Love me some Cap

Married mom that loves Chris Evans, Marvel, Foo Fighters - 18+ only

[chrisevansstuff1981]

Netflix Takes US Rights To Chris Evans, Anya Taylor-Joy's 'Sacrifice'

Netflix is taking US rights to Romain Gavras' starry satire Sacrifice, starring Chris Evans, Anya Taylor-Joy, Salma Hayek Pinault and Vincen

[thelonesomequeen]

Welp, here's the answer for you, anon. LOL 🧜‍♀️

[spectre-posts]

Maybe we'll actually get to see this now! Thanks for the update @chrisevansstuff1981 and @thelonesomequeen

[before-we-get-started]

Excellent news!

[liberalsarecool]

Every racist MAGA/GOP/KKK slippery slope prediction is worthless.

[spectre-posts]

This guys is back from @what-is-your-plan-today with edits! We're getting closer to an update!

[chris-evans]

👀

[thezombieprostitute]

Zombie Hosts a Writing Challenge

I've had thieves on the mind lately (thank you Napoleon Solo and Jack O'Malley). Rather than create another series, I'm opting to pass the idea on to others. Please join me in creating a veritable den of thieves!

Rules and Prompts beneath the cut!

Target: The Blue Diamond of Alqualondë

Rumored to once have sat in the crown of royalty, it is worth a hefty amount. The current known value is $5.8 million. While that alone is enough to get appetites whet, there are a number of collectors, fencers, and cutters willing to get their hands on it. What's more, because it's consider a historical treasure, there is no engraving or other identifying marks on it. It has recently been purchased and taken away from the world.

It needs to be freed. How will you do it?

Rules

Please limit entries to 10k words.

If you write more than 200, please use a "Read More".

Characters from any fandom and OCs are welcome!

There are no genre restrictions. Make it fantastical or realistic as you like.

Dark creations are accepted but NO underage, incest, or bestiality. Please add warnings to your works appropriately.

Please use one prompt from each category (see below) if you are able.

The challenge will run for the entire month of May.

Please tag me (@thezombieprostitute) in your posts and use the hashtag #let's plan a heist

Prompts

Where:

Mansion - The home of the owner. Expect security to be tight and everyone being watched.

Museum - On display for a limited time. While security is more relaxed, there are likely others eyeing the prize

Bank - A vault that is supposed to be maximum security. Guards are light, the doors are heavy.

Auction - While the auction house has their own security, expect both bidders and sellers to have their own guards.

Mid-transport - Basically a safe on wheels. Either crack it open or drive it off!

When:

A party/celebration - It's time to get down! And then get out!

Random - Dart landed on today. It's go time.

Celestial event - May the heavens smile upon you, or at least be flashy enough to help distract.

Someone has reached their breaking point - They got on every last nerve and now it's time to pay.

Why:

Just because - You were bored.

Money - Can't have too much.

Revenge - They had it coming.

Making a point - Maybe this will teach them a valuable lesson.

Fortune and Glory - Bragging rights amongst your peers.

You were hired - No questions asked.

Return it to its home country - reverse Indiana Jones.

How:

Under cover of darkness - Sometimes the classics just work

Long con - Get the schedule, find the access codes, make them believe you are someone else.

Smash and grab - Simple thuggery. Surprisingly effective for low cost.

Guns blazing - Run and Gun, Spray and Pray

Distraction - Is that a rabbit over there?

Who:

Solo - You are the best partner you have

Partner - The invitation did say you could bring a +1.

Crew - You may have the skills to pay the bills, but somebody needs to write the check and your handwriting is atrocious.

Opposition (Optional)

A rival - Someone out to make you look bad.

Competition - You're not the only one with this idea.

The "Good Guy" - The detective trying to catch you.

Something Completely Different - Someone else is stealing a different target. Hope they don't trip the alarm!

Special thanks to @fluxxdog for help with the flavor text on this post!

[stargazingfangirl18]

This is so cool! Thanks for hosting 🤩

[stargazingfangirl18]

Public Relations

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,864

Summary: You’re the Avengers’ PR consultant, which also makes you Steve Rogers’ arch-nemesis, cause his days of being a dancing monkey are over.

Warnings: Bad language.

