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Honestly I’m really tired of people believing the affair rumors. Like is it possibly true? Sure. But everyone is taking a bunch of stories from gossip magazines from unnamed sources as facts.

Honestly, I've seen more come out about it and there's talk that Hugh made a comment years ago that they drifted apart and only stayed together for the kids. Whether that's true or not, I don't know I'm not that dedicated into looking into it.

IF he cheated or not, he only has one person to answer to and that's his issue to deal with. It's okay for people to be upset but to an extent, not to the extent of literally harassing him to the point he had to limit his comments on his posts.

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THE POST MARKETING FOR THIS MOVIE IS INSANE 😂😂

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Wtf that's creepy😂😭

I was rearranging the ski section in our store today and wondered if there was a picture of Hugh skiing/snowboarding, and all of a sudden, he uploads a photo of it😂🫶🏻

Well.. a fanfiction or oneshot about it will come because I've been thinking about it since this morning, and I can’t stop being delulu so new stuff is the solulu🫡🤝🏻

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Baby Bump and Tears

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

A/N: I cried. But I think it’s good to end things when they are at their highest peak. Thank you for your support and love for this fanfiction! <3

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, emotional, it's the last part

Enjoy! xoxo

Previous Part

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As I curl up on the couch beside Hugh, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and joy that’s almost too much to hold. Our world has shifted, filled with love, excitement, and anticipation.

This baby… our baby.

Just thinking it makes my heart swell. I reach down, almost reflexively, to rest my hand on my belly, feeling a little thrill. It’s so small now, barely even there, but it’s ours. I glance up at Hugh, who’s watching me with that warm, gentle look, as if there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here, right now.

His hand comes to rest on my knee, warm and steady, and I let out a soft breath, leaning into him, my head against his shoulder. He presses a kiss to my temple, the gentle touch calming and grounding. “You ready?” he asks, his voice soft, almost reverent.

There’s a sparkle in his eyes, and it fills me with so much love I feel like I might burst!

I nod, my throat suddenly tight with emotion as I press play on the first video.

The screen lights up with the familiar sight of Chris’s living room, filled with laughter and warmth. Just seeing my best friend's face instantly makes me smile.

We’ve been close for years, a bond that feels like family, like having an older brother who’s always been there, looking out for me. Sharing this news with him had been something I’d dreamed of, and now, watching it all over again, it feels even more special. I sometimes find it strange that we had a fling together many years ago, but I'm incredibly thankful that it didn't ruin our friendship.

On the screen, Chris and his siblings, Scott, Shana and Carly, are packed onto the couch. The energy is buzzing, with Hugh holding up the phone, trying to wrangle everyone into a “photo.” I can feel the anticipation from that day all over again, the little tremor of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside me. I remember exchanging a glance with Hugh, both of us barely holding back laughter. It felt like we were sharing a precious secret, and we couldn’t wait to let everyone in on it.

“Alright, everyone, say cheese!” my voice comes through the phone, high-pitched and almost breathless with excitement.

Chris leans in close, throwing an arm around me, and his siblings follow suit, all grinning, not knowing what’s about to happen.

“Cheeeeeese!” he says, hamming it up with a goofy grin, and I remember feeling a surge of love and gratitude for him.

For all of them.

And then, just as everyone settles into the “photo”, Hugh blurts it out, his voice full of pride and excitement:

“Y/n’s pregnant!”

The room falls silent for a heartbeat, and then—chaos.

Chris’s face goes blank with shock, his eyes widening as he processes the words, and then, as if a light switches on, his expression shifts to pure joy. He lets out this loud, ecstatic laugh, one that I can feel deep in my bones, and he practically tackles me in a bear hug, squeezing so tight I can barely breathe.

“Oh my god, are you kidding me?!” he exclaims, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his own shining with disbelief and excitement. “Seriously? This- this is incredible!” He grips my shoulders, his voice softening as he looks at me, his face full of something so pure and real it nearly brings me to tears. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom! I just know it!”

I nod, laughing and crying all at once, the happiness so big it feels like it’s radiating out of me.

“Yes, Chris! It’s real!” I say, my voice catching on the last word, and he wraps me in another hug, his arms around me like a promise that he’ll always be there, always a part of this family.

The rest of his siblings are cheering, reaching out to hug both me and Hugh, their joy spilling over, and I feel surrounded by love, a warmth that makes me feel so incredibly lucky. I catch Hugh’s eye over the happy chaos, and he’s watching me with this quiet awe, his face soft as he sees me embraced by my friends.

As the clip ends, I wipe a tear from my cheek, unable to stop smiling. I turn to Hugh, my voice barely a whisper, full of all the love and gratitude I feel.

“He's the best. He loves us, Hugh. Loves this baby already. I can’t believe we have friends who care this much..”

Hugh’s arm tightens around me, and he brushes his lips over my temple, his own eyes glistening. “You’re right. We’re so lucky to have him… all of them. And I’m so lucky to have you.” His voice drops, filled with a soft intensity that makes my heart race.

“I love you. You’re my everything, and this—us, this family—it’s my whole world.”

I look up at him, our faces close, and he kisses me, slow and deep, his hand resting on my cheek. In that moment, it’s like the whole world fades away, and there’s only us, together, ready to step into this new chapter.

When we pull back, I swipe to the next clip. I can feel my heart starting to pound again, this time with an almost nervous excitement, as I see the screen light up with the faces of Hugh’s family. His mom is sitting beside him on her cozy couch, with Oscar and Ava snuggled up next to me, their expressions already bright with anticipation. Just seeing their faces on the screen makes me feel this deep, comforting warmth.

