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"I can hear you!" | Part 2 | Birthday Special ✨

PAIRING || Boyfriend! Tony Stark x Girlfriend! Avenger! Female! Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.9K

SUMMARY || You've been away on a mission, but unexpectedly, you get to go home earlier than planned. This surprise is perfect because it’s the day before your birthday. However, what you don’t anticipate is finding Tony in a rather compromising situation. Luckily, you’re more than happy to return the favor after he walked in on you a few months ago.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS + WARNINGS || Age gap romance | Established relationship | Avenger! Reader | Female! Reader | Descriptions of guns/use of a gun | Mentions of blood | Mentions of injuries

SMUT || Porn with a little plot | Soft! Dom/Sub vibes | Soft dom! Reader | Sub! Tony | Caught in the act | Voyeurism | Breeding kink | Stripping | Hair pulling | Dirty talk | Praise | Begging | Edging | Teasing | Male masturbation | Hand job | Oral – M receiving | Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) | Belly bulge | Cowgirl position | Missionary | Mating press | Cream pie | Aftercare

A/N || In honor of my 27th birthday, I have written this deliciously filthy story based on this request for everyone to enjoy! Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for all your help and enthusiasm, too! Without you I wouldn't have been able to make this as amazing as it is, and I'm forever thankful for you 🤍

EVENTS @fandom-free-bingo Frosty Edition || Cuddled to sleep @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition || Breeding kink | "Remember me?" @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May Edition || 'It's all coming back to me' | "Did you replace me?" @fandom-free-bingo Pride Edition || Snowflakes @fandom-free-bingo Wild Edition || Caught having sex @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort Edition || "Youre safe now."

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All other graphics in this post are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || Part 1

“Remember me?” you whisper in the ear of one of your biggest enemies and target of your current mission – Alexander Pierce, one of HYDRA’s leaders – as you walk up behind him without making a single sound, the cool blade of your knife soon touching the warm, delicate skin of his throat. For the longest times, you have been working hard to bring the entire organization down, and tonight will be your biggest accomplishment yet if everything goes according to plan.

“How could I possibly forget someone as skilled as you? You’d still make a perfect addition to HYDRA if you decide to come over to our side. I might even forget about the times you have tried to take us down with your assassin-like precision,” he says calmly, and a shiver runs down your spine at the words. Despite this, your demeanor doesn’t shift for even a second, as the smallest sign of weakness might mean the end of the mission, and possibly your career as an Avenger.

“Don’t make me laugh, Pierce. You know damn well I would never work for someone as sick as you.” The last words are spit out like they’re poison, and the mere thought of working for someone as evil as him has your blood boiling. 

“Especially not after what you’ve done to my friend.” As you mention those words, the thoughts of Bucky as The Winter Soldier flash through your mind, though the man you’re currently holding a knife to isn’t fazed by the mention in the slightest. After a few more seconds of silence, you walk around him, your knife still digging into his skin as you come face to face with the man you loathe.

“Hmm, give him my best when you see him again-” is all he says before your knife is traded for your gun, and everything in your mind goes black as you hear a loud shot before he falls back, his sickening smile still on his face as he hits the floor. A trail of blood flows from the hole in his forehead, and you bolt out the same way you came into Pierce’s office as you hear a click behind you of the door unlocking.

Just as soon as you arrive, you’re gone again, the only trace of your presence being the lifeless body lying on the floor, and the thin, dark blood surrounding him. Your mission has been successful, and you’re now more than ever looking forward to being with your boyfriend, as there’s not a single place in the world you’d rather be than in his arms after a mission like this. Thankfully you have been able to complete your mission a week sooner than anticipated, meaning you will be home right on time before your birthday, making you want to go home even more than you already wanted to.

As soon as you’re back at the Avengers Compound, you’re making a beeline to the kitchen to get some much-needed food in your stomach, as it’s been heavily growling, but the food supply on the Quinjet has been running low for a while, and all the good snacks are always taken before you get a chance to get your hands on some of them. While you expected to be alone there, you’re greeted by your best friend, Natasha.

“Care for some mac & cheese?” she asks, and you immediately smile before nodding. It’s one of your favorite meals – has been since you were little – and it never fails to cheer you up after a mission, no matter what might have happened.

“I’d love some, thanks Nat,” you say before grabbing some water from the fridge and downing nearly the entire bottle. Not only were you nearing the territory of becoming extremely hungry – or hangry, as Tony sometimes calls it – but you were also parched, and the ice cold water is also a perfect way to stave the hunger for a bit. At least until Natasha is done preparing your dinner.

"So, how’d it go?”

“Well, let’s just say we don’t have to worry about Pierce anymore. I managed to sneak into his office without leaving a single trace, and I managed to get a clean shot. Couldn’t have been easier,” you tell her as you’re getting comfortable at the large kitchen island Tony had installed in the communal kitchen.

“Sounds like a good time then. Speaking of good times, I believe a certain someone has been missing you a lot while you were gone, and I don’t think he’ll let you go after seeing you’re home a week earlier than expected,” Natasha says, making you chuckle. She’s right, and this surprise will be the perfect start of your birthday, even though that’s not going to be for another day. From the moment Tony found out about the day you were born he has circled it on his calendar, not wanting to forget the one day that is all about you.

“I don’t want him to let me go, either. I’m looking forward to seeing him again, but I could really use some dinner before going to see Tony, that way I can last a little longer before I accidentally pass out because I haven’t eaten anything,” you say, making your best friend laugh heartily. There’s not a single thing you two do not share, and your sex life has been talked about in detail – just like you know all about her own with Bruce –, so she’s well aware about Tony’s stamina.

While Natasha keeps making dinner you switch your topic of conversation as, more and more Avengers trickle into the kitchen, and with each person coming in, the events of the evening fade further and further into the background as the laughter and conversation combined with Natasha’s cooking makes you feel like home, and like everything in life is going to be okay. Despite all of this, you can’t help but notice that someone’s been missing, and you’re more than ever before in need of being in his presence.

“Has anyone seen Tony? I miss him, and I’d like to go talk to him,” you say with a small smile, your heart beating faster at the foresight that you’ll be seeing him again soon.

“I suppose he’s in the penthouse - hasn’t been in the lab all day if I’m honest,” Bruce says with a shrug, and you’re immediately turning around towards the elevator, all of the others now left behind as they continue their conversations with each other. You cannot go towards Tony’s penthouse fast enough for your liking, and the entire time you’re watching the numbers rise on the small screen, your excitement slowly rises with it.

As soon as the metal doors open you rush into the penthouse – which you've practically moved into from the moment you and Tony officially started dating – and you’re met with nothing but silence. Until you’re walking closer to the bedroom, that is. Soft, muffled moans are drifting into the hallway, and you can’t help but smile as you hear your name falling from his lips.

Slowly but surely you hear his moans growing louder, and you’re met with a beautiful sight as you push open the bedroom door. Your boyfriend is completely bare as his back arches from the pleasure his fist is giving him, your name falling from his lips that have become puffy and raw from all the biting and holding back his moans. His light skin is flushed beautifully and his cheeks look like they’re on fire as his hand keeps working in a steady rhythm, every inch of his thick, veiny, leaking cock getting the attention it so desperately needs.

“Y/N-” he mutters, his eyes shut tightly as his free hand drags through his chocolatey brown locks, pulling them just enough to give him the pleasure he needs, but not so hard that he’ll push himself over the edge. He’s been edging himself for the better part of an hour already and he’s about to burst into one of the most satisfying orgasms he’s had by himself – though it will never compare to any of the ones you have given him with the skills of your mouth or the warmth of your pussy.

“Did you replace me with your hand?” you ask as you’re leaning against the doorframe, your panties drenched completely at the sight of your boyfriend masturbating. You can see the moment your voice registers with him as his eyes shoot open, the realization that he’s been caught having sex with himself making him even more flustered than before. Tony immediately lets go of his length, and it falls against his abdomen with a soft splat from all the pre-cum that has been leaking from it. The splotches of liquid almost resemble little snowflakes all over his skin, and all you can think about is licking it up.

“Fuck- give your boyfriend a head’s up next time before you give him a heart attack or something,” he says as he goes to sit upright, his chest, neck and cheeks turning a bright shade of red as he’s flustered from the fact that you caught him. Your bottom lip is pulled in between your teeth as you slowly walk over to him, each step building the anticipation between you two. He hasn’t made any moves to cover himself up, and you’re glad he’s more than happy to be seen naked.

“I do have to say, it’s nice to be the one catching you this time. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what happened when you walked in on me, and I’m very excited to return the favor tonight.” When you reach the bed, you have already shed your boots and your tactical jacket, leaving you in nothing more than a skin tight shirt and pants, but it’s still too many layers for your boyfriend.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I quite remember what happened last time, Cupcake. Maybe you should refresh my memory while you get undressed for me,” Tony says in a teasing, challenging tone, his smirk lighting up his flushed features. The realization of what just happened is slowly ebbing away with every second, and the embarrassment he was feeling mere moments ago is now being replaced with boldness, and you’re here for every second of it.

Slowly but surely, piece by piece, you’re undressing until you’re left in only your panties, which are entirely soaked from the little show you got to witness earlier. With every inch of bare skin you’re revealing, Tony gets more and more excited, his cock becoming even harder than it already was before you walked in.

"And? Have your memories been awakened yet, or are you just very excited to see me?” you ask him jokingly as you’re kneeling on the bed, your movements slow and deliberate as you crawl over to his spread legs. He widens them even further, allowing you to take your place in between them as you’re wanting a taste of what he was doing not too long ago. Under your gaze, his entire body feels like it’s on fire and he can’t get enough of it, the flushed skin burning as you’re bending down to the point where you’re almost touching him where he needs you most. Almost.

“I- I may need a little extra help remembering-” Tony says until his words are cut off, by you sticking out your tongue, gliding it over his very sensitive tip as you lick up the pre-cum that has been slowly turning into a puddle in his little happy trail. His fists are holding tightly onto the sheets as his back arches, though his eyes don’t move from where you’re licking him for even a split second.

Without warning, you move down to glide your tongue from the base of his shaft, over the protruding light blue veins and over every sensitive inch of his thick cock, making him moan like a teenager who’s getting his first ever blowjob. When your lips seal around his soft tip he groans loudly, and your fingers gently dig into his thighs to keep him in his place, adding to his quickly heightening pleasure. For a few seconds you suck on it, drinking in his taste and the sounds he’s making, but just as soon as you wrap your lips around him, you’re also letting him go.

“Fuck, Cupcake, please-” his chest rises and falls faster with every second that you’re not doing as he asks, adding to your own pleasure as your arousal is leaking down your thighs at this point. Having someone as powerful and amazing as Tony begging for your touch, begging to have his cock sucked by no one else but you is a high you will never be able to explain to anyone, and you’re taking it in for as long as you can.

“Please, what?” you ask him between the kisses you’re trailing over his hips and thighs, soft nibbles on his inner thighs causing him to go wild as deep groans leave his lips. You’re driving him insane in the best way possible, and even though he appears to not be into you teasing him like this, nothing could be further from the truth. He has mentioned multiple times before how much he loves it when you’re in charge, when he’s only allowed to get what you’re willing to give him at this moment.

“Please, please, please suck my cock- I want- no- I need your lips, and your warm mouth and your perfect throat- I need you!” he says as his hips thrust in the when you’re dangerously close to his tip again, only for you to pull back at the very moment he does. He lets out a helpless whine as he reaches for you, and this time you’re more than happy to let him do what he wants, he deserved it after all.

“I love you so much, Y/N, you drive me insane in the best possible way,” he whispers as you’re leaning over his torso, his fingers gliding over your cheek as he looks at you like you’re his world – no, his entire universe. The love between the two of you nearly makes your heart leap out of your chest, and after whispering an ‘I love you’ to him you lean in for a few small kisses, making him moan softly as your fingers slide through his hair.

“Was that enough to jiggle your memory a little about what happened last time?” you ask playfully, referring to what he teased you about earlier, as you’re once again taking your position between his legs. Just as he’s about to answer, you grab the base of his almost painfully hard cock and you let your tongue glide over the tip a few more times before wrapping your lips around it and taking him deeper than you had a few minutes ago.

“It- It’s all coming – fuck! – back to me – you’re so- so good for me,” he groans as his hips thrust in tandem with your mouth, your hand taking care of the length you can’t reach quite yet. It’s always a stretch to take all of him, no matter how many times you’ve done it before, though you’re more than happy to take the time to get adjusted to him all over again.

The entire time you’re taking more and more of him, you’re listening to his cues – his breathing getting faster, his muscles in his thighs pulling taut, and his cursing increasing by the second – and it doesn’t take long for him to reach his first orgasm of the night, his hot seed coming in spurts over your tongue, and you’re happily swallowing every last drop of it before crawling over his body and kissing him deeply, a soft groan filling the air as he can still taste himself on your tongue.

“You’re being such a good boy for me tonight, maybe I should come home early from missions more often,” you say with a loving gaze, and he’s looking up at you as if you hung the stars and the moon just for him.

“I love it when you call me a good boy,” Tony whispers as his cheeks turn bright red, and the filter between his mind and mouth usually disappears completely after an orgasm or two, making you chuckle softly before kissing him on his cheek. His facial hair is thick and rough compared to the soft plumpness of your lips, and your mind wanders to what it’s like to feel him between your thighs again as he takes his time to make you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, his beard scratching your thighs deliciously, leaving the best form of beard burn you could wish for.

“Yeah? In that case I’m going to tell you how good of a boy you are more often,” you say with a wink, and his eyes widen with excitement at the thought of you doing that. He smiles widely before letting his fingers slip into your hair and pulling you closer, not wanting to be apart from you for any longer than he has to be. In order to get more comfortable you straddle him, and he moans in pleasure and overstimulation as your clothed, drenched pussy slides over his sensitive cock.

“God, I can’t wait to feel you inside me again, Tony. I missed you and your thick cock so much – I’ve thought about you splitting me open and fucking me raw so many times that I couldn’t help but end up pregnant in my fantasies. I want you to make my fantasy come true, Tony. Please fuck a baby into me tonight,” you tell him, a hint of desperation in your voice as you grind over his cock again, making him bite back another curse.

“Is that what you want, huh? You want me to split you open on my cock and fuck you until I cum so deep in your tight, hot pussy? You want me to give you all my cum and fuck it so deep into you there’s no other option than you getting pregnant with my baby? Oh, and when it drips out, I’ll be scooping up every last drop before fucking it right back in with my fingers, we’re not letting a single drop go to waste tonight.”

His words light a fire inside of you, and you’ve never been happier to be with someone who has an even bigger breeding kink than you do. You moan in response to his words, and before you know it, Tony has ripped your panties from your body, the fabric being discarded somewhere you will worry about later. Right now, all you can think about is you, Tony, and him fucking you raw until you’re carrying his baby, and the thought alone is enough to have you near the edge of an orgasm.

“Ready?” Tony asks before moving any further, needing to hear a verbal consent before continuing.

“I’m ready, Tony. I just need you to fuck me-”

As soon as the words leave your lips, he grabs his cock before getting it in the perfect position, allowing you to sink onto it with ease. Well, with as much ease as you can while adjusting to his thickness. Tony’s monster of a cock is by far the biggest you’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying, and you’ll happily stretch yourself to the max in order to take every single inch of him. Especially tonight, as you want nothing more than to end up pregnant with his baby.

Inch by slow inch you work yourself onto his cock, only guided by Tony’s hands on your hips as he allows you to take your time with it. You’re leaning forward slightly as your hands are on either side of his arc reactor, your eyebrows scrunched together with pleasure as your mouth hangs open, allowing every single moan, groan and whine to escape.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well for me, Cupcake. Taking my cock so well, it’s like you’re fucking made for it,” Tony groans, and you sink even further as his words cause another wave of arousal to run down his cock and onto the mattress. You’re already making a mess and he’s not even properly fucking you yet, just the way he likes it. He loves it when you’re dripping wet and messy for him, and he can’t get enough of seeing his cum dripping around his cock, too, as he fucks you until he’s so overstimulated he cannot take it another second.

A high pitched whine leaves your lips as you’re fully sitting down, your clit rubbing over the hair at the base of his cock as you do. It’s an unexpected surprise, but more than welcome as your high is constantly growing. For a moment, neither one of you makes a single move, but your gazes are locked onto one another the entire time to ensure the other person is doing okay.

The moment you first lift yourself and sink back down again, you’re already toeing the edge of your first orgasm, and with your boyfriend’s help, it only takes a few thrusts to feel your first wave of release. It’s been building the entire time, from the moment you heard Tony moan your name until the moment he fucked you so deep you can see his tip as it bulges your belly slightly. It’s quick, hard and very satisfying. But it’s nothing compared to what Tony has in mind for the rest of the night.

“Squeezin’ me so perfectly, god I’m so in love with you. You’re fucking made for me,” he groans before pulling you towards him and turning you both around at the same time, resulting in him being on top of you instead of the other way round. His hands hook behind your knees and he pushes them up towards your shoulders, allowing him to spread you open as far as you can possibly go, resulting in the best position to fuck you as deep and as hard as his horny heart desires.

“Ooooh fuck,” he growls as he starts fucking you in earnest, and you moan his name loudly at the change of the angle he has created. While you thought he was already fucking you deep before, he’s now hitting spots you didn’t even know existed as with every thrust it feels like you’re on cloud nine. Your back arches and your fingers are pulling on his hair just the way he loves, and before you know it, you’re screaming his name once again as your second orgasm washes over you.

