Omg This Is Horrible!!! The Stache Is Back And I Hate It!!¡! I Still Love Him Though

so damn true!!! Fell in love with him when i was 14 watching Not Another Teen Movie.. Now i am 34 and he still is my celebrity crush!!!!!!!!

When it comes to Chris Evans, it doesn't matter if it's...

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My answer will always be

i fucking love him..... Soooo damn much

Hollywood Heals

Pictures of Chris I think are hella hot

oh my god!!!! i want them so bad!!

Positively Thirsty

Let’s share some thirst, lovelies. Feel free to add on!

i fucking love this!!!!!!

Take It All Off

Summary: Chris does not want you wearing another team’s jersey in his house. In fact, he doesn’t want you wearing anything in his house.

Pairing Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Chris (he’s a warning. No plot lives here on Sinday

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A/N: Little drabble for a nonnie. Hope you like it

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Music booms through the lower level of the house, the waning scent of pizza and mozzarella sticks from the earlier hour-long break wafting through the living room. Boxes stacked neatly in the hall, you’re  standing in front of a small tower, searching for one in particular. Turning the stack around with your foot, the black writing on the side comes into view.

You scan down until you find the one with your t-shirts and sweats; you wiggle the box out and head upstairs. “Chris, I’m going to get changed, I’ll be right back.”

“Darlin’ we don’t wear clothes in this house,” he yells from the couch, sorting through your books.

You scoff, jogging up the stairs, dodging more boxes on the landing. That man is incorrigible, he’s already tried to tell you he has a “must wake Chris up with sex” rule and a “must sit on Chris’s lap during the game” rule. He already talked you into taking your pants off when the movers left.  

Incorrigible.

In fact, if he could keep his hands to himself for more than five minutes, half your stuff would have already been unpacked. And your shirt would not be covered in marinara sauce.

Who finds eating mozzarella sticks sexy?

 Christopher Evans, that’s who.

He kept trying to kiss you while you ate, causing you to spill the sauce down your shirt. Which led to him licking it off your exposed chest while you playfully fought him off. You smile softly thinking about how he offered to let you lick some off of his chest. 

Three hours into your first day officially living with him and you love him even more.

You push the bedroom door open with the corner of the box, setting it on the end of the bed. Ruffling through it, you find one of your favorite old worn t-shirts, setting it on the top of the pile, you pull your stained shirt over your head.

“Damn,” Chris groans from the doorway, “take it all off, baby”. He openly ogles you, biting his lip. He can feel himself getting hard seeing your soft half-naked body in his room.

You roll your eyes, tossing the shirt in the wicker hamper by the door, you grab your t-shirt shaking out the wrinkles before pulling it over your head, “down Chris,” you joke.

Chris pouts, pushing his plump bottom lip out, his bright blue eyes despondently watching your chest disappear under the fabric, “aw c’mon, baby we got an hour before the game, we can finish getting your–,” he cuts himself off when he spots the offensive logo on your perfect body.

You look over at him, brows furrowed at the sight of his narrowed eyes. Chris places his hands on his hips, his black shorts clinging to his ass, his muscles popping out of the dark shirt with the patriots’ logo painted on. He walks to you slowly, his nostrils flaring, a faint flush on his cheeks.

He pokes you in the middle of your chest with his long index finger, “what the fuck is this?”, he asks, his voice deepening.

You glance down, confused by his sudden mood change until you see the logo under his finger.

Oh.

Your eyes flicker up to his face, you can feel the resentment and indignation rolling off him in waves. 

And you like it.

Since you started dating, you learned what buttons to push to get Chris to do what you want, but there’s nothing like discovering a brand new one.

You flutter your lashes innocently, keeping your eyes on him, and shrug, “they’re my favorite team,” you bite your lip, pushing his finger away to touch the logo reverently, “I thought you knew that”

Chris glares at you, holding your chin between his warm rough fingers, “since when?”

“Since that time they kicked your team’s ass,” you smirk. You don’t know if or when they played against the Patriots, but when the flush on his cheeks deepens, you know you made a good guess.

“Take it off,” he spits out, leaning so close you could count his long eyelashes, his plump lips almost touching yours.

You grab the waistband of his shorts and retort, “Make me Christopher,” mocking his tone.

God, his eyes burn with passionate fury. That look blazing through you, making you wet and throb so much it almost hurts when you see the veins in his neck pop up.

