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iinsawdious · 9 months
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snovyda · 9 months
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"[Benji is] the only character in the whole franchise that can yell at Ethan. And Ethan actually listens, you know? Whenever Benji yells, Ethan kind of goes all quiet and it makes me laugh so much."
- Simon Pegg on Benji Dunn and his role in the team
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sluttyhenley · 9 months
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running in missions since 1996
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atwellfilm · 5 months
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HAYLEY ATWELL IS GRACE in Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning [2023]
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redbelles · 1 year
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+ bonus:
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MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - ROGUE NATION + letterboxd reviews ↳ insp. & insp.
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albaharu · 8 months
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i think she should wear it always (x)
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caramelskinnedking · 9 months
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“I’m watching Mission: Impossible for the plot.”
The plot:
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dhsyweirdo · 8 months
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OMG [SCREAMING]
YES ETHAN LOVES BENJI OBVIOUSLY.
WE ALL LOVE BENJI Soooooooo MUCH.
I love Tom just can't stop himself to reassure Simon that Ethan loves Benji too, I mean, obviously !!!
—— 20230629 Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Pt.1 Press Conference in Korea ——
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ilsaethan · 1 year
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chris mcquarrie: i'm like, we're shooting this action scene and you're running and you're getting out of here... it's like, i don't have time for the shoes. and [tom] was like "the shoes are essential. it's part of the date. she's gotta take her shoes off."
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stdeeoftheknife · 9 months
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the women of dead reckoning part one <3
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obisamya · 6 months
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POM KLEMENTIEFF as PARIS Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One (2023)
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agentfaust · 6 months
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ETHAN HUNT + textposts (pt. 2)
pt. 1 / pt. 3 / pt. 4 / pt. 5
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sluttyhenley · 6 months
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It's my first time in Venice.
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - DEAD RECKONING (2023)
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atwellfilm · 1 month
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The scene where Ethan asks Grace if she trusts him and she shakes her head no and then corrects herself by shaking her head indicating that yes, she trusts him, was Hayley's mistake.
She was tired from all the effort required for the train scene sequence. And Hayley was actually very scared while recording the scene.
FILM: MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - DEAD RECKONING
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redbelles · 1 year
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MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE — FALLOUT dir. Christopher McQuarrie
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mitchellpete · 4 months
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Kinktober Day 23 - Bath/shower
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pairing: ethan hunt x f!reader
cw: mild injury descriptions, imf agent!reader, shower sex, handjobs, thigh fucking, penetration, unprotected sex
word count: 1618
kinktober masterlist here.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
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It’s seemingly the biggest relief of your life, stepping under the hot spray of water. 
A few hours after the mission, the team had finally sprawled out. Ethan decided he’d stay in Paris just a few extra days, where he’d been holed up in a bleak little apartment a month prior to the mission. The place had been vacant while the team used the safehouse, now a little dusty and cold and dark, but its state was the least of your worries when you both stumbled inside.
Battered and sore, you both quietly made your way into the bathroom. Ethan turned the water on, the sudden jolt of it loud against the tub. Allowing the water some time to warm, you watched as he stripped in front of the mirror, watched as his eyes surveyed every splot of purple and yellow that littered his torso. He winced as he touched a particularly large bruise on the side of his ribs. You leaned in in the midst of stripping your own clothes, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder blade, right above a long, red cut. That scary fall he’d taken earlier.
“You took too many bumps,” you murmured with a frown, lightly dragging your fingers down his back. 
Ethan shuddered at the feeling, hands gripping the sink. An exhale.  “Got the job done. That’s all that matters now.”
“And getting some rest,” you remind him, stepping back to finish ripping your garments off. You reach for him when done, wrapping a hand around his arm and tugging him towards the steam.
Ethan groans when the water washes over him. You stand with him underneath the spray, letting the heat relieve your muscles. You watch him in front of you, as the water hits the top of his head and runs down his face. His eyes close, his long lashes sticking to his cheeks the same way his hair sticks to his forehead. You smile, pushing yours back, away from your face.
Soap in hand, Ethan brings you close, gently bringing it to your body. It smells nice—lavender, it must be. The scent fills your nostrils as Ethan brings it up close, running it up your chest and across your collarbone, over the curve of your shoulder, down your back. You moan softly at the pressure, more so when he sets the soap aside and just rubs the soapy bubbles into your skin with his hands. He watches intently as he touches you, teeth biting into his bottom lip as his fingers knead and massage your chest. Hands surprisingly soft against your skin, his touch climbs up to your neck. You wrap your hands around his wrists when he’s washing you there, and he takes the opportunity to lean in for a kiss.
The buzz of his touch and now his mouth on yours excites you underneath the hot water. You reach for the soap mid-kiss, rubbing it in between your hands and then setting it aside again to just massage at his skin the way he’s doing for you. 