They’ve embraced me from the start, made me feel like I truly belong, and sharing this news with them had felt like a sacred moment.

In the video, Hugh lifts the phone, settling us all into the frame. I remember holding his hand, feeling its warmth, and taking a deep breath, steadying myself.

“Okay, everyone, say cheese!” he says, grinning as he raises the camera.

“Cheeeese!” everyone says, laughing, leaning in closer to one another. I glance at Hugh, feeling that bubbling excitement again, and he gives me a small nod, encouraging me to go ahead.

“I'm pregnant!” I say, my voice carrying just enough that everyone hears, and then I hold my breath, watching their faces.

Hugh’s mom’s reaction is instant.

Her hand flies to her mouth, her eyes widening with surprise, and then they fill with tears as she lets out a soft, happy laugh. “Oh, darling!” she says, her voice trembling with joy as she reaches over to embrace me. “Sweetheart, that’s… that’s wonderful!” Her voice is filled with so much warmth and love that I feel myself tearing up all over again, and I hug her tightly, feeling truly, deeply welcomed.

Oscar is smiling, trying to keep his composure, but I can see the pride in his eyes as he looks at Hugh. He reaches out to hug him tightly. “Congrats, Dad! I’m really happy for you too!” he says with a steady voice which is filled with unspoken love.

And then Ava practically launches herself into my arms, her face shining with excitement. “I’m gonna be a big sister!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me so tight I feel her heart pounding against mine.

“Yes, you are, Ava!” I laugh, hugging her back just as tightly, feeling this overwhelming sense of love and connection. This is our family, and they’re already embracing this baby as one of their own.

I blink back the tears that are gathering in my eyes in the present, wiping them away again as Hugh reaches out to hold my hand. “They were so happy..” I murmur, my voice trembling with emotion. “They really, truly love us..”

He squeezes my hand, his voice soft but steady as he says, “Of course they do, baby. You’re their family. And this baby will be so loved.” He pauses, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing it gently.

“Just like you.”

The last clip is the one I’ve been holding onto, the one that feels the most personal, the most precious. It’s the video of my mom and my stepdad, Brian, whom I’ve always called “Dad”. He’s been there for me through everything, a constant, steady presence. I knew this news would mean everything to him, and to my mom, but there was something about calling him “Granddad” that felt so special and so right.

I tap play, and there we are, gathered around their kitchen table, just as we’d done so many times.

The comforting smell of my mom’s cooking, the warmth of their home, it all floods back to me. Hugh and I had been sitting across from them, exchanging little glances, both of us barely holding back our excitement.

“Alright, let’s get a picture together!” I say, lifting the camera as if it’s just another ordinary family snapshot.

They lean in, smiling, unsuspecting, and I feel my heart pound as I look at them, so full of love and warmth. Finally, I say it, my voice soft but clear: “We’re having a baby.”

For a second, they’re silent.

My mom’s hand goes to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears as she looks from me to Hugh, and then she lets out a small, joyful laugh, her face lighting up. “Oh, my baby… this is… this is everything!” She leans forward, pulling me into her arms, her voice trembling as she whispers, “I’m so happy for you!”

I sink into my mom’s embrace, feeling her arms around me, warm and steady, like they’ve always been.

She holds me tight, not letting go, and I can hear the emotion in her breathing, the little tremble that says more than words could ever say. She finally pulls back to look at me, her hands cupping my face, her eyes shining with the same love she’s given me all my life.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispers, her voice so full of pride and tenderness that it makes my chest ache. “You’re going to be an incredible mother. I knew it the first day you held your baby cousin! You have so much love to give. And Hugh…” She glances at him, her smile soft and full of approval. “Thank you. I see how you look at her—you’ve always looked at her like she’s the most important thing in the world.”

Hugh reaches over, taking my mom’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, his own eyes misty.

“Thank you, Barb, really. I don’t even have words..” he says quietly. “I promise I’ll love her and this baby with everything I have.”

And then, Brian just stares at me, his face unreadable at first, and then, like the emotions are too big to contain, he lets out a breathy laugh and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.

“Oh, my little girl..” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. I can feel him trembling slightly, a side of him I rarely see. “I can’t believe it… I couldn’t be prouder, sweetheart. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and now you’re bringing another beautiful soul into this world.” He leans back, blinking a few times as he fights back tears. I let out a shaky laugh and look at him lovingly. “You're gonna be a grandpa and you will be just as good as you are as a father.”

His tears broke like a dam and he began to chuckle. Brian pulled my mom and Hugh into our arms.

I see my dad looking over at Hugh with a warmth that’s unmistakable. “Thank you, Hugh. You are a good man.”

In the present, watching this clip play out, I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face again. I feel Hugh’s arm wrap around me even tighter, holding me close as I quietly wipe my cheeks, laughing softly at my own emotions.

“He’s… he’s been my dad my whole life, and seeing him like that, it just makes everything feel so real. They’re all going to be such incredible grandparents!”

Hugh’s hand moves to cradle my cheek, turning me gently so I’m looking right at him. “You’re everything to them, y/n. And to me. They’re so proud of you… and I’m proud of you too. I can’t wait to see you as a mother. I know you’re gonna be amazing.”

I can barely speak, my heart so full that words feel inadequate. I reach up to touch his face, my fingers grazing his beard as I take in every detail, the warmth in his eyes, the gentle curve of his lips, the depth of love there that’s just for me.

“I’m so happy and thankful you’re by my side, Hugh. I don’t think I could do this with anyone else.”