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I love dark and evil Steve and Bucky!!!!! Omg so good

First and Last

A late addition to @jtargaryen18​‘s 4K challenge. Congrats, Snow Queen! You deserve it!!! Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader Summary: Masquerading as Beta was an easy choice. Too bad Bucky Barnes had other plans for you. Word Count: 3,500 Warnings: Rape/Non-Con (do NOT read if this upsets you!), possessive behavior, forced bond. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own!

“Captain Rogers? You wanted to see me, sir?” you asked as you walked into his office, pausing when he closed a file on his desk.

“Steve,” he replied kindly, gesturing to the chair at the front of his desk. “Please, take a seat.”

You walked over and quietly sat down, wondering why you had been called in. 

“Relax. You’re not in any kind of trouble,” he assured you, smiling a bit when you looked more comfortable. “I actually wanted to tell you that you’ve been doing an excellent job.”

“Oh. Thank you, Cap- Steve,” you said, trying not to preen under the praise. It wasn’t something most betas would do. 

As far as everyone knew, that’s what you were…a beta. A strong, capable force to be reckoned with. Someone still respectful to Alphas, but not one to be coddled or treated differently because biology dictated it. That wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to be treated as an equal.

Society had come far, but not far enough. When you presented as an omega, you were treated as fragile and expected to find an alpha to serve. And some certainly tried to push their way in. So you took defense classes. You were smart. You studied. You weren’t going to limit yourself just because some people were still stuck in the old mindset. 

It wasn’t easy having everything changed to state that you were a beta, but it got you where you were. Fellow agents and everyone else alike treated you fairly because of how hard you worked. The scent blockers and suppressants helped you maintain the masquerade. Only your medical file told the truth and no one had access to that. If they knew the truth…it would all be undone. 

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If you worship and adore Infold I just want you to know that you’re supporting a predatory company.

SUMMARY: It’s undeniable that feelings of scarcity and loss are evoked in players by the current rigged system, pity taken into account. This leads to players spending money (they’re preying on us, using basic psychology). Infold is making huge money in a predatory way. This is Capitalism and Corporate Greed at its worst. They’re not using their colossal profit to give back to the community either. Instead, they’re limiting free gifts & making the game harder for long term players. They don’t care about us.

Just because Love and Deepspace is easier than other Gacha games does NOT mean that it’s not also inherently predatory. You’re just seeing the lesser of two evils. Infold’s profit margin is INSANE.

Love and Deepspace is built on a gambling system. These sorts of systems prey on people who might have certain personality traits (collecting cards is not always driven by free willed choice— more on that later), & our generation has a greater need for dopamine because of social media, etc. The Pity system being set to 70 pulls, along with the dreaded 50-50, and the lack of sources for Diamonds, are all done on purpose. It is extremely difficult for anybody to play this game for free and pull even a single card they want. I’m not even talking about the struggles of those who love multiple LIs— we have it really hard, impossible really. Their revenue and profit is INSANE. They aren’t giving back to the fans with all the extra income, either. Good companies have done that. But Infold doesn’t have make a good effort to add in new features or have lowered prices. Why? Because they’re greedy. It’s undeniable that feelings of scarcity and loss are evoked in players by the current rigged system, pity taken into account. This leads to players spending money (they’re preying on us, using basic psychology). Infold is making huge money in a predatory way. This is Capitalism and Corporate Greed at its worst. They’re not using their colossal profit to give back to the community either. Instead, they’re limiting free gifts & making the game harder for long term players. They don’t care about us.

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I went ahead and did something!!! I should not have adult money.... I went and purchased a Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan calender. I fucking love those two so damn much!!! I have almost every movie they have been in!!!

tw // dark!andy, drugging, ovulation, ovulation cramps, late period, breeding kink, smut (implied? not much?), dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS!

god the concern on his face is something that doesn’t come naturally—it’s fake. when you wince in pain, the look is immediately plastered.

“are you okay, honey?” he questions, watching you from not too far. he’s only half a meter away from you. you nod your head, before shaking it.

“ovulation cramps. my period is kinda late, and it’s been happening for around two weeks now,” you tell him, finally opening up about your issues.

“should we go to the doctor?” andy questions, coming to your side and holding your hips. you immediately melt into his touch, pressing your body against his.

you shake your head again.

“maybe it’s a sign, y’know,” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to the side of your face. you lean into the affection, and he peppers smooches down to your neck.

“for?” you ask? moving your hand down to his hard cock. “for us to start trying,” he whispers in your ear and he pushes a hand between your thigh. you absentmindedly nod, before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“yeah, we should. fuck, i need you so badly, andy,” you whimper, before slamming your mouth against his. he needs you too, if not more. you don’t know that, though.

and you also don’t know about the little crushed up pills in the food he makes for you.