much. It’s rare..

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Logan’s never been too loud. He definitely grunts and groans and when he gets with you he moans a bit too. But other than that he’s quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There’s different things saying different things about his sexuality but I saw something about him behind bi and I agree

Did he or did he not fuck Deadpool in that Honda odyssey😭

I just don’t think he cared who he ended up sleeping with as long as he got off

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s girthy. I firmly belief it idc. I forgot the average length but I think he’d be like 6 and a halfish. Oh and he knows how to use it too of course

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like said he never cared to jack off but sometimes he did get a bit needy from time to time so that’s what lead to the in between mission fucks. With you he’d be good if y’all did it at least a few times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With the random people he’d sleep with, immediately. He didn’t care as long as he got off, came and the other person was done.

With you though he couldn’t until he knew you were good. Sometimes he would lay still for a bit to catch his breath but after a bit he would do his usual aftercare with you and sometimes he would wait until you feel asleep first.

#wolverine #wolverine smut #wolverine x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x you #logan howlett smut #x men smut #marvel #justkennadi

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Masterlist ☽｡⋆

Mars speaks… Here you can find everything you need to know, from a bit about me to all of my works! My requests are currently opened! I ask that you do not request anything to do with rape, incest, abuse, etc. (basically anything super dark) between the reader and love interest(s). No one is allowed to use my works in any way without my permission, if you would like to write something based on one of my works please ask first!

About me:

mars

she/her

nineteen

canadian

virgo

adhd (fanfic writing is my current hyper fixation)

loves f1, soccer, skiing and snowboarding, lana del rey

Fandoms I write for:

Criminal Minds (pref. aaron hotchner, spencer reid)

Marvel (pref. wolverine)

Formula One (pref. kimi raikkonen, max verstappen)

The Vampire Diaries Universe (pref. elijah mikaelson)

Note that I am willing to write for almost anyone from these fandoms, those people are just my preferences!

What I write:

one-shots

mini-series’

smau’s

if requested, i would be willing to write other forms of works such as head canons!

Masterlist (a-z)

Aaron Hotchner

Unveiled Secrets - Fluff The BAU team has a sneaking suspicion that their stoic leader, Aaron Hotchner, is in a relationship, but they don't know the extent of it.

Disobeyed Orders - Angst, Fluff Being married to your boss has its complications, especially when you have a habit of ignoring orders. Requested.

Elijah Mikaelson

In the Arms of Eternity - Angst After holding your dying body in his arms, Elijah realises what he has to do to protect you, even if it means breaking your heart in the process. Requested.

Hugh Jackman

Beekeeping Age - Fluff Who knew having a crush on your best friends dad would turn out so good? Requested.

Logan Howlett

A Different Kind of Training - Smut When sparring with Logan turns into something more.

Winter’s Constant - Hurt/Comfort, Fluff You have always dreaded winter, every year it’s a challenge just to make it through the day. Except this year, things are a bit different with Logan by your side. Requested.

Patience Wears Thin - Smut Logan’s flirty behaviour has you thinking he’s just being sarcastic. But when his attitude changes and his grumpiness intensifies, leading to him avoiding you, you confront him, only for him to finally snap. Requested.

The Time We Have - Angst, Fluff Logan struggles with the fear of dying and leaving Laura alone, but meeting you helps him find peace. Set in an AU where Logan does not die at the end of Logan (2017).

Beautiful Tragedy - Angst Set in late 1800s London high society, Logan Howlett falls for a woman who is off limits, resulting in what can only be described as a beautiful tragedy. Part 2.

Out of Control - Hurt/Comfort Logan helps you learn to control your powers. Requested.

Drabbles

Giving old man!Logan head - smut Requested.

Headcanons

Birthdays - Fluff

Mini-Series

Scars of Time For decades, Logan and you have been each other’s sanctuary in a world that never offers peace. From a fateful encounter in a dive bar to a life together at the X-Mansion, your bond has weathered countless trials. But as Logan’s once-impenetrable healing powers begin to fail and your own abilities start to drain you, the stakes grow perilously high. With your love on the line and survival in question, can you both endure the ultimate test of sacrifice and devotion? Or will the scars of time finally come to bite you in the ass? Requested. Ongoing.

Max Verstappen

Baby Fever - Fluff Max gets a case of baby fever after seeing you with his nephew. Requested.

Spencer Reid

Parties - Smut Spencer, Reader's boyfriend, gets jealous of the Readers family friend at a party.