He’s not sure why, but something inside him tells him to look at the alarm on your side of the bed, and it displays in bright red numbers that it’s just past midnight, and it’s officially your birthday now. This gives him an idea, and Tony leans in to whisper something in your ear.

“Happy birthday, Cupcake. Your first gift today is going to be my cum. I’m going to pump every single drop of it deep inside your tight little pussy, and you’re not going to let a single drop of it leak out of it, are you?” he asks, and you shout a quick, breathless yes in response to his words, and he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“I need you to give me one more, sweet girl. One more orgasm and then I’ll fill you up the way you want. Just- one- more!" he says, his hips thrusting deep and hard with every word, barreling you through your next orgasm, though this time Tony is falling over the edge with you as he pushes his forehead against yours, your bodies completely intertwined as you’re staring into his passionate gaze. It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced, but you wouldn’t want it any other way as you feel his cum deep inside you, being fucked deeper and deeper as he rides out your shared orgasms.

“That’s it, milk me with your perfect pussy,” he pants, and you squeeze to the best of your abilities, though your entire body feels like it has turned into a bunch of cooked noodles. Your thoughts are only chanting ‘Tony! Tony! Tony!’, and you’re unable to talk as you’re coming down from everything that has happened. He has truly fucked you dumb, and the trust between you two is immeasurable as he takes care of your every need.

“Let’s get some sleep, okay? I’ll stay right here with you, but you need to get some sleep for me. Can you do that for me?” he asks softly as his fingers trace abstract figures over your back. You nod before closing your eyes and burying your head in his neck, allowing Tony to cuddle you to sleep.

“I love you so much, my sweet Cupcake. You’re safe now, and I promise I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he whispers against your hair before closing his own eyes and taking a nap, too, for just a little while. When Tony’s alarm goes off, you groan against his warm chest as you’re being pulled from your slumber, not wanting to leave your comfortable spot for even a second.

“How are you feeling?” It’s a simple question, but it does take you a moment to answer, as you’re still trying to comprehend the fact that you are, in fact, awake already, instead of sleeping the way you want to.

“Good, tired,” you say, and your words are confirmed as you yawn immediately after, making Tony chuckle before kissing your forehead.

“I do think it’s important that we take a shower before we go back to bed again. You’ve had a long mission, and we had a long night, too. After that, I’ll happily feed you a piece of the birthday cake I ordered for you.” Your eyes go wide at the mention of cake, as it’s one of your favorite treats to bake, as well as eat. As promised, Tony is feeding you pieces of the most decadent, rich chocolate cake you have ever tasted, before falling back asleep in his arms, making for the best start of your birthday ever.

The next morning, Tony wakes you up with an orgasm as he’s feasting himself on your pussy, ensuring your birthday starts off perfectly, before giving you a small necklace with a letter ‘T’ on it. While it’s a simple present, you’re very happy with it, and you can’t wait to wear it immediately. The rest of the day is spent doing all of your favorite things – from going to the bookstore to buy as many books as your heart desires to feeding the ducks in central park – and having a delicious dinner with all of the Avengers to top it all off.

“I wanted to say thank you for coming back so soon, Cupcake. I was a little sad at the thought of spending your birthday without you,” Tony whispers as you’re relaxing against his chest in the large hot tub he had installed for the two of you to enjoy. Around it are rose petals while the water itself is the perfect temperature to enjoy as you’re both entirely bare. You have a glass of champagne in one hand and a chocolate covered strawberry in the other, adding to the romantic atmosphere he created.

“I love you, Tony. Thank you for making today so special,” you say before turning around and kissing him deeply, signifying the start of yet another night of passion. The following months are a true rollercoaster of emotions, because not only do the Avengers officially contribute to the downfall of HYDRA once and for all, but you also find out that you indeed are carrying Tony’s baby, which is shortly followed by your dream proposal.

Nine months after your birthday, you’re holding your beautiful son in your arms, and he’s the spitting image of his dad. Dark hair, dark eyes, his nose and the same beautiful skin. Life couldn’t be more perfect as you reveal his name to your husband-to-be.

“I would like you to meet Howard Antonio Stark,” you tell him as you show Tony your baby. Even though he couldn’t be with you during the birth – your son was impatient and decided to come while Tony was on a mission – he flew home as fast as he could, and you couldn’t be happier to have him by your side now. Your fiancé’s eyes widen as the name sinks in, not only is he named after his grandpa, Howard, but he also has a nod to his grandma, Maria, with the fact that he has an Italian middle name.

“He’s perfect,” Tony whispers with tears in his eyes. He might have missed the birth of his son, but seeing this little bundle of pure happiness in your arms makes him realize he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at this moment.

“Daddy’s loves you so much, you know that? It’s so nice to finally hold you in my arms, and to see the little feet that have been kicking your mama all those months.” At the sight in front of you you’re practically melting, as it shows a side of Tony that not many people get to see. From this moment on, Tony will be by your side as much as he can, and his duties as Iron Man will officially be in the past. The only thing more important than his job is his family, and he’s not planning on going anywhere without the two of you ever again.

[stark-ironman]

Tightrope Hugh working Reader up into a state of continuous multiple orgasms.

Pretty Young Thing

Tightrope Masterlist

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Pairing: Hugh Jackman x F!Reynolds Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Forbidden romance. Dad’s best friend. Age gap. (Hugh is his own age, Reader is 28) Mentions of a past toxic relationship. SMUT—Dom/sub. Soft dom!Hugh. Pet names. Overstimulation. Subspace. Fingering. Oral female receiving. Dirty talk. Unprotected p in v sex. Daddy kink. Breeding kink. Cream pie. Some possessiveness.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Before You Begin…Well. This may just be one of the filthiest things I’ve ever written. Definitely went overboard lol.

I headcannon this is one of their favorite things to do together. He alternates between pleasuring her with his mouth and his fingers…

This is set after she moves in with him and before Ryan finds out about their relationship.

After you had had time to mourn your breakup with Chad, you made a list of sexual experiences you hadn’t tried but really wanted to. When Hugh saw this list, he just about lost it. And he promised to do every single thing on this list with you. (Or the ones that he could still do with his age anyway)

One of the first things you tried was overstimulation. You tried it on a Saturday and he spent the entire day making sure you were hydrated and relaxed. Then when evening came, here you were in bed staring up at him as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“It won’t hurt will it?” You realize how stupid of a question that was. “Sorry…”

“No it won’t.” He kisses your temple. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. You may feel a bit tired afterward, but that’s about it.”

“Knowing you, it’ll probably be worth it.”

“You flatter me, princess.”

He kisses your lips and massages your breast. You want him. He hasn’t touched you all day.

“Lay down on the bed.”

You do as he says. Hugh starts taking off your bra and panties. He growls in your ear, “Daddy’s wanted you all day. Missed your cute little cunt.” You buck your hips. He chuckles darkly. “Don’t worry, princess. Daddy’s gonna taste you now.”

He licks a stripe all the way up your cunt very slowly. You shudder.

“Daddy,” you whisper.

He continues his quest to make you cum, eventually adding a finger. When you eventually do orgasm, Hugh asks how you’re feeling.

“Good,” you mumble. “So good.”

“Do you want more? Do you want Daddy to continue making you feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Hugh doesn’t hesitate to massage your clit. “Look at my beautiful girl’s pussy. All wet and aching. I love this pussy, princess.”

“Your pussy.”

Hugh smirks. He sits up, but plunges two fingers into your hole. “This is my pussy?”

“Uh huh.”

“So that means I can do whatever I want with it? Means I can ruin it?”

“I’d let you do anything to me,” you plead. “I’m your princess, Daddy.”

He tsks. “Oh my sweet little minx. You’d really do anything for me? I’m really wrapped around your finger. What would your dad say? Do you think he’d like it if he knew about this?”

“No,” you admit. It’s getting harder to talk. Your mind is becoming hazy and you’re on the verge of another orgasm. “But I don’t mind. And that’s what…what matters.”

“You do know I’m almost 3 decades older than you, right?”

“Yeah. Don’t care. I’m gonna—fuck Daddy can I cum again?”

“Of course. Anything for you. Want my princess to feel good.”

Your walls clench his fingers. You’re a panting mess. His fingers remain inside you but he brushes the hair out of your face as he asks, “How you feelin’? Want to take a break?”

“No.” You just barely shake your head. “I want more.”

And he sure does give you more. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and dives right into your cunt, eating you out like you’re his last meal. When that’s done, he goes back to fingering. You cum again. He alternates between making you cum with tongue and his fingers.

Now, you’re seated right in his lap, his thumb circling your clit. You’re naked, but he’s fully clothed. You’ve fully submitted to him. And you don’t care. How could you when he’s treated you like a queen?

“Daddy, fuck,” you whimper.

“My good girl,” Hugh kisses the side of your face. His hand cups your breast. He massages the breast and pinches your nipple. “Ready to cum again? Ready to squeeze daddy’s fingers?”

“Yes, please, Daddy! Gotta cum!”

You reach another climax. You’re a sweating, panting mess at this point. Yet you still crave more. You crave his cock in you. And his cum spurting into you.

Hugh readjusts you so your entire body is facing him. You’re practically puddy, but his strong arms manage to keep you up.

“Such a sweet little girl.” He kisses your nose. “So good for your daddy.”

You rest your forehead against his chest and say, “Want your cock, Daddy. Want you inside me.”

He chuckles, “After everything? After I’ve made you cum non-stop for the past hour?”

“Hour?”

“Yes hour, sweetheart.” He guides you to face him, his thumb wiping away the sweat and tears. “You still want me?”

“I’ll always want you.”

“Ok. I can’t say no to you. But I’m gonna let you rest for a few minutes, ok?”

You reluctantly say yes. He sets you down on the bed and say he’s going to get some water. You reach out your hands, “Please take me with you! Don’t want you to leave me.”

Hugh scoops you up in his arms and carries you down to the kitchen. He initially sets you down on the counter, but when you start to limp a little, he brings you back into his arms, this time with your legs wrapped around his torso.

He lays you down on the couch. “Huuuuuugh,” you whine. “Don’t go.”

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he smirks. “I’ll only be a minute.”

You feel lost without him. And when he returns with the water, he says, “Open wide,” and you take a sip.

“Ok can you fuck me now?”

“In a moment, princess.”

“But I want you now.”

“I’ll give you what you want. But you have to drink the whole glass of water first.”

“But—”

“Do what Daddy says,” he says firmly.

You do as he says. It does feel good to have a cold liquid trickling down your throat. You yum in delight.

And as soon as you drink the last drop, you ask, “Ok can you fuck me now?”

“You sure, princess? ‘Cause you don’t need to feel—”

“I haven’t had your cock inside me all day! Please!”

Hugh agrees. He makes sure you’re comfortable on the couch before slipping off his T-shirt, pajama pants, and briefs. You buck your hips again and he finally enters you. He moves slowly in out and out of you while kissing all over your body.

You orgasm easily, but Hugh still hasn’t cum yet. So he keeps going. You have a feeling you’ll get at least one more. And you do, just as he’s spurting his seed into you. Fuck. You’d never admit this to him but there have been times where you’ve fantasized about him getting you pregnant. That you stopped taking birth control. That you grow round with his child. That he kisses your tummy. That once the baby is born, he gets you pregnant all over again.

But you’d never tell him this. You don’t want him to think you’re a weirdo who wants to baby trap him.

He slips out of you, and his cum is running down your legs and onto the couch. Hugh gathers up the cum and stuffs it into your sore pussy. Probably so there wouldn’t be any cum stains on the couch.

“You did so good for me, princess.” He kisses your forehead. He traces your cheekbone with his thumb and asks sincerely, “You alright?”

“Uh huh. Just tired.”

“I think you’re done for the night. You did so well. Gonna take care of you now.”

“You always take care of me.”

Your jello in his arms as he leads you back up to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and tells you he’ll be right back. You’re just barely awake, but can hear the water running. He returns and guides you into the bath. He joins you, resting your back against his chest. His hairy, wet chest.

He cleans the sweat off your body and murmurs sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so good for me, princess. Such a pretty young thing. So sweet. Thank you for trusting me.”

As you fall asleep in his arms that night you whisper to him, “Thank you, Hugh. For everything.”

Closing Thots…Yeah ok I know this may be a little too much but I’m horny lol.

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Chapter 4 - Terms and Conditions

A/N: Alright you’ve waited enough, here’s Chapter 4. Leave your thoughts, likes and reblogs :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Wife! Reader

Warning: slow burn, angst.

Terms and Conditions

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The door clicks softly shut behind you.

Tony doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just keeps his weight braced against the sink like it’s the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the floor.

You hover there for a second, caught between instinct and apathy, obligation and something you don’t want to name.

He’s still pale, still trembling, the arc reactor in his chest sputters like a dying lightbulb, his veins glow faintly beneath his skin, spidering outward in sickly tendrils of blue.

You cross the bathroom slowly. Kneel. Say nothing.

There’s a towel on the floor, damp and crumpled. You pick it up, fold it once, and press it to his forehead.

He flinches, but doesn’t pull away.

For a long, brittle moment, all that exists is the hum of the yacht, the shallow rasp of his breathing, and the flicker-flicker-flicker of the thing in his chest trying not to fail.

“You’re okay,” you murmur, barely above a whisper. “You’re alright.”

A lie. But maybe it helps. His jaw unclenches and his shoulders drop maybe an inch.

You don’t look directly at the arc reactor, instead you look at him, the shadows under his eyes, the sweat beading at his temples…quiet panic stitched into every line of his face.

“What do you need?” you ask softly.

“New lungs. Less poison. Maybe a hug,” he rasps, then winces. “Definitely not the last one. Ignore that.”

You almost smile. Almost. But your hand doesn’t move from his temple. Neither of you mentions it.

Tony starts to sway and you react before thinking, an arm around his back, a hand to his chest, too warm, too close, too human, steadying him as he sinks to sit on the edge of the tub. He exhales, the sound catching somewhere between relief and defeat.

You crouch beside him again. This close, the palladium burns are impossible to ignore. The faint scorch-marks, the angry blue lines branching from the arc reactor like poisoned veins. You can smell metal. And something sharper—copper, maybe. Blood?

You force your voice to stay level. “This has been happening for a while, hasn’t it?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

He stares ahead, eyes dark. “What would I even say?”

“I’m dying,” you say, and the words sound too harsh in your own mouth. “That might’ve been a good place to start.”

He huffs a tired laugh. “Real conversation starter. Probably not great at dinner parties, though.”

You sigh and sit beside him, back against the cold tiles, neither of you speaks for a while.

It’s a strange thing, being here like this. You’re not his friend. Not his lover. You’re his wife on paper, on press releases, and in rooms where the champagne flows. And yet, in this moment, with the yacht silent around you and the reactor in his chest dimming like a failing star, you’re the only one here.

A part of you hates him for not telling anyone. A part of you hates that you care this much.

You look over, catch him watching you.

Not in the usual way, no lingering glance, no smirk. Just a quiet, exhausted sort of study, like he’s trying to figure out why your presence doesn’t make this worse.

He speaks first. Voice low, dry.

“You’re very calm for someone who just walked in on a man short-circuiting.”

You shrug. “I’ve seen worse.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Have you?”

“Emotionally, yes.”

He almost grins at that—crooked and reluctant. The reactor hums faintly between you both.

“You should go,” he says eventually. “Before I pass out on your very expensive Italian tile and ruin the aesthetic.”

You stand up slowly and offer him your hand.

For a second, he looks at it like it’s a foreign object—something he can’t quite figure out how to accept. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he takes it. His grip is warm, unsteady. Like he’s not used to being held up by anyone but himself.

You guide him out of the bathroom. Step by step, he leans a little more weight on you than he probably means to. The lights in the room are dim, but you can still see the strain in his features. The way he’s trying to hold himself together.

He sits on the edge of the bed, exhales sharply. “This is humiliating.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re not exactly the poster child for vulnerability, so I’d say this is overdue.”

Tony chuckles—quiet and brittle. “You’re terrifying when you’re right.”

You grab the throw blanket off the nearby chair and drape it around his shoulders. He blinks at that. Not mocking, not sarcastic. Just surprised.

“You don’t have to keep pretending in front of me,” you say, voice soft.

That silence returns thick as smoke. His gaze flickers to yours, guarded and vulnerable all at once. A man who doesn’t know how to let anyone stay long enough to see the damage.

Then he does what he always does.

“Don’t get used to this,” he mutters, slouching back against the pillows like he’s not unwell, like his arc reactor isn’t still glitching in his chest. “I’m usually much more charming when I’m not half-dead.”

You shake your head, but there’s a pull at the corners of your mouth. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot you married,” he murmurs, almost too quietly to hear before his eyes slide shut.

You watch him for a second longer before you switch off the light, and leave the door slightly ajar.

Yep. The idiot you married.

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The next morning

When Tony walks onto the deck, the sun’s just starting to rise over Monte Carlo. The sky is gold, the sea is glass, and the woman he married for optics is hunched over a tablet with the intensity of someone plotting world domination.

You don’t notice him at first.

There’s a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, coffee half-drunk beside, and your hair’s pulled up in a haphazard twist that says you didn’t sleep much—if at all. Your fingers flick rapidly across the screen, lips pressed into a thoughtful line.