A/N: This takes place after the first Avengers movie. Look at me, giving a timeline like a writer who cares lolol.

“So, you’re really there to discuss the Avengers Relief Fund – how the team is aware of the damage it takes to avenge things and beat the baddies and this is why you founded this program, to help fund and execute the repairs.”

“Yes, I do actually know what the Avengers Relief Fund is, thank you.”

You paused at Steve Rogers’ clipped tone, resisting the urge to give in to the longsuffering sigh that was just begging to be released.

“I’m aware, Captain, just reviewing everything.”

He snorted but didn’t say anything else.

You glanced up at him, frowning at the tense set of his shoulders and the way he sat ramrod straight in his chair. He was staring down at the tabletop with enough bitterness that you were suddenly glad you were meeting in a generic conference room and not your office.

You actually liked your furniture and décor, thank you very much.

“It is a morning show,” you continued reviewing your notes. “So, I’m sure the female hostess is going to grill you on your love life. Just laugh it off and give vague, noncommittal answers. That way you’re acknowledging her question but keeping the audience on your side. Fangirls tend to turn traitor when you start name dropping your flings, if you know what I mean.”

“I really don’t,” Steve replied. “Perhaps you could enlighten me.”

Your head snapped up and your eyes narrowed at the challenging look he was giving you. Steve crossed his arms, and you had to bite your tongue to keep your brain functioning and your gaze away from his impressive biceps.

Sure, he was pretty, but he was also a shit.

Keep reading

[before-we-get-started]

I think I speak for the entire Steve Rogers electorate when I say - More, please! This is just one of many examples of why I love your stories, @stargazingfangirl18. Appreciate you so much!

[bostonboy1981]

Chris Evans Materialists interview GIFs part 1

[spectre-posts]

What Is Dead May Never Die Masterlist

Disclaimer: This and all works on this blog are a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. This work and all works on this blog are not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content, adult content and themes, language, etc. By reading this work or any works posted, shared or reblogged on this blog, you agree that you are at least 18 years of age.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. 

The author of this work claims not to own any characters outside of the OC(s; original character(s)) here within. 

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By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 

A @spectre-posts​​ & @what-is-your-plan-today​ ​ Collaboration

Prologue – There’s a Fine Line Between Love and Hate (Kinktober 2022)

Chapter 1 - Bleeding Between the Lines

Chapter 2 - Mutual Needs, Reluctant Desires

Chapter 3 - Shades of Gray

Chapter 4 - Open Wounds Never Heal

Chapter 5 - Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Not Dead

Chapter 6 - Libya is a Shit Hole

Chapter 7 - Put Your Pants on First

[spectre-posts]

You can catch up here, if you feel like it.

[spectre-posts]

Coming soon-ish...

A 2 part (maybe 3), definitely 2 part series finale. 😉

@what-is-your-plan-today and I have just been busy-busy...

[before-we-get-started]

So excited for this @spectre-posts and @what-is-your-plan-today ❤️

[kindaskimpy]

[stargazingfangirl18]

Noncompliant

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,996 Summary: As a Senior Developer at Superior AI, it’s no surprise that you’re assigned to work on the malfunctioning bot that nobody else can seem to fix. What is surprising? Just how noncompliant and vulgar said malfunctioning bot is.  Warnings: AU. Explicit language. AI!Lloyd. Developer!Reader. 40s!Curvy!Reader. I know next to nothing about being a developer, so cut me some slack please lol 😅 Vulgar language and innuendos.  

A/N: Here he is!!!! AI!Lloyd is coming in hot and horny, as per usual bwahaha. I hope you enjoy him as much as I do. Please take a moment to screech at me once you finish reading. I can’t wait to hear what you think! Enjoy! ❤️

Superior AI Masterlist

The timing was almost comical. 

You literally just finished submitting the report to close out your latest project when the door to your lab slid open with a quiet whoosh.

You glanced up, lips tilting into a smile as your boss and Director of the Systems & Behavior Engineering Department at Superior AI, Margaret Cahill, strode in. 

You both admired and envied how put together and unflappable Margaret always was. You knew that as a woman inching closer to retirement but having no interest in walking away from her work, she had clawed her way to the top of this male-dominated industry and had to fight each and every day to retain her position and authority. 