We both lean in, and our lips meet in a slow, tender kiss, one that says all the things we don’t need to say out loud—the love, the promises, the future we’re building together. As we pull back, he rests his forehead against mine, a soft smile on his face.

“You, me, Oscar, Ava and this little one.” he murmurs, resting a hand gently on my stomach. “Our family. I’m so ready for this.”

I take a deep, shuddering breath, letting myself savor this feeling. It’s overwhelming but beautiful, and I know that as long as I have Hugh, our family and friends by our side, everything will be okay. It’s all more than I could have ever dreamed of.

Finally, I close the video app, locking my phone and setting it aside, then turn to Hugh again, feeling like I’m holding my whole heart in my hands as I look at him.

“We’re so blessed..” I whisper, the words spilling out in a soft, heartfelt murmur. “I don’t know how we got so lucky, but I’m so, so grateful.”

He pulls me into his arms, holding me as if he’ll never let go.

Our life, our love, this baby—it’s all a gift, one I’ll cherish with everything I have.

In this moment, I know that our future is going to be beautiful. And I’m ready for every single step.

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Later that evening, with Hugh’s arms still wrapped around me, I glance at my phone and the idea hits me. The clips—each precious moment of joy, shock, and laughter from our family and friends. I can already imagine how special it would be to share this journey with everyone who has supported us. “What if we… posted it?” I ask, looking up at Hugh with a little smile.

He chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “You think the world’s ready for it?”

“Only one way to find out!” I say, excitement bubbling in my chest.

“We’ll show them how fun this journey has been from the very beginning. Plus, you know they’d find out anyway.”

With a grin, I start piecing together the clips, feeling a wave of happiness wash over me with each reaction we captured. Chris’s delighted laughter, Hugh’s mom’s joyful tears, and my own parent’s emotional embrace—they all blend into a beautiful, joyful montage that feels like a celebration of everything we’re about to embark on. I add some soft music and finish it with a little clip of me and Hugh laughing in our living room, the camera turning to show his hand resting protectively on my belly. I feel a soft, fluttery nervousness in my chest as I write the caption:

>>y/n instagram: When you’ve got the best family and friends to help you share the biggest news of your life… Baby Jackman is already so loved💕 Get ready, world—this little one’s going to have the coolest, funniest aunts, uncles, and grandparents around!😎❤️<<

Hugh chuckles as I hit post, and almost instantly, the notifications start flooding in. Friends, fans, and family—everyone’s reaction lights up my screen, and each new comment makes me smile even wider.

Right at the top of the comments, I spot Ryan's unmistakable reply:

>>vancityreynolds: Finally, someone to keep Hugh in line. Congrats on creating a future little Wolverine… or at least a very hairy child.<<

Hugh bursts into laughter beside me, shaking his head. “Of course he’d say that!”

I scroll down, spotting even more replies:

>>chrisevans: Counting down the days until I’m officially the cool uncle. So, so happy for you both!!!❤️<<

>>zendaya: I can already tell this kid’s going to have the best sense of humor. Congrats, you two!😍<<

>>therock: Hugh, let me know when the little one’s ready for some ‘Baby’s First Workout’ tip🤪 Much love to you both!❤️<<

>>blakelively: Congrats babes! Let me know if you need tips on handling an overexcited Ryan😂❤️<<

Fan comments start rolling in too, filling up with heart emojis, funny congratulations, and even more excitement about “Baby Jackman.”

And as the comments keep pouring in, I can’t stop smiling. Here we are, surrounded by love, joy, and humor from the people closest to us—and even from a few who like to tease us along the way.

This is everything I could have dreamed of and more..

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The End.

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The last part of The Red Carpet Confession will be out tonight!!!

I'm still working on it, and I think it should be online at 8:00 PM CET

Sorry you had to wait so long🫠

After that, I'll start posting the requests!!

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Weird way to propose, but yes🧎🏼‍♀️

creds: pinterest

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Sooo thank you for tagging me @pedroscurls ! was actually fun answering! :D

Do you make your own bed? - It depends. Mostly not, only if I feel like having a "clean girl" aesthetic, if I have someone over at my place or if I'm gone for some days.

Favorite number? - 2! For me it symbolizes (romantic and platonic) relationships, harmony and balance :)

What's your job? - I'm a visual merchandiser :)

Can you parallel park? - I don't know when was the last time I drove a car, but my ego is pretty sure I'd still rock parallel parking😂

Do you think aliens are real? - Space is huge so it wouldn't surprise me, if there are real aliens. So yes, I do think they are real. (Tbh kinda scary but also fascinating)

Can you drive manual car? - Yes, definitely!

What's your guilty pleasure? - Binge watching series like Modern Family for the thousandth time

Any phobias? - Spiders, clowns, and deep water

Favorite childhood sport? - I played basketball and floorball when I was a child! I'm still sad I couldn’t continue with both :(

Do you talk to yourself? - 24/7😂🫡

Tattoos? - Yesss! A handwritten tattoo "Dreamer" of my former favorite singer on my wrist, a peony, lotus, and rose on my left upper arm for my family and a tiger on the right upper arm.. Tigers have been my favorite animals since I was little, and it also stands for my cat with whom I grew up <3

Favorite color? - I love blue!!

Do you like puzzles? - Yesss, but I don't always have the patience :')

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No-pressure tags:

@stark-ironman @bluetimeombre and who ever feels like doing it! :)

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Update!

For your information: the last part of The Red Carpet Confession will be out next week!

I'm sorry you have to wait so long, but work has been so exhausting lately, and when I get home, I don't really have the motivation to write.. :(

That's why the requests and my fanfiction are taking so long. But I swear I'll do my best to get better!

