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HUGH JACKMAN as Wolverine Deadpool & Wolverine (4K)

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Smiling DoFP Logan to lighten up your day

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and if i say i want to trace every vein with my tongue WHAT THEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HIS NEW SELFIE IM LITERALLY GOING TO COMBUST??????? ONE CHANCE PLEASE ITS ALL IM ASKING DINNER WILL BE COOKED BREAKFAST WILL BE SERVED THE HOUSE WILL BE CLEANED YOUR CLOTHES WILL BE IRONED PLSSSS OH MYGODDD

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i need tumblr friends😔🤚

tumblr friendships are great because you get to bond purely over what curses youre both afflicted with

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OH. MY. GOOD. GOD!

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This era of Hugh Jackman posting pictures of him in his Wolverine suit better never stop.

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light…

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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

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so i saw deadpool 3 again and let me tell you seeing hugh jackman shirtless for the fifth time was worth it.

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Thinking about Hugh Jackman x reader and thigh riding for the first time omg

Discovering

soft evening light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the living room. hugh sat comfortably on the couch, his arms stretched out along the backrest, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. you had just settled into his lap, your legs draped over his.

“come on, you’ve been teasing me all day,” hugh chuckled, his voice low and rough. he shifted slightly, his gaze flickering down to where your thighs were lightly pressed against his.

“what can i say? i love watching you squirm,” you replied with a mischievous grin, adjusting yourself, unknowingly pressing your thighs against his even more. the subtle pressure, combined with the teasing glint in your eyes, sent a shiver down his spine.

“is that so?” he raised an eyebrow, his hand trailing down your side, fingers just brushing the edge of your waist. he kept his touch light, as though testing your reaction, but his eyes held a certain intensity that sent heat rising in your cheeks.

you bit your lip, fighting a smile. “maybe.”

the air between you thickened with unspoken anticipation. hugh could feel his pulse quicken, a tension building between you that was deliciously new, yet familiar in the way it teased the boundaries you often danced around.

“you’re playing with fire, love,” he warned softly, though there was no real threat in his tone, only promise. his hand shifted to your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles just above your knee. your breath hitched at the contact, the playful teasing giving way to something deeper.

“am i?” you whispered back, tilting your head slightly, allowing your hair to cascade over one shoulder. you shifted again, this time more deliberately, your hips pressing against his thigh with just enough force to make you both gasp.

hugh’s grip on your thigh tightened slightly as he exhaled sharply. his other hand found its way to your lower back, pulling you just a fraction closer.

with a gentle roll of your hips, you began to move, your body molding against his solid thigh. hugh's hands instinctively found your waist, holding you steady as you rocked back and forth. his eyes followed the graceful motion of your body, the way your breathing quickened with each passing second.

hugh flexed his thigh, the muscles tensing beneath you. you let out a gasp, your movements growing more deliberate, more confident. he watched you, fully immersed in the moment, savoring every second of this playful, intimate dance. his hands guided you, his touch gentle yet firm, encouraging you to find her rhythm, to lose yourself in the moment. as the intensity built, your pace quickened, your body moving with a fluidity that matched the growing heat between you.

and then, with a final, breathless shudder, you collapsed against him, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you both caught your breath. the word hung in the air for a moment before hugh leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. it wasn’t rushed or urgent, it was the kind of kiss that said everything you hadn’t yet spoken. a promise, a reassurance, and a challenge all wrapped into one.

as your lips parted, you rested yoyr forehead against his, both of you still catching your breath. your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“first time for everything, huh?” you teased, your voice soft, but the playfulness still there.

hugh chuckled, his hands never leaving your body, but his touch remained gentle, grounding. “first time… but not the last,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips, sealing the promise between you.

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logan finally seeing you again after he thinks you died many years ago but you were being held hostage for experiments

Echoes of the past

word count: 1,5k

warnings: deception of grief, mention of abduction and torture

logan gripped the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure. the glass was almost empty, a few swigs left, but enough to blur the edges of his relentless memories. it didn’t help. nothing did. not the liquor, not the fights, not even the passage of time. years had passed since he lost you, and the pain never dulled. you had been taken from him, ripped away by forces darker than anything he'd ever known. they had broken into the place you called home, leaving nothing behind but a trace of your blood.

he had searched everywhere, for years, for a hint, a clue, anything that might lead him to you. but time after time, his efforts met dead ends, and after years of failure, he resigned himself to the cruelest reality: you were gone. dead.