Tony frowns.

He’s halfway through deciding whether to announce his presence with a charming quip or a dramatic sigh when you glance up.

“Oh. You’re awake.”

“That’s usually how mornings work.” He approaches slowly, eyes scanning your setup. “What are you doing?”

“Research.”

“Fun,” he deadpans, peering at the screen. “Please tell me you’re planning a hostile takeover of Disney and not looking up palladium toxicity rates.”

You give him a look.

“I said not.”

You tap the screen, flipping it toward him. “I’ve been cross-referencing theoretical element structures with arc reactor stability metrics.”

“This is my idea of foreplay.” He squints.

“Good. Maybe it’ll keep you alive long enough to get lucky.”

Tony lets out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and a sigh. “You’ve been up all night?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” A beat. “It was hard to, after what I saw.”

He leans against the railing, sunglasses already back in place. “Right. That.”

You don’t say that he nearly collapsed. You don’t say you were scared. Just lock eyes with him and say, “We should go back. Soon.”

“You want to leave Monte Carlo? I thought married couples liked to… I don’t know. Day-drink and buy impractical footwear.”

You don’t smile. “You need help, Tony. And you’re not going to find it on a yacht.”

His jaw tenses. He opens his mouth, probably to deflect, probably to dodge..and then looks down at the tablet again.

“You really think you can help me?”

“I think,” you begin carefully, “that you’re too stubborn to admit you need help, and I’m too smart to let that kill you.”

There’s a silence between you crackling, live-wire sharp. His sunglasses mask his eyes, but something in his posture shifts, a sliver of vulnerability still clinging to him from the night before.

“Right,” he mutters eventually. “Well. I’ll tell the captain.”

You watch him walk away then turn back to the screen and keep digging. Because the truth is, you don’t know how this ends. But if he’s going down, he’s not going alone.

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ReynoldsReader drabble idea? Hugh is on an important Zoom call and she walks out buck naked, gets down on the ground and crawls to him slowly while he watches out of the corner of his eye. She gets under his desk and gives him a blow job as he tries to maintain his composure. After his call is done, he punishers her by bending her over the desk and giving her the roughest railing of her lifetime!

Are y’all trying to kill me with these asks? 🫠🫠🫠

Warnings: reader is super bratty in this one, fingering, blowjob, exhibitionism(?), or semi-public sex(?), daddy kink, multiple orgasms, punishment

“Oh fuck, Hugh. Please!”

“What do you do want, princess? I’ll give you anything. Just say the word.”

“Want you to fuck me.”

You and your boyfriend are laying in bed together. Well, you’re lying flat on your back and he’s on top of you. Your hands all over each other. Fully clothed.

But you need to be naked. You need him inside you.

And with the way he’s hastily unbuttoning your blouse, you have a feeling Hugh is going to give you what you want. You’re his princess after all. He’d do anything for you. Even if you were misbehaving and he punished you, you always liked the punishment.

He leaves a trail of kisses all the way from your collarbone to your stomach as he pulls down your skirt. He places a kiss on your clothed pussy, making you shiver in anticipation.

“So wet for me,” he smirks. “Just the way I like it.”

But before he can pull down your panties, the phone rings.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you exclaim.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Hugh sends a wink your way. “I got ya.”

Before you can ask what he means, he answers the phone and says, “Hello?” He sneaks his fingers into your underwear. You moan when a finger enters you, then cover your mouth when he continues. It truly amazes you how he’s able to remain composed and professional while doing something so naughty to you.

“Oh, hi, Matt. How you doing mate?…Oh no, sorry to hear that…When were you thinking?…Now?…Cant be another time?…Alright. I’ll be with you in a moment…Bye!”

He hangs up the phone. You groan when he removes his finger from inside you.

“Why’d you stop?”

“You’re going to hate me for this, darling. That was Matt. Know that meeting I was supposed to have with him tomorrow? Well, something suddenly came up with Ben so we’re gonna have to reschedule. And the only time they’re available is right now.”

You whine in frustration. “But Huuuuuuuugh.”

“Trust me darling, I don’t want to.” He gives you a quick kiss on the nose. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. This is very important.”

He quickly gets up and you ask, “Want me to sit on your cock?”

“Unfortunately this is going to be zoom.”

You reach out and grip his hard cock. “How about I—”

“No, darling,” Hugh chides. “Stay right here. Can you be good for me? Or do I have to tie you up?”

“No. I’ll stay right here.” You’re crossing your fingers behind your back.

An hour goes by. You’re bored. You’ve scrolled through every social media platform and texted every one of your friends. But all you want is your boyfriend inside you. Wanted him to make you cum.

And something has to be done about it.

You head downstairs in only your unbuttoned blouse, bra, and panties. You find Hugh sitting at his desk. He’s deeply engrossed in whatever conversation he’s having with Matt, Ben, and whoever else is on the zoom call. Not paying attention to you.

Well that’s about to change. Your blouse drops onto the floor. Hugh looks over at you curiously, but shrugs it off. He continues talking to the people on zoom. You unclip your bra and pull down your panties.

If he does have a reaction to you being naked, he does a good job of hiding it. But you wonder how long that will last. You get on your hands and knees and crawl towards him. He’s still unaffected. You make your way under his desk. You have to keep your head low but set your hands on his thighs.

You feel two hands clasp down on yours. You can’t lift them up because he’s so damn strong. Hmm what’s a girl to do? How about licking his hand which makes him lift his hands in shock. Then you pull his boxers right down and put his cock right in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue on his tip before you begin sucking. Hugh shudders, but it’s very restrained.

“Everything good, Hugh?”

“Oh yes yes yes. I’m fine, Matt. I’m fine.”

You continue to suck him off until eventually, he ends the call. The moment that happens, he grips your hair tightly and yanks you out from under the desk. His swivel chair rolls back and you can see his face. He’s stern. Dominating over you as you remain on your knees.

He pulls you up by your hair. His grip gets tighter. “What was that, princess?”

“Payback.”

“Payback for what?”

“You promised you’d make me cum. Then you left me there waiting for you.” Your lower lip sticks out and you give puppy dog eyes. “And it was very mean of you Daddy.”

“Well Daddy has a job, princess. And to go distracting me like that? Sucking me off while I have a very important meeting.”

“But I—”

“Impatient little slut.”

“Your impatient little slut. And don’t lie Daddy you enj—”

“You need to be taught a lesson. Right now.”

He lifts some books off the desk and positions you so you’re in front of it. “Ha!” you snicker. “I thought you were so tough, Daddy. Can’t even aggressively swipe the books off—OH!”

He slams your stomach down over the desk. Not to the point where it hurts you, but you still yelp.

“Did you say something, princess?”

Before you can make a cheeky reply, his cock is inside you. He begins moving in and out of you are a fast place. You make a lewd noise. “Shut up!” he says. “If I have to keep quiet while you sucked my dick, you have to be quiet while I fuck you.”

“But…”

“No buts…”

He keeps on fucking you. Hard. And fast. You bite your lip and are digging your fingers into the wood. You may get splinters, but who cares?

He makes you cum over and over again. By the end, you’re a sweaty, babbling mess. Hugh places a kiss to your back and says, “Such a good girl for daddy. Did you learn your lesson?”

“Actually, I got what I wanted. Wanted you to make me cum, and you did just that.”

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Part X: In My Life

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Pairing: Hugh Jackman x F!Reynolds!Reader

Summary: The final hours of 2024 and the first minutes of 2025 are very eventful for you and Hugh.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Forbidden romance. Dad’s best friend. Big age gap (Reader is 28, Hugh is his own age). ANGST. Anxiety/panic attack. Previous toxic relationship. Implied smut.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

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Before You Begin...Surprise! I like to think of this part as a continuation of Part IX. It’s a short chapter but it’s a total doozy.

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There’s only 8 hours left of 2024. You and Hugh are spending it the best way you know how. Ever since he got back from Australia the two of you can’t keep your hands off each other. Your time is spent either fucking against every surface of the penthouse or cuddling while you whisper sweet nothings to each other.

Christmas is rather lovely. It’s just the two of you in your pajamas all day. You both get each other wonderful presents, but your favorite surprise is a trip to Australia. Hugh promises to show you all around and insists that you wear the bikini he got you. It’s not for another year, but it’s still something to look forward to.

But for now, you’re lying right on top of him after having sex with him for the…100th time? Honestly you’ve lost count. You pepper kisses across his glistening chest. You rest against one of pecs, it's soft as a pillow. But before you know it, he flips your positions so he’s hovering above you.

Your chest heaves up and down when you see his lustful but adoring gaze. “I’ve missed you so much,” Hugh says just as he leans down to kiss you.

“Hugh,” you laugh. “You’ve said that at least thirty times since you’ve gotten home. You don’t need to keep repeating it—”

“But it’s true.” He kisses your forehead. “Thought about you all the time.” He kisses both your cheeks. “I love you.” He kisses your neck. “I love you, I love, I love you…”

“I love you, too.” What are you saying? He’s so genuine and you can’t even find the courage to be honest with him. Maybe you don’t deserve him. Maybe you don’t deserve anything good in this world. Maybe his kids hate you and that’s a sign you shouldn’t be with him.

“Hugh.”

“Yes, darling?” He’s taking the opportunity to kiss all over your body. As if he hadn’t been doing that ever since he got home.

“Believe me, I’ve enjoyed…getting reacquainted with you—”

“I have, too, sweetheart,” he mutters against your skin. “Thought about you all the time. Missed you. Every single part of you. Your laugh. Your smile. Your—”

You need to stop him before he begins fingering you while lamenting how much he missed your pussy. Or sucking on your nipple while he tells you how perfect your tits are. If that happens, you don’t think you’ll ever be able to say what you want to say.

Maybe this really is just a friends with benefits situation and not…ah fuck! Stop! you yell at the voice in your head.

“Hugh, we need to talk. It’s important.”

He lifts his head and looks at you with concern. “What is it?” He sits up straight and you follow suit.

“It’s about your kids. You said you were—”

“Oh yes!” he doesn’t need to be told what you’re thinking about. “You sure you want to talk about this now?”

“Yes!” you say with certainty.

“Well, I did in fact tell them.” Hugh sounds like his mouth is full of molasses. Like he doesn’t want to tell you about their response.

“Go on.” You straighten your posture. You need to know the truth.

“Now before I say this, I want you to let me finish. Because it may sound bad, but it’s not really.”

“Ok now I’m concerned.”

“Don’t be.”

“Can you please just tell me?” Your heart begins to pound. You may throw up any moment. May even throw up on your naked lover. Maybe you should. Your relationship is probably going to end anyway. And at least then it would be a memorable story to tell your grandkids.

Your grandkids that you won’t have with Hugh.

Wait, do you want kids with him? Did he even want more kids?

You don’t even know what you want anymore.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” Hugh tells you, “they weren’t happy about it.”

You nod. “Yeah I figured. I gotta ask, what exactly did they say?”

“Oh you know the usual. Disgusted you’re closer to their age than me. I think Ava was hoping Deb and I would get back together.”

You understand what his kids are going through. You were just a toddler when your parents split, but you always hoped there would be some reconciliation. Instead, they ended up with other people. Shortly after the breakup, your mom met Mark, a history teacher at the school she worked at. They were friends for years before he asked her out. They’ve been married since 2011.

Your dad, on the other hand, had a lot of different loves after your mom and it just left you feeling confused. Two years after he and your mom ended things, he began dating a singer named Alanis. They were even engaged before calling it quits. Then shortly after was a brief marriage to Scarlett, but they were done by the time you were fourteen. Then came Blake, who wasn’t that much older than you. She eventually won you over and she became one of your best friends, but it was weird at first.

So you do understand where Oscar and Ava are coming from. And now you’re fully expecting—

“However, after they had a few days to calm down, they said they were willing to give you a shot.”

You blink. You were not expecting anything positive to come out of this story. You thought this would end with Hugh breaking up with you.

You’re relieved. How can you not be? You still love him and you want to make this work. But you get this feeling like you don’t trust him. There’s no way Hugh would lie to you, right? But it’s also hard to believe his kids would be angry at their dad for being romantically involved with a woman close to their age and then be totally ok with it.

He reaches his hand out to rest his hand on your cheek. His thumb caresses your cheekbone as he softly begs, “Please come back to me.”

“I’m here.”

Hugh tilts his head to the side. “Are you?”

“I am.”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind. Please.”

“I don’t want it to come across as…you won’t judge me, will you?”

“Never,” he insists right away. He gathers both your hands in his and he presses them tightly between his. “Talk to me, please. I want to help.”

“You promise you’re telling the truth?”

“I swear on my father’s grave,” Hugh says. He softly rubs your knuckles with his thumb. “Oscar and Ava really were pissed. But they’re willing to give us a chance. And I genuinely do think they’ll come around once they get to know you.”

“It’s just a scary thought.”

“Scary? What’s so scary about it—”

“I’m scared I’m going to lose you,” you blurt out.

His thumb stops its ministrations on your skin.

You continue, “Remember how you said that you didn’t want to drive a wedge between me and my dad? Well, I don’t want to do the same with you and your kids. I can’t do that to you.”

“We don’t need to do that. They’ll love you—”

“But say they don’t.” Tears start to prickle in your eyes. “If they say they can never accept it, would you break things off with me?”

Despite his mouth opening wide to say something, no words escape. He then bows his head in regret.

“You just gave me my answer.” A tear rolls down your cheek as you say this.

You realize you can’t stay here anymore. But you remember the fact that you are naked. You haven’t worn anything the past few days so you have to grab some clothes from your closet. You put on your bra and underwear and everything else as you exit the bedroom. Does Hugh call for you to come back? You have no idea. You’re too busy wiping away the tears, putting on your jacket, and walking out the door.

As soon as you step out, you catch your breath. Almost like you’re running from a monster. What monster? The man you love? The man who was answering honestly. Of course he’d chose his kids over you. That’s what you’d expect. You should have known better. You can’t blame him. You guarantee that if you told your mom or dad that you resented Mark or Blake that they would have ended things. Right?

You can’t be certain. But there’s no time to think. You got to get away. You just start walking. Aside from the questions racing through your head pondering where to go, the crunch of the snow beneath your feet is all you can hear. This is probably so dangerous, but you don’t care. You’ve walked outside at night in cities numerous times.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you spot a bookstore. You smile. This is perfect! You wait for the light to turn green before racing across the street. Your safe haven.

A bell rings as you enter the shop. A girl is working the counter and smiles. You wave at her.

“Can I help you?” she asks.

“No, thank you,” you shake your head. “Just looking around.”

“Well if you need anyth—” Her jaw drops. “Wait a sec, are you—”

“Yes.”

A smile forms across the girl’s face. You look at her name tag and see her name is Tara. “Oh my gosh! I’m such a big fan!”

You feel like someone is sewing your broken heart back together. “You are?”

The girl eagerly nods. “Do you mind if—” She says as she takes out her phone.

“Of course!”

You stand right beside Tara as she snaps a selfie with you. “Thank you so much! I’m such a big fan! You’re kind of a big deal at our book club.”

“Book club?”

“Yeah!” she says. “We saw Jane Eyre last year and loved it! We all agreed no one could have played the part like you. We saw Little Women, too. It’s so insane because Jane Eyre and Meg March are two different characters but you managed to play both!”

As heartwarming as it is to hear this girl praise you, it also feels so foreign. After you broke up with Chad, all you saw on social media was post after post shaming you. His fans were calling you a dumb whore for betraying Chad and insisted that you had been planting stories about him cheating on you to cover yourself up. You deleted all social apps for days after the A Complete Unknown premiere because you didn’t want to see what people were saying.

Now, you’re thankful to have at least one fan.

“Anything I can do to help?” Tara was super bubbly and outgoing before but as soon as she saw who she was talking to, she was meek.

“I’m ok,” you say. “Just want to get away for a little bit. Ya know, escape troubles. Do you ever feel like doing that?”

“All the time!” Tara gasps, like the idea of a famous actress having troubles was a new idea. You didn’t mind though. She seemed very sweet.

“Where would be a good place to start?” you ask.

“Well depends. Are you looking for fiction or nonfiction?”

“Fiction.”

“Second floor!”

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course. If you need something, just let me know. Though probably not because you’re very cool!”

Would it be wrong to admit that your ego always boosts a great deal when someone calls you “cool”?

You make your way up the iron spiral staircase and see a treasure trove of books. You squeal in delight when you see the tall bookshelves. But what excites you the most is an area in the corner. Children are reading books, either laying flat on their stomach or slouched in a beanbag. One mother, with a baby in her arms, tells her older son and daughter to stop running.

You spend the next…you’re not sure how long exploring. You walk up and down the aisles and stop to read the different titles. You spend a great deal of time in the romance and classic literature section, since those are your favorite things to read. They always brought you comfort. They were your chance to escape your fears. You found friends in the characters, and you especially loved the characters you could relate to on a personal level.

What book features a young woman who is madly in love with an older man but has no clue what to do about it?

You count how many books you’re carrying. 8! You realize you’re going to have to get rid of some. You reach into your coat pocket to get your wallet to see how much money you have. Only to notice it’s not there. You won’t be able to get any of them.