Much love xx

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you know it’s fucking unfair bc he’s ruining every other man for me. and who tf is ever going to compare????

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Why does no one talk about yesterday's pics of hugh? I mean look at the man!

https://x.com/hvhashdk1/status/1849270291161141697?t=LStG93ns9DIZk8mg2M3hWw&s=19

UM FIRST OF ALL!!! I haven’t seen this and omg what

LOOK AT THOSE ARMS

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Caught Up in You

Hugh Jackman x f!reader

A/N: I haven't been able to get this mirror selfie out of my head since day one, and I've had this scene in my head too often. At this point, I don't even know if it's healthy anymore, but I just have to share it with you now!

Summery: You look for your lipstick and find Hugh taking selfies in the bathroom instead.

Warnings: pure smut, unprotected sex (wrap it!), lots of swearing, praising, creampie (whoops), fingering, oral (m!receiving), him being more dominant, dirty talk

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As I step into the bathroom, my mind focused on finding my lipstick, my gaze instantly locks onto Hugh, standing there in front of the mirror. He’s shirtless, taking a mirror selfie, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, exposing the hard lines of his abs and the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin from a workout. The soft glow of the bathroom light highlights every defined muscle on his torso, and the sight makes my breath hitch.

He notices me but doesn’t immediately put the phone down.

Instead, he smirks through the reflection in the mirror, his eyes dark and teasing as he continues snapping the picture, fully aware of the effect he’s having on me.

"Taking a selfie for someone special?" I try to sound playful, but my voice comes out softer than I expect, betraying how much he’s already affecting me.

"Maybe?" he drawls, finally lowering the phone and turning to face me. His voice is deep, vibrating through my chest and making my skin tingle. His gaze sweeps over me, appreciating every inch of my body even though I’m still in my bralette and sweatpants. I feel exposed, as if I’m standing there naked.

"What are you looking for?" he asks casually, though there’s a teasing edge to his voice.

"My lipstick.." I mutter distractedly, still taking in the sight of him. My eyes can’t seem to tear away from his body, the way his sweatpants cling to his hips, his abs, the soft curve of his biceps, and those prominent thick veins.

He turns slightly, one eyebrow quirking up as his smirk deepens. "Lipstick, huh? Well, there's something better for your lips."

My breath hitches at the playful heat in his voice. "Oh yeah?" I raise an eyebrow, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me.

"Mmhmm.." he hums, stepping closer, his eyes flicking down to my lips. "I can think of somewhere else you can put them."

His tone is low, suggestive, and it sends a shiver straight down my spine.

Taking a step toward him, my heart quickens.

"You look… unfairly good Mister." I mutter, my fingers grazing the cool edge of the countertop as I lean in slightly. My hand moves down his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his warm skin. I can’t resist the urge to touch him.

He hums, clearly pleased by my reaction. "You’re one to talk." he says, his voice low and teasing. "Walking around like that... don’t think I haven’t noticed."

Heat flares between my legs as my hand wanders lower, brushing against the waistband of his sweatpants and I feel the tension in the air crackling between us. I glance up at him through my lashes, biting my lip, teasing him.

"Are you just going to stand there teasing me all night?" I whisper, my palm pressing against his bulge, feeling the heat and hardness of him through the soft fabric.

Hugh groans, a low, soft but needy sound that sends a rush of warmth down my spine. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer until my body is flush against his. "You’re playing a dangerous game again." he murmurs, his voice a mixture of desire and amusement.

I press harder against him, rubbing slow circles over his cock. His breath hitches, and I feel him twitch under my touch. Leaning in, I kiss the side of his neck, tasting the salt on his skin.

"I’m already so wet for you…"

"Fuck." he groans, his hips jerking slightly as I continue massaging him through his sweatpants. His fingers tighten on my waist, his grip rougher now, like he’s barely holding himself back.

"You’re gonna kill me, love."

I grin against his skin, emboldened by his reaction. His cock strains against the fabric, and I love knowing how much power I have over him in this moment. Slowly, I sink to my knees, my eyes locked on his as I pull his sweatpants and briefs down, freeing him.

His cock springs free, hard and already leaking at the tip. I lick my lips, eyes drinking in the sight of him. He’s thick, pulsing with need, and the raw arousal radiating from him makes me desperate to taste him.

I glance up at him, eyes dark with lust, and he groans softly, his hand gently resting on the back of my head, guiding me closer.

"You look so fucking good down there." he breathes, his voice rough with desire.

"Go on, baby. Show me what that mouth can do."

I lean in and press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum already gathered there. His grip in my hair tightens slightly, guiding my head as I take him deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking gently as I swirl my tongue around him, savoring the way he feels against my lips.

"Fuck." he groans, his hips jerking forward slightly as I take more of him in. His hand stays in my hair, controlling the pace as I start to bob my head, my lips sliding over his length with ease.

The wet, slick sound of my mouth working him fills the space, and his moans grow louder with each pass of my lips. His hips rock forward in time with my movements, and I love the way he’s responding to me, the way his grip tightens every time I take him deeper.

"You feel so fucking good.." he moans, his voice strained as he watches me, his eyes filled with raw need.

I hum around him, the vibrations making him groan again, his hand tugging on my hair just enough to send a thrill through me. I speed up, taking him as deep as I can, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan.

"Fuck, baby." he breathes, his voice shaky as he looks down at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Just like that… so good."

I glance up at him, my eyes wide, and I can see the tension in his face as he struggles to hold back. His hand in my hair tightens again, guiding me as I continue to take him deeper, my lips sliding over his cock with each slow, deliberate movement.