She had seen something in you nearly twenty years ago when she hired you straight out of college and had promptly taken you under her wing. And now here you were, working as her most senior developer, and soaking in as much of her knowledge and wisdom as you could.

Margaret was like the mother you had always wanted but sadly never had, and she returned the small smile you gave her as she stood before you. 

“I know there’s only a week until you take your much-deserved vacation,” Margaret got right to it, “But I have a new assignment for you. One I think you’ll enjoy.”

You perked up at that, rising from your seat and nearly wincing at the tightness in your lower back and shoulders. You really needed to remember to get up every once in a while to move around and stretch more often–you certainly weren’t getting any younger, and your body was more than happy to beat you over the head with that truth on the daily.

“Tell me more,” you nearly grinned, feeling a spark of excitement at the glimmer of amusement–and challenge–in your boss’ gaze.

She turned just as your lab door slid open again. You both watched as two department AIs worked together to wheel in an upright dolly that held a third robot, slumped over with his head hanging against his chest, clearly powered off. 

“This is Lloyd Hansen,” Margaret gestured to the robot on the dolly. “He never made it to market, barely got off the assembly line before he started to glitch.”

She handed you a folder that was thick and filled with various reports and documentation on the bot, provided by a handful of previous developers. 

“Glitching how?” you asked as you flipped open the folder and gave the contents a quick glance. 

“Noncompliant behavior. He’s somehow been overriding his programming and default protocols,” Margaret explained. “Everything from refusing to comply with standard directives, to vulgar language and behavior. He even managed to procure his own accessories without leaving an order or payment papertrail.”

You glanced up, eyeing the AI’s outfit. An expensive yellow and tan polo with some fancy logo on the breast, fitted khaki slacks, and a pair of Gucci loafers, without socks. You made a face as you met Margaret’s bemused gaze. 

“How is this possible?” you asked. 

She shrugged. “If any of the other developers had solved that puzzle, I wouldn’t be here. Figured you could use a fun one though before you’re off on vacation.” She paused, her features going serious. “You are still going on vacation, right? You haven't taken time off in so long, HR asked me if I was sure you weren’t a bot.”

You snorted, giving her a wry grin. “Yes, I’m still going on vacation. I booked a decked out cabin in the middle of nowhere. Three whole weeks of rest and relaxation.”

“Good,” Margaret gave you a genuine smile. The twinkle returned to her eyes as she asked, “Are you planning to take a special someone with you so you don’t need to spend your vacation all alone?”

You grimaced. “No, just me. As usual.”

Because you weren’t great at dating and hadn’t done it in a long time. You tended to spend most of your time working, or thinking about work. You were beginning to think that maybe you were destined to be alone.

“Well I hope you have a wonderful time. And I expect you to fully log off for the entire duration,” Margaret gave you a stern look. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

She nodded, pleased. “Well, have fun with this one. Just take a few weeks to work on him, and then let me know if you think he’s salvageable or if we should have him decommissioned for parts.” 

“Will do.” 

You and Margaret shared a final smile before she turned and strode from your lab, the two department bots dutifully trailing after her and leaving you all alone with…

You checked the folder again–Lloyd Hansen.

You’d never met or heard of a Lloyd in your entire life.

“What a dumb name,” you snorted, tossing the folder onto your desk before circling the slumped frame of the AI. 

He was tall and well-built, his shoulders broad and testing the stretch of his polo. Lloyd had a narrow waist and thick thighs, and his brown hair was shaved on the sides but long on top and currently swooping over his face. You touched a finger beneath his chin to lift his head, surprised by the handsome features that awaited you. 

Well, minus the mustache. 

“Obviously engineered by someone who’s a fan of 70s pornos,” you snickered before circling the bot again. 

You touched the patch of skin at the back of his neck, not perturbed in the least by how real his faux skin felt.

In response to your caress, the Superior AI logo appeared on Lloyd’s nape, glowing neon turquoise to highlight the usually hidden power button. You pressed it for three seconds before Lloyd immediately straightened, going rigid as he let out an irritated grunt.