You don’t have any money. Or your phone. Holy shit! You gotta get back. You don’t even care if you have an awkward moment with Hugh. When you were 16 and started going out more with friends, your parents always told you to keep your phone with you at all times. You’ve carried that idea with you into adulthood.

You place the books on a nearby table and zip down the stairs (almost tripping in the process) and out of the store.

Suddenly, you collide with someone. You gasp. In rom-coms, this is the part where the meet cute happens. In reality, this is where the woman gets murdered.

“You ok, ma’am?” the stranger asks.

Wait, that’s not a stranger. You know that voice. You look up and see who it is. “Hugh?” You have no idea how you feel seeing him. Are you more sad or angry with him? You can’t recall how you two left things off.

Meanwhile, Hugh lets out a relieved, “Thank God.” He brings you closer into an embrace. You may be wearing a jacket that was keeping you warm. But he’s giving you a different kind of warmth with this hug. One that actually keeps you safe.

He cradles your face in his palm and asks worriedly, “Are you ok? I shouldn’t have let you go running off like that. I’m sorry I thought you had just gone downstairs or something I didn’t—”

“It’s ok Hugh—”

“No, it’s not ok. New York City is scary at night and you didn’t have your phone. I would never forgive myself if anything bad happened to you.”

He brings you closer so your foreheads are touching. His green eyes melt away the fear in yours. You can’t get over how…

“No!” the spell is broken and you push him off of you. “You don’t get to do this. You’re being mean!”

“Mean? Y/N, please tell me what I—”

“Look, I understand you’d choose your kids over me everytime. That’s what I expect. In fact…it makes me love you even more. That you’d put their happiness over yours! And I’m ok with that…I’m ok with doing that because I love you. And I don’t want your relationship with your kids to be ruined. But you don’t get to do this! You don’t get to be all nice to me.” You wipe away the tears with the back of your hand. You sniffle, “It’s already hard enough to let you go!”

You continue sobbing. You look down to try to hide away the tears. It’s no use. The tears keep coming.

“It’s just so much! All the hate, me fighting with my dad, and now you’re going to be gone and I—I—” You can’t get out any other words. Not only does the sobbing continue, but your heart rate picks up. You’re trying to take deep breaths, but it comes out very rapidly.

What’s the technique your dad taught you? It was something with your fingers and toes. Scrunching them up? Did he tell you too do the same to your face? You have no clue. All you can do is try to focus on breathing normally. But it’s no use. You think you’re going to throw up.

“Y/N.”

His voice is cautious. Like he’s talking to an injured baby deer.

You get the courage to look up at him, but he’s blurry. It’s definitely from the tears stinging your eyes. He probably thinks you’re just a stupid cry baby. How many times have you ever cried around him? You flash back to all the times you’ve cried around Chad. It was usually after a fight and he would call you weak.

Because that’s what you are. You’re weak.

You flinch when a hand touches your arm, but you soon relax into Hugh’s touch. He wraps his arm around you. You nuzzle your nose into his chest. You’re no doubt getting tear stains on his winter jacket. You’re about to blubber another apology, but then Hugh places a soft kiss at the top of your head. Though you’re still a wreck, this simple gesture is enough for your breathing to slow down.

“Come on,” he encourages you. “Let’s go home.”

Hugh doesn’t say another word the entire walk home. He just keeps his arm around you and you put yours on his waist. You’re very well aware that this is very much how two people who are dating walk together. And you’re in public. And unlike the previous time you did this when it was close to midnight on Christmas Day, there’s a good chance that somebody may spot you two. But at this point, you don’t care. You just want to have Hugh as close to you as possible.

It may very well be the last time.

By the time you two finally arrive back at the penthouse, the tears are gone. You walk further into the living room until you’re by the window sill. You watch the snowflakes fall down and the city lights twinkle. Your face is puffy and your cheeks are stained with tears, which you wipe away with the back of your hand. You’re certain that now you’re okay. Nothing can make you cry now.

“Sweetheart.”

Damn it! His voice. That Australian accent. The way he talks to you like you’ll break if he speaks any louder than the volume he is talking at now.

You shed another tear and more follow. You’re not certain if it’s just because it’s that time of the month but damn. Your head hurts.

“No, no, no, darling, please don’t cry.” He rests his hand on your shoulder and his chin on the top of your head.

You move forward so he’s no longer touching you. “Sorry. About this. You probably think I’m such a baby.”

“You’re not a baby at all! I’m sorry about what happened back there. I shouldn’t have paused like that. I get it could have scared—”

“But it’s true, right? That you would choose your kids over me.” You realize how that may have come out so you quickly assure him, “It’s not a bad thing. Far from it. Like I said before, it genuinely makes me love you more. I would be devastated if your kids hate you because of me.”

“They don’t hate me.”

“But they probably hate me.”

“No they don’t! All their anger was directed at me, not you.”

You’re still not looking at him when you say, “See! They were angry with you! My relationship with my dad is ruined and I can’t do the same to you and your kids, Hugh!”

Even if he’s standing right behind you, you still manage to walk right past him and flop down on the couch. You bury your face in your hands. You want nothing more than to let out the biggest scream in the world.

Your first boyfriend ended up being a manipulative asshat. It feels like the entire world is against you and the man you’re currently in love with. Why can’t love be as simple as it was in the romance novels and Disney movies you grew up on?

His large hand rests on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Look at me.” You don’t. You can’t. “Please look at me. I want to talk to you.” You finally get the courage to uncover your face. You see him there. Hugh. Your Hugh. He’s on his knees, looking up at you. His beautiful eyes are glassy, but not from tears.

“I’m going to be honest with you because it’s what you deserve to know. But I want you to let me finish. Ok?”

“Go on,” you sniffle.

He sighs. “This is really hard for me to say.”

It’s your turn to comfort him. You place a finger under his scruffy chin. “Go on. I promise I won’t run away or anything like that.”

This is enough to give Hugh the courage to go on. “You’re right in that I would choose my kids every time. I love you, but parents must always put their children first. If you ever have kids, you’ll understand.”

If you ever have kids. If you ever have his kids. It’s something you’ve been thinking about for a while. You always assumed you were going to have kids when you were with Chad. You two talked about it. In fact, it was at the front of your mind when you went to Hawaii with the anticipation of him proposing. But alas that did not happen.

Hugh has already done the whole “raising kids” thing and you’re not sure if he’d want to do it all over again. But honestly. Now you’re conflicted on whether you want kids. You love kids and you love the idea of raising them with Hugh, but if he didn’t want any, that was fine, too. It wasn’t something you needed to feel happy. You’d be perfectly content with raising some dogs or cats.

You’re thankful for this distraction because it’s enough to heal the cut from the dagger that pierced through your heart when he confirmed your suspicions. You know it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but feel selfish and want Hugh all to yourself.

You don’t let any emotion show. You just solemnly nod your head. But Hugh is not stupid. He takes both your hands in his and gives them a firm squeeze. His hands really are huge…

“However,” he continues, “I really don’t think we’ll have to break up because I just know Oscar and Ava will love you.”

You give him a skeptical look. “Did you look into the future or—”

For the first time since you reunited in the streets, Hugh smiles. “No, silly,” he laughs. “I just know my kids better than anyone. They were initially mad, moreso at me than you, but after some time, they agreed to give you a chance. Oscar may be a bit hard to win over. But for Ava, all you need to do is just be cool, which I know you can be—”

“Can be? As opposed to are?” you quirk your eyebrow.

“Well, you are a Reynolds and they are known for being only cool on ocasscion.”

Now it’s your turn to smile. You let out a giggle, “Stop it, Jackman! Look in a mirror and you’ll see what not cool really looks like.”

He ignores the jab. “Anyway, I think just as long as you are cool and don’t try to be their mom, it'll be ok. I can give you tips on how to win them over.”

“But how do you know this will work? You said they want you and Deb to—”

“Deb and I had a good 27 years. Over time, we grew to be more like friends than people in love.”

“Oh no! I’m not jealous at all. Just scared it won’t work out. That I can’t make them warm up to me and then it’ll be over.”

“Well, we’ll worry about that if it happens. But let me tell you something. I spent so long believing my parents would get back together. But no. Mom married someone else and she and my sisters lived in England with her new husband and a new daughter.”

“I just still can’t get over that! Separating you and your siblings up like that!” You place your hand back on his cheek and trace his stubble-covered cheekbone with the pad of your thumb.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Hugh says. “Hated my step-father. Hated my mom, honestly. Not just for leaving us but—it’s why Deb and I waited until Ava was 18.”

“I get that,” you say.

“Gotta ask, did you hate any of your parents’ partners?”

“Eh. Aside from Mark, my mom didn’t introduce me to any of her dates. One of the first things Blake did was get me and my friends to a Taylor Swift concert so she won me over right away. I didn’t really know Alanis that well. I met her on a few occasions after she and dad got engaged, but I was still living with Mom in Canada so I didn’t really form that much of an attachment to her. Same with Scarlett. Didn’t actually get closer to her until after she and my dad got divorced because of Flo.”

“Well, damn! Talk about bad timing.”

You two laugh.

“And you said you hated your step-dad?” you ask.

“Not him persee. Just what he represented. That my parents’ marriage was over. That I couldn’t save it.”

You giggle. “Oh did you and your siblings pull a Parent Trap-esque scheme? Did you and your brothers pretend to be each other so—”

“No I was born because my parents were trying to save their marriage.”

Your smile fades and your heart sinks. “Oh. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have made a joke.”

“It’s fine. You didn’t know.” He bows his head down.

He doesn’t need to say it, but you can tell the idea of being a child only born to mend a tattered relationship has some deep impact on him. You know it’s not the same thing and you shouldn’t be centering yourself here, but you understand how he feels since you yourself went through a lot of repercussions, both internal and external, being “born as a result of two young fools committing a mortal sin.”

You gesture for Hugh to sit on the couch. He’s a bit apprehensive (you’re not sure why), but eventually does so. You crawl right into his lap, place both your hands on his shoulders, and give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Just so you know,” you say sincerely. “I couldn’t be more happy to have you in my life.”

He cups your cheek and says, “Even if—”

“Don’t finish that,” you say. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, darling.” He kisses your lips. “Even if—” You give him a suspicious look, but he continues anyway, “even if there’s a lot of shit going on that needs to be resolved. You’re worth it.”

With every kiss you give each other, every insecurity fades away.

******

“Come on, Hugh! Hurry up!” you call. “The ball’s about to drop!”

“Patience is a virtue, sweetheart! Cider is a crucial part of the New Year’s toast!”

“Well, and so is the kiss!”

“Oh wait we’re gonna kiss? Then why am I getting the cider?”

“Because that’s a crucial part of New Year’s, too! We gotta get all the traditions!”

“So are we clinking and then kissing or kissing and then—”

“Please just hurry up!”

Your attention turns back to the screen. Anderson Cooper points out that there’s only one more minute until midnight. Andy Cohen does everything he can to get the crowd, and people watching at home, hyped up. But you can’t get hyped up. You’re tapping your foot non-stop.

“Here we are princess,” Hugh hands you a glass of cider. “Happy now?”

“You can make it up to me by kissing me.” He gives you a peck on the cheek. “Not yet, silly goose! In less than a minute!”

When the countdown to ten starts, you and Hugh chant along with Anderson and Andy:

“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Your lips and Hugh’s lips smash together. Both of you each have a hand preoccupied with a glass, but that doesn’t stop you from throwing a hand on his shoulder while his tightly grips your waist. The kiss finally breaks apart.

“Happy New Year, angel,” you say.

“Happy New Year, darling,” Hugh replies.

The two of you join in the chorus singing:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne!

 For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne.

We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

You clink your glasses together and take a sip. Then when “New York, New York” begins to play, Hugh extends his hand.

“May I have this dance, Ms. Reynolds?”

You take his hand. “It would be my pleasure, Mr. Jackman.”

He leads you to the center of the living room and places his hand back on your waist. In return, your hand clasps his shoulder and the two of you begin swaying to the music.

“You know I’m going to be singing this song at my Radio City Shows, right?” Hugh asks.

“You are?!” you exclaim in excitement. “I’m so excited for that show by the way! You’re going to crush it!”

“And you’re going to crush it as a late night talk show host.”

“Aww, you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do! Because it’s true.” You turn your head away to hide a shy expression. But then look back up at the man you love when he murmurs against your forehead, “We’re going to get through this, by the way. We’ll be okay.”

“But what if—”

He uses his finger to shush you. “No ‘what ifs.’ We’ll worry about that when it happens. For now, let’s just enjoy our time together.”

You kiss his nose and cheerfully say, “I love the sound of that!”

“Good.” Hugh kisses you again. At this point, the two of you have stopped dancing and are now just fully engrossed in each other. You moan into the kiss.

“Hugh, I need—”

Before you know it, you’re laying flat on the couch. He bends down to kiss you. Before you know it, he’s on top of you.

“Hugh,” you say. “Is this okay? I don’t want you to pull a back muscle or anything.”

“You’re worth pulling a back muscle for.” Before you can protest, he cups your crotch and taps it with his thumb. “All wet for me already, princess. Ready to start the new year with a bang, are we?” You laugh at this cheesy question. But he’s too preoccupied with unbuttoning your jeans and slowly lowering the zipper—

“—it’s crazy Anderson, we’re not even ten minutes into 2025 and we already having a new celebrity couple. And I gotta say, I really hope nobody shows Ryan Reynolds this.”

You and Hugh go still.

Closing thots…MWHAHAHAHA

Didn’t expect that cliffhanger, did ya? Gotta ask, what do you think is going to happen next? Will Rugh’s romance survive the media scrutiny? Or will the public actually be very accepting? We shall have to wait and see.

We’re actually getting close to the ending. There will be 3-4 more chapters + an epilogue. I’m sad this series is coming to a close, but I can’t wait for y’all to see what the final chapters have in store!

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[stark-ironman]

@princessanglophile I need to be sedated 😫

He’s so soft please

[stark-ironman]

sitting on logan's lap, both of you sat near the foot of the bed, logan fucking you as tony kneels between your legs and licks and suckles your clit 😮‍💨🤤🥵 and logan would totally just grab tony by the hair and shove his face closer to your pussy, tell tony to make you cum on his cock

The Unholy Trinity - 2

A/N: I can’t stop writing for these two. They’re just 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Pairing: Tony Stark x Logan x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ seven shades of smutty smut. It’s filth.

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It started slow. It always did with them.

A brush of fingers in the hallway. A look that lingered too long across the dinner table. The sharp scrape of Logan’s jaw against your throat when he cornered you in the kitchen, rough hands splayed over your hips like he was measuring need. Tony had only smirked from the doorway, sleeves rolled up, a glass of scotch in hand, and a dangerous gleam in his eye.

“I leave you two alone for five minutes,” he said, voice all silk and static. “And suddenly I’m the third wheel?”

You didn’t even have time to answer.

Now, the room’s drenched in shadow and want, the sheets kicked down to the floor, and clothes long abandoned in a trail from the hall to the bed. The only things that remain: the pulse between your legs and the way both of them orbit you like you’re something sacred.

Logan’s sitting back against the footboard, thighs spread, holding you like he’s been doing it for a lifetime. His chest is slick against your back, breath hot against your shoulder, arms locked around your waist like he won’t—can’t—let go. Tony’s kneeling between your legs, eyes dark and hungry, arc reactor casting a soft blue glow over your skin. His tongue traces circles that make your thighs twitch, lips wrapping around your clit like he’s memorizing every sound you make.

You’re not even sure who moans first—but it echoes through the room like something primordial.

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Your back is pressed flush against Logan’s chest, thighs trembling around Tony’s head, the three of you tangled at the foot of the bed like a secret you’d never confess out loud. Logan’s cock thrusts up into you slow but deep, a steady, punishing rhythm that makes your entire body shudder with every drag of him inside you.

Tony’s kneeling between your legs, face buried in your heat, tongue working you over like a man starved—licking, suckling, groaning as he loses himself in your taste. His fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you spread just how he wants you, but Logan… Logan wants more.

With a growl, Logan reaches down, grabs Tony by the hair, and yanks him closer—ruthless, like he owns the moment, and maybe he does.

“C’mon, Stark,” he snarls, his voice low and gravelly against your ear. “Make her cum on my cock. You can do that, can’t you? Smart mouth like yours, use it for something useful.”

Tony moans into you—into you—as if the command alone turns him on, and then he doubles down. Tongue relentless, lips wrapping around your clit like a promise, like he’s desperate to ruin you.

You gasp, fingers clenching uselessly in the sheets as your climax builds fast, sharp, and devastating. Trapped between Logan’s strength and Tony’s hunger, you’re helpless—blissfully, gloriously helpless.

And both of them love it.

Your moan gets swallowed by Logan’s mouth on your neck, his lips hot and possessive as he fucks up into you, each thrust a filthy, deliberate claim. You’re straddling his lap like it was made to fit you, back arched, chest heaving, legs shaking.

Tony’s tongue is sin incarnate, flicking, curling, dragging over your clit like it’s a challenge. His hands grip your thighs, one thumb brushing in counter-rhythm as his mouth devours you like your pleasure is the only thing that matters.

Then Logan growls. It vibrates through your spine.

“She’s close,” he bites out, voice wrecked, possessive. “I can feel it.”

Tony hums against your pussy—cocky little bastard—and Logan doesn’t like that smugness one bit. He grabs a fistful of Tony’s hair and shoves him closer, grinding you down on his own cock as he snarls, “You wanna show off? Then make her cum for me. Wanna feel her fall apart while your mouth’s still on her.”

