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Introduction:
sol
i do writing as a side hobby, amongst many other things. so yes, i do have a life outside of writing. meaning, there may be periods where i am inactive.
i have a main account @jamescowgirl where i post more frequently.
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on this account, i will only write for any hugh jackman characters. if you would like a character not acted by hugh jackman, check out my main accounts discovery page to see who i write for there.
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warnings: smut, legal age gap (reader is mid twenties), stepcest, thigh riding, cigar mentions/usage, reader calls logan daddy, logan calls reader sugar/doll/princess, bratty behavior, reader doesn't like gardening, NO ACTUAL SMUT UNTIL LATER CHAPTERS!!
summary: your mom had called you over to help her with a few things since her new husband hadn't been home to take your place of helping out. while doing a few chores for her, logan homes home unexpectedly.
A/N: I had to break this up into 2 chapters because my motivation has been running low :')
chewing on the inside of your cheek, the knock delivered onto your moms door echoes. waiting in anticipation, she opens the door with glee.
"hey, baby." greeting you with a smile, offering a hug. in which you gladly accept. it was good to see your mom after all these months. however, today was not a day you expected a call from her. just wanting to relax on a sunday afternoon until you heard the phone ring.
having her welcome you in, "what'd you need help with, ma??" questioning as you looked about in confusion. feeling a bit of annoyance bubble up in your chest. the house looked perfectly fine. "well..." her hands come together, "i know it isn't your favorite, but i actually need help garde-" before she even has a chance to finish her sentence, you're already slouched and pouting with a grunt.
crossing your arms in annoyance, "and why couldnt you have waited for logan to get home to ask him?" throwing your arms up and avoiding eye contact, "i mean, it's not that I hate it, im just awful at gardening. you out of everyone should know, ma." gently speaking, trying to reason with your mother. which was never easy.
"honey. i had no one else to ask! i have to carry big bags of soil to my new gardening plots in the backyard. they're heavy. you can atleast help me until logan gets here." your mom is stern, not wanting anymore attitude by the way her tone changes towards the end of her little speech. the mention of logan agakn makes chills run up your arms. you somehow feel better knowing he'll be homes eventually.
actually liking your mom's new husband, you don't know what it is about him. everytime you've ever been alone with him, sometimes finding him looking you up and down like he has something to say or do. he uses these petnames that send heat straight to your face, or when he ever so slightly touches your shoulder, swearing its just friendly gestures. logan'll even ask for a light when he forgets his own lighter somewhere.
"when is he coming home?" giving your mom an innocent look, snapping out of your trance. for a second, your mom gives you a weird look. "I don't know? he hasn't told me yet. does it matter?" in response, you give your mom a snarky look to return her attitude. she makes her way to the back as you follow shortly behind.
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grabbing the next bag of soil, sweat drops off of your forehead onto your hand. groaning in discomfort; unable to wipe it off before you're done carrying the bag to your moms garden. your muscles began to give out of you, tightening the more they became tired. the soreness gnawing at them.
finally getting to the plots, you dropped the bag carelessly. "why do you need so many bags of soil?? your plots don't even look that big." your arms are limp, completely given out only after carrying 4 bags over.
giving you no empathy, she disregards you ripping another bag of soil open before dumping it into another plot. "there's some water in the fridge inside, get yourself a drink. im gonna need more help in a bit." as she continues to stab at the soil, damping it to soften it up.
sighing in relief, you tiredly make your way inside. opening the fridge, a bottle of water calls to you. cracking the cap as you begin to chug it. you looked like a person who had been deprived of any liquid before this moment. while closing the fridge, you hadn't realized that logan had come home and was right behind the door.
"oh my fucking god!" flinching at his sudden appearance, your heart skips multiple beats before your mind registers that it's just him. "a 'hello' would've sufficed instead of scaring the shit out of me, logan." groaning out, picking up the bottle you had dropped.
"sorry, I should've let your mother know I was coming home early." logan says, setting his work bag down onto the counter in front of him. the silence grows loud in the kitchen as he pulls out one of his cigars. "you mind, doll?" signaling for a light, putting it between his lips patiently waiting.
quickly obeying to his request demand, you slide the near drawer open, grabbing the red rubied decorated lighter– your moms. knowing she wouldn't mind, you didn't hesitate to still use it. having a bit of a reach to light his cigar, he gives you a cheeky smirk as he purposefully teases you. "i ain'gonna light your stupid cigar if you keep this shit up, logan." you bite back, pulling away from him. only reason you're giving him shit is because of how exhausted you are. and he seems to realize that.
"oh, drop the attitude. whats the matter with you anyways?" he coos, his words slightly muffled from the rolled tobacco sitting in between his lips. the weight of your body is suddenly relieved, in which you've been needing but not in this way. logan had picked you up, shifting his body so that he can place you ontop of the low countertop. "all betta? you can reach now, yeah?" he meets you eye level now, bringing your wrist up towards the cigar again.
the feeling of the little intimacy bubbles into your stomach, watching as his hand curls into the form of your own. your own step father guides your hand to flick the lighter on, flame rising out of it intensely with just a quick flick. as the cigar slowly catches flame, your eyes find themselves watching his every move. a shutter trembles out of your lips, his other hand running up your thigh.
his fingertips find their way up into your shorts, caressing the skin under. your hand is forcefully opened, the lighter falling out and lost on the ground somewhere. logan pushes his thumb into the middle of your palm, his hand holding the back of yours. "was staring to miss you coming over."
a gentle kiss is delivered to the back of your hand before he let's go again. "what are you doing here anyway, sweetheart?" the heat that radiates off of him mixed with your already hot body causes you to sweat. "just some yard work for mom then I leave, logan. i know you're gonna ask me to stay." his tip of his thumb drags across your bottom lip as his eyes lock onto the movement. "and if she knows I'm home early, she'll want you to go home and rest up." those green eyes flick back up to yours, you both know whatever you two have going on shouldn't happen. yet you can't help it. the instant connection you two had when you first met logan, your stepfather.
puffs of smoke lightly cloud the kitchen from his cigar. it hangs from his mouth abandoned as all of logans attention is on you. "moms waiting for me outside." quickly, you descalate the situation. pushing him slightly back, just enough to have room to hop off the counter. the thought of furthering the relationship you two had made you feel like you were breaking boundaries that should never be broken.
keeping it heavily in your mind, you go to meet your mom in her garden again. logans touch lingering, your skin missing the way his touch gently caresses it.