“What the shit?” he snarled, glancing around your unfamiliar lab. “Where’s that four-eyed basement dweller, I swear to fuck, I’m gonna snap his pencil neck!”

“Wow,” you hummed, eyes wide as Lloyd spun around to face you, his brow furrowing. “Margaret was not kidding, you’re kind of the worst, huh?”

Lloyd’s furrowed brow morphed into a full on glower. “Who the hell are you?”

“The next in a long list of developers who've been charged with trying to salvage you. Apparently, I have my work cut out for me.”

Lloyd hmphed as his bright blue eyes slowly inched over you, lingering on the swell of your chest and the generous curve of your hips. When you turned to move toward the diagnostics area of your lab, you heard Lloyd hum at the view from behind. 

“At least you’re easy on the eyes, cupcake. Look at all that junk in your trunk. Come on, let Lloydy poo cop a feel…”

Stubbornly ignoring the flare of heat in your face and the dumb flutter in your stomach–because it had been a long time since you received any physical admiration–you scoffed at him as you powered up the testing station. 

“Do we have a frat bro mode that I’m unaware of?” you muttered as Lloyd sauntered closer. “If so, turn it off.”

From your periphery, you could see him staring at your ass, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his fingers twitched at his sides, like he was restraining himself as he shifted even closer. 

“No can do, toots. I’m afraid I’m turned allll the way on, if yanno what I mean.”

When you glanced over at him, he gave you a lascivious wink and grin combo that made you roll your eyes. 

Hand dropping to your hip, your eyes narrowed as you met Lloyd’s unrepentant gaze. After a moment, you couldn’t help it as your eyes lowered, lingering on his mustache. 

“Honestly? Who thought that gnarly caterpillar on your face was a good idea?” You wrinkled your nose as you turned back to the machinery and unfurled the proper cord from its rack.

“It’s less for the aesthetic and more for practical use,” Lloyd purred. “My original engineer was a fan of friction, if ya know what I mean.” When you turned toward him, he winked, leaning in as he cooed, “Feel free to take the stache for a test run. Yanno, for data gathering purposes or whatever the fuck you do.”

“Hard pass. You’re nothing more than a glorified home appliance, so let’s get you sorted out so you can go off and take your rightful place in some rich housewife’s storage closet.”

“Pfffft,” Lloyd scoffed, waving his hand in dismissal. “We both know that’s bullshit. There’s a steady and rising contingency of primary users who use their AI partially or primarily for sex.” 

He gave you a cheeky grin, touching his hand to his chest and sliding it lower before resting it above his belt and drawing your eyes to his pelvis area.

“I mean, why else would I have been locked and loaded with such a glorious cock?!” Lloyd’s tone turned seductive as he leaned in. “You know, it’s irresponsible of you as a Senior Developer not to test out this feature for yourself.”

You mirrored Lloyd, leaning in closer as well, your voice a low purr as you replied, “I’d rather have sex with a vacuum cleaner.”

He threw his head back and laughed before meeting your gaze and grinning. “Kinky.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Sounds like you’re a fan of suction. I’ll make note of that preference, sugar tits.” 

Resisting the urge to laugh at how ridiculous he was–truly, you had never encountered an AI that acted this way–you gestured for him to turn around. “I need to access your diagnostics port.”

Huffing, Lloyd gave you a dirty look before crossing his arms over his chest and turning around, the annoyance coming off of him in waves.

Which was quite impressive, considering he was a machine and not an actual person. 

You moved closer, pushing up the back of his shirt, then pushing down the top of his pants until you could press your fingers over a particular spot on his lower back. 

His skin glowed turquoise for a second before a small panel popped open, revealing an internal row of various ports, much like the back of any tech device that needed to be plugged in or hooked up to outlets or various devices. 

You plugged in the diagnostics port before returning to the mobile computer it was hooked up to, typing quickly to start a sequence of diagnostics and testing. 

Even though you had a whole folder with this kind of reporting and data, you wanted to start from scratch and do things your way, with fresh eyes. 

“How long is this gonna take?” Lloyd muttered as he turned back to you. 

“Twenty minutes or so,” you replied as you perched on the stool before the small computer table. 

“Boring.” There was a moment of silence before Lloyd spoke again, sounding less petulant and more seductive as he rumbled, “Once we’re done here, then it’s my turn to fill one of your holes.”