Tony lifts his head just enough to look up at you, eyes dark, face slick, mouth ruined.

“Yes, sir,” he murmurs, low and wrecked, voice shaking with want. “She tastes like fucking heaven.”

Then he’s back at it—tongue flattening, lips wrapping around your clit with greedy worship, and Logan doesn’t stop moving inside you. It’s overwhelming—the fullness, the heat, the hands, the mouths. Your body’s being played like an instrument by two men who know exactly how to break you apart and savor every shattered piece.

Logan’s mouth presses against your ear again, feral and coaxing.

“Let go, sweetheart. Come for us. Let Tony taste it. Let me feel it.”

And when you do—when you cry out and your walls clench around Logan’s cock and Tony groans like he’s the one coming—it’s devastating. You’re shaking, pulsing, riding out wave after wave of pleasure while Tony keeps licking, keeps feasting, like he wants every drop of you.

Logan holds you tighter, hips still rocking up as he moans into your hair. “Fuck—just like that, baby. Gonna fill you up now. You ready for that? Ready to take all of me?”

And Tony? Tony doesn’t stop. He just looks up, flushed and wrecked and whispering against your cunt, “Good girl. So fucking good for us.”

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Your body’s still trembling, held between the two of them like a secret. Logan’s breathing heavy against your neck, chest slick with sweat, arms locked around you like he’s trying to slow the world down. Tony leans back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a man who just had dessert and knows it.

“Well,” Tony says, smug and breathless, arc reactor casting a faint glow over his chest as he smirks up at you, “I’d give myself five stars. Maybe even a Michelin rating.”

“Pretty bold talk for someone who needed a push to do the job right,” Logan grumbles, still buried inside you, voice rough with the edge of leftover hunger.

Tony raises a brow, licking his lower lip lazily. “Didn’t hear you complaining when she nearly screamed your name like it was the second coming.”

You sigh—half wrecked, half amused—and blink at them both. “Are you two seriously having a dick-measuring contest while I’m still impaled?”

“Technically, impaled by me,” Logan mutters, smug as hell, hands gripping your hips again.

“Oh my God,” you groan, “this is hell. Sexy, sweaty, stupid hell.”

Tony reaches up, brushing a thumb over your thigh like he’s touching holy ground. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll redeem ourselves in round two.” His gaze drops, and a dark glint flashes in his eyes. “Maybe it’s time I took a seat.”

You feel Logan’s smirk before you hear it. “Think you can handle that, Stark?”

Tony meets his gaze, cocky and calm. “The real question is—can you?”

You end up on Tony’s lap this time, knees on either side of his thighs, the soft hum of the arc reactor pulsing against your chest as he kisses you slow, hands mapping every inch of you like he’s memorizing. Logan kneels behind you, hands on your hips, his cock already hard again and teasing your slick entrance.

Tony breaks the kiss, lips brushing your jaw as he murmurs, “Let him fuck you while you ride me, baby. I want to feel you fall apart again—right here, in my lap, while I hold you.”

Logan growls low behind you, possessive, hand sliding down to toy with your clit lazily.

“Gonna fuck her slow this time,” he rumbles. “Real slow. Wanna feel her melt while you beg for it.”

You shiver, caught between heat and steel, softness and bite, two men poised to ruin you all over again—but slower, deeper, and with a hell of a lot more filthy devotion.

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You’re boneless, draped across Tony like your spine forgot how to function. Logan’s behind you, still buried, still catching his breath, but his hand’s already running up and down your side in long, grounding strokes. His thumb brushes the base of your neck like he’s making sure you’re still tethered to this plane.

Tony’s fingers trail along your thigh, gentle, like he’s sketching invisible circuitry on your skin. The cocky smirk is gone—what’s left behind is something devastatingly real.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low, head tilted to look up at you. His hand settles over your heart like he’s listening with more than just his ears.

You nod, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “Yeah. I’m more than okay. I’m… thoroughly rearranged.”

Tony snorts. “I do aim to please.”

“Modest, aren’t we?” Logan mutters, but his tone’s warm, teasing—his lips press against your shoulder in a soft, apologetic kiss.

“You need anything?” Logan asks next, the gravel in his voice now melted to velvet. “Water, snack, shower… stretcher?”

Tony lifts a brow. “We do have that medical-grade massage bed downstairs…”

You hum lazily. “I don’t need any of that. Just… stay. Just for a little while.”

Logan shifts slightly, slipping out with a quiet groan and a kiss to your lower back. You whimper at the loss, but he’s already pulling the blankets up, sliding in beside you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Tony adjusts you both, pulling you tighter into his chest, Logan’s heat wrapped around your back. It’s a furnace of affection—two forces of nature pressed against you like shields.

“Your heartbeat’s still going fast,” Tony murmurs, fingers stroking behind your ear. “We short-circuited you, huh?”

You peek open one eye. “You electrocuted me, Tones.”

He grins. “I do have a glowing chest. Comes with certain side effects.”

“You’re both insufferable,” you sigh, melting further between them.

Logan chuckles, lips brushing your hair. “And you love it.”

You don’t respond—not with words, anyway. You just let your fingers find theirs under the blanket, threading them together like it’s muscle memory. And they let you—no jokes, no one-liners. Just silence and shared breath.

For a moment, the world is quiet. And safe. And perfect.

Then Tony speaks again, voice half-asleep and full of mischief.

“Hey, Wolvermean.”

“Yeah?”

“If we do this again…” he pauses, wicked grin returning, “dibs on being in the middle”.

[stark-ironman]

I missed this so much 😫😫😫💖

Part IX: Breathe

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Pairing: Hugh Jackman x F!Reynolds!Reader

Summary: You are determined to make to your relationship with Hugh work even after your dad won't accept the two of you.

Word Count: 12.4k

Warnings: Forbidden romance. Dad’s best friend. Big age gap (Reader is 28, Hugh is his own age). ANGST. Anxiety/panic attacks. Flashbacks and other mentions to a toxic relationship. Mentions of physical abuse. SMUT—Oral sex (m & f receiving). Overstimulation. Fingering. Handjob. Dom/sub vibes. Breeding kink.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tag list: @luv4kook @tezooks @augustisintheair @wolviewade123 @wereallprettybizarre97 @sir-thisisadndserver @just-mj-or-not

Before You Begin...Hey everybody! Sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for your patience. This chapter is...a lot of words lol, but I hope you enjoy it Even if the angst will now be cranked up to 11 But there is still lots of smut, humor, and cameos from A-listers to balance everything out.

One more head's up, this chapter in particular contains panic attacks, anxiety, a toxic relationship, and brief mention of physical abuse & violence.

I don't own Hugh Jackman or any of the real people in this fic. I only own Y/N Reynolds and any other original characters. This is just pure fun and not meant to reflect any of the real life people they are based on. Hope you enjoy!

You don't know what it is about bubble baths, but they always calm you down.

When your parents told you they were breaking up, your dad drew you a bubble bath and you calmed down.

When you auditioned to play Annie or any of the orphans but got cast as a servant, you had a bubble bath and you calmed down.

When your crush Tommy Bouchard kissed your friend during a game of spin the bottle and they began dating afterward, you had a bubble bath and you calmed down.

When you discovered Chad had been cheating on you, you had a bubble bath and you calmed down.

But now, as you sat in the bath surrounded by bubbles, you still felt unhappy.

You couldn't sleep. So you slowly snuck out of bed—and out of Hugh's arms—to draw yourself a bubble bath. It was about 5am. Your eyes were stinging from the lack of rest. You slip your head under the water and can hear the conversation with your dad in your head. You’ve had fights before, but they were nothing compared to this.

Then when you return to the surface, you remember your dad berating Hugh for turning you against him. But then Hugh replied back, “I didn’t turn your daughter against you. You did.”

"Turns out you're an early bird."

Speak of the devil, Hugh is standing in the bathroom doorway, his arms crossed and a sleepy smile on his face.

"Hey, babe," you say sheepishly.

He makes his way over to you. "You're having a bath without me?"

"Didn't want to wake you."

"You could have. I would happily join you anytime. Though I must say, I don't like these bubbles. They’re being a nuisance. Blocking a beautiful view.” He dips his hand in the water. But instead of touching you like you hoped he would, he swishes it around in an attempt to scare the bubbles away.

You laugh and take his hand in yours. You kiss his knuckles.

As you play with his fingers, you ask, “So, about last night…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Hugh! We said…”

“We’ve got bigger problems, sweet girl. Or I do.”

“What are you talking ab…”

You notice the tent in his boxer shorts. You look up at Hugh with a mischievous look in your eyes. Without warning, you give his bulge a squeeze.

“Oh fuck.”

You begin massaging his clothed erection. “How does that feel, babe? Want me to help you out?”

“Yes, but I need to be in your mouth. Now.”

“Fuck, that sounds so nice. Wanna taste your cum so bad. Remember our first night together? When I swallowed?”

“How could I forget? I think about it constantly.”

You grip his hips and bury your face into his crotch. “Want me to do that again? Want me to suck you off?”

Hugh runs his fingers through your hair. “Fuck, yeah I do. Want to spurt my cum into your pretty little mouth.”

Without a second thought, you pull his boxers right down. You hum at the sight of his cock. You give the tip a gentle lick, causing Hugh to shutter. Meanwhile, the taste of his precum motivates you to keep going.

“Naughty,” he tsks.

“Do you want more?”

“You know I do.”

Your hand grips his shaft and you begin to bob your head up and down. You can tell Hugh is enjoying it. One hand pulls your hair, encouraging you to continue, while the other grips your shoulder so he won’t lose his balance.

The hard work you do to please your man helps you forget all your troubles. For now at least.

“Fuck, princess,” Hugh groans. “Feels so go—oh fuck fuck I think I’m gonna…”

You wrap your lips around his member and suck him all the way down to his tip. You let go with a pop. Before Hugh can protest, you do it again.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck OH!”

He finally releases his cum into your mouth. You remove your lips from his cock but leave your mouth wide open for Hugh. You want him to see that his cum is still inside.

“You know what to do, princess.”

You listen. Kind of. Before you swallow, you gather some of the cum from inside your mouth with your middle and pointer fingers. Once the rest is down your throat, you smirk. You place both fingers on your collarbone and slowly drag them down your body. You paint the valley between your breasts with the cum. It’s entertaining to see Hugh’s face. It’s a mixture of stunned and desperate.

“I still need to clean up,” you look up at him with innocent eyes. “Perhaps you could help me?”

Before you know it, Hugh is in the tub with you, licking his cum off you.

Much later, the two of you are clad in your bathrobes with your limbs tangled together on the bed. You rub Hugh’s wet strands of hair between your fingers.

“Ready for round two?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

“Already?” you ask. “I must say I’m impressed.”

“Impressed with what?”

“That a man your age has that much stamina.”

Hugh mocks offense by putting his hand on his chest and gasping dramatically. “You’re saying I don’t have the energy to make you feel good?”

You laughed, “No, I never said that. AH!” you squeal when he pushes you down on the bed.

“I’ll have you know,” your boyfriend gets on top of you, trapping you between his legs, “That I happen to be very good at pleasing women. We have sex at least once a day. You should know this by now, princess.”

“I do.”

“I think you like it,” Hugh whispers. “You like how good this old man makes you feel.” His hand sneaks into your robe and begins to massage your breast. “Isn’t that right? I can make you feel better than any of those stupid guys your age can.”

You know what you should say to him. You know that you should be the responsible one and remind him that you need to have an important conversation about…wait what did you want to talk to him about again?

Who cares? He’s dragging his tongue in circles around your nipple. He’s undoing the knot tying your robe together. His hands are exploring every inch of you.

Finally, you remember! You have to talk to him about what happened last night. How your dad was not happy about the prospect of a romance between you and his best friend.

“Hugh.”

It’s meant to be your way of telling him to stop the fun and games. But it comes out as a whimper. How can you not respond in that way when his thumb is circling your clit?

The serious conversation can wait a little while longer.

“Fuck, Hugh, I…”

“Shh princess. Let me show you that I know how to take care of you. Better than any of those silly boys your age can.”

Your cunt aches even more. You love the reminder of how much older Hugh is than you. Old enough to be your father. A man who’s almost a decade older than my dad is currently finger fucking me.

Hugh moves his fingers in and out of you. “So tight and wet. Perfect.” He’s peppering kisses along your face. Your toes curl and your breathing gets heavier as you feel your orgasm get closer.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. So good for me. Fuck, I love you so much.”

“Love you too I—I feel it!”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Squeeze my fingers. Let me know how this old man makes you feel. Yeah, you like this. I know you do.”

You reach your climax. The familiar wave of pleasure washes over your body. But Hugh isn’t done. He does his usual routine of alternating between his fingers and mouth to bring you pleasure. The entire time, he’s praising you. Cherishing you. Letting you know how sweet you are, both in terms of personality and taste.

An hour later, you’re laying flat on the bed, Hugh’s mouth still devouring your cunt. His teeth graze your clit before continuing to suck on the little nub. You’ve lost count how many times he’s made you cum. If you had to guess, it must be five times with his fingers and four times with his mouth?

Well, now it’s five and five.

By this point, you’ve had ten orgasms in a row, making you exhausted. Your chest heaves as a bead of sweat drips down your forehead. Your pussy is sore and sensitive.

Your eyes open when Hugh’s hand cups your cheek. “How you feeling, princess?”

“Hugh, that was, fuck. You were…”

You giggle. He’s overstimulated you before, but never this much. You can only imagine how much his mouth hurts. And his hands. He gives you a kiss on the lips and you can taste your nectar. You hate to toot your own horn, but you do taste good. No wonder Hugh is so addicted to you.

“So good for me,” he nuzzles his forehead into your neck. “You’re always so good. My good girl.” Your hand rubs up and down his back, the fluff from the robe feels so soft against your fingers.

“What now?” you ask.

“Well, usually at this point, I give you a bath. But we’ve already done that.”

“You can just hold me. Though I do feel like I need some water.”

“Oh good point!” Hugh positions you so you’re comfortable. He places a kiss on your forehead and mumbles, “I’ll be right back.”

You just lay there, still trying to come down from your high. You don’t want this to end. Maybe you can pretend to be sore and tired so Hugh can just spend the rest of the day pampering you. You’ve done it before. On Friday, you had a stressful day so Hugh spent the entire Saturday spoiling you rotten. You went straight into subspace and became so pliant and obedient for him. He’d either be carrying you around and cuddling with you or playing with your pussy.

You wanted more days like that. Maybe that could be today?

But curiosity gets the better of you. You want to see if Flo has texted back. You see her name and a text offering you sympathy. But before you can reply, you get distracted by another notification: a missed call from your mother.

You and your mom usually text and have weekly calls on Wednesdays. Today was Saturday. It must be important. You immediately call her back and anxiously await her response.

“Hello? Y/N is that you?”

“Yeah, Mom. Is everything ok?”

“Well…I got an interesting call from your Dad last night…” Oh shit. “Can you guess what it is?”

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

Ok, you were planning on telling your mom about Hugh soon anyway. But just like with your dad, you had a plan. It was going to be at your usual Wednesday call time and you'd just let it out that you were dating your dad’s best friend.

You really don’t have the best luck when it comes to telling your loved ones about this secret relationship.

“Y/N? Y/N?”

“Wh-I’m sorry. What was the question?”

“Your dad called me last night. He was very upset about something related to you. Want to tell me what it is?”

You gulp. Maybe you could play dumb? No, it’s no use at this point. “Um…is it about my new relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“So Dad told you?”

“He did.”

“And he told you who it is?”

“He sure did. You do realize he’s…”

“Yes, Mom, I know he’s old enough to be my father.” As if on cue, Hugh walked in with the glass of water.

“Not only that, but he’s older than me. By almost a decade.”

“A 28 year age gap isn’t that bad.” Hugh stills when you say this.

Your mom scoffs. “Baby, he was a full grown man by the time you were born. Probably married. And his kids...oh gosh I just looked it up and you're not that much older than his son. Oh, God, what a pig!”

"Hey!" you get defensive. "Don't talk about him like that! Trust me, Mom, you'd love Hugh once you get to know him. He's so sweet and respectful. I initiated the relationship, not him."

"You'd like to think that," your mom says. "But—"

"If you say one word about him being a creep I swear..."

"—I just don't want you to get hurt—"

"I won't get hurt, Mom. I'm a grown woman! I'm smart and can make my own decisions. Unlike you were when..."

You stop. As angry as you are at your mom for calling the man you love a pig, you shouldn't hurt her back.

It's quiet until your mom says, "Oh, I see." She doesn't sound angry anymore. Her voice trembles. "Maybe I didn't...maybe I wasn't the best role model for you."

"No, Mom!" you quickly insist. "You're the best mom I could have asked for!"

You were conceived soon after your mom graduated from high school. She went to visit your dad on set for some TV show. They had been friends for years and decided to lose their virginities to each other. Nine months later, you entered their world bringing chaos and love with you.

Despite the fact that they were barely adults when she had you, your mom and dad did everything they could to raise you. Your paternal grandparents, who took her in after her parents disowned her, taught them everything about taking care of a child.

It remains silent. You open your word to try to defend yourself, but nothing.