that was supposed to be the end of it. that was supposed to be the closure that allowed him to move on. but he couldn’t. the nightmares never stopped. the ghosts of what you shared together haunted every quiet moment, every breath. and the bottle of whiskey in his hand was just another failed attempt to drown out the echoes of your laughter.

but something had changed. a lead—something tangible—surfaced, out of nowhere, dropped into his lap by a mutant with telepathic powers. "she’s alive," the voice had said in his mind. "she’s still out there."

at first, logan didn’t believe it. he couldn’t let himself believe it. but the mutant had given him coordinates, a remote facility in the mountains where you were supposedly held. logan couldn’t risk ignoring it. and so he went, the last shred of hope dragging him through hell and back.

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the wind howled through the dense trees as logan scaled the side of the mountain. his body moved with a singular purpose, his senses heightened by desperation. he reached the facility, a hulking, abandoned bunker and smashed through the gates without a second thought. inside, the air was stale and cold. the place reeked of rot and death, but logan pushed on, the scent of you pulling him deeper.

he tore through doors and guards alike, the claws in his hands slicing through steel and flesh with ease. he could hear screams in the distance, the final cries of those who had kept you here, and it only fueled his rage. they had taken you from him, stolen years of your life. they were going to pay.

finally, logan reached a door, thicker than the others, with heavy locks that screamed of secrets too dangerous to escape. he tore it down without hesitation, and what he found inside made his heart stop.

you were there, crumpled on the floor, shackled and broken, your body battered and bruised from years of captivity. the sight of you was like a punch to his gut. you looked so fragile, so small compared to the vibrant person you had once been. but the worst part was your eyes, empty and hollow, a shell of the person he had loved.

logan fell to his knees beside you, his breath caught in his throat. "is it really you?" he whispered, voice cracked with disbelief.

you flinched at the sound of his voice, shrinking back against the cold floor as though you expected more pain to come. you didn’t recognize him. not at first. how could you? years of isolation and torment had twisted your reality, left you in a constant state of fear. but then, something in his voice, in the way he said your name, sparked a faint memory.

"logan?" your voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. you blinked up at him, and for a moment, just a moment, he saw a flicker of recognition in your eyes.

"it’s me, darlin’," he choked out, his hands hovering over your form, unsure of where to touch, how to comfort. "i’m here. i’ve got you. i’ve got you now."

tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as the realization hit you. after all these years, after everything they had done to you, logan was here. he was real. but the pain, the fear, the trauma—it all came crashing down on you at once, and you broke.

"i thought… i thought you were dead," you sobbed, your body shaking with the weight of it all. "i thought i was dead."

logan pulled you into his arms, careful of your injuries but desperate to hold you close. "i thought you were gone too," he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "i looked for you… god, i looked for you everywhere. i’m so sorry i couldn’t find you sooner."

you clung to him, your fingers digging into his jacket as though he might disappear at any moment. "they… they did things to me, logan. they…"

"i know," he said softly, his voice trembling. "i know. but you’re safe now. i’m not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again."

you cried into his chest, years of torment pouring out in a flood of tears that wouldn’t stop. and logan held you, his own tears mixing with yours as he tried to soothe you, tried to take away your pain. but he knew he couldn’t. the scars they had left on you ran deeper than anything he could heal. all he could do was be there for you, hold you tight, and promise that you’d never have to face this alone again.

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the journey back was a blur. logan carried you out of that place, away from the horrors that had kept you imprisoned for so long. he didn’t stop until he found a safe house, far away from everything.

days passed in a strange, delicate rhythm. logan stayed by your side through every nightmare, every flashback, every moment when the weight of what you had been through became too much to bear. he was patient, gentle in a way that felt foreign to him.

at first, you barely spoke, still trapped in the silence that had been forced upon you for so long. but logan didn’t push. he stayed close, making sure you knew he was there whenever you needed him, ready to listen when you were ready to speak.

one night, as you sat together by the fire, wrapped in a blanket he had draped around your shoulders, you finally found your voice.

"they took everything from me," you said quietly, your gaze fixed on the flames. "i thought i’d never be whole again."

logan’s heart broke at your words, at the quiet resignation in your tone. he moved closer, his hand reaching for yours. "you’re not broken,“ he said, his voice gentle but firm. "they didn’t take you from me. you’re still here. you’re still you."

you looked at him then, your eyes searching his for something, maybe hope, maybe reassurance. "but what if i’m not?" you whispered. "what if i’m not the same person you loved?"

logan shook his head, his grip on your hand tightening. "you’re the person i love, darlin’. that’s never gonna change."

a small, broken smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and for the first time since he found you, logan saw a glimpse of the person you used to be. it wasn’t much, but it was enough. enough to remind him that healing wasn’t a straight path, it was messy, painful, and sometimes it felt impossible. but it was possible. and he would be there with you every step of the way.

