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saey-bae · 1 year

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Saeyoung Choi/OC - Bet on Me

this was written for the @nostringsdetached zine back in august 2021. the free zine bundle can be found here.

big, big love and thanks to my art partner bluecat and a belated thank you to the nsd team for having me, they were an absolute pleasure! cheers 💜

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Like all problems, it started with the little things.

It started with Pokemon Go.

It started with Chansey, with its little dancing back and forth motion, taunting as Saki tried to catch it with a dwindling number of pokeballs.

Why was it so hard to catch?

Over the course of a half hour, she saw why this had become a last resort game. Ever since she’d moved in with Saeyoung, going outside had become a bit of a distant memory. Like a twice a month they’re-in-dire-need-of-HBC-and-PhD-Pepper kind of deal, Lately, it’d even been less than that— ever since he’d started visiting Saeran at the hospital, he began doing grocery runs by himself on the way back. She’d protested over that, but he insisted that it was much needed quiet time.

So that left her here, sitting by herself in the bunker in worry and playing a last resort game because she’d already played everything else. Perhaps she should’ve taken up Saeyoung's offer on that fake GPS tool.

“Ai cham,” she grumbled, watching as the pink blob broke a fourth pokeball. She tossed another berry its way. “C’mon, I’ll treat you to something nice. Come to me.”

"What kind of treat?" A pair of arms suddenly draped around her from the back of the couch and she startled, looking up. Golden eyes glittered back, much more amused than she’d seen in a long while. Good. Looks like the visit to Saeran went well. "Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Saki shook her head, tongue tied for a moment as she tried to think of an excuse. “Wh-when did you even get in? I didn’t hear the door open.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He pressed a finger to his smiling lips. “Now where's my treat?"

"Not for you." She considered asking about Saeran, before thinking better of it and wiggling her phone in his direction instead. "For her. She just doesn't want to get caught and I'm running out of pokeballs."

Saeyoung blinked at the screen for a moment. She could see the gears turning in that brilliant head of his, that spark in his eyes when presented with a challenge. "If I catch her for you, will you make me a treat?"

"Depends on the treat."

He grinned. "Bibimbap."

Saki sighed, pretending to consider for a moment. She didn't particularly like cooking but Saeyoung loved it when she cooked for him —he claimed food tasted better when it was hers— and it’d been so long since she’d seen him so playful. It wasn’t even in question, really.

“Oh, alright."

"Yay!" He leaned over, pressing his finger to her screen, then swiped. She held her breath as the little red ball wiggled a couple of times before coming to a stop.

Chansey has been caught!

"Whoa, what?" She pointed at the screen, then at him. "How?"

"Magic fingers." He wiggled said fingers at her, laughing. "Bibimbap for dinner tonight?"

"Hold on, that's gotta be a fluke." She pouted. This was the most time she’d spent with him this week, and she’d be damned if she didn’t want at least a little more of it. "I probably made it easier for you to catch. If I threw another ball, I could have caught her too."

"Oh really?" His glasses glinted. Her boyfriend was, all in all, probably the most laid back person she knew. Very few things ruffled his feathers. But after some months of living together, she'd found out that he could be competitive, given the right mood. "So what do you want to do about it?"

This certainly was the right mood.

"Whoever catches the most Pokemon by the end of the day wins. If you win, I'll make you bibimbap for the week. If I win, I don't have to cook."

He rubbed his chin in mock thought. "Hmm, I don't know… just one week of bibimbap?"

"Bibimbap whenever you want for the next two weeks?"

There was that glint again. "You have my attention."

“For a month?”

“Deal!”

And that's how the two of them ended up spending the entire day catching Pokemon, sprawled out on the couch and basking in the little victories and grumbles at defeat. Every so often, she’d glance over at him to see his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, adorable even in concentration. Perhaps she should have concentrated just as hard instead of staring though, because at the end of the night—

"So… bibimbap for dinner?"

"It's midnight, Saeyoung."

"Is that a yes?"

Saki couldn't help but laugh at the way he wiggled his brows at her. How could she deny a face like that? "Yes."

After all was said and done, the bibimbap turned out to be satisfying. What was even more satisfying was Saeyoung's over-the-top praise and that grin, the kind that had his cheeks rosy and his eyes sparkling. It was so warm, so content; it had her heart fluttering. She’d almost forgotten how wonderful it was to spend so much time with her boyfriend. But such a wonderful treat set a sort of precedent for little bets here and there.

Like whoever could stuff the most grapes in their mouth would forgo laundry for a week. (Saeyoung won that one. He managed to fit in 20 grapes.)

Or whoever could find out what was in Jumin's secret RFA folder could skip dish duty for three days. (Saki won that one. They were pictures of Elizabeth the 3rd. Why they were relevant, she didn’t know— but Saeyoung was intent on getting his hands on that folder now.)

After that, she regrettably won the eating contest. Or perhaps Saeyoung let her win. Either way, she’d gotten sick and he was seemingly intent on forgetting about the bet altogether, choosing to usher her into bed instead.