#masterlist #about myself #logan howlett x reader #kimi raikkonen x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #max verstappen x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #marvel #formula 1 #tvd #reidsworld

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captain039 · 1 month

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PART 2 Tender hearted souls

Hugh Jackman x reader

Warnings: Age gap, slow burn, feelings, hurt/comfort, two fools in love, angst, light swearing, mental health issues, daddy issues, daddy!dom/little girl, plus size reader

Previous part <-

You’re up late, staring at yourself in the mirror unhealthily. You’ve got granny panties and a plain black bra that just supports and nothing else. You like your flesh, squeeze it, curse it, love it then hate it some more. Maybe you were taking your frustration out on yourself. You feel conflicted, you won’t check your phone or social media’s knowing there will be an up roar. You’re glad you decided to create fake accounts for everything after knowing Hugh so long and being seen out with him more than ten times. You lay back on the bed and sigh legs hurting from the heels. A foot massage or full leg massage sounds so good right about now. A knock comes at your door and you’re upright within two seconds getting your dressing gown and tying it around your waist. You open the door seeing Hugh and smile.

“Heading to bed?” You ask as you let him in. He always made sure you were the one to invite him in your room, he never came in unless he asked.

“In a minute, wanted to check on you” he says a crease between his brow as you hug your dressing gown closer.

“I’m fine, promise” you say still pretending, you should’ve put some proper clothes on.

“I meant what I said up there, I know it was a bit overkill saying it to the world, but” his arm lifts up and rubs the back of his neck, something he did when he was nervous or embarrassed.

“You’ve been my rock lately, my anchor, I wouldn’t have made it here, wouldn’t have made it through the movie without you” you feel like your heart breaks. You go over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, resisting the urge to cry as he wraps his arms around your mid and nuzzles his head into your neck. You want to remove yourself from all this so it doesn’t hurt as much, but his arms, his warmth keep you there, always have.

“Well good thing I’m not going anywhere” you joke softly pulling back. You force a smile as he stares at you. Your breath gets caught at the intensity, the way he always looks at his love interests in movies, that longing look. You brush it off when his phone rings and he curses apologising before leaving.

You stare at the empty space a sigh leaving your lips before you close your door again softly and lie down in your robe, grabbing your phone. You check the news, social media, the hot gossip. Different questions a million answers on who you were, how special you were, why were you special, how Hugh knew you, why you weren’t mentioned before. It’s an endless doom scroll and you switch your phone off and almost throw it at the wall. Your phone buzzes though and you see your mums name pop up. She asks how the premier went, even though she probably read or saw the news somewhere. You tell her it went good, trying to avoid what happened. You say goodnight to her and listen to Hugh’s distant voice on the phone before closing your eyes.

You awake with a small groan, having had a horrible sleep of tossing and turning, not comfortable enough, feeling a little nausea. You want to sleep in more but your bladder demands release so you get up. You use the toilet before washing your hands and grabbing a shirt in the cupboard. You throw it on and find some pants to throw on too before heading into the kitchen. You know Hugh’s either on his run or in the home gym doing stupid gym things. They’re not stupid, you just don’t like doing them and watching Hugh just makes you more tired and a little horny than anything. You grab some cereal and milk before pouring each one into a bowl and sitting on the couch, legs crossed and half asleep. You miss your mouth the first time you try to eat and fake sob a little dramatically before getting it right. You check your phone, check the games you play on there before messaging your mum and dad good morning.

“Morning sunshine” Hugh’s voice rings out and you grumble in response to it. He chuckles a little sitting down in one of the single seats. He’s got his gym clothes on, baggy grey sweats and a grey singlet, a towel around his neck, some gross looking green smoothie in his hand. You gag at it as he takes a sip seeing him grin in response.

“It’ll wake you up, and it tastes good” he says and you raise an eyebrow.

“And I’d rather die” you state, your filter gone when you first wake up. You get a message from Blake asking how you are and you text her back saying you’re fine but a little tired. You’re supposed to go over there house for dinner tonight, a little celebration dinner for yesterday.

“Blake’s dinner is at six yeah?” You ask forgetting already.

“Yeah at six” Hugh confirms and you nod.

“Do I need a makeup artist for it?” You tease lightly.

“No, you do your makeup just fine” he says and you roll your eyes lightly his mind still in training mode.

“Yeah, yeah old man” you mumble.

“Who you calling old?” He’s got a cheeky look on his eye as he looks to you.

“Oh I don’t dunno, first name Hugh last name old man” you grin seeing his fake serious actor face.

“Oh really?” He says standing up and you can’t help but grin wider.

“I dunno Bub, I reckon I’ve got more game than you” he’s got his wolverine voice on as he comes closer. Your heart rate rises as he stalks to you while your grin falters.

