#Chris Evans

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

You know who you are

tuvok is the funniest bitch on this ship

[musette22]

"[Chris Evans] actually sent me a really, really beautiful text about A Different Man and how much he loved it, so I was so happy. He saw it!" [X]

[yourbuckies]

— Jeremy Radin

[cinderellasfella]

Chris Evans Two Turtle Doves Featurette | Red One (2024)

[riricitaa]

before mentioning Chris:

after mentioning Chris:

[georgiapeach30513]

Can I just say that I really love the Jack look.

[bostonboy1981]

BTS Chris Evans filming Red one with Agent Garcia

[abduloki]

Make Superhero Boy Scouts Great Again!

Hope Scott Summers aka Cyclops gets better treatment in the MCU. His character deserves the spotlight as much as Superman and Captain America.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ngl the way sebastian's hair looked at the american cinematheque event is what i would imagine it to look like after he gives head like it's all messy and disheveled & he's all glassy eyed & buzzing bc of the praise like oof i have some thoughts on thisss

related to this (also in gif form)

Liz 👏🏻 you're 👏🏻 so 👏🏻 fucking 👏🏻 right 👏🏻

It's the perfect kind of disheveled 😮‍💨😮‍💨 driving me absolutely insane because it's all I can think about since those photos first dropped

Like, just imagine--

The glittering, golden remnants of Chris' sinful praise still rings in Sebastian's ears even after Chris has long since stopped talking, filling the space instead with a whole lot of quiet, shallow panting. Nothing coherent. He's catching his breath after having it kicked--rather, more aptly sucked--from him.

All his praise is a honed dager slicing into Sebastian, cutting him into peices with arousal; lust flowing and flowing from the sharp-edged blade in until he's bleeding arousal out, too, not just rushing heat in his veins but outside his body, too, through the throbbing, perfect wound Chris leaves him with. Sebastian wishes he'd plunge deeper and twist. It feels so fucking good.

His words are always heavy, almost as titillating as touching itself--hands caressing, sliding, groping.

Chris had been saying lot of words, all of them cut through with groans and gasping swears about his "fuckin' mouth," and how "yes, yes, ohmygod, Seb, baby, that feels s'good," 'cause he's "too talented" at taking Chris' dick down his throat. Humming around it, swallowing, licking, and sucking when he can--when he's not just being used with it.

Pounded by it.

Deep.

Yeah, Jesus Christ, Sebastian's ears are ringing. And arousal and need still pollute his body along with the praise, opened by Chris' intrusion.

He's got more than that, too. It's an onslaught of sensation inside him. Nerves crackling, warmed enough to spit.

His knees ache, and so does his jaw. His eyes are glassy, leaving him to stumble through the blurry interior of their house, trying to fumble his way on watery knees to their bathroom, and, oh, somewhere, at some stretch of the hallway, it comes to his dulled attention that he's breathing harder than he thought he was.

Too, his body suddenly calls attention to his mouth. He was, abstractly, thinking of it and feeling it already, seeing as he's just been using it to tempt a rushing, tumbling orgasm from his boyfriend, but... It's less about his throat now. He was feeling it in his throat before. A little raw. A lot stretched. Now, he's oh-so aware of his lips. He doesn't need to see them to know that they're swollen, red, and wet. His crackling nerves can tell him that.

When he licks them, they're sensitive, all buzzing and tender, from the obscene abuse of being nothing but a hole for Chris to plunder. Ruin.

Sebastian shivers, sinking down an inch against the hallway wall before pulling himself together enough to stagger another step forward. His breathing is hard, jagged. If it were cold enough, he'd see big, heavy clouds of it hanging in front of his face. Jesus. Swallowing just makes every step harder. There's nothing he wants more than to give into the whimpering, neediest part of him that insists in his mind, throwing a fit, that he turn his ass right back around and crawl back to Chris. He wants him in his mouth again right now. He's too empty. He has so much cold, dull space in his mouth that could be hot and wet and full.