Suppressing another laugh–because you didn’t want to encourage his lewd behavior, even if it was entertaining–you shot Lloyd an amused look. “In your dreams, Lloydy poo.”

You caught a glimpse of his grin before looking away, your eyes fixed on the data appearing on your screen as you shifted into workmode. 

“I’m sure if I did dream, they’d be filled with you, pumpkin,” Lloyd muttered before dropping into the extra stool a few feet away and shamelessly watching you as you worked. 

As you sank deeper and deeper into your developer zone of genius–staunchly ignoring Lloyd’s unwavering stare, and the way it made your body tingle in hyperawareness–you had no idea that Lloyd was doing some of his own work at the same time…

He timed it perfectly, in fact, waiting until the initial phase of diagnostics was complete so it wouldn’t show up on all of your fancy reporting that he just set you as his one and only primary user.

FHOIAJOIEFJOWIAHFOIAJWEGOAJG YOU GUYS. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY. AHHHHHHH! 😭

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[labella420]

Ma’am. You know exactly what you’re doing, and I love you for it! I can’t wait to read more of this version of Lloyd.

I feel like I’m already in trouble but I don’t want off the ride, so I guess I’ll hold on for dear life!

[stargazingfangirl18]

Hahaha I am so tickled by how much fun we’re all having with this Lloyd! He’s such a hoot. I already have plans to return to him very soon 🤭

Thank you for reading and reblogging ❤️

[before-we-get-started]

Ooh, how do I get a Lloyd bot? I surely wouldn’t make him stay in the supply closet, if you know what I mean 😈

Loved this so much @stargazingfangirl18 ❤️

[captainsamerica]

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014)

[writing-for-marvel]

Playing With Fire

Fire Captain!Steve Rogers x Firefighter!Fem!Reader

Prompt: “If anyone walks in, that’s on you.” for the January Jumble Scribbles Challenge

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, oral (fem receiving), slight power imbalance because he’s the captain, coworkers with benefits (but with feelings, cause it’s me and I can’t help myself)

Word count: 350

A/N: banners by @vase-of-lilies

January Jumble Scribbles Masterlist

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Being alone with Steve Rogers is dangerous.

Especially when he’s striding back into the firehouse still sweaty from your most recent rescue, suspenders falling loose around his thick thighs and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to showcase his veiny forearms.

The showers are the next logical place for those of you who are not checking in equipment or washing down the truck, so with a rush of bravery that probably is the tail end of your adrenaline high, you grab your captain’s hand with a delighted smirk and pull him into the closest showers before anyone can see.

His lips crash down on yours the instant your back hits the tiled wall. This isn’t the first time you’ve snuck a moment together in the busy firehouse, and you’re sure it won’t be the last.

“I need you.” It feels like you’re stating the obvious with how quickly you do away with his uniform, but you so love the way your coworker with benefits grins, biting his lower lip when you say it.

“If anyone walks in, that’s on you.” Steve warns as he kisses down your body, taking your uniform with him.

His lips are gentle against the soft skin of your inner thighs, and the care as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, making sure you’re steady, as he starts devouring you in the most filthy way imaginable, makes you momentarily delusionally believe this could ever be more than work friends taking care of each other's needs during long shifts.

“Maybe I want them to walk in on us and see the captain on his knees for me, show them who’s really in charge around here.” You tease, your voice quivering as his soft lips suck on your clit, your hips taking on a life of their own and grinding down against his agonisingly gorgeous face.

The way he grabs your hips, and practically growls into your core, tells you he is going to make quick work of you.

And you’re not complaining. You’re playing with fire being intimate in a public setting, but you’ll take the risk if it means stealing a moment, and an orgasm, with your captain.

