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nicecurves · 3 months

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#eva evans #coloredstockings #reclining #tothemoon #soles

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maddiegoldbeck · 6 months

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𝑒𝓋𝒶 𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝓊𝓀

#photographers on tumblr #medium format #film #portrait #portra 400 #go see #fashion photography #mamiya rb67 #120 film #eva evans #maddie goldbeck

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perezhilton · 3 days

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😭 All the latest Eva Evans details.

#Eva Evans

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godsg111rl · 2 days

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RIP Eva Evans.

i didn’t know her personally… or at all… but her story resonates with me sm.

maybe it’s bc we’re the same age and now she’s going to be forever 29.

I really don’t think people know & fully grasp just deeply heart break & betrayal runs.

do right by people or leave them alone man.

#if you’re reading this the world needs your light #please don’t curtain call your life #SH awareness #Eva Evans

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buckets-and-trees · 20 days

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Eva! You wicked little thing!

But this just feels like a sweet, stoic, protector bodyguard Steve, doesn't it? You've fallen for him, hard - how could you not? And you've maybe only just within the last few days stopped dancing around each other and pretending you don't have feelings for each other. You've kissed, you've slept together, but there's still just a little bit of that brand-new-ness of the relationship where you're a tiny bit hesitant, and Steve - aside from trying to be professional - has that bit of shyness, but that sexual tension is thick. His driving you is the first time you've been alone in a couple of days for more than a few minutes during the day.

He reaches over to adjust the dial on the radio, and you just can't help yourself.

You nudge your knees up, and he growls your name in warning,

"Steve," your tone is thick with want, a hint of whine on the edge of it.

And when you see his eyes dart down to your bare knees, you tempt him further by rucking up your skirt.

"We shouldn't..." he tries to convince himself.

You part your thighs. "But you said you would always take care of me. I want you to take care of me now, Steve."

And once his fingers are on your smooth, pliant skin, even though part of his brain is trying to be sensible, his body takes over, and those fingers quickly skim down your thighs and eagerly slip right under the gusset of your panties, and he can't help but hum in approval. "So wet for me, sweet thing?"

"Yes, daddy."

He arches a brow. "Daddy?"

It slipped out before you could think.

"I-"

"I like it," he assures you. "Be sure to call me daddy when I have you begging here soon."

You gasp at this new element he's put on the table, but also because he's slipped two fingers deep into your cunt at once.

And he's going to only slowly shift them in and out, and curl them up against that spongy spot that makes you lose your mind, and edge you for the next few miles of the highway.

He really will edge you until you're begging with tears spilling down your cheeks before pulling over and fucking you over the hood of the car down a secluded side road.

#bodyguard steve #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #chris evans characters #steve rogers smut #askpen #eva #such a menace #aspen wrote something #female reader

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weclassybouquetfun · 2 months

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Let's hear it for the boys Kens!

What an homage.

At the end of Ryan's performance he pulls a necklace out of his shirt and kisses it. I assume it's the necklace he had made for his partner Eva Mendes.

You better be home soon.

#ryan gosling #kingsley ben adir #ncuti gatwa #scott evans #simu liu #barbie #barbie movie #mark ronson #margot robbie #kenergy #i'm just ken #eva mendes #greta gerwig #slash #wolfgang van halen

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fishdiva · 3 months

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nooooo don’t kill me with your giant boy scythe thing nooooo lmao

#maka albarn #maka soul eater #soul eater #soul eater evans #i guess #watchin mgs 3 letsplays rn this game is crazy #i like ocelot and eva #anyway #ur definitely not supposed to hold it like that lol #maka #my art

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wish-understand · 1 day

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#mulheres #make out #doki doki literature club #illuminati #hanbin #miya atsumu #roleplay #lily evans #viking barbie #buy my videos #analog #eva padlock #fruit #jemima robinson

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lawyer-prove-report · 4 days

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#gorillaz #panty pics #guitar #diys #sawaguchi aika #baphomet #money #aaron hotchner #doki doki literature club #miya atsumu #lily evans #eva padlock #sagau #veronica lodge

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biteofcherry · 5 days

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Morning sun rays cascaded over the land, painting the crops and trees in warm hues. Yet, when you stepped out onto the porch, the cold chill bit at your ankles, undoubtedly laughing at your foolish faith in late April's temperatures.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stepped down the few steps and landed your worn-out sneakers in the dewy grass.

You didn't make it past the bushes of raspberries - their young, green leaves just shy of opening to catch more light - when the reason for your early wandering appeared.

Cole's pensive face brightened into a soft smile upon seeing you, his slow pace quickening to reach you in a few strides.

Despite the cold, the sleeves of Cole's plaid shirt were already rolled up and the front unbuttoned, showing the simple white undershirt. Those farm boys sure ran hotter than city raised ones.

"Good morning, lamb," he greeted you in a hushed tone.

"Hi," you tipped your face up, silently demanding that first, sweet kiss of the day.

Cole chuckled, but leaned to taste your lips. When your arms sneaked around him, squeezing him tight to you as you often did to a pillow right after he got out of bed, Cole teased your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before ending the kiss.

"What are you doing out?" He asked, engulfing you in his warmth.

"I'm hungry." Your blunt reply made him laugh.

"I'm quite sure you know where the kitchen is." Cole's tone was teasing, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously as he leaned closer to your ear and added: "It's where I fucked you yesterday, with that big fat cock you were crying is too big for your tight, city pussy to take."

You couldn't stop the hitch in your breath at the memory, nor the hot wave that rushed through your veins.

"Yes-" your voice wavered slightly- "I know where everything is. But I like eating with you."