Fuck.

Chris should know better than to lay around their home in sweatspants with nothing on underneath, no matter if it's laundry day or not. Further, he should especially know not to do it on a day when Sebastian has a pre-determined, non-negotiable deadline for when he has to leave the house to go to an event he has to be there for. Sebastian isn't to blame! No way. It's not his fault. It's not a weak rebuttal. Nope. It's perfectly logical reaction--natural, even.

When Chris is manspreading, Sebastian loses all capability of looking ahead for possible consequences of sating his oral fixation. There is suddenly nothing but that need. His mouth: empty. Chris Evans: right there for the having. Filling. Who wouldn't lose it? Who, if they don't already have an oral fixation, wouldn't develop one from having regular, fantastic sex with none other than Christopher Robert Evans?

Another handful of not-straight steps journeying into the bathroom allows Sebastian the luxury of enough working braincells to try and straight his clothes, plucking and tugging them back into some kind of order, metaphorically dusting himself off after spending ten maybe fifteen minutes on their clean (other than the dog hair) living room floor. As he rearranges his clothes, Seb finds himself sure that the tell-all of his debauched, unable-to-be-helped behavior will be the line of his very erect cock pressing against his slacks and tenting them. That, or, it'll be the swollen, reddened pillows of his lips after being stretched around Chris' perfect, hard, fuckin' thick shaft, worshipping it the way it deserves. But--

Actually, wobbling into the bathroom on his fawn-like legs and pressing himself flat to the back of the door for some semblance of stability, and then turning his head to meet himself in the mirror, huh, he finds that the confession-giver is his hair.

The mop of his brown hair, previously styled to be slicked back, neat and out of his face, has been just as thoroughly defiled as the rest of him feels.

It's sticking up everywhere, obviously, thoroughly, gloriously fucked-up by none other than Chris Evans big... strong... thick hands. Hands that're good for petting... good for pulling... good for slapping... good for too many unspeakably filthy actions that cause Sebastian's tratorious fucking mouth to water embarrassingly. He can literally feel his salivary glands working. Tingling.

At the same time that he flushes with the sizzling hunger rising to the back of his throat, Seb realizes his reflection is gawking, mouth open.

He shuts his mouth with an audible click.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He sways forward, hands planting themselves palm-down on the counter top, leaning in harder, head hanging a little lower, just trying to fucking keep it together. Keep himself together. He can do this. He can gather himself enough to not look like an absolute slutty mess, discombobulated and spacey, when wandering outside. He needs a head on his shoulders to answer questions and to speak to fans. He, for once, won't look so lost. He'll, he's... he'll, yeah, he'll just splash some water on his face. Just. He immediately, desperately has to think of anything but Chris' fucking hands and how much he wants them pulling his hair and biting at his waist, bruising him with his fingertips, prying him open and writing his name inside him.

He, like, has to go. Now. Or he'll never leave. And he's already spent too long drifting--fantasizing with his eyes open about everything Chris can do to him, all the ways he cuts him open and lavishes him with pleasure--letting his thoughts carry him far, far away from the bathroom. So, Christ, now, he doesn't even have time to re-style his hair.

Chris is terrible, though, because he has no sympathy for Sebastian's absolute peril. He just chuckles, voice low, lips stretched in a lazy, handsome grin as he watches Seb stumble out the door, nearly forgetting his wallet and keys, from beneath heavy eyelids.

It's not his fault!

It's Chris'!

Love that I wasn't going to write anything for this, just a quick paragraph or two, and then it turned into that, haha. I just can't stop myself 😏

[branclet]

I miss Chris Evan's Captain America movies!

- Darshana Suresh

[imkisoakira]

Chris sent Seb a really really beautiful text about a different man and how much he loved it🤣

[musette22]

"that's his Chris smile" that's exactly what I thought hahaha. It's this beautiful really genuine smile every time Chris is mentioned. So lovely 🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰

It's incredible. Look at this man. Look at that face. That is not a subtle face at all, Sebastian, honey.