“Nuh uh old man” you say as he’s suddenly on you tickling your sides. You’re glad you put the bowl down before you insulted him. You squeal and laugh trying to fight him off as you end up sideways on the couch him torturing you with his finger tips at your sides.

“Stop!” You say breathlessly as he continues relentlessly.

“Hugh! Ok! You’re not an old man” you whine and laugh out again.

“Begging for forgiveness already?” He’s grinning keeping his torture up as you squirm every which way.

“Stop! Stop! I swear, I’m sorry” you giggle in a fit as he finally stops. You let out quick breaths and laugh as he leans over you panting lightly also. You let out a small giggle wanting to tease some more but his smile falters a little eyes looking over your face.

“What?” You ask touching your fingers to your face.

“Breakfast?” You ask wondering why he’s staring at you. He’s closer now, you didn’t notice it but he’s inches away.

“Hugh?” You mutter cheeks hotter than before as he blinks.

“Sorry” he says getting up quickly and walks away down the hall to his room leaving you confused. You frown wondering if you did something, he always took your insults and teasing well and threw them back. You rest a hand on your chest catching your breath and trying to ignore how fast your hearts pounding.

Next part ->

#Hugh Jackman #hugh jackman x reader #x reader #hugh Jackman x you #daddy #ryan reynolds #blake lively

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ijustwanttobegolden · 1 month

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You can be the boss, daddy.

Part Two

An expected phone call from Hugh and flirty friends. A new chapter begins.

Warnings: none.

Read part one Here

"Hugh Jackman!... You mean like the Hugh Jackman!!!"

You nod slowly looking at your best friend from across the table as if she was crazy, feeling slightly worried.

"You are telling me that you are going to be working for him, living with him and looking after his children? Hey sign me up to this nannying job! You've just bagged a hot rich single actor! Waaaaayyyy better then just some boring rich family where the dad is unavailable"

You rolled your eyes but amused none the less.

"This isn't a hook up agency!"

"I'm sorry but there's no way I'd be going into that job without getting some from the.."

" (YBFN!!!) Stop that is disgusting! That would be so unprofessional and never gonna happen!"

"Well, you know the girl I used to work with?"

To that you replied with a clueless expression and another shake of your head.

She leaned in closer over the coffee table for two as if she were about to exchange some serious confidential information.

"Well she got into the nannying business and managed to bag a single rich dad too and she ended up marrying him sooooo.. what does that tell you!" She winked with a mischievous giggle then her face fell serious. "Honestly.. and now she's living her best life"

"So Hugh is an actor.. and how do you know this?" You question, trying to calm the racing anxiety that has suddenly bubbled over during your coffee date catch up with your bestie.

Her eyes widen at you and she almost chokes on her caramel iced latte.

"Are you serious? He's only in like every popular movie ever! And in my favourite movie ever!"

You stare clueless. She rolls her eyes.

"The greatest showman! You know that's my favourite film!"

You whine and shrug your shoulders at her with puppy dog eyes.

"You know I'm not one for movies and celebrities"

"Oh stop being a pick me girl" she teased, flicking her straw at you.

When the Coffee date catch up reaches its end you say your goodbyes before rushing home to check some emails. No phone call. No luck. No new emails too Which was unusual. Maybe it wasn't just Hugh that gave up on you but the whole agency.

A girl's night was something you haven't craved for a while but when things weren't going your way the urge would suddenly creep up.

Suddenly as if possessed, your fingers automatically reach for your phone and danced over the screen to tap onto the girl gang group chat when suddenly...

'unknown number'

"Hello?" You answered in a high-pitched tone. Anxiety spiked at who it may be.

"Hey is this the lovely 'y/n'?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, excitement rushing rough your veins. That deep Australian accent. You smiled.

"Is this Hugh?"

"How did you guess? Not like I have an obvious accent or anything" he chuckled.

You nervously started fiddling with a near by pen, your pink note book in eye sight in case you needed it.

"So I managed to get your number through the agency to arrange a day that we could meet, did you look through my paper work?"

"I did this early afternoon.. though I wasn't sure if it was worth looking because I hadn't had any confirmation with my agency.. or you.." you hesitated.

It went quiet for a moment and you could of swore he swore in absolute defeat and frustration.

"I am so so sorry y/n. You are referring back to the sudden end to the zoom call last night"

You nodded but didn't speak, a wash of relief uplifting you into a much more relaxed mood.

"So how do you feel about the job? Would you like to take things further?"

