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There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.
THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING (2001) dir. Peter Jackson
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Chris Evans NSFW Alphabet
A = AFTERCARE (WHAT THEY’RE LIKE AFTER SEX)
He likes cuddling afterwards. Enjoying the moment of the two of you just being together.
B = BODY PART (THEIR FAVOURITE BODY PART OF THEIRS AND ALSO THEIR PARTNER’S)
Chris Evans is an ass man. He likes grabbing onto it so he can slam into you but he also is an absolute bugger for slapping you on it as a joke. He loves practical jokes so bending over in front of him anywhere is dangerous.
You love his arms. They make you feel so safe and secure when they’re wrapped around you. And you love his chest, tracing your fingers along his pecks following the lines of his tattoos.
C = CUM (ANYTHING TO DO WITH CUM BASICALLY… I’M A DISGUSTING PERSON)
He’s not fussy where but he likes to cum with you if he can. He loves counting down to it, sharing that experience with you.
D = DIRTY SECRET (PRETTY SELF-EXPLANATORY, A DIRTY SECRET OF THEIRS)
He likes it when you flirt with others. Not that you outright do. But when you’re nice to someone at a party or share some witty repartee he definitely takes note. ‘You see the way he was falling all over you?’ ‘Chris.’ ‘He doesn’t get to see you like this though does he? Coming unravelled on his dick no this is just for me right princess?’
E = EXPERIENCE (HOW EXPERIENCED ARE THEY? DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING?)
He was a good looking guy anyway and now he’s a global superstar. This man has had ample chance to work on his skills.
F = FAVOURITE POSITION (THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING. WILL PROBABLY INCLUDE A VISUAL)
He likes fuckin you standing up. He’s strong as hell so he likes to fling you around as if you weigh nothing. It also means he’s completely in control, holding you up as he slams into you.
G = GOOFY (ARE THEY MORE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT, OR ARE THEY HUMOROUS, ETC)
He’s usually sappy which can make you laugh. He also likes to make you laugh after wards. Making you giggle whilst he’s laying on top of you, your hand stroking his face gently.
H = HAIR (HOW WELL GROOMED ARE THEY, DOES THE CARPET MATCH THE DRAPES, ETC.)
Chris is naturally hairy but he keeps it trimmed so it’s not unruly. He’s not super fond of waxing or anything though he has been known to do so for a role.
I = INTIMACY (HOW ARE THEY DURING THE MOMENT, ROMANTIC ASPECT…)
He’s a relationship guy so he likes being intimate and romantic. And he never fails to surprise you with the little things he’s remembered. He’s a good listener too so if he you want something all you have to do is ask.
J = JACK OFF (MASTURBATION HEADCANON)
He’d rather have you but unfortunately that’s not possible all the time. But it’s not a chore, he likes to romance himself as much as he does you. He does however like FaceTiming or calling you if he is going solo.
K = KINK (ONE OR MORE OF THEIR KINKS)
Restraints. Either you or him he doesn’t mind. That feeling of loss of control entices him but sometimes he likes to watch you out of control a mess from where he’s teased you senseless.
L = LOCATION (FAVOURITE PLACES TO DO THE DO)
He’s not opposed to anywhere but he loves having you up against a wall or on a table. Somewhere he can really go at it and sometimes something soft like a bed doesn’t always lend itself to that.
M = MOTIVATION (WHAT TURNS THEM ON, GETS THEM GOING)
Chris is a simple man and though he’s not as young as he once was it still doesn’t take much. You dressed up to the nines with something that hugs your figure gets him going just as much as the two of you cuddling in bed together your ass against his package.
N = NO (SOMETHING THEY WOULDN’T DO, TURN-OFFS)
Doing it in public. Fortunately his last ‘sex scandal’ wasn’t too embarrassing. But he’d hate to have your privacy invaded like that.
O = ORAL (PREFERENCE IN GIVING OR RECEIVING, SKILL, ETC)
He likes them both equally. He knows exactly how to get you off so he enjoys making you cum on his tongue but of course receiving isn’t a bad thing either.
P = PACE (ARE THEY FAST AND ROUGH? SLOW AND SENSUAL? ETC.)
He can switch it up depending on his mood. If he wants fast and passionate he can always provide but he’s not opposed to taking his time with you until you’re in shared bliss.
Q = QUICKIE (THEIR OPINIONS ON QUICKIES RATHER THAN PROPER SEX, HOW OFTEN, ETC.)
He’s not opposed to them but he’d rather take his time with you.
R = RISK (ARE THEY GAME TO EXPERIMENT, DO THEY TAKE RISKS, ETC.)
He doesn’t take many risks. As said he would hate involve you in any scandal. But he’s open to trying anything. Especially if it’s what you really want.