🎵 Chris in Sebastian, sitting in a tree....🎶 you get the picture 🥰

[archivecevans]

CHRIS EVANS stills from RED ONE

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Epilogue) AND Boston Bears: Fake Out - Rugby Player! Ari x Reader (Part 1 SNEAK PEAK)

Summary: A year has passed since the championship final and it's a rare opportunity to watch Chris play from the stands

Word Count: 707 words

Warnings: Fluff! Mention of Past Sexual Harrassment! Allusion to SMUT! 18+ ONLY

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Epilogue

1 year later

It was very rare for you to watch a rugby game from the stands. You were generally on the sidelines, watching and making sure you were ready to run on at a moment's notice. It meant you could never really properly enjoy the match.

It was a different story today though. Instead of your navy blue Boston Bears tracksuit and medical bib, you were wearing a white jersey with red and blue stripes and Chris’ name on the back.

You cheered loudly from the stands in the French stadium, watching Chris play in the first World Cup match of the tournament. You thought you would be the loudest person in the stadium but to your surprise, Tommi was shouting and cheering much louder than you. 

“He’s off his feet sir!” Tommi shouted gesturing to the ruck.

If you had told her two years ago that she would have travelled all the way to France for a rugby game she would have died laughing. Yet here she was, lots has changed over the last year and a bit.

One major change was Bryce’s career. Exactly a year after you left the Lion the news broke that an investigation was being launched against Bryce for several sexual harassment allegations. The head coach got in touch with you and asked you to provide a testimony on what Bryce had done to you. You had been apprehensive to go through it all again but Chris promised to be by your side the entire time. He even missed a game to do so. Thanks to you and the other women who came forward, Bryce’s career was over. It took a whole year but you finally had your justice.

“Oh my god ref are you blind!” Tommi shouted.

You chuckled and shook your head as you turned your attention back to the game. It wasn’t long until the final whistle blew and the two of you could make your way down to the sidelines.

Chris smiled as soon as he saw you, his chest still heaving as he caught his breath following an intense match. He always looked so sexy after a match, his hair was always a mess, the veins were bulging in his arms. Energy would radiate off of him which made the rest of the stadium disappear.

He walked over to you and enveloped you in a tight hug. Anyone else would feel a little grossed out because of how sweaty he was but you didn’t care. The two of you spent plenty of time getting sweaty together and it never bothered you.

“Sorry that you guys lost,” you said rubbing his biceps soothingly.

He shrugged his shoulders “We knew it was gonna be tough going against the hosts but I think we did well” 

“You did very well, I’m very proud of you” You smiled reaching up to kiss him.

“Thank you sweetheart” he grinned “Knowing you were out there wearing my jersey definitely helped” 

“I can wear it later if you want” you smirked.

“I want you to only wear it, and this of course” Chris smirked as he lifted your left hand, this thumb brushing past the ring on your fingers.

“I think I can do that” you smiled. 

Chris had proposed to you on the anniversary of the championship win. He had admitted that he planned to do it earlier on the anniversary of when you first met but with everything that went down with Bryce, he decided to hold off. It was a beautiful May evening, the stadium was deserted when he led you onto the pitch right to the centre before getting down on one knee and asking you the most important question you’ll ever have to answer. You had barely let him finish when you squealed yes multiple times and tackled him to the floor in a massive hug. The sound of his laughter echoed around the stadium as you landed on top of him. 

“God I love you so much” he beamed as he cupped your cheeks.

“I love you more” you smiled reaching up to first kiss the tip of his nose before landing on his lips, the ones you’ll call home for the rest of your life. 

Boston Bears: Fake Out - Rugby Player! Ari Levinson x Reader

A/N: Just a quick reminder that the reader from Off-Limits has now become an OFC called Elena and Tommi is now our reader!