"Jesus!" he groans, his hips bucking slightly, pushing himself further into my mouth. "You’re fucking incredible."

I moan around him, the sound muffled as I bob my head faster, feeling the heat of his cock pulse in my mouth. His other hand moves to my face, gently holding my jaw as he guides me, his breathing ragged and uneven.

"Shit." he gasps, his voice barely a whisper. "You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up…"

His words only spur me on, and I suck harder, my tongue swirling around the base of his cock as I take him as deep as I can. He groans loudly, his grip in my hair tightening as his hips thrust forward again, pushing himself further into my throat.

Just as I feel him start to lose control, he pulls me up suddenly, his hands firm on my arms as he lifts me to my feet. His mouth crashes against mine in a heated, desperate kiss, his tongue claiming mine with a kind of desperation that makes me dizzy. The taste of him—salty and thick—lingers on my lips as he pulls back, his eyes dark with lust. His hands roaming my body as he presses me back against the counter.

"Turn around." he orders, his voice low and commanding. I obey without hesitation, turning to face the mirror.

I feel the warmth of his body pressing close, the heat of his skin making my heart race. His chest is flush against my back, and I catch his reflection in the mirror. With a slow, deliberate motion, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants, and I feel my breath hitch as he starts to pull them down, along with my panties.

The cool air hits my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine as the fabric slides down my legs, pooling at my feet. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but in the best possible way, knowing that his eyes are drinking in every inch of me. His hands move up slowly, grazing the backs of my thighs, then settling on my hips.

I can’t take my eyes off the mirror, watching as his hands explore my body with reverence, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above where I ache for him. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, soft and warm, his presence overwhelming every one of my senses.

One of his hands slips around to the front, sliding between my thighs, and I gasp as his fingers find my slickness.

His fingers start to tease me, moving slowly, languidly, and my knees almost buckle from the intensity of it.

My eyes stay locked on the mirror, unable to look away from the sight of him pleasuring me. His other hand moves to my chest, pulling my bralette down, cupping my breast and gently squeezing. The combination of his fingers teasing between my legs and the pressure of his hand on my breast makes me moan softly, my body arching back into him instinctively.

The sight of us in the mirror—my body trembling under his touch, his hands exploring every inch of me—sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me. I can’t tear my eyes away, captivated by the image of him behind me, his face full of lust and admiration as he watches me fall apart in his hands.

He presses his hips against my ass, and I can feel his hardness, the heat of him radiating through me. His fingers move faster now, slipping inside me, and I moan loudly, my head falling back against his shoulder. The wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of me fill the air, mixing with the sound of my desperate moans.

"Oh god, Hugh.." I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper. The pleasure is almost too much, and my body starts to tremble uncontrollably.

"You love this, don’t you?" he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot and heavy. "Watching yourself while I make you feel this good?"

I can only nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I watch our reflection. His fingers curl inside me, hitting just the right spot, and my legs nearly give out again.

His hand on my breast gives another firm squeeze, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple, and the combination of sensations sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me. My moans grow louder, filling the room along with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of me.

I can feel myself getting closer, the tension inside me coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his fingers, every brush of his hand on my chest. My moans become more frantic, and my body starts to shake, teetering on the edge of release.

"Cum for me.." he whispers against my skin, his voice commanding but tender.

"I wanna feel you cum all over my fingers.."

That’s all it takes.

The sight of us in the mirror, the sound of his voice, and the way his hands are working my body—it all hits me at once. My orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out, my body convulsing as pleasure pulses through me. My legs shake violently, but Hugh holds me steady, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last bit of my release.

"Such a good girl, coming for me." he says, kissing my shoulder.

The image of my body trembling in the mirror, my face flushed with pleasure, and Hugh standing behind me, his eyes dark with desire, is enough to send another wave of satisfaction coursing through me. I watch, captivated, as my body slowly comes down from the high, still shaking slightly in his arms.

Hugh presses a kiss to my neck, his lips soft and warm against my heated skin.

I barely have time to catch my breath before I feel his hands start to roam again, his touch gentle but insistent

"Please, Hugh. I need you."

He chuckles darkly, his fingers continuing to toy with me, barely brushing my clit. "You’re so desperate, aren’t you?"

"Yes.." I whimper, trembling under his touch. "Please… Baby I’m begging you."

"Begging already?" he murmurs, amusement lacing his tone.

"You’re so fucking needy, love."

With one hand on my back, he bends me over the sink and rubs his tip over my wet folds.

Without warning, he lines himself up with my entrance and pushes inside me with one smooth, deliberate thrust. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation as he fills me completely, stretching me around his cock. My walls clench around him, craving more, and he groans, gripping my hips tightly as he starts to move.

"Fuck, you feel so good.." he moans, his voice rough. "So tight… so fucking wet for me."

I can barely think, the pleasure coursing through me with every thrust. His pace is slow at first, torturous, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through my body, but it’s not enough. I need him harder, faster.

"Please!" I gasp, desperate. "Fuck me harder!"

He growls low in his throat, his grip tightening as he slams into me, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the bathroom. His cock drives into me harder, deeper, making me cry out with each thrust.

"Fuck yes!" I moan, my fingers gripping the edge of the sink for support. "So fucking good…"

His hand digs into my hair and the other grabs my hip, holding me firmly in place, and the sound of our bodies colliding—the wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against my ass—echoes loudly in the bathroom, mixing with my desperate moans.

Each thrust is powerful, shaking my whole body as he drives into me again and again. My mind is spinning from the overwhelming pleasure, and at some point, I can’t keep looking at us anymore. It’s too intense, watching our reflection while he takes me.