S = STAMINA (HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY GO FOR, HOW LONG DO THEY LAST…)
He can last for ages. And if he feels like it can go a few rounds. If you’ve been apart for a while though he’s desperate to get you and him to shared bliss.
T = TOY (DO THEY OWN TOYS? DO THEY USE THEM? ON A PARTNER OR THEMSELVES?)
He doesn’t have any of his own but he not insecure about using you using them. He knows that they’re no threat to him and if you ask he’s happy to use them together.
U = UNFAIR (HOW MUCH THEY LIKE TO TEASE)
He’s more of a tease outside the bedroom. He likes whispering dirty things in your ear or touching you when he knows you can’t do anything about it.
V = VOLUME (HOW LOUD THEY ARE, WHAT SOUNDS THEY MAKE)
He can be when he wants to be. He groans are the hottest things ever and he can swear like a sailor when he gets going.
W = WILD CARD (GET A RANDOM HEADCANON FOR THE CHARACTER OF YOUR CHOICE)
He likes when you dress up for him. He knows it’s not really for him and he’s never demand that you look a certain way but when you get all dolled up it really gets him going. He loves buying you new underwear or clothes for the various engagements he has to go to. And he loves ripping them off you.
X = X-RAY (LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON IN THOSE PANTS, PICTURE OR WORDS)
He’s about 7 inches but thick as hell. Definitely enough to keep you satisfied.
Y = YEARNING (HOW HIGH IS THEIR SEX DRIVE?)
Not as big as it used to be but once somethings caught his eye he’s on course till the end.
Z = ZZZ (… HOW QUICKLY THEY FALL ASLEEP AFTERWARDS)
Chris is a go big or go home kinda guy so when he’s finished he’s spent in every sense of the word. So once he’s whispered sweet nothings in your ear it’s not uncommon to find him dozing off.
THIS IS PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE. I’LL BE POSTING AN IMAGINE EVERDAY FROM 1ST - 25TH DECEMBER. THIS AND ALL IMAGINES WILL BE UPLOADED IN THE LINK POSTED DAY BY DAY.
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you're the one the cutest customer i've missed you (18+) age is just a number just a fling, yeah? (series, 18+) more than just a fling a wake-up call (18+) only if you want me to conflicted (series, 18+) a tipsy nurse and her patient fine dining (18+) happier never have i ever oh daddy lessons in love (series) the nice list boston baby blues (series, chris evans x ofc x john krasinski) that's our boy just go with it play fair first impressions me and my kind (chris evans x reader x henry cavill) sweetheart i saw mommy kissing santa claus lighters in the air (18+) why you gotta be like that?
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nsfw alphabet dating chris evans erin on their wedding day (lessons in love) maria and erin (lessons in love) chris on their wedding day (lessons in love) scott on their wedding day (lessons in love)
THE MUMMY (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers
I am a fly in the ointment. I am a whisper in the shadows. I am also an old, old woman. More than that, you need not know.
Second Chances
Second Chances Part 1
Ex-Husband!Steve x Reader
Summary: You and Steve have a history. Right now you are just friends but what if he wants more?
Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), PIV, mild jealousy
WC: 4.9K
A/N: I'm so happy to finally introduce you all to Ex-Husband!Steve! I started this forever ago and I thought it would be just a one shot but it has just gotten longer and longer, and harder to finish. So I'm hoping introducing this pair to the world and getting some feedback will inspire me to actually finish this story!
The Mummy (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers
morning sex with rafe . . .
tw ; p in v, fingering, dry humping, soft smut , word count ; 1.2k
a/n ; haven’t posted in like four days so here’s my little treat for u x also new layoutt
when you woke, the clock on your bedside table glowed a bright, red 4:00 AM. outside, the sound of steady rainfall streamed tracks down the windowpane, the chill of it seeping through the open glass and making the warmth of the sheets all the more potent.
you stirred from a shift in the warmth beside you. rafe's arm, heavy and solid, tightened around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. His skin was warm, and he nuzzled into the space between your shoulder blades with a soft murmur.
his hand slid slowly down your stomach, the touch languid, not demanding. there was no urgency in it, as he never rushed when it came to you. he was still sleepy and seeking heat from your body. you were floating in that hazy place between sleep and wakefulness when you arched back into him, and felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin. his voice, thick and gravelly with sleep, murmured right against your ear.
‘you awake, baby?’
you hummed in response, a soft, slothful sound, and shifted slightly against the pillows.
his smile widened. you felt it, gentle against your shoulder. his hand, which had come to rest low on your stomach, began to move again in a slow, sweeping circle over the cotton of your sleep shirt that warmed your skin.