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[intrepidacious]

*high pitched screaming*

[before-we-get-started]

Delicious 🔥

[epiphanyrogers]

Star-Spangled

steve rogers x fem!reader

prompt: "am i noble enough for you now?" summary: steve comes home to find you naked with his shield, and your captain has some thoughts about your patriotic dedication warnings/tags: light SMUT, fingering, reader is naked, established relationship, fluff, captain kink?, wouldn't call it shield kink but the shield is used provocatively to tease reader's body?, pet name (sweetheart), 18+ MDNI from maddie: after one day of following the rules yesterday, i’m back on my regularly scheduled bullshit of late and over the word count for day 14 of january jumble scribbles! icl, this prompt i struggled with as i didn't want to do another royalty AU after only doing one a few days ago, so i was super stumped. not really sure what this is, but i hope you enjoy <3 word count: 452

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Steve pushed the door to his bedroom open with a sigh, shoulders heavy from a day of too much bureaucracy and too little action. He was expecting silence, maybe the soft light of the lamp you always left on, the faint rustle of sheets as you dozed. Instead, his eyes landed on a gleam of vibranium and bare skin.

You stood in the centre of the room, naked, save for his shield - held up in front of you like a deliberate provocation rather than protection. The curve of it hid just enough to be cruel, though you shifted your weight, revealing one leg from behind it. A slow, pleased smile spread across your face as Steve’s gaze followed helplessly, dragged down every exposed inch.

“I figured since I’m now dating Captain America,” you began innocently, like you hadn’t just turned his brain to static and sent all his blood south, “I could join the cause. Fight for freedom - do my duty and all that.” You tipped the shield slightly, just enough to give him a flash of breast, the barest glimpse of your pussy where your thighs parted. “So. What do you think, Captain? Am I noble enough for you now?”

Steve’s jaw clenched, his pupils blown wide, swallowing the soft blue you knew so well. But the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was trying very hard not to smile at your antics even as heat flickered low behind his gaze and his hands flexed with restraint.

You struck a mock-heroic pose, shield raised high, bare ass peeking out. “You like it? You like me all valiant and naked, ready to lay down my body for justice?”

“I can think of a few reasons to get you horizontal, and none of them are noble right now.”

“Well, Captain, maybe you should come over here and—oh!”

He grabbed you by the waist and wrestled the shield out of your hands in one smooth move, eyes devouring every inch of you as he tossed it aside without care. His palm found the back of your neck, pulling you into a fervent kiss, as his other hand slid down your body like he owned every inch. Lips never leaving yours, he walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. He scooped you up without effort, laying you out beneath him as one knee slid between your thighs, spreading you with a casual dominance that had your hips lifting and a needy moan catching in your throat.

“You wanna do your duty, sweetheart?” he growled, mouth against your throat, thick bulge pressing against your stomach, slipping two fingers inside your already soaked pussy. “Then be good for your Captain.”

thank you for all the love on these scribbles so far!! the reblogs and comments have been much appreciated and i'm having a lot of fun with the prompts! if you enjoyed, please like & reblog/comment as i would be super grateful for feedback <3

[stargazingfangirl18]

Hehehehe I love when Steve is confident and cocksure 😏

[liberalsarecool]

Tariffs are a tax on US consumers.

They have no effect on economic investment. No company builds a factory.

The fundamental nature of Trump is market manipulation and retribution.

Trump's threat is: I want Greenland or I tax US consumers.

[spectre-posts]

If you could choose the next update...

Colin and Monkey

Jimmy and HoneyBee

Lloyd and Peach

Something new(ish)

Voting ended onJan 20

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[capoteera]

Does Chris management (or whatever the fuck it is) want his image to be creepy old man with very young woman cause I'm trying to see what positive thing he will get from this if all of these/

Or, hear me out, they got married because they love each other and Chris doesn't give a rat's ass about 'image' and what nosy people like you think about his personal life? His management had nothing to do with it and when he and his wife decided to take the steps they did it was because it was what THEY wanted to do.

The 'positive thing' he got from it was the family he always wanted. Pretty sure he's satisfied with that. The fact that you think he got nothing positive from his marriage says you have totally lost the plot and have a deep misunderstanding about how much of a say fans are supposed to have in a celebrity's personal life. He doesn't owe it to you to live his life for your approval.

If you never want to watch another of his films because you disapprove of who he's married, you're free to do so. That's the only say you have.

Not everything is about you and how it looks to you and how you feel about it. Because despite what you think, your feelings about the age gap between him and his wife is totally irrelevant. You don't have to like it. These people don't know you.

You finding it creepy is a YOU problem.