I close my eyes, turning my head to the side, trying to catch my breath, but Hugh notices immediately, his grip tightening in my hair. His voice is a low, commanding growl as he tugs on my hair just enough to get my attention, forcing my head back so I’m facing the mirror again.

"Don’t look away." he growls, his breath hot against the back of my neck. His voice is thick with lust, dripping with control.

"I want you to watch how well you take me."

His words send a shiver down my spine, making my body react before my mind can. My eyes flutter open, locking onto the reflection of us in the mirror.

I’m a complete mess.

Hair wild, lips parted, my skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. My body is shaking with every hard thrust and my breasts bouncing with the force of his movements.

The sight of him behind me, his muscles straining, his gaze locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters—it’s intoxicating.

I can’t tear my eyes away now, even if I wanted to.

"Fuck, baby." he groans, his voice ragged. "Look how fucking beautiful you are when you’re being fucked.”

My breath comes out in desperate gasps, each one matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The way his cock drives into me, stretching me, filling me completely—it’s overwhelming, and my body trembles with the sheer intensity of it. My moans become louder, more frantic, filling the room along with the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.

Every thrust makes a slick, lewd noise, the evidence of my arousal coating him as he moves inside me.

The sound of his deep, guttural groans mixes with my high-pitched whimpers, the air thick with the heat of our passion.

He leans over me slightly, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks, his voice low and rough.

"You like that, huh? Watching yourself getting fucked like this?"

I can only nod, my mind too lost in the pleasure to form words. But the way my body reacts to him—arching back into his thrusts, my moans spilling from my lips uncontrollably—it tells him everything he needs to know.

"Good girl." he groans, his hand moving to grip my waist as his pace quickens. The sharp, rhythmic slaps of his hips against my ass grow louder, more insistent, and I feel my body starting to give in, my legs shaking as they threaten to collapse beneath me.

My hands grip the counter, holding on for dear life as my body trembles under the intensity of his thrusts. His grip on my waist tightens, and his other hand reaches up to grab a fistful of my hair again, pulling just enough to keep me focused on the mirror. My eyes stay locked on our reflection, and the sight of him taking me, owning me, is enough to send another rush of pleasure through my already trembling body.

He groans, his voice breathless and raw.

I moan loudly in response, my body arching against him, desperate for more. His words, his touch, the way his cock fills me over and over again—it’s just too much.

I feel another orgasm building fast, the pressure inside me coiling tighter and tighter with every hard thrust.

"I’m so close!" I gasp, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies slamming together. My legs are shaking uncontrollably now, threatening to give out at any second, but Hugh wraps his arm around my waist, holding me up as he thrusts into me hard.

"Cum for me." he growls, his voice rough and commanding. "I wanna feel you cum all over my cock."

That’s all it takes.

The intensity of his words, the feel of him inside me, and the sight of our bodies moving together in the mirror—it all hits me at once. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, and I scream his name, my body convulsing with pleasure as I come hard around him. My legs give out beneath me, but Hugh holds me up, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me steady as my body shakes and trembles in his grasp.

"Fuck, yes!" he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding me up while still thrusting into me. "That’s it, baby. Cum for me."

My moans are loud, as the pleasure overwhelms me, my body pulsing with every wave of my orgasm. The sound of my wetness, the slick, messy noise of him thrusting into me, is even louder now, filling the room along with my cries. I can feel my slickness coating him, dripping down my thighs, and it only adds to the raw intensity of the moment.

Hugh doesn’t slow down as he chases his own release.

His breathing is ragged, and I can hear the deep, guttural sounds he’s making, his moans growing louder and more desperate with every second.

I’m barely holding on, my legs trembling violently, but Hugh keeps me steady, his arms wrapped around me as he pounds into me. The sensation is overwhelming, my body overstimulated from the intensity of it all, but I love it—I crave it. The roughness, the way he’s taking me, the way he’s losing himself in me—it’s everything I want.

"You’re so fucking tight." he groans, his voice thick with lust.

His praise makes my body tremble even more, and I can’t stop the needy moans spilling from my lips.

"Please." I whimper, my voice shaky and desperate. "I need you to cum inside me. Please, Hugh.. fill me up."

He groans loudly at my words, his grip on my waist tightening as his thrusts become erratic.

With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside me, and I feel his cock pulse as he comes, filling me up with his release. His moan is loud and guttural, his body shaking against mine as he holds me tightly, his hips jerking with the force of his orgasm.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us trembling, our bodies pressed tightly together as we come down from the high. His arms are still wrapped around me, holding me close, and I can feel his breath warm against my neck as we both try to catch our breath.

As we both come down from our highs, I can feel the heat radiating between us, our bodies still pressed tightly together. He pulls out slowly, and I shiver at the sensation of his cock slipping from me, feeling the warmth of our release dripping down my inner thighs.

I let out a soft moan at the sensation, my legs still weak from the intensity of it all. Hugh’s gaze drops to the sight, and he grins, a playful, cheeky smirk spreading across his face.

"Look at that.." he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "You’re leaking all over the place. Can’t even hold it all in, huh?"

I blush, but he just chuckles softly and presses a kiss to my shoulder.

"So fucking sexy." he says and gives me a smack on the ass.

The sudden, light slap makes me gasp, a surprised moan slipping out of my mouth before it changes into laughter.

"Messy little thing."

The playful sting of his hand lingers, mixing with the warmth of the afterglow, and I can’t help but smile, resting my glowing forehead on the cool marble.

Hugh softly strokes my sides and kisses my neck.