When you hang up, you drop the phone and bury your face in your hands. For some reason, you can't cry. It's not really that you're sad. You're more in shock. Twenty four hours ago, everything was perfectly fine. Now, there was argument after argument hitting you like a train.

Hugh keeps his distance as he softly asks, "Y/N, are you okay?"

You lower your hands. "What do you think? How could I be so stupid?"

"You're not stupid, love." He places a hand on your knee. "Far from it."

"I'll be honest, I was excited to start telling more people," you tell him. "Was ready to shout from the rooftops that I love you."

Hugh chuckles. "Well, you still can."

You laugh back. "Not yet."

"Well, look at it this way. Your parents know. I feel like those are the two biggest ones, besides my kids. I may tell Oscar and Ava on the trip to Australia."

"Oh god, they are not going to like it."

"They probably won't. But that doesn't mean they won't come around to it eventually. I'm choosing to be optimistic about it."

Yeah, like the way I was optimistic that my dad would accept us? Ha! Look how that turned out.

You don’t say this to Hugh of course. You fear it may start a fight. And currently your dad and mom hate you. You don’t know what you’d do if you lost him, too.

******

You never realized how big Hugh’s penthouse is until it’s just you in it.

You miss him. He’s off spending 3 weeks in Australia with his kids. He’ll be back on the 23rd just in time for Christmas which you are thankful for. But that doesn’t make you miss him any less. The different time zones are such a bitch.

But you got two things to look forward to:

Timmy is going to be in New York City for the premiere of A Complete Unknown. Since Kylie can’t make it, he’s asked you to be his date. You enthusiastically agreed. Even if you’ve never been the biggest Bob Dylan fan, you’re always eager to support your friends.

Something else big that’s happening is James’ tenth birthday. You won’t be going to her birthday party for obvious reasons, but she’s going to be spending the night with you. You promise her 24 hours of pedicures, movies, and girl talk.

But you remember today’s date. December 13th. How could you forget?

You grab your phone and quickly dial the number of who you want to talk to.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tay!”

“Oh my god. Y/N! Hi!”

“Is now a good time?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Happy birthday!”

“Aww, you’re the sweetest!”

You and Taylor had been good friends for years. You met her through Blake and just like that, you became three peas in a pod. The three musketeers. The Schuyler Sisters. Name the famous trio, that’s what you were. You did everything together. Shopping, cheering on the Chiefs at the Super Bowl, and several concerts and movie premieres.

You spend the next few minutes just catching up. But then Taylor says, “We need to get together again! Maybe do another girls trip? Or a summer trip to Rhode Island? Just the three of us. Or maybe Travis and your dad can come along.” She mischievously adds, “I may or may not have someone I think you’d be so cute with. He’s really sweet. The exact opposite of You Know Who. But if you’re not ready to date I…”

You don’t really hear the rest of what she says. How could you when the idea of you never speaking to your dad again consumes your mind? It’s been more than a month since he found out about you and Hugh. This is the longest you two have gone without speaking to each other. The last time being when you were eleven and he couldn’t make it to your birthday party because of a filming conflict. But he made it up to you by taking you on a trip to Disney World.

Now, you have no idea how he’s going to make it up to you.

“I’m currently dating Hugh. As in Hugh Jackman. My father’s best friend.”

Taylor stops talking. You don’t mean to say it out loud. It was supposed to remain inside your head. Maybe it was the longing for everyone to know? Or at least everyone you cared about. You were fine with the media not knowing anything for a while.

Your friend doesn’t say a word. Instead, she begins laughing. “That’s a good one, Y/N.”

Oh, Taylor thinks it’s a joke? Maybe you can play it off as that? No, you can’t do that. You gotta tell her.

“It’s not a joke, Taylor.”

“What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean ‘what are you talking about’? I’ve been seeing Hugh for a few months now. I really like him. Love him.”

“But isn’t he…”

“Yes, he’s my dad’s best friend. Yes, I’m closer to his kids’ ages than I am to his. No, I don’t care because I’m in love with him plus the sex is great. Any more questions?”

As the silence goes on, the guilt grows. It’s Taylor’s birthday after all. Was now really the time to reveal this bombshell to her?

“Sorry, Tay. I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it’s fine. I—I’m just a bit concerned that’s all. It hasn’t been that long since You Know Who broke your heart. Are you really ready for another relationship?”

“I think I am. I’ve been going to therapy and I think it’s helped a lot. Hugh was actually the one that encouraged me to go.”

“Well that’s good. And your dad?”

“That’s a bit complicated. Funny story actually. Well now it’s funny. Hugh and I were planning to tell him ourselves at a dinner at his house, but fucking Chad came by. He wanted me back. Long story short, he’s the one that ended up telling my dad about me and Hugh. It was such a mess, holy shit.”

“You know, Y/N, the offer for me to write a song about Chad is still on the table…” The two of you share a much needed laugh. “Look, you’ve been through so much. I feel like I can say this now but Chad was just the worst. I always knew you could do so much better than him. And Hugh’s a good guy. If he makes you happy, so be it.”

This warms your heart. It’s good to know that she and Flo are rooting for you and Hugh. Blake actually seems to be warming up to the idea. She texted you the other day to say she was trying to do everything to convince your dad to call or text you. When you asked why he hasn’t, she replied back, “He said he'd only do it if you agree to stop seeing Hugh.”

You catch up with Taylor for a few more minutes. You wish her happy birthday one last time, ask her to say hi to Travis for you, and the call ends.

Later that night, you and Timmy pose on the red carpet together. You look way too overdressed next to him, with your silver bodycon dress and him with his beanie, scarf, and leather jacket. You picked this because it reminded you of a stone...or should you say... "like a rolling stone." Timmy wore this because...well you weren't sure.

As you two posed together, fans shouted from the side, "We love you!" and "Dump Kylie for her!" You had known Timmy since 2018 when you did Little Women together. And in late 2020, you got to know each other even better when you played lovers in a movie.

While the press tour for that movie was a lot of fun, when it was over, you and Chad got into a heated argument.

"I saw you with him! You were flirting with him! Right on fucking camera!"

"First off, it was not flirting. Second, it's a press tour, Chad. You should know that on press tours, the actors have to act like they're besties. And of course Timmy and I are friends, but..."

"Don't fucking lie to me! You're cheating on me with him, aren't you?"

“No Chad, I—”

The fight went on for hours. A lot of ugly stuff was said and at one point. It was a tug-of-war back-and-forth. At one point, you thought Chad was going to hit you. But he never did. He'd never hurt me like that, he'd never hurt me like that.

You told yourself this every night, unaware that Chad was always hurting you, even if he never hurt you physically.

You scold yourself for getting lost in your memories. Now is not the time to dwell on the past. You make sure to grin extra wide, showing as much teeth as possible. You don’t care if it looks fake. Anything it takes to hide the pain inside you.

Because something else occurs to you: this is your first red carpet event since your breakup with Chad. Last time you appeared at an event like this was the Oscars last March. Nearly a year ago. Barbie had gone home empty handed, but that didn’t stop you and the rest of the gang from celebrating at the after party. Chad was there and he was in one of his better moods.

You could already see the headlines that’d show up tomorrow: “Y/N Reynolds Makes First Public Appearance Since Breakup With Chad Palmer.” Then you start to remember the misogynistic tabloids. You change the position of your arm being around Timmy’s back to resting it on shoulder.

You’re not in the mood to deal with rumors spreading that you’re encouraging him to cheat on Kylie with you. And the tight dress isn’t doing you any favors.

“You good?” your friend asks you quietly.

“Yeah,” you lie.

As soon as the photographers tell you they just want a photo of Timmy, you nod and walk off. You walk as fast as your heels will allow. Maybe you’re not suited for the life of a movie star after all, because you’ve been in the industry for a decade and you still very much prefer flats.

You lock yourself in the bathroom. You lean against the sink so you can catch your breath. You feel like you could throw up. You just know both the tabloids and the “fans” are going to overthink something you do. Actually, all you did was stand there and look pretty. You basically did nothing. Yet they’ll still find something to hate about you. They weren’t on your side after the breakup, there’s no way they’d be by your side now.

It was times like this where you wished your dad was here. He, too, has had anxiety since he was a child. He was the one who helped you through it. When you were seven, you were playing Little Red Riding Hood in your school play. It was your first lead role, and you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t good enough. Mainly because everybody was convinced that you stole the role from Alison Hargrove, who was often considered the best actress in your class.

“Daddy, I can’t go out there. They should get Alison to do it.”

“No, no, no, Butterfly. You were born for this. You’re gonna kill it.”

“I can’t do this. I can’t! What if I mess up the lines? Then the whole class will hate me!”

As you started to cry, your father brought you into his arms and hugged you tightly. “Shh, there there, Butterfly. Daddy’s got you.”

He puts his hands on your tiny shoulders and says, “Can I tell you a secret, Butterfly?” You nod. “I always get nervous before I perform in front of the camera.”

“You do?” By that point, while your dad wasn’t the A-lister he is today, he had still acted in plenty of movies and TV shows. He was experienced. So to hear him admit that he gets nervous, too, was terrifying.

“But you’re an adult. Adults don’t get nervous.”

“They sure do. Being nervous is a normal thing. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of. And there are plenty of ways to help.”

“Like what?”

“Want me to show you?” You nod. Your father stands up straight, you do the same. You stick your head up high and puff out your chest.

“So what you’re going to do is clench your fists…” You do just that. “…and curl your toes…” You do that, too. “And squint your eyes and scrunch your face really tight.” You giggle at how silly his face looks when he does that. “Can’t go making me look like a fool, butterfly. Scrunch your face super super tight.” You do it.

“Now continue squinting and clenching and curling. Do it really tight. Maybe even grunt a little bit.” You do it like your life depends on it. “Ok, now, stop doing it.”

You listen to your dad and, just like that, your body slowly starts to relax. You’re amazed. “It’s working!”

“You know what that does? It takes all the negative energy into one place so it’s easier to release when you finally let go.” That may not have been exactly what it did, but whatever it was, it helped you. “Just do that when you’re feeling anxious, ok? And I’m always here if you need to talk.”

“Love you Daddy!”

“Love you, too, Butterfly!” You hug each other tightly.

You look at yourself in the mirror. You’re no longer the seven-year-old girl who doted on your dad and always felt like you could go to him with anything. More than two decades later, you’re a woman in her late 20s who started seeing his best from behind his back.

You like to think it isn’t your fault your fault. You can’t help who you fell for. But why can’t he just accept that you love Hugh and he loves you? Your dad witnessed how toxic your relationship with Chad was. He encouraged you to leave him several times, saying you’d find someone who loves you.

Well you did. And your dad won’t accept it.

You jump at the sound of a knock. “Y/N, everything good in there?”

It’s your friend. He sounds super concerned.

“Don’t worry about me, Timmy,” you shout back. “I’ll be fine!”

“Look, if you want to leave, I would understand. I can call an uber back to where you live and you wouldn’t need to…”

“No it’s ok,” Y/N says. “Sorry I’m ruining your premiere.”

He laughs. “You really think I care about a stupid premiere? I’ve had many premieres before, and I’ll have many premieres after. I’m ok with this being ruined.” You have a much needed giggle at his poor choice of words. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

“No, it’s ok,” you say. You open the door, and he brings you into another hug.

“Look, I get it if you don’t want to talk about it,” Timmy says, “but I’m here. Or if you want me to call your dad or—”

You just decide to be honest and spill out, “I’m not on speaking terms with my dad.”

Timmy’s hand that was rubbing up and down your back stops. He faces you and says in shock, “Wha…”

“Yeah,” you say. “He doesn’t like my new boyfriend.”

You didn’t think it was possible for Timmy’s eyes to get any bigger, but they did. “I didn’t know you were dating again!”

“Yup,” you say. “Fairly recent.”

“Well it’s good news and everything, but not too soon?” You shake your head. “Well, who is it? Someone famous?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, let’s see. Do I get any other hints?”

“Hmm. It’s someone older.”

“Older? Someone you’ve done a movie with?”

“No.”

“Ok, so it’s not Pedro Pascal…”

“But my dad has done a movie with him.”

“Oh? Hmm it can’t be Hugh Jackman, right? Because that would…” Timmy stops talking when he sees your face. “Oh! Well shit.” You nod. “You weren’t kidding when you said he was older.”

“Yup.”

“Wait when did the first X-Men movie come out?”

“Um…I think it was 2000?”

“So you were four the year he had his first big Hollywood movie.”

That’s a new one. You’ve heard “he’s older than your dad” and “his kids are the same age as you.” But never…that. That made you feel young. And if Hugh heard that it would probably make him feel old.

Yeah…you’re not going to tell him.

“So how? What? Where? When? Why?”

You tell him everything you told Taylor earlier today. This will probably be the exact same thing you’ll tell all your friends. Who’s next? Saoirse? Anya? Austin? Tom? Zendaya? Will they react this way?

Come to think of it, it’s hard to tell what Hugh’s reaction is.

You hesitantly ask, “So…what do you think?”

“Well, I’ve met Hugh a few times. Including during an actors round table. And Jim has talked about him quite a lot and…”

“Jim?”

“Mangold. The director.”

How had you missed that connection? The man who directed Hugh in Kate and Leopold and two Wolverine movies was the director of the movie you were currently at the premiere for.

“Oh.”

“And personally, my experiences have all been positive. And Jim speaks of him fondly. So it’s good he’s a nice guy at least. Unlike a certain someone I know.”

“Oh really? Who could that be?” you ask sarcastically. “Timmy T?” Timmy just shakes his head and laughs. “Or is his name Lil Timmy Tim?”

You’ll never forget when Saoirse showed you and Florence that video on the set of Little Women. You two couldn’t help but rap “Statistics” whenever he walked by. Even 6 years after that fateful day you watched that video, you make sure to tease him at every opportunity.

“Anyway…” Timmy turned the conversation serious again. “Hugh does seem nice. I’m just not sure about the age gap you know. And your dad obviously doesn’t like it.”

“The age gap surprisingly doesn’t bother me. And if my dad can’t accept us, it’s his loss.”

“What about your little sisters and brother?”

“I’m not sure they know about it. My guess is, considering my dad just told my mom about it without talking to me…”

“He did that?” Timmy is surprised.

“Yup. So it wouldn’t surprise me if he did that with my siblings, too. And I fear he’s trying to taint their minds. I’m not worried about James though. She’s smart. Inez, too. And Betty…she’s made it very clear she owns Hugh.”

“Owns him?”

“She’s obsessed. And Olin is still young obviously. Almost two”

“Better watch out, he may turn Olin into #2 Hugh hater. #1 being your dad of course.”

“Oh really? I never would have guessed.”

“He’ll do it with some good old-fashioned anti-Hugh propaganda.”

“What would that include? Watching Movie 43 and Pan?”

You two laugh. Then you tell Timmy you’re feeling better and are ready to step out onto the red carpet again. You hear a ping. Your friend thinks it’s his at first but then you say, “Oh! It’s mine! Got a message from Hu…”

You’ve seen plenty of photographs of Hugh over the past few days, all of them had made you miss him. Some were taken by the paparazzi, like him going for a dip in the beach and him sitting with his legs crossed and you could see his thick thigh. It frustrated you not only because you wanted him beside you again, but you wanted nothing more than to play with the hairs on his chest and ride his thigh. You’re still proud of yourself for making him cum in his pants when you gave him the birthday lap dance, you want to do it again.

But of course there were the more wholesome photos. And those were the ones he sent to you and only you. A selfie on a boat. A snap of him and his friend in a bookstore. He even sent you a video of him showing you copies of Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre. He knows you so well.

Well, now he’s sent you a selfie. In a pool. He has that wide grin on his face. His curly hair, which he has been growing out, is slicked back and the white in his beard is visible. Those chest hairs you love are floating in the war, though it’s hard to tell which is the hair and which is the shorts.

You don’t care. You just stare at the screen stunned. You’re not even sure what to think. Overall, you’re mad. Mad you’re not with him right now. He knows just how to get you riled up. He’s doing this on purpose. He knows who you belong to.

“So what did Hugh se…” You put your phone away immediately when your friends says this. He was looking over your shoulder.

“Um…how much of that did you happen to see?”

“Enough to understand why you keep coming home to him.”

“Oh, fuck off, Chalamet!”

******

As much as he adores New York City, Hugh loves coming home to Australia. Especially in the summer. There was something so peaceful about it. It was away from all his troubles. He had been photographed by the paparazzi many times during his stay, but that didn’t matter. He was home.

Or was he?

He stared at his phone screen for a long time. Looking at the photo he had sent you. You hadn’t responded. She’s probably busy, he tells himself. He opens up Instagram and the first thing he sees is you and Timothée posing on the red carpet together.

Fuck, he’s getting hard. The way that dress hugs your figures and accentuates your chest. He can’t wait to get home. He doesn’t care how tired he is. He’s going to get his dick back inside you as quickly as possible.

Hugh knows he shouldn’t look at the comments. But he does anyway. To his relief, all the comments about you are positive, with fans praising you for your return to the red carpet and calling you a queen. Hugh chuckles at one that says, “Chad who?”

He’s very much relieved to see so many comments supporting you. But there is a handful that support something else: a relationship between you and your friend Timothée.

“Are they dating?”

“How cute would they be together?”

“Imagine this. Timothee has been comforting his friend in her breakup and they have a friends to lovers type situation. Sounds like a real life rom-com!”