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months passed, and the scars of your captivity began to fade, not completely, not ever completely, but enough that you started to reclaim pieces of yourself. you and logan rebuilt what had been taken from you, brick by brick, moment by moment. the nightmares didn’t stop, and the fear didn’t entirely go away, but you found strength in each other. and slowly, little by little, the cracks in your heart began to heal.

one day, as you stood on the porch of the cabin, watching the sun dip below the horizon, logan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you leaned back against him, letting out a soft sigh as you felt the warmth of his presence.

"thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the evening.

"for what?" logan asked, his breath warm against your ear.

"for not giving up on me," you said, turning in his arms so you could look into his eyes. "for finding me.”

logan’s eyes softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

tears filled your eyes, but this time, they were tears of something new. not pain, not sorrow, but hope. because even after everything, you had found your way back to each other.

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I feel like when don't use the nightmare trope enough even though he is plagued by them 😭

Maybe comforting him during after a nightmare maybe he gets handsey(in a bad way) and like pins the reader down(again in a bad way) claws out ready to fight until you softly kiss his hand and then he calms down.

Soft Smut or soft cuddles after depends on how you feel

Sorry this is all over the place I hope this inspires

a/n: so true we don’t have enough of them😭

warnings: nothing just fluff

the night was unusually still. you lay beside logan, his deep, even breaths a constant rhythm in the silence. he had been unusually peaceful tonight, and you allowed yourself to relax, to drift into the comfort of sleep.

but then, somewhere in the early hours, that peace shattered.

logan stirred beside you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. you recognized the signs immediately. it wasn’t the first time you had been woken by his nightmares. they were frequent, relentless, haunted by memories of his past.

you reached out instinctively, your hand hovering just above his shoulder, unsure if you should wake him. but before you could make a decision, logan jerked awake, his eyes wide with terror, his breathing erratic.

“logan…” you whispered, trying to soothe him. but he didn’t hear you. he wasn’t really awake, not yet. he was caught somewhere between the past and the present, in a place where everything was a threat.

suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a grip that was almost painful. you gasped, trying to pull back, but his strength was overwhelming. in the next moment, you were pinned beneath him, your back pressed against the mattress, his weight holding you down.

“logan!” you called out, louder this time, hoping to break through whatever was holding him in this nightmare. but his eyes were wild, unfocused, and his claws extended with a metallic snikt, the sharp adamantium gleaming in the dim light.

you froze, your heart pounding in your chest. his claws were so close, inches from your face. but you had been here before, you knew this wasn’t him—not really. this was the fear, the anger, the pain that he carried every day, bursting forth in a moment of vulnerability.

very slowly, you moved your free hand, bringing it up to his, careful not to startle him. his claws trembled, and his eyes were wild, searching, lost.

“it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft, soothing. “logan, it’s me. you’re safe.”

he didn’t seem to hear you. his grip tightened, and you could feel the sharp tips of his claws grazing your skin, just on the verge of breaking through. but you didn’t flinch. instead, you leaned up as best as you could, your lips brushing against the back of his hand.

“logan,” you repeated, your voice barely more than a breath, “i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.”

the kiss was gentle, almost imperceptible, but it had the desired effect. for a moment, logan went completely still, his breath catching in his throat. his eyes met yours, and you saw the recognition slowly filter back in, pushing away the shadows that had gripped him so tightly.

his claws retracted with a soft click, and his grip on your wrist loosened until he let go entirely. logan’s shoulders slumped as he sank back onto his knees, the realization of what he had done—or almost done—hitting him like a physical blow.

“god…” he murmured, his voice rough with guilt. “i’m sorry… i didn’t—”

“shh,” you interrupted him, sitting up and reaching out to cup his face in your hands. his skin was cool, damp with sweat, and you could feel the rapid beat of his pulse beneath your fingers. “it’s okay, logan. it’s not your fault.”

he shook his head, his eyes dark and filled with self-loathing. “i could’ve hurt you… i could’ve—”

“but you didn’t,” you reminded him, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “you stopped. you came back.”

logan stared at you for a long moment, as if he was trying to convince himself that you were real, that you were safe. slowly, he brought his hands up to cover yours, holding them against his face as if he was afraid you would slip away.