"I really do love you." he whispers, voice filled with sincerity. "So much."

"I love you too." I reply smiling and slowly stand upright.

He leans down to kiss me, his lips brushing against mine, the sweetness of the moment grounding me.

After a moment, he scoops me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest, and I wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. He carries me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the space.

He lays me down gently on the bed, and I feel the cool sheets against my skin as he slips in beside me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me close, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my back, soothing and steady.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice soft as he strokes my hair back from my face.

"I’m more than okay." I reply, my voice a whisper.

His lips curl into a lazy smile, and he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"You know, you still didn’t find that lipstick."

I blink, realization hitting me like a wave. The whole reason I even came into the bathroom! I glance over to the bathroom door and let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head.

"Oh my god! I completely forgot about that!"

Hugh chuckles softly, pulling me closer with that smug grin on his face.

"Well, I can’t say I’m sorry for the distraction."

I smirk up at him, rolling my eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, but it doesn't change the fact I still don’t have my damn lipstick!"

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send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

This is so cute <333

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Hey guys!

To be honest, I'm a little uncomfortable that I teased two requests, and unfortunately, there probably won't be anything this week..

Work is super exhausting at the moment, which is why I don't have the necessary energy and motivation to work on those one shots etc in the evenings.

Unfortunately, I have a lot of studying to do at the weekend too, which is why there won't be anything this week after all.

I hope you understand and won't be angry with me :(

I'll try being more active in the next weeks again! <3

Much love xx

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“and she be like “he’s so perfect” and i be like “oh what version?”

[wolverigrl]

Moments of Desire

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

A/N: I may have rushed this one a bit, because I'm reeeally tired right now. I thought I'd have more time today, but unfortunately not. I hope you still like this one!

Warnings: smut, oral m!receiving, unprotected pinv (wrap it up!), light spanking, pet names (baby etc.)

Enjoy!

Not proofread!

Previous part

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The late afternoon sunlight filters in through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow around the room. Hugh is sprawled comfortably in his favorite armchair, legs spread slightly, his posture relaxed but commanding. He's watching me with that familiar, playful glint in his eyes that always makes my stomach flip.

I'm sitting across from him on the sofa, my legs tucked under me, a pillow hugged to my chest.

"So, when do you think we should start telling people?"

I ask, my voice bubbling with excitement. Even saying the words feels surreal. I can't believe it.

I'm pregnant - we are pregnant.

Hugh smiles, that irresistible, easy grin spreading across his face. He looks so at peace, so happy, and it makes my heart swell.

"I've been thinking about that." he says, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.

"We can't just blurt it out over dinner, you know? This is big! Huge! It's our baby, and I want everyone to remember how we told them."

I nod, biting my lip as I imagine it.

"You're right. It has to be special. But how?" I lean forward, resting my chin on my hand, thinking.

"We could throw a little get-together, invite our close friends and family and do big reveal. Maybe a cake or something?"

Hugh chuckles, shaking his head, his

voice warm with amusement. "A cake? I don't know if that's us." He shifts in his seat, drumming his fingers lightly on the armrest. "Feels too... formal. I want something more...personal. Something just for us and the people we love."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Okay, Mr. Creative, what's your big idea?"

He grins wider, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying this. "What if

we visit everyone in person? One by one. That way, it's more intimate. No big groups, just face-to-face moments with the people who matter most to us."

I tilt my head, thinking it over. "That could work... but what would we do? Just knock on the door and say 'Hey, guess what?'.. It deels a little..anticlimactic."

Hugh's eyes light up like he's thought of something brilliant. "No, no! We take a picture with them. Every single person, we gather them together for a photo, right? And just when everyone's ready to say 'cheese', we drop the bomb: 'y/n's pregnant!"

I burst out laughing, picturing the stunned faces of our friends and family when we spring the news on them like that.

"Oh my God, baby! That's perfect! Can you imagine the looks we'll get? And we'll have it all captured on camera!"

He chuckles, his deep, rich voice

making my heart skip a beat.

"Exactly! That way, it's not just an announcement - it's a moment. A real memory we can keep forever."

I lean back, grinning from ear to ear, already imagining the reactions.

"I love it! I really do!" My eyes drift over

to him, and something shifts in the

air between us. The playfulness

fades into something deeper, more intense. He's watching me closely, his gaze lingering a little too long on my lips, then my legs.

"You always come up with the best

ideas." he says softly, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone that sends shivers down my spine. I feel a slow smile curve my lips, knowing exactly what that look means. "Oh yeah?" I tease, letting

my fingers absentmindedly trace the

seam of the pillow in my lap.

"Is that why you keep me around?"

He smirks, his eyes darkening a

shade as he leans forward slightly.

his posture shifting, more predatory

now. "Among other reasons."

His fingers start moving, tracing small,

lazy circles on the armrest of his chair. The movement is slow, deliberate, and for some reason incredibly sensual. His middle and ring finger glide over the fabric in a rhythm that's almost hypnotic. And as if on cue, he spreads his legs just a little more, his posture relaxing even further.

Casual, but undeniably suggestive.

My breath catches in my throat, my body responding to him almost instantly.

God, he knows exactly what he's doing. The way he looks at me, the way his fingers move in those subtle, teasing circles. It's like he's turning me on without ever touching me.

"You're really distracting me."

I murmur, my voice quieter now, more

breathless than I intended. Hugh's eyes flick up to meet mine, and there's something molten in hisgaze.

"Am I?" he asks, voice rough and full of heat. His lips curl into a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me.

"I'm not even doing anything."

I swallow hard, feeling my pulse quicken.