Cole's face softened to this near admiration with which he often looked at you. Even at times when you felt ridiculous attempting to help him around the farm, still so out of your depth. No matter what you were doing - whether you worked on your laptop in the small office Cole set up for you, or chasing baby goats - he always looked at you as if you were the most beautiful wonder of the world.

"Then how about some pancakes?" He kissed your temple and then started walking toward the house - his arm wrapped around you, holding you to his side.

#you're getting some soft Sudnay feels from me 😊#Eva's soft Sunday #cole turner x reader #cole turner x you #cole turner x female reader #chris evans fic #cole turner fic

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maddiegoldbeck · 6 months

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#photographers on tumblr #medium format #film #portrait #portra 400 #fashion photography #eva evans #mamiya rb67 #maddie goldbeck #120 film

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perezhilton · 4 days

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💔

#Julia Fox #Eva Evans

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buckets-and-trees · 4 months

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As one of the Christmas presents, your Alpha promises to fulfill one of your fantasies, or introduce you to a kink you secretly wanted to try. What is it and how he's going about it? Does he surprise you with it? Or did you plan to make a special night of it?

Okay, not an alpha, but...

well...

I couldn't get this idea out of my head...

Fandom: Chris Evans Characters Title: Make Her Glow Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 986

Content Warnings: bondage, established coerced marriage, breeding kink

Logistical Notes: I think technically this is ... going to be a collection now. Sequel to I'm Your Man and a moment from their honeymoon. I just can't resist this Andy (and neither can you, dear reader).

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The domestic elements were incredibly important to Andy. He knew they were vital to building a happy, long-lasting relationship between husband and wife, and he wanted nothing less than that for both of you. Putting up the Christmas tree had been something he’d insisted on doing together, just the two of you, the day after Thanksgiving.

He’d driven the pair of you to the nicest tree lot, walked around holding your hand until he knew the two of you had found a tree you truly liked, then paid to have it delivered to your home after lunch. He had you direct the delivery men to put it exactly where you wanted it. He had helped you string it with lights, then decorate with garland and ornaments. You were still guarded – he had broken down many, but not all, of your walls, but it had been a good day.

But by far the most valuable thing from putting up the tree together had been the lights. He saw sheer, unadulterated delight shine through your eyes the first time they lit up. It was the passion he’d seen on your face so frequently during the first weeks he knew you – it’s what made him know he had to have you, and he loved seeing it again.

Each night, you had very easily let him hold you on the couch, all the other lights off, and sit together in the glow from the white lights of the tree. He had pulled so much more out of you each of those nights – memories, wants, dreams, worries.

He always knew you would work.

He knew you knew the two of your would work.

The soft glow of those lights had made you impossibly softer and warmer to him, and he fucking loved it.

But he hadn’t exploited that knowledge until tonight.

Having finally sent all the house guests home, you were turning off all the lights, and about to collapse onto the couch, but he intercepted you a step away from your destination, and tugged you gently upstairs. You knew not to fight him.

He knows you don’t want to fight him; you’re only holding onto small pieces of resisting him because he’s slowly been disarming every last piece of you, making you more and more vulnerable to becoming completely swept away by him.

He closes the bedroom door and then leads you to the bed. He slowly unzips your simple but beautiful party dress from behind, and you shrug it down your shoulders. He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, and you can’t suppress a shiver. Then he unclasps your bra, and you let that fall to the floor, too. He slides a finger into the waistband of your lacey underwear on either side of your hips and pulls them gently down. You step out of them without direction.

He spanks you, just once, but it elicits the short, gasping moan he loves to draw from you.

“Up on the bed now,” he instructs.

“Yes, Andy,” your voice is soft, and you crawl up obediently.

“On your back in the middle of the mattress.”

As you move into place, you watch him, and he reaches for a box he left under the bed a few hours earlier.

Andy places the box on the bedside table, and first pulls out a thick, forest green satin ribbon.

He climbs up on the bed next to you. “Hold up your hands, wrists together for me.”

Despite everything else up to this point, he’s never physically bound you before.

Although he can see the evidence of your breathing speed up with the rise and fall of your chest, he’s incredibly pleased that you do exactly as he says, surrendering without a fuss. He wraps the ribbon around your wrists and forearms, then strokes your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

He moves back to the box, pulls out one end of the string, plugs it into the socket, and you gasp as a full string of white lights comes to life. Andy smiles and turns off the rest of the lights in the room.

Ten minutes later when he’s wrapped the lights around your arms – right over where the ribbons were first placed because he did want to protect your precious skin from being uncomfortable – and then bound you up to the headboard, where he strung the rest of the lights back and forth between the bedposts, and emerges naked from the large master closet, he fully appreciates the warm glow of the lights just as you have the lights from the tree. He more than gets it now.

Joining you once more on the bed, he runs his hands up your thighs, then guides them open and kneels between them.

“You’re so pretty like this, wife.”

You’re wet for him. Waiting for him.

“You want one more Christmas gift?” he asks, his eyes moving up your body to meet your eyes.

You let out a small, whimpered, “Yes,” and he smiles again. “Please,” you add.

“And I think it’s time we start really working on one more gift for me,” he says. He moves one hand to your hip and places the other solidly over your womb. “I’m done waiting to see you growing with my child, and it’s too perfect that you’re ovulating.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens just a little.

He smirks. “You think I really wouldn’t know something like that? Well, if you’re going to act dumb, I’ll just oblige and fuck you dumb. But, goddamn, you should know how perfect and beautiful you look for me just like this. Glowing under these lights? Perfection."

He leans down to kiss you. His lips move against yours, easily, he licks into your mouth, and you moan. He doesn't relent until you're breathless, and arching up beneath him.

"Now let’s make it so you glow for another reason.”