Hugh isn’t jealous of Timothée. He knows you love him. But maybe that’s a problem. Maybe you need someone closer to your age. Someone that wouldn’t cause controversy. Someone you could grow old with. Someone…

No! Don’t think this! She loves you. You love her.

But Hugh can’t help but notice how this is the first time in a while you were receiving love. You talked on the phone for hours about how nervous you were to go to the premiere. That’s part of the reason why he sent that pool selfie. To distract you. To be the silver lining.

Maybe I’m not her silver lining?

“Dad!”

He hears his daughter’s voice. Ava walks out of the beach house wearing a modest bathing suit, sunglasses, and a hat protecting her from the blinding. She has her earphones in but is still paying attention to her father. Hugh smiles. She’s no longer the toddler he used to carry on his shoulders. She’s all grown up.

“Hey, sweet pea! Listening to music.”

“Yeah,” she replies as she takes out the earphones.

“What are you listening to?” When Ava doesn’t give an answer, Hugh says, “Uh oh. Does it have a lot of swear words? Or do you not want to admit that you’re listening to The Greatest Showman?”

Ava sits at the edge of the pool right by her dad. “No. I only listen to good music.”

Hugh gives her the death glare. “Do you not want your Christmas presents, missy?”

“Well,” his daughter leans in closer as if she’s sharing a huge secret with her dad, “if only you could hear Oscar last night. He stayed up all night talking to his girlfriend.”

As if on cue, Oscar walks out. He’s laughing with whoever he is on the phone with. Hugh looks at his daughter. She’s about to set her evil plan into action. After her brother hangs up, she sings:

“Oscar and Cynthia sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N…”

Oscar covers his younger sister’s mouth. “Oh shut up.” Hugh is about to reprimand his son, but remembers he’s an adult so it’s not his place anymore.

Ava continues to tease her brother about his new girlfriend even more. But all that Hugh can think of is how great everything seems. Oscar has a girlfriend. Ava is in college and is doing well. He and Deb are in a good place.

And you.

Hugh watches Oscar and Ava. The two most important people in his life. While he’s certainly livid with Ryan for treating you like a child, he also understands. He’s imagining if he were in a similar situation. If Ava were to tell him she was in love with a man older than her own dad.

Come to think of it, if Hugh knew about his daughter’s romance but her mom didn’t, he would tell Deb. So maybe Ryan was in the right to call your mom.

Point being, he knows that no matter what, Oscar and Ava aren’t going to be happy about it. How could they? You aren’t that much older than Oscar.

But it has to be done.

“Kids, I have to tell you something.”

******

Blake dropped James off at the penthouse. The now 10-year-old dropped her duffle bag down and ran into your arms.

“There’s my birthday girl!” You spin her around and exclaim. She’s not the toddler you used to give a piggyback ride to, but she’s still lightweight and you can pick her up.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Blake tells her daughter to listen to you and that she’ll pick her up tomorrow at 11 a.m. As soon as the door is shut, you say, “Finally, we’re all alone,” in a maniacal witch voice.

James crosses her arms and says with pride, “Yeah, nice try. You can’t scare me. Inez and Betty are scaredy cats. I’m not.”

“Oh is it because you’re double digits now?” you walk closer.

“Yes. The oldest is always the bravest.”

“Technically I’m the oldest so therefore I’m the bravest.”

“Oh right! Then…um…I’m the…I still don’t get scared.”

A long silence. You wait for your sister to budge but James still stands there with that posture, looking up at you. Surely nothing could…

“BAH!” “Ahhhh!”

James is proven wrong.

You two spend the rest of the day in total bliss. You head down to Bryant Park and walk through the Christmas market. James wants a crepe all to herself, but you suggest that you share it. When she sees that the crepe is bigger than her head, she realizes this is the right call. The two of you even go ice skating. You must admit that it’s a little bit embarrassing that your 10-year-old sister is more graceful on the ice than you are at 28.

What follows is a stroll down Fifth Avenue to admire the beautiful Christmas shop displays. You point to an animatronic of a polar bear and say, “Hey, doesn’t that look like Dad?”

“I’m telling him you said that.”

Normally, you’d laugh it off. But you wonder, considering your dad is mad at you, how he would even react. Would he think you were poisoning James against him the same way he believes Hugh is poisoning you against him? Maybe you shouldn’t have made that joke.

After a delicious lunch and frrrozen hot chocolate at Serendipity’s, James says she’s tired so you decide to take a cab back to the penthouse. The minute you plop down on the couch, your sister asks, “Can we do our nails now?”

Truth be told, you’re way too tired for that. But you can’t say no to the puppy dog eyes she’s giving you. You run up to your bedroom to get the nail polish bottles. You grab a few different colors before coming back down.

“Toes? Fingers? Toes and fingers?”

“Toes! For now at least. Maybe you can do my fingers if I’m in the mood.”

“And Dad and your mom said it was ok?” You don’t want to get more in trouble with your dad than you already are.

“Yes. Mom approved.”

“Did Dad?

“No, but he’s probably chill with it.”

Chill with manicures and pedicures. Not so much with new love interests.

James picks a cherry red. She sets her foot on your knee and you begin. You’ve become quite the expert when it comes to putting nail polish on.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“Sure, Pixie,” you say, still paying attention to painting her toenails with a festive color.

“I’m just sad. That’s all.”

You stop. You go into protective big sis mode and see James’s face. She’s not crying or anything. But she does look remorseful.

“Sad? Why are you sad? Need me to call your mom?”

“No! I don’t want her to know.”

You twist the cap of the nail polish back on and say, “James. If it’s serious I have to tell her. Or Dad.” You and your dad aren’t on speaking terms. But you’d let that go just to tell him if something is bothering James.

“It’s about Mom and Dad though.” You become more alert at this. “They’ve been fighting a lot recently. And I’m scared they’re going to get a divorce!”

You sigh. Your parents broke up when you were very young, much younger than James is now. But you’ll never forget when they sat you down and told you: “Butterfly, there’s going to be some changes. Mommy and Daddy won’t be living together anymore.”

You had no idea your dad and Blake were having marital problems. You hope it didn’t have anything to do with you. If you were the cause of them breaking up, you’d never forgive yourself.

James confirms your fears: “Mom keeps saying you and Uncle Hugh should be happy together. Keeps trying to get Dad to talk to you. But he won’t unless you break up with Uncle Hugh.”

Your heart drops right down into the pit of your stomach. You knew it, but you refuse to believe it.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you put a hand on your sister’s shoulder.

“It’s ok. I was listening at the stairs so I know. Inez knows, too. So does Betty.”

Oh, great! Of course your sisters were going to find out eventually, but you hoped they wouldn’t find out like this. You give James the biggest hug ever.

She sniffles, “I just wanna go back to being a family again!”

Your heart shatters. You’ll never forget holding baby James in the hospital. You were just 18-years-old when you became a big sister. But you didn’t feel any jealousy or need to attempt to ship her away to Antarctica. (Something Betty recently attempted to do to Olin)

Instead you told the little girl, “I’m gonna protect you.” Your dad told the story of how he said these exact same words to you after you were born. Your mom had to have an emergency c-section because the labor wasn’t progressing. He thought he’d lose you both.

“Dad misses you,” James says quietly. “And when I asked him if he’d ever talk to you or Uncle Hugh again, he said he wasn’t sure. Will we ever see him again?”

You’re honest with her: “I’m not sure, James. I’m not sure.”

You wipe her tears away and tell her that no matter what happened, you would always love her, Ines, Betty, and Olin. And you’d never stop seeing them. Even if the mood is somber now, you try your best to distract her.

And it actually works. You finish up with her toes and she does next. She’s a little bit messy putting the dark green on, but it’s the thought that counts. You have an animated Christmas special marathon, watching Rudolph, Frosty, The Grinch, Charlie Brown, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and The Year Without a Santa Clause. The classics.

Then out of the blue, James asks, “So if you and Uncle Hugh get married, do I have to stop calling him Uncle Hugh?”

You’re drinking a cup of tea when she says this. Whether it’s the concept of you and Hugh getting married soon or that you realize how awkward it would be for you to marry someone your siblings call “uncle”, you don’t know. Either way, you spit out the tea before you can choke. Yet you still cough.

“Married? Who said anything about getting married?”

James’ smile fades. “Oh I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, Pixie. It’s just we haven’t been seeing each other for very long.”

“But do you know? Mom said she knew Dad was the one for him very early on. Is Uncle Hugh the one for you?”

Oh, shit. Your little sister is smart.

But seriously, you start to get scared.

Your reaction should be, “Yes! I’m certain he’s the one!” But instead it’s “Is he?” Is that a sign of something? A sign that you’re wasting your time with a man and ruining your relationship with your father for nothing?

Instead of giving James an answer, you say, “Let’s just finish the movie.” You turn back on The Year Without a Santa Claus. But you can’t even enjoy the Snow Miser and Heat Miser songs because all you can think about is the future.

******

You hope the feeling will go away. But as soon as Blake takes James home, without the distraction, it’s worse than ever. You exhale, but the negative energy won’t leave.

How could you think like this? Hugh has been nothing but sweet to you. Maybe if you called him? No, you can’t do that. He needs to enjoy a lovely vacation with his kids.

Holy shit, what if his relationship with his kids is ruined? They’ll never want to talk to him again. They’ll despise you for ruining any chance of their parents getting back together.

Actually, maybe Hugh and Deb should get back together. You know nothing about her, but she has her life put together. She’s 13 years older than her ex-husband while you’re two years away from 30 but not very wise.

No! No! No! Hugh won’t abandon you if things get rough. But what if that’s a lie? What if he’s just like Chad. 

No he isn’t. 

Yes he is.

No he isn’t.

Yes he is.

At this point, the affirmations and put downs are having a war. You feel like you’re going to throw up. Tears threaten to pour out of your eyes and onto the floor.

Stupid girl, you tell yourself. Why are you getting so worked up over nothing?

You need someone to talk to. You don’t want to bother Hugh, especially if the root of your problems is the insecurities regarding your relationship. You don’t know what the situation regarding your mom is. Would Blake or Flo or Taylor or Zendaya or Tom or Austin or Timmy or Anya or Saoirse be available? Would they understand?

Truth be told there’s only one person you want to talk to. The person you always went to when your anxiety was bad.

Your father.

At this point, you’re desperate. You don’t care if he chastises your relationship or whatever. You need to talk to him. You hastily dial his number and wait for a response. Maybe he’s busy. Blake may have mentioned a meeting with 20th Century Fox regarding…

“Y/N, oh my god! Is everything ok?”

Suddenly, you’re snapped back into reality. What are you doing? Your father’s voice usually brought you comfort, but now, it makes you feel sick. Not because of how he’s been acting lately. But because his voice sounds so…relieved. But worried. It shatters your heart.

“Hello? Y/N?”

How could you do this to him? He probably thinks you and Hugh have broken up and you’re going to come crawling back to him. You hang up and drop your phone to the side. You bury your face in your hands. What am I doing?

******

Luckily for you, the next few days are better. You’re going to work every single day. You and the network decide to delay the release of your show to early May and you couldn’t be happier about that. Gives all of you more time to prepare and book guests in advance.

When you’re in the taxi on the way home, your phone buzzes. You see it’s Sabrina. As in Sabrina Carpenter. She’s a friend of yours who you originally wanted as your musical guest, but she had a conflict. What could she want? Telling you she’s available now? Or just wanting to chat?

“Hey, Sabrina!”

“Hi, Y/N. Is this a bad time?”

“No! Not at all! Was just on my way back from work. What’s up? Good news or bad?” She usually texts you when there’s good news (like when she was nominated for several Grammys) or bad news (like when she told you the news that she and Barry had broken up or when she offered her condolences to your and Chad’s relationship).

“Great news!” Sabrina said. There was some noise in the background on the call. She was either walking in the middle of a busy street or preparing for another performance. You know how I was supposed to perform at the Hollywood Bowl the day of your show?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it got canceled! So that means I’m in!”

You squeal in delight. Sabrina squeals back. If it hadn’t been for the fact that you were seated in a cab, you’d jump up and down. Not only are you excited that you have a musical guest booked, but it’s Sabrina! You haven’t seen her in ages. She’s been so busy with her tour lately, and when she played in New York City, you were still living in L.A.

God, you’ve only lived in NYC for a month but it feels like a lifetime.

You and Sabrina chat for a little while longer, making plans to spend time together. A few of your other friends are planning to come. You talk about the possibility of a girls night. Or seeing a Broadway show. Or going shopping in Times Square or on Fifth Avenue. Or just taking a stroll through Central Park.

You realize you should probably call the studio to say that Sabrina is game, so you reluctantly hang up. You thank the cab driver and pay him before stepping out. You’re still on the phone as you step in the elevator.

“Great news on Sabrina,” Mr. Montrose, the executive producer, says.

“Agreed, Mr. Montrose,” you say. “We just need to figure out the guests I’ll talk to. Sabrina can be one. Let’s see, who else?”

“It’s up to you, Reynolds! It’s your show!”

“Yes, but I’m not sure how—”

“My advice is to look at what actors have movies or television shows airing around that time. April. We got The Last of Us coming out. Or Thunderbolts. Do you have connections with any of those people?”

“I do! Florence is my good friend. We talk weekly. And Pedro and I starred in a movie together and we keep in touch. I can contact both of them. Or just one? And the other can be a backup?”

“Do it soon, Reynolds! You don’t want both of them to be unavailable!”

“Of course, Mr. Montrose. I’ll get on it.”

You hang up and send a quick text message to Flo. You figure she’ll respond right away and if she has a conflict, you can ask Pedro. Then again you love that man and may consider asking Mr. Montrose for 3 guest spots.

Had it not been for the elevator ding, you may have fallen asleep standing up. You trudge your way back. While you love your tweed plaid blazer and matching pencil skirt and how professional you look in it, as soon as you get home, you’re going to strip all your clothes off and take a shower. You’re going to do everything you can to wash the sleepiness out of you.

The moment you step through the door, you kick your heels off into the corner. And rush up the stairs. You open your bedroom and don’t even bother to turn on the lights. First thing that comes off is your pantyhose, followed by your blazer and your skirt. All you’re left in is your blouse and undergarments. But before you can take those off, you toss them onto the bed.

“Hey!”

You stop yourself before you can start unbuttoning your blouse. Did you just hear someone? It sounds like someone with an Australian accent. Who could it—

Wait? What’s wrong with you? There’s only one person it could be.

You flick on the lights and see him there. His hair is getting longer and curlier and he’s growing out his salt-and-pepper beard. His hair is tangled from sleeping. He always looks like a DILF…but now?

You may not need a shower after all considering how wet you are.

And the sleeves of his grey shirt hugging his muscles tightly…

Unfortunately, even if you’re ogling him, you are also confused as to why he’s here in your bed and not in Australia. Hugh’s smile fades, but you don’t do anything to assure him that you’re excited he’s home.

Instead you ask, “You’re here?”

“Yes, love,” Hugh says. “Today’s the 23rd. Christmas Eve Eve.”

“It is!” You open your phone and see that’s the date. You walk toward the bed. “Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot. I’ve just been so busy that I—”

“No worries! Getting ready for the show?”

“Yes. And—” A few days ago I was worrying about how I’m not certain you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. So I distracted myself with even more work than usual because I feel like…

“Y/N?” Hugh calls out. “You ok?”

You can’t let him worry. What would he say if you tell him how you’ve been feeling? He may never want to speak to you again. He may yell at you. What if he…no. Are you crazy? He’d never do that to you! He’s not Chad.

He can’t be. Chad would never cradle you in his arms, which is exactly what Hugh is doing right now.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.”

You avoid eye contact. You don’t deserve this man. You were just comparing him to your toxic ex-boyfriend.

But Hugh is having none of it. His index finger tilts your chin upward. “Tell me,” he softly begs.

You sigh. “I just feel bad. That’s all.” Tears form in your eyes. Hugh’s arm remains wrapped around you as his other hand brushes the hair out of your face. “I did have the date of your return in my calendar. I swear. Everything’s just been so chaotic and stressful with the show and everything. Even with the delay. I’m sorry.”

You’re not exactly lying to him, right? You’re telling him the truth. You are genuinely stressing out over the show. So you’re not lying to Hugh. You’re just not telling him about how you’re starting to have doubts over your relationship. Maybe that’s why despite the gentle kiss he places on top of your head, you still feel sick with guilt.

But none of that now. You’d think about that another time.

For now, you and Hugh catch up. You tell him about how Sabrina Carpenter is going to be a guest on your show and you’re still waiting to hear back from Flo about filling the other spot. Hugh informs you that he’s gotten you some presents that he’s going to give you on Christmas, but wants to give one to you now.

“I think it’ll make you feel better.”

Hugh sets you down on the bed as he makes his way over to his suitcase.

“So if I want to find the rest of my presents,” you say, “I’ll just have to look in there? Good to know.” Hugh has a cheeky reply, but you don’t hear it. You’re distracted by something else. Something else that’s cheeky. The way his booty looks in the blue plaid pajama pants he has on.

You squeeze your legs together. It feels like so long since the two of you have been intimate. Then again he was on a whole other continent so that would have been hard. You did pleasure yourself with your hand. As soon as you got home from the premiere of A Complete Unknown, you pulled your panties down and imagined you were in the pool with him, his fingers rubbing your crotch.