"Of course! I've checked your paperwork.. a single father with full custody of his two children lily and Alex ages five and seven. You have a demanding sqedual working as an actor and need to travel a lot for work so you are looking for full time childcare. Your home is based in the hills of LA where I will have my own private room and use of facilities. My routine involves taking the children to school, encourage activities, cook for them, bath them, bed them, teach them and all the fun stuff. I may be co-parentinng with you at times or I may be alone with them while you are away but that's what DBS checks are for right" you breathed out with a smile.

"Yes certainly!" Hugh chuckled. "Do you think you are willing to commit to all of that?"

He was nervous, his heart tight in his chest. You being so young he wasn't sure if a long term full commitment nannying job would be something you were looking for but little did he know it was exactly what you were looking for. It was perfect.

"100 percent Hugh! I am willing to take on the job role if you like me of course and that the children will be happy and settled with me.. I guess we will have to see how the trial slash transitioning week goes"

"Amazing! I will arrange some dates with you as soon as possible.. Me and my crazy cubs will look forward to meeting you!"

And with that your heart raced. A new exciting chapter in your life was just about to start...

It wasn't long before you agreed a date and now the days began leading up quickly to your trial/transition week in the hills of LA with your potential new family. The anxiety yet excitment was unreal and you had to celebrate/prepare with your girls the evening before the big start date because who knows when you would be seeing them again. If things went well you wouldn't be seeing them for a long time, so this pamper night celebration sleepover.. a farewell party if you will.

You sat crossed leg in silk pajamas, a glass of rose wine in one hand and pizza in the other. Your girls all sat around in similar silk nightwear, stuffing pizza, texting, drinking, glancing now and then at the marvel movie that was playing in the background. Your living room had always been cozy, especially with the girls around but you couldn't wait to have constant company in a living room that was probably 10 times the size of this one.

"Let's see him, Google him, no wait does he have insta? Let's look on his Instagram" one of the girls chimed to your other friend, leaning in to her as they snuggled up on the sofa with snacks and a top up of wine. They peered over at you from the opposite side of the room with playfulness in their eyes, rosy cheeks and sneaky smiles.

You rolled your eyes at them knowing exactly who they were stalking.

"Look at him!"

"So sexy"

"Sooooo bloody handsome!"

You gave them a death glare swinging your wine.

"Honestly girls stop!"

You couldn't hold your serious face much longer and your lips rolled up into a smile.. a giggle escaping your lips (blame the wine).

"You can't tell me you don't find him attractive" one of them pointed out, holding up her phone.

The opposite sofa was too far away, her reached out arm to flash her phone didnt make the screen any more clearer and plus you were tipsy at this point.

"I can't see" you whined, squinting and leaning forward still crossed leg on the sofa opposite.

Your friend tutted and whipped her phone away.

"Omg how have you not seen him before!" Another friend spoke up.

"She Has!" Another one shouted drastically.

Everyone turned their heads with raised eyebrows. intrigued.. and so were you. A long pause occurred so she could elaborate.

"Infact you were obsessed with him. He plays wolverine in the X-Men films, you used to love him! We watched the films growing up.. remember the sleepovers we had"

You suddenly coughed and choked on the last of sip of wine. She suddenly unlocked a core memory for you and wow what an unexpected one.. your little crush on wolverine.. never really got into the X-Men films (again not a big movie person) but you remember watching bits of X-Men at almost every sleepover with y/f/n and being in love with Logan your fictional boyfriend"

"No way"

Your heart almost stopped.

"That's crazy!" You nervously laughed "yeah I remember.

"Wow that is some Wattpad fiction right there" she replied back with a giggle.

"Girls a toast!" Another chimed in suddenly while she held her wine glass proudly in the air until the other girls followed suit.

"To y/n! To y/n and her new wolverine daddy adventure! I mean her new nannying adventure! With daddy Jackman.. I mean HUGH Jackman.. you know what I mean. Good luck and all the best angel! We love you!!!"

A very tipsy and giggly toast and a silly one at that but it brought specs of tears to your eyes. This is really farewell (if things go well that it is) confidence is key and you were feeling pretty damn confident about this.

"Fairwell my girls! I love you more!!!"

"Not as much as you love wolverine"

"oh Shush! Don't ruin the moment"

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Push Me Over - Chapter 8: Arms Length

Before Hugh went to set, he went back to his trailer to let off some steam. How had one minute he’d been the happiest he’d been in years to being just as heartbroken when he and his ex had decided to divorce. He knew it would be hard and he’d need to do some things, but by god, he was going to get Dani back.

Luckily, they didn’t need Dani for many of the scenes today. She stood of to the side, watching as they filmed the scenes where Deadpool and Wolverine go to the TVA. Every movement, every line Hugh said, she felt like her heart was racing and breaking simultaneously.