You both stand there, hands exploring the dips and curves and muscles on each other’s bodies. Ethan pulls away from the kiss but his mouth lingers on the corner of yours, where he lets out a small groan at the feel of your hands. It’s then that his finger brushes against your hardened nipple, eliciting a groan out of you too, except yours comes out more high pitched and needy. Ethan’s touch travels south, down your abdomen and over your hip bone, where his fingers wrap around your skin there. 
The heat of the water has your bodies flushed and warm, and suddenly everything feels a bit too hot when Ethan brings you in even closer. You feel his cock against your skin then, hardening in between your bodies. 
Your hand slides down his chest and down his abs, and then your fingers gingerly wrap around his shaft. He hisses against your mouth, jerking forward into your grasp. You squeeze him a bit, getting a few whiney noises out of him that only further your desire. He breathes out, reaches for the soap again to continue slathering you in it, to make use of his hands while you stroke him. 
Ethan continues washing your body, his touch still gentle even as his breathing quickens. Matching his gentle touch, you slowly move your hand up and down, getting him fully hard in your fist. 
The soap he rubs all over you runs down, dripping from your chest and down your legs, leaving your body slick and slippery. Ethan moans and pushes you back against the cold tiled wall, head dipping down to nip at your neck. You angle your head to grant him access, sighing against the side of his head. His mouth is hot on your skin, almost as hot as the water, and it only adds to the coil in your stomach. You grind against him in anticipation, needy and desperate for more friction. 
You gasp as Ethan complies, feeling his cock poke in between your legs. You buck up against him, allowing him to slide in and out of your thighs. The bubbles running down your body help him slip and slide with ease, his hips jerking in and out of the crevice of your legs. He gasps against your neck, overcome with pleasure.
“Ethan,” you whine, rolling your hips. Your cunt suddenly throbs with need, clenching around nothing. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, you bring him in as close as can be. You’re careful not to slip, the soap still dripping and pooling at your feet.
Ethan’s cock continues sliding in between your legs, his heavy pants against your ear. You groan, back arching off the tiles as the pleasure trickles up your inner thighs and gathers in your abdomen. You feel your knees buckle, and Ethan seems to notice too, a strong hand wrapping around your arm to keep you steady. The other hand meets the wall beside your head to hold himself up, hips thrusting almost desperately. 
You lean up, pressing your mouth to his neck to coax him closer to his imminent orgasm but it’s like he suddenly changes his mind, groaning loudly and pulling back just as you gently bite in between his neck and shoulder.
“Fuck, come here,” he mumbles breathlessly, using the grip on your arm to turn you around. Now facing the wall, legs slightly tense from having stood against it, you bite your lip and hold onto the grab bar beside you for leverage. His warmth is ever present behind you, his hips against your ass and then it happens quickly—he pushes inside you, the stretch delicious and easy. Your lashes flutter in pleasure, back arching again as your body takes him in, feeling him meet your deepest spots.
Your back aches slightly from the fighting just hours prior but Ethan bottoms out inside of you and suddenly all you can think of is the glow that washes over you, igniting your entire body in white hot bliss. 
You can’t see Ethan behind you but you can hear him—filthy moans and quiet murmuring and praise that you can’t quite make out under the spray of water. 
You’re sure you see stars when he starts to move, hips meeting your ass with every thrust, his fingers digging into your waist. The sound of skin on skin and the slap of water is loud over the spray, as are your sudden strangled noises. 
Ethan moans your name, and then a series of whines stuck in the back of his throat, and you’re sure he’s close. His composure is always impressive, and he’s usually the gentleman that always needs you to cum first, but his hips start sputtering this one time. He pulls out just as he starts spilling inside of you, some of it in and the rest landing in the mix of bubbles and soap on the tub floor. 
He gasps as he cums, hand coming up to the wall to steady himself again. Still, he guides his cock back inside you with the opposite hand to finish you off, biting his lip to suppress his moans. It’s seemingly impossible for him, and it’s your turn to gasp when the warmth of his whole body covers you, chest pressed to your back and lips next to your ear, where he continues spilling them.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear, and behind it. “That’s it.”
Your knuckles go white from gripping the bar, and you throw your head back, cheek to cheek with him as he sloppily starts his thrusts again. Ethan’s hands travel up your body this time, trailing your chest and all the other little sensitive spots he knows. 
It’s not long before he’s got you gasping and sputtering beneath him, body shaking and legs going weak. It’s like the glow coursing through you suddenly explodes, overtaking your senses, and then it’s all too much—the water, the soreness in your body, all the steam surrounding you. Ethan holds onto you as it takes you, strong arms around your middle once he’s pulled out again. You instantly turn in his arms to face him again, arms wrapping around his neck, exhausted. Face to face, you both pant, coming down from the high together. 
You shamefully have to take a seat in the tub to finish cleaning yourself off, legs feeling tingly, and Ethan playfully teases you about it. It’s all worth it, though, because then you’re wrapped in a towel and dried off and carried to bed, where you get to lay on Ethan’s chest and relish in the post-mission victory together.
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