Word Count: 796 words

Warnings: Language! Mention of Masterbation! Minor Angst!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Boston Bears Masterlist / Masterlist

“Levinson is everything okay?” the head coach questioned with an arched brow “Everything at home?” 

Ari felt his defences go up all of a sudden “Perfect” he stated “Can I go to training now or is there more to say on how I won’t represent my country?”

Once again the head coach didn’t react, nothing more than clench his jaw “No” he said gesturing for Ari to leave. 

Ari did exactly that, storming out of the media room. The door slammed loudly behind him. He couldn’t wait to get to the weight room where he could work through his frustrations which were only getting worse. 

He was so caught up in his anger that he wasn’t really looking where he was going. He turned a corner and ran straight into someone. He looked down to see a woman he didn’t recognise, her hair up in a messy bun, and baggy clothes. She certainly didn’t work here, and only staff and players were allowed in the building.

She stuttered an apology but Ari’s anger and frustration that had been simmering since the match on Saturday boiled over “Who the hell are you? You know you can’t be back here? What are you a fan desperate for an autograph or media desperate for a scoop?” He demanded.

The woman stuttered slightly before completely breaking down in tears. Ari scoffed in frustration and moved to step around her, he’d have to go find security to deal with this. 

He’d just stepped around her when he heard someone speak up behind him “Y/N? What on earth are you doing here?” Elena said.

Ari turned around and saw Chris and Elena standing there. Elena had a look of shock on her face, while Chris was frowning at Ari. He then glanced back down at the woman beside him who was sobbing. It took him a moment but he then recognised you. You were the bombshell that had him by the balls from the moment he met you back in late April. 

“What the fuck Levinson” Chris demanded as Elena rushed over and hugged you. 

“I- I didn’t-“ Ari stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“What's wrong? Why on earth are you here?” Elena asked you softly.

“I’m sorry I meant to call yesterday but I forgot and- and-“ you stuttered before breaking down into sobs again. 

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay let’s get you out of here” Elena said shooting a glare up at Ari before wrapping an arm around you and leading you away.

Chris watched as Elena took you away and out of sight before turning back to Ari “What the hell man? Why’d you yell at her? Why’d you upset her like that?” Chris demanded.

Ari shook his head unable to think of a reason “I didn’t even recognise her” he muttered “I thought she was a crazed fan or something”

“You shouldn’t have yelled at her even if she was!” Chris argued shaking his head at him.

“I know… I- I fucked up” Ari admitted.

Fucked up was an understatement. From the moment he set eyes on you in that hotel bar you captured his attention and never let go. You looked absolutely stunning in the red sundress you’d been wearing, a beautiful smile on your face as you laughed with Elena. He’d felt this tugging sensation that drew him closer and he knew he had to at least say hello. 

He’d been secretly devastated when you held out your hand and showed off your engagement ring. He’d only just met you, he knew nothing about you but he found himself cursing the universe that he’d met you too late. He hadn’t missed his chance, he never had one. Yet despite all that he couldn’t just drop it, he wanted to get to know you, flirt with you. Maybe he hoped that your relationship was on the rocks and he had a chance, that he couldn’t leave LA without even trying. Maybe he hoped it would get you out of his system.

It didn’t.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about you for the last 5 months. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he’d fantasised about you, and thought of you whenever he needed to find a release. Ari was no stranger to finding hookups but he hadn’t even managed to do that because he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

He kicked himself for the way he behaved. If you didn’t want him before, you definitely wouldn’t want him now after he made you cry. His heart ached as he replayed the moment your face crumpled, your left hand moving to cup your mouth as if you could stop yourself from crying.

Wait.

“She wasn’t wearing her ring” Ari muttered as he looked over at Chris.

A/N: I am so sad to be sharing the offical ending of Chris' story but so excited to share the first proper sneak peak into Ari's story which will go live in the New Year!!! and for those of you who will miss Chris and his medic as you can see they will definitely be featuring in future stories! See you in the New Year!

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[georgiapeach30513]

They really do love each other.