Once there was a break in a scene, Dani asked her uncle if he needed her for the rest of the day. He looked at the film sheet and saw that she was good. “No kiddo, you’re good to go home if you want.” He saw she didn’t look so good. “You ok?”

“Fine, just tired,” she lied. She hugged him and walked off set, not knowing Hugh watched her leave, wanting to chase after her.

She got back to her flat and took a long hot shower. The song on her phone changing to Arm’s Length by Kacey Musgraves. The lyrics flowed through her speakers as she sank down in her shower, pulling her knees to her chest, letting the tears she had held in all day fall freely. She knew she had fallen in love with Hugh, but it was complicated. He had literally just gotten divorced. Maybe it was a rebound thing, never meant to last. Did Dani want it to last? She honestly did. She wiped the tears away and got out of the shower and called the one person who was the voice of reason in her life, her mom.

“Oh hi Dani!” her mom’s voice on the other end of the phone, a welcome bright spot in her day.

“Hi mom,” she replied.

“How are you? How is filming going? I know you said a few days ago you hadn’t had many scenes yet.”

“I’m fine,” Dani lied. “I actually got to film my first few stand alone scenes and got to kiss Hugh Jackman.”

“Oh boy, that’s huge,” her mom replied. “He’s been really good friends with your Uncle and Ryan for years. How was that?”

“Um, it was fine.” As she figured, her mom clocked the tone in her voice and called her out.

“Danielle Olivia, do you have a thing for your co-star?”

“Do I have to answer your question?” Dani said through gritted teeth.

“Yes you do,” her mom demanded.

“Then yes mom, I do. Are you happy?”

“Is that what's bothering you? Isn’t Hugh married?”

“Yes and well, no,” Dani started. “Mom, I met him the night of our cast dinner and then we had a moment during a night out with the cast and crew at karaoke. It’s not like I wanted to fall for him. Also, to answer your question, one of the first days on set together, he told me he and his wife had recently gotten divorced, but it wasn’t public knowledge yet.”

She heard her mom on the other end of the phone telling her stepdad he could talk to her in a second.

“Dani, is that the only interaction you two have had?” Dani stayed silent, giving her mom the answer she was expecting. “So, you two slept together?”

“Yes mom, a few times if need to know. I know he’s old enough to be my dad, but there’s something about him.”

“Ok, well if he’s divorced and it seems you both feel the same, what’s the problem?” her mom questioned.

“Oh mom, it’s complicated,” Dani started.

“Dani, I’ve been through the whole complicated thing and more, what’s the deal? Are you questioning things because of the age difference and the fact he’s been married before?”

“Well, that and the fact that he’s friends with Uncle Shawn and Ryan. I feel like we have had fun, but maybe I was the rebound after the divorce. I mean I can have fun and be friends, but I for some reason want more with him.”

“Danielle, you know what you just said right?” her mom asked.

“No mom, that’s why I called you,” she replied.

“You love him and from the sound of it, he might love you too, but I’m proud of you for being an adult in this situation.”

“Thanks Mom,” tears began to stream down her face.

“Also, just so you know your Frank and I are proud of you. I know how hard it was to put your dreams on hold, but you’ve done a phenomenal job. Your dad would have been proud of you too.”

If she hadn’t already begun to cry before, the comment on her dad sent her over the edge. “Thanks Mom, that means a lot.”

“Alright sweetheart. Hang in there and call me if you need anything.”

“Will do. Love you Mom.”

“Love you too Dani.”

Dani set the phone down as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She always knew her mom could see through her bullshit even when she couldn’t. Even if she did love Hugh, she needed to give him the space he needed to heal and maybe if it was meant to be, they’d get together again.

Hugh had gotten back to his flat that night as well, tired and frankly heartbroken. He wanted to talk to Dani, but she had made it very clear that she needed space, or for him to heal. What she didn’t realize as new as the divorce may be, she was the healing he had needed. He wasn’t sure what her thoughts were, but he decided to do something old school and write her a letter.

Dani,

I’m not sure what is going on with us right now, but I’m honoring your request of giving you the space you said you needed. With the instant connection we had not only at the dinner, but at the karaoke bar, I feel like we may be missing out on something special. I can honestly say that I haven’t been this happy in a very long time. You were the brightness who brought me out of the darkness I had slowly fallen into. You may not believe me, but it's the truth. Please know I care deeply for you and you’ve made me so happy.

Love,

Hugh

The next morning he got to set early and put the piece of paper in her trailer door. As he walked to his trailer, he sent his ex a text. Hugh: Hey Deb. We need to talk. Are you available later? Need to discuss what we want to say to the press about our divorce.

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