‘yeah, you are,’ he breathed out. his fingers crept beneath the hem of your shirt, his palm of heat against your belly. you let your head loll back against the pillows, your eyes fluttering closed. the rain was a constant and comforting ambience in the background to the feeling of his calloused thumb stroking lazy patterns on your hip. he shifted, just enough to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the nape of your neck making a shiver, delicious and warm, travel all the way down your spine.
his other arm remained pinned beneath you, a solid bar of warmth, with that hand splayed over your ribcage. you could feel the steady, slow thump of his heart against your back. the white sheets rustled as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, slotting himself against you, his hardness digging into you.
‘jus’ wanna be close to you..’ he mumbled into your skin, his voice roughened by sleep. you reached a hand back, tangling your fingers in the soft hair at the base of his neck with wordless permission. a low, approving rumble vibrated through his chest, his hand sliding from your stomach, down, over the curve of your hip, guiding your movements until you were rocking back against him in a slow and steady rhythm.
he let out a low groan. ‘fuck,’ he rasped, voice strained. ‘y’feel so good. so perfect f’me.’
he moved his fingers low to your core and over your panties, beginning a slow rub against your clit that had you pushing back on his hand. when his fingers slid past and entered you, the stretch was exquisite, the friction a steady, building thrum. his thumb began circling your clit, the dual sensations making your head spin.
‘rafe,’ you moaned, the name a plea into the pillow.
‘i know, baby, I know,’ he soothed, his lips against your ear. his movements became a fraction more deliberate, faster. ‘you’re so tight f’me. gonna make me lose m’fuckin mind.’
you could feel the tension coiling, about to snap. your breathing became ragged, little gasps and sighs punctuating the quiet room. he drank in every sound, encouraged by them.
"that’s it, lemme hear you," he urged, his own breath hot and quick against your neck. ‘please, pretty. wanna hear how good i make you feel.’
a broken cry escaped you as the pleasure built to a peak. ‘m’so close...rafe!’
he stilled his hand, the sudden absence of movement a sweet torture. you whimpered in protest, your body trembling.
‘u- umph, rafe…’
‘shh, I gotcha..’ he whispered, but he was withdrawing his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and aching. he shifted behind you, his hands going to his own pajama pants. you heard the soft rustle of fabric, then the hot, solid weight of him was pressing against you. His arm hooked under your knee, hiking it up just enough, opening you for him.
he nudged at your entrance, the head of his cock slick with arousal his own. he didn't push in yet. he moved against you, slow and wet.
‘please,’ you begged, arching your back, trying to take him in. ‘r- rafe…i need it inside- please…’
a low and guttural sound escaped him, his arms locking around you. ‘shit, okay baby…’ he rasped, his words gravelly and thick with sleep and want.
he pushed in with a single, slow, devastating roll of his hips, filling you completely in one smooth, perfect stroke. you cried out, a long, shuddering moan. he buried his face in your neck, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.
‘god…m’fuck…’ he panted, his voice shattered. ‘you…jesus..’
he didn't move for a moment, just letting you feel the full, overwhelming sensation of him filling you up to the hilt.
and he was big.
you were stretched to your limit, every nerve ending alight. the feeling of him, hot and hard and deep inside you, was almost too much to bear.
‘you okay?’ he managed to grit out, his fingers digging into your hip.
‘umph- y- yes, just move…’ you whispered, clenching around him instinctively.
a broken sound escaped him. he began to move then, a slow, deep, rocking rhythm that was pure bliss. the intense slide of him in and out was so filling, each thrust hitting a spot that made you see stars.
‘yeah, jus’ like that…’ he moaned, his lips finding your shoulder, and thumb finding your clit again. ‘takin’ me so good. so fuckin’ good.’
your moans mixed with his, along with the sound of rain in the back and the slickness linking you two together. you were completely enveloped by him, lost in the heat and the weight and sheer, overwhelming feeling of it.
‘gonna come, rafey…’ you sobbed, the coil in your belly pulled taut. ‘rafe, m’gonna-’
‘i know, baby, me too,’ he grunted, his rhythm faltering, becoming harder, deeper. ‘come with me, please. please, baby…ah shit-’
his plea was your undoing. a wave of pleasure so intense sent shockwaves through you. your cunt clamped down around him, milking his own climax from him with a hoarse, guttural shout of your name. he pulsed deep inside you, his entire body seizing up before collapsing against your back, spent and heavy.
the only sounds left were your ragged breaths slowly returning to normal, and the relentless rain still patting against the window. he stayed inside you, not wanting to leave the warmth you provided.
‘well shit…that was fuckin’ amazin.’ he breathed, voice full of love
you hummed in amused agreement, too lazy to form words. he finally, and reluctantly, slipped out of you and shifted just enough to pull your panties back up your legs with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity of what just happened. he then wrapped both arms back around you, pulling you flush against him once more, your back to his front.
he pressed one last, soft kiss to your shoulder. ‘go back to sleep, baby.’
and enveloped in his warmth, with the scent of him and your shared pleasure clinging to the sheets, you did.
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