"That's the problem." I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the way his fingers move.

They're still drawing those maddening circles, slow and steady.

Every time he completes one, a fresh wave of heat pools low in my belly.

He doesn't break eye contact, his gaze locking onto mine as he leans back again, making himself even more comfortable. "You're the one who's making it hard to

concentrate." he says, voice soft but dripping with desire.

I shift in my seat, feeling the tension

Between us coil tighter, the air in the room practically crackling with it.

"Is that right?"

I stand up slowly, my heart racing as I walk toward him, feeling the heat between us intensify. Hugh's eyes follow my every move, dark with need, as I approach. His legs spread just a little wider, and I can feel the tension in the air-thick with anticipation.

I move closer, standing between his

legs, feeling the magnetic pull that always seems to draw me to him.

My fingers trail lightly over his broad shoulders, tracing the firm muscles under my touch. I can feel his body tense as I lean down, pressing soft kisses to his neck, tasting his skin.

His scent, warm and familiar, fills my senses, making my pulse quicken.

A soft groan escapes his lips as I kiss along his neck, his breath becoming heavier. His hands move to my hips, pulling me closer to him, his grip firm and possessive.

I bite my lip as I kiss him again, lower this time, nipping at his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

Slowly, I drop to my knees between his legs, placing my hands on his thighs. Hugh's breath hitches, and I hear the sharp intake of air as I look up at him.

His eyes are locked on mine, filled with desire, his chest rising and falling a little faster now.

He leans back slightly, his hands

sliding into my hair, gently tugging

me toward him.

I press soft kisses along his inner

thigh, while opening his jeans with my hands.

His body tenses beneath me, his

hands tightening in my hair as he

groans softly, his hips shifting

impatiently. I smirk, enjoying the

way his body reacts to my teasing.

He lifts his hips slightly so that I can pull his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.

I slowly start stroking him and finally take him into my mouth moving slowly, savoring the feeling of him against my tongue.

His groans grow louder, his body trembling under my touch. I move my hand to the base of him, stroking in time with my mouth, and he lets out a deep, guttural sound while his hips jerk slightly forward.

"Fuck.." he moans, his voice thick with pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening as he guides me, pushing me deeper.

His breaths come in heavy, ragged bursts, filling the room alongside the wet, rhythmic sounds of my movements.

I hum softly, the vibration making him groan even louder, his hands shaking slightly in my hair.

"Just like that baby.." he breathes, his voice

strained as he tries to hold himself back.

"God, you're so good at this.."

His words send a thrill through me, and I move faster, taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I quicken

my pace. His hips lift off the chair

slightly, his groans becoming more

urgent.

The sound of his pleasure, the feeling of him in my mouth - it's all overwhelming, and I can feel my own need growing

But just as his body tenses on the verge of release, he pulls me up, his hands strong and commanding as he lifts me to my feet. His eyes are dark and wild, his breathing heavy as he stares up at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Strip." he growls, the single word heavy with desire

I obey without hesitation, my heart pounding in my chest as I peel off my clothes slowly, teasing him with every move.

His gaze never leaves me, following every inch of bare skin as it's revealed.

The intensity in his eyes makes my skin prickle with anticipation.

Once I'm fully naked, I straddle his lap again, feeling the heat of his body beneath me. His hands immediately grip my hips, guiding me as I sink down onto him, both of us moaning at the sensation. He fills me completely, and the sudden rush of pleasure makes me gasp, my fingers gripping his broad shoulders for support.

I begin to move slowly, rolling my hips against him, feeling the delicious friction as he presses deeper inside me.

His hands slide up my back, gripping me tightly as he thrusts up to meet my movements.

"You feel so fucking good ." he groans, his voice rough with desire.

I lean in, kissing along his neck, my lips brushing over his pulse point as I ride him faster now.

"You're so big.." I moan softly, my breath hot against his skin.

His hands move down to my ass, gripping me tightly as I grind down against him. Without warning, he brings one hand down hard, delivering a sharp smack to my ass.

The sudden sting makes me gasp, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through me.

I moan louder, the sensation pushing me higher, my movements becoming more frantic. He smacks me again, harder this time, and I cry out, my nails digging into his

shoulders as I rock against him, the wet sounds of our bodies meeting filling the room.

"Keep going baby." he growls, his voice thick with lust, his hand coming down on me again, sending another wave of heat through me. The sharp smack makes my body tremble, my legs shaking as I ride him harder.

"Oh god Hugh.." I moan, my voice shaky as I feel the tension building inside me, ready to snap at any moment.

"I'm close.."

His hands grip me tighter, guiding me faster.

"Cum for me." he growls.

His voice commanding, full of raw need.

"I wanna feel you."

With one more hard thrust, I fall over the edge, my entire body trembling as the orgasm crashes through me. I cry out his name, my body shaking as the waves of pleasure wash over me, my legs quivering as I ride out the high.

Hugh isn't far behind.

With a low, primal groan, he thrusts up into me one last time, his hands gripping my

waist as he buries himself deep inside me, finding his release.

His head falls back, a deep moan escaping his lips as his body tenses beneath mine, both of us completely lost in the intensity of the moment.

The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the aftermath of our release still buzzing in the air.

I collapse against him, resting my forehead against his, both of us catching our breath as our bodies slowly come down from the high.

His hands move softly now, stroking my waist and back, his touch gentle and soothing.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies still connected, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin as I run my hands through his hair.

There's a deep, lingering intimacy between us, as if we've just shared something beyond physical.

Our eyes meet, filled with love, and we don't need to say anything - the

connection between us says it all.

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