“i don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “not after everything…”

you felt your heart ache at the pain in his voice, at the way he always seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. you knew his past, the things he had done, the things that had been done to him. but to you, none of that mattered. all you saw was the man in front of you, the one who had been hurt so many times, and who still managed to protect those he loved.

“logan,” you said softly, leaning in until your forehead rested against his, “you deserve to be loved. you deserve to be happy. and I’m not going anywhere.”

his breath hitched, and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. for a long moment, the two of you sat there in the darkness, the only sound was the quiet rhythm of your breathing.

finally, logan opened his eyes again, his gaze softer, more grounded. he looked at you as if he was seeing you for the first time, and a small, grateful smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“thank you,” he murmured, his voice low but steady. “for staying. for… everything.”

you smiled back at him, your heart swelling with affection. “always.”

carefully, you guided him back down onto the bed, your hands gentle as you pulled the covers over the both of you. logan curled into your side, his head resting on your chest, his arm draped over your waist. you ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him with soft touches until his breathing evened out, and he relaxed fully against you.

“sleep,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “i’ve got you.”

logan sighed, a sound of contentment, and within minutes, he had drifted back into sleep. this time, though, it was peaceful, his nightmares chased away by your presence.

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I need Hugh jackman x pregnant!reader. Just all gushy about her and so proud to be her husband

A quiet moment

hugh glanced over at you, at his wife. you were seated comfortably on the couch, cradling your growing belly with a soft smile on your face. your eyes closed as you absentmindedly rubbed the swell of your abdomen.

he moved quietly across the room, not wanting to disturb your peace, but you sensed his presence, your eyes fluttered open, and you looked at him with that same soft smile that made his heart skip a beat every time.

"hey, love," you murmured, your voice gentle.

"hey, yourself," he replied, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "how are you feeling?"

"good," you said, your hand still resting on your belly. "just a little tired. the baby’s been pretty active today."

hugh smiled as he took a seat beside you, reaching out to place his hand over yours on your belly. he marveled at the way it felt—knowing that your child, a little life you had created together, was growing inside you. every kick, every movement, filled him with a joy he couldn't quite put into words.

"you’re incredible, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with awe.

you chuckled softly, a little blush coloring your cheeks. "i’m just pregnant, hugh."

he shook his head, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "no, you’re carrying our child. you’re creating life. and you’re doing it so beautifully. i can’t even begin to tell you how proud i am of you."

your eyes shimmered with emotion as you looked at him. "you’re going to make me cry," you said with a soft laugh, though he could tell you were only half joking.

hugh leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. "i mean it, darling. every day, i wake up next to you and i’m just…overwhelmed with how lucky i am. you’re my everything. and now, you’re giving me the most precious gift i could ever ask for."

you leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you absorbed his words. "i’m the lucky one," you whispered. "you’ve been so amazing, hugh. i couldn’t ask for a better partner, or a better father for our baby."

he felt his chest tighten with emotion at your words, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. he wanted to protect you, to shield you from any discomfort or worry. but more than anything, he wanted you to know how deeply you were loved.

you sat in silence for a while, just holding each other, the soft hum of the city outside their window was the only sound in the room. it was moments like these that hugh cherished most—the quiet, tender moments where nothing else mattered but the two of you, and the life you were building together.

eventually, you shifted slightly in his arms, looking up at him with a playful smile. "do you ever get tired of staring at me?"

"never," he replied without hesitation. "i could look at you all day and still not get enough. especially now."

you laughed, the sound light and melodic, and he felt a surge of warmth spread through him. he loved making you laugh, loved seeing you happy. "you’re hopeless," you teased, but your tone was filled with affection.

"hopelessly in love with you," he corrected, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. it was a slow, lingering kiss, one that spoke of all the things he felt for you—the love, the devotion, the endless admiration.

when you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you breathed him in. "i can’t wait for our baby to get here," you whispered.

"me neither," he said, his hand still resting on your belly, feeling the gentle movements beneath his palm. "but for now, i’m just happy to have this time with you. just us."

you nodded, your eyes shining with tears again, but you didn’t try to hide them this time. "i love you so much, hugh."

"i love you too," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "more than you’ll ever know."

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please i really really need some logan howlett or hugh jackman requests, i wanna write i just don’t have anything in my mind rn😭

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I didn’t choose having a crush on Hugh Jackman, having a crush on Hugh Jackman chose me.