He’s dangling something in front of you. Unfortunately, it’s not his cock. But it does pique your interest. You say, “Thank you” and take the bag from him.

“Thinking of something?” When he flirts with you, it sounds especially gorgeous with his accent.

“No.”

Before he can reply, you reach your hand into the bag. Your jaw drops when you see what it is: a bikini. More specifically, a pink bandeau style bikini top with a rose gold ring at the bust and a clasp at the back. And of course, matching bottoms.

“You son of a bitch.” You click your tongue.

“What?” Hugh feigns innocence. “I saw this and I thought of you.”

“Why, because you want to see me with as little clothes as possible?”

A pause. “Well, yes,” Hugh admits. “But when I saw this at a store and it made me think of that yellow bikini you wore—”

“You mean when we had our first kiss?”

“God, you looked so fucking gorgeous that day,” he mutters. “Anyway, I remembered how that bikini was yellow. Wolverine’s signature color. Well, I know you talk about your time on Barbie and how much both the film and the doll means to you…” Hugh is a saint for tolerating you being a total nerd over a fucking doll brand. In the time you two have spent together, you’ve gone on several Barbie tangents, mainly related to the collection you have at your childhood home in Vancouver.

“...and this bathing suit very much reminded me of Barbie and I thought you might like it.”

“Are you kidding me? I love it!” You wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back. You bury your forehead into his shoulder. Oh, how you missed him.

He pulls back and says, “There’s another surprise I have for you! Put on your bikini and meet me on the roof in about fifteen minutes.”

“On the roof? In a bikini? In the middle of December? Hugh! Are you trying to make me get hypothermia?”

He laughs. “No, maybe wear a coat. Just trust me, ok?” He winks. Before he disappears, he leans against the doorway and says, “By the way, you need to wear that look more often.” You need to be reminded of what exactly you’re wearing. Right! A blouse, bra, and underwear. No pants. Of course he’d love this look on you. Not that you’re complaining.

When you look back up, he’s gone. You have no idea what he has planned, but you’re determined to be by his side again. You strip out of your clothes and replace them with the bikini. You shiver. You’re not used to wearing a bathing suit so close to Christmastime.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, your hands on your hips. You strike different poses as if you’re doing one of the many magazine shots you’ve done for magazines including but not limited to Vogue, Vanity Fair, Elle, and InStyle. But you’re not wearing heavy makeup or a dramatic outfit. Yet you feel prettier than you ever did during those photoshoots. They were always fun to do, but it feels just as good to let your natural beauty show.

Before you head out to the terrace, you grab your charcoal duffer coat and phone (just in case Flo texts or calls you back). You had gone to live with Hugh in October, just when the weather got chilly, so you haven’t had a chance to use the terrace that often. But based on the few times you’ve been out there, you liked it. It offered a lovely view of the city and was big and spacious with cushioned chairs around a fireplace on one side and a hot tub on the other.

Well, you figure that you’re about to put the latter into use.

Hugh is sitting by the side of the jacuzzi sticking his hand in the rumbling water. He smiles as soon as he sees you. “Hey!” he removes his hand and wipes the stray water on his thigh. You want so desperately to be the one that makes his thigh wet.

“Hi! Are we going in the hot tub in the middle of December?”

“Yes. Why not?” He makes his way closer to you. “The water is hot so I think we’ll be fine.”

“It better be hot,” you warn him. “I’m not getting into cold water just to please you, Jackman.”

“You know what would please me, Reynolds?” Hugh traces his fingers down your coat. “If this coat was on the ground.”

“Go ahead,” you say flirtatiously. “Unwrap me.”

He gets to work, slowly undoing each rope-and-toggle until your coat is open. He licks his lips at the hint of your skin showing. Meanwhile, you gasp at the way it nips at your exposed stomach. Hugh takes off the entire coat and it drops to the ground. You instinctively wrap your arms around your body.

“You don’t need to do that sweetheart,” Hugh assures you as he untangles you. His eyes admire your figure and he licks his lips. His large hand rubs up and down your rib cage. “Oh, fuck, I missed your gorgeous body. You never have to get insecure around—”

“That’s not it, Hugh,” you say. “I’m cold.”

“Ohhhh! Well, you can get in the hot tub and enjoy yourself.” He takes your hand and leads you ever to the edge of the jacuzzi. “I’ll be right back! I need to get my own bathing suit on!”

And just like that, he’s gone again.

You decide you don’t want to turn into a popsicle. So you dip your toe in and sigh. The water does feel nice. Not too hot. But as you step further in, you realize you spoke too soon. But eventually, you sit down and sink further until the water is up to your chin. You sigh. Now it’s starting to feel nice again.

You alternate between looking at the bright city lights and the glowing stars in the sky. You feel relaxed. Why is it that whenever you and Hugh are separated you have doubts about your relationship but when you are together everything feels right. Is that normal?

He eventually comes back. Wearing nothing except swim trunks, the exact same ones you saw him wear in Australia. His curls are prominent, he has a beard growing, and he’s hairy all over his chest and arms. And those bulging biceps. The vein in his arm. Timmy teased you and said it looked like a snake and now you can’t unsee it.

And that’s not even getting into the vein that leads down to—

“Are you enjoying the view?” he teases.

“Yes,” you say. “The skyline was nice until this giant building blocked it.”

Hugh comes to stand at the edge and you look up. That beautiful man you saw in the photos from Australia, both he shared with the world and the ones just meant from you, is right in front of you.

“Don’t you want to get in?” you ask.

“I will. But I’m just admiring a view of my own.”

“How are you not cold?”

He finally dips his feet in. “I am. I’m just surprised. Aren’t you the one who grew up in Canada?”

“Vancouver was cold, sure. But not as much as Winnipeg. My uncle is from there and he says that winters are miserable. Only been there once and I’m not sure I’ll ever go back.”

“So you prefer sunny over cold?”

“Eh. Depends.”

“Interesting.” He’s now fully submerged in the water, but still on the opposite side.

“Why are you asking?” you ask, lifting your arms in the air to stretch.

“Just curious,” Hugh says as he gets closer to you.

You play along. You slowly lift the upper half of your body out of the water. “Oh, it’s so cold,” you shiver. “If only there was a way for me to—OH!”

Hugh grabs your arms and positions you so you’re sat right between his legs. His large arms envelope you in an embrace. “Is that better?” he growls in your ear.

“Y-yes.” You barely get the words out. You’re more focused by the ache in your legs.

“Oh, I’ve missed you so much,” he mutters against your shoulder. “Thought about you every day.”

“Can you kiss me? Please?”

The moment you ask this, Hugh readjusts you so you’re straddling his legs. Your lips lock with his. Finally! Your tongue licks every inch inside his mouth, marking him as yours. You grind down on his hard cock. Your stupid bikini bottoms and his stupid swim trunks. The tingling in between your legs continues. His hands are all over you. Your hands are all over him.

His hand cups your still clothed pussy, making you moan. Hugh snickers. “You ever been fucked in a hot tub before?”

“Uh uh.” You shutter as he begins rubbing your crotch. “Never been fucked in any water. Besides the shower of course.”

“Oh trust me, that I know, princess. You love it when I fuck you in the shower, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Well, if you’re okay with it, I wanna fuck you. Right here. Right now. I issed your sweet cunt. Wanna play with you.”

Your vision is getting blurry. You’re slipping into submission, a state you often occupied. And you need to act now before you slip fully into your role as his good girl. As much as you loved being obedient and allowing him to take charge, you didn’t want that at this moment.

“You know what else I haven’t done?”

“What?”

You plunge your hand in the water, gripping Hugh’s hand firmly so his movements stop. “Punish anybody.” Hugh looks at you in confusion. You sit up straight and puff out your chest. “Don’t give me that innocent look, Jackman. You knew what you were doing when you pranced around the beach. Shirtless.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, darling,” Hugh shrugs. “I was merely—”

“And that pool selfie! You sent it to me during the premiere on purpose.” Hugh opens his mouth to speak, but you place a finger on his lips. “And that’s not even getting to those photos of you at the bookstore. You know how much I love books. You knew it would make me horny. And you succeeded.”

He cocks his hide to the side and smiles proudly. “Well, I’m happy I accomplished my job.” It’s cute, but you can’t let it distract you.

“Well,” you try to find words to say that make you sound dominant, “I think you’ll regret it after what I’m going to do to you.”

“Nope. I don’t think I will.”

Ugh, he makes this so hard.

Instead of teasing him any further, you grab his cock. Hugh moans. You give him a wink before slipping your hand into his swim trunks. “Just the way I like it.”

Hugh playfully scoffs. “Ya know, princess, it’s almost adorable how hard you—ohhh!”

You begin to move your hand up and down his shaft. “What is it, Jackman? Cat got your tongue?”

“Reynolds I—oh fuck! Feels so good!”

As you continue to pleasure him, your other hand grips his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. You pepper kisses along his collarbone. Is it wrong for you to feel satisfied by the way your tongue licks and laps at his chest hair? Should you feel perverted for feeling this way?

Because you don’t.

“I’m gonna,” Hugh shutters. “Princess, you gotta stop.” You do, and before you can ask him if anything is wrong, he says, “I loved that time you made me cum in my pants. I really did. But I wanna cum inside you. Been thinking about it for the longest time. Fuck, I’ve missed the way your pussy squeezes me.”

“I’ve missed it, too.” 

You remove your hand from him to slip your bikini bottoms off. You start to unclasp your top, but Hugh stops you. “Trust me, as much as I missed your tits, I want you to ride my cock with your bikini top on.”

You do as he says. You line up his dick with your entrance and slide right in. Even if he’s huge and you need some time to adjust the way your walls stretch, you also don’t care. You need his cum inside you right now. So you begin riding him.

The two of you make the most naughty and lewd sounds ever. The water aggressively splashing. Grunts. Whines. The entire city may be able to hear you. But you don’t care. You want the world to know that this man is yours. And you’re his. Hugh brings you into a passionate kiss. You mewl against his lips and wrap your arms tightly around his back. 

You don’t even care if you’re not in control anymore. The two of you feel like equals. A warm wave rushes over your entire body, making you forget the fact that it’s chilly.

“I’m close,” you pant. “Are you?”

“Uh huh,” Hugh nods. He begins circling your clit and asks, “Can I cum in you?”

“Yes please!” you pick up the pace.

And just like that, the two of you reach your peak at the exact same time. Your pussy squeezes him tightly. The same liquid spurts inside you, painting your walls and no doubt reaching your womb. You guarantee that if you weren’t on birth control, you’d be pregnant with his baby right now. You don’t realize you had thrown your head back at the sensation until Hugh tightly grips your hair to pull you back t0 him.

You collapse against his chest but he stays inside you. That’s where you want him to be. You ask him not to move and Hugh doesn’t even try to object. You kiss his shoulder blade, tasting the water on your chapped lips.

After some more time in the hot tub, the two of you stand up. “Fuck, it’s fucking freezing!” you exclaim. You don’t even think it was the hot water keeping you warm. It was Hugh’s presence.

The two of you dry off and head back up to your room. You begin taking off your bathing suit until Hugh says, “I’ll do it for you!”

You agree. Once he unclasps your top and pulls down your bottoms, he throws the wet garments off to the side and playfully pushes you down onto the bed. You can feel the familiar tingle between your legs return.

“Hugh shouldn’t—”

“Shh.” He clasps his large hand down onto your mouth. “I let you punish me, but now it’s my turn.” You try to speak. He won’t let you. In fact, it encourages him to press his palm further against your mouth. “That dress you wore to the Bob Dylan movie premiere. Drove me fucking insane. You looked so sexy.” He whispers the next part into your ear, “It wasn’t nice of you to tease me like that, princess.”

He finally removes his hand but gets to work playing with your breasts and leaving kisses all over your body. He’s nowhere near your core, but these sensations, paired with his legs trapping you, is enough for the familiar wetness between your legs to return.

“Th-the-the b-oh my! The bathing suit! Can you please—I don’t want the—”

“We can take care of it later.” Hugh’s voice sounds desperate and breathy. “But first, I need to teach my girl a lesson.”

Closing thots...Well. This chapter was a doozy. I feel like Butterfly has a lot of trauma from her relationship with Chad and we see that a lot in this chapter. Also as someone who has a lot of anxiety attacks, this felt cathartic to me. Please know that if you experience the same thing, please know my inbox and DMs are always open.

This chapter was actually supposed to have something else heavy that happened, but I'm saving it for next chapter. I hope to have that done in the next few days. Again, thank you so much for your patience! I know it's been a while but I'm so happy we're finally back ❤️

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ALSO FUCK YOU CHAD

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Zoned out watching this... lol

I sort of love how the comments on Instagram are full of people not quite grasping that this is the same guy who plays Wolverine 😅

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A few pics of Hugh arriving at Radio City Music Hall earlier today.

Someone else I follow on Instagram was lucky enough to meet him today as well 🥰

(I think the pics were taken by one of the JackmansLanding admins - from their Instagram)

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Any chances of a part 2 of Interruption with Tony telling the world that we are his and a very delicious hot sex after? (When they are alone, of course)

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Interruption - Part 2

A/N: What? A sequel? You got it! Hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ smut, fluff.

Find Part 1 here!

Tony Stark Masterlist

A loud, pornographic moan escaped your mouth as Tony filled you up once more, followed by a sharp slap against your left butt cheek to spur you on.

You were well aware he was on the phone with his publicist, who could probably hear everything, but the haze called Tony Stark in bed had you let go of all inhibitions. His faint voice said his final goodbyes before you saw the phone chucked beside you on the bed, landing carelessly as he turned his full attention to you once more.

“Letting your publicist hear us fuck? I thought you were classy, Stark.” You teased, looking over your shoulder as he lowered himself to lean over, nipping your earlobe with his teeth.

“Let her hear, sweetheart,” he whispered, smile smug and slow. “She handles PR—I’m just making sure the public knows who I’m committed to… body and soul. Mostly body.”

Your chuckle died down as he speared into you with a new vigor, hitting the spot with each thrust as it brought you closer and closer to the edge.

There were photographs of the two of you skinny-dipping in the ocean that took the media by the storm. A part of you was worried if Tony would be upset about the whole thing given you had only been dating for a month, but he’d assured you he wasn’t bothered; it had had quite the opposite effect.

In reality, he couldn’t wait for the world to know you were his, and he was yours. You’d seen how annoyed he’d get every time your phone buzzed with a text from another man, an office colleague who was definitely hitting on you, or any random fellow. It was kinda cute, if you’d admit it. Who knew Tony could be so possessive? He’d never ask you not to talk, but he would be sulking for a bit for sure.

The man was a perfect blend of possessive meets laid-back, he knew you could handle every situation on your own and yet every so often, he loved claiming you as his. You didn’t mind.

The sheets under you crumpled as your grip on them tightened. The cause? Tony’s other hand snaked between your bodies to tease the bundle of nerves while his cock remained buried deep within you, stimulating your walls with every move.

Your orgasm was near, you could tell by the way your thigh muscles twitched, the coil in your belly threatened to snap and break. Eyes rolled back in pleasure, you let one hand grab a fistful of Tony’s hair, tugging on them firmly as his pace picked up, the combined sounds of sex filling the room.

“Don’t stop, Tony!” You cried, as you were overcome with nothing but pleasure and stimulation.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.” He whispered in your ear, grunting as he felt your walls flutter and spasm out of control. He continued fucking you as you rode out your high, reaching his own peak shortly.

As you came down from your highs, you smiled as you felt his lips on your shoulders, tenderly kissing your flushed skin as he gathered you in his arms.

“You’re just a big possessive softie, aren’t you?” You murmured, turning to capture his lips in yours, kissing the man who meant more to you than you’d ever care to admit.

“Shh! The world doesn’t need to know that. But it does need to know that this genius, billionaire, philanthropist is now an ex-playboy, and has eyes only for a certain lady.” He smiled, draping a blanket over your bodies, pulling your back close to his chest as sleep threatened to take over.

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I think worst!Logan is the kind of man to fuck you through the entirety of your pregnancy, he can't help it, your spiced scent, the gradual changes in your body, but more specifically your belly swelling big and round with his child, it's all driving him insane with lust. He's just acting on pure instinct, you just look too beautiful and smell too damn good.

Honestly, you have zero complaints about his behavior, because I'm sure worst!Logan would be the most attentive of partners; after he got his second chance in this new universe you are the best thing that has ever happened to him, he's not taking you for granted, not now, not ever.

He takes care of all your cravings, as weird as they can get, he soothes your aches, shuts down your insecurities, builds all the baby furniture with his own hands, keeps his drinking and smoking habits away from you and your baby, and most important of all, he keeps you nice, full and sated.

Those six post partum weeks are pure hell for him, but he takes them like a champ, he won't even touch himself unless you are the one touching. He loves you too much for that. He'd sure as hell be counting down the days until he can enjoy your body all over again.

The second you three return back home from the doctors check up and put your little baby to sleep, he's pouncing on you, to make up for lost time.

And you two are back at it again. You won't stop, not that you wanted to anyway. You believe yourselves to be invincible, too lost on each other's bodies and pleasure to even think about using protection (though I have a feeling that Logan just likes to go raw).

Four months later, and you're pregnant again, and that's when you think that maybe, maybe you and Logan should have been more careful.

But how could you deny him when he looks at you with those bedroom eyes and chiseled muscles.

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