“I’m fine, though,” she protested, but offered little resistance as he tucked the covers over her. Though he often checked in with how she was doing, it really had been some time since her boyfriend had truly fussed over her. Because between these little competitions, he was still busy. Busy with Saeran at the hospital. Busy with the RFA. Busy with noisy, unkind thoughts; the ones that clouded his eyes and rendered him silent for long stretches of time. And she slowly came to realize that these brief moments of petty competitions seemed to be the only reprieve he had from his own head.

“Even if you’re okay, you should try to get some sleepy-sleeps. You’ve been sleeping at weird hours lately because of me.” He tapped the tip of her nose, his faint smile gentle. “I’ll go make you some soup. It’ll be out of a can, so don’t expect too much, okay?”

As he turned to leave, her fingers caught on his sleeve, tugging. He turned back, his own fingers coming around to wrap around hers. “Wait. Will you come to bed with me instead?”

Saeyoung paused, his gaze resting on her for a brief moment before they strayed. “Well…”

“Please?”

“Alright.” There was that faint smile again, but this one held no warmth. Contrastingly, as he climbed into bed and curled his body around hers, all she could feel was his warmth. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

His arms curved around her waist, drawing her to his chest as his breath tickled the shell of her ear. The unfamiliar feeling had Saki shuddering, heat blooming where their bodies met. She wished she could have him like this more often, but she couldn’t tell him that. Not when he was working so hard to support his brother. Not after all that had happened with V, Rika, and the RFA. She just couldn’t fit into those spaces that had carved themselves into his time.

But she would wait. He was worth every second of it.

“You’re all quiet.” His voice sent shivers down her spine. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing at all.” Her hand found his, fingers interlinking. “People don’t speak when they sleep, silly.”

He hummed, nose nestling into the nape of her neck. “I guess you’re right.”

A pause.

“So... I did win the bet.”

Saeyoung exhaled a laugh, hot and breathy as it fanned against her skin. “Yeah, but then you got sick after. I don’t think we can call that a real victory, right?”

“We absolutely can.” Saki turned over, rather serious in her declaration as she pinned him with a look. “It’s called committing to the cause.”

He leaned forward, his forehead came to meet hers. “Committing, hm?”

“Absolutely.”

“Since you’re so committed, why don’t I give you an even better prize?”

“A better prize than walking around in a maid’s dress for a week?” She quirked a brow. “What could that possibly be?”

“I would never deprive myself of wearing a maid’s dress!” He drew back in mock disdain, lips pursed. “This would just be a bonus, but if you don’t want it…”

“No, I do! I do.” She pulled him back until his forehead touched hers again, even as her chest tightened. She wanted so much of him when he had nothing left to give, and here he was, offering just a bit more.

“What’s that face?” He cupped her cheek, thumb grazing across her skin lightly. “I thought you said that you wanted a bonus?”

“I do.” She felt herself forcing a smile. She’d have to insist on resting before he’d even consider doing so himself. “I’m just feeling tired now, that’s all. Will you sleep with me?”

“Alright.” His arms came to wrap around her once more, pulling her flush against his chest. In the silence, Saki listened to his heart beat, letting the steady pace lull her.

Did her presence give him the same sort of soothing that he gave her? In the way that eased the knots in her chest and cleared all the thoughts in her head?

And was he comfortable?

Was he okay?

As she felt herself drift off, she thought she’d heard him whisper something, but by then she was too far gone to hear it.

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It was some days later after the eating competition fiasco that Saki decided the laundry had to be done. Saeyoung had kept her bedridden for some odd days, insisting that she needed to take it easy, but that meant the dirty clothes basket had grown to monstrous proportions since she’d last seen it. And while her boyfriend technically could have done it himself, he had won the grape bet. Besides, he had a terrible track record with laundry. Separating colours from whites? Hot water or cold water? How much laundry detergent again?

He was a brilliant man, that she knew. But doing laundry somehow broke his brain and she really couldn’t be fussed to walk him through the instructions today when she could do it herself.

Saki got to work, separating clothes into different hampers and bringing them to the washing machine. It was mindless work, but it kept her body busy and her thoughts occupied.

Checking the time between loads, she’d expected him to have long left for the hospital by then. But when she went to check in his mancave, she caught Saeyoung hunched over his desk, writing.

"Jagiya?" She peered in. Force of habit had her scanning the floors for empty chip bags. "You're still here?"

He startled, his head jerking up at the sound of her voice. "Oh! What time is it?"

"Quarter past four."

"Shit." He stood, tidying the work space. She averted her eyes.

Saeyoung's way of tidying consisted of haphazardly shuffling papers into a stack, then pushing it back into a corner to join the other haphazardly balanced stacks. His desk was the one part of the house that intimidated Saki the most.

"You didn’t visit Saeran today?" When he didn't respond, she looked back at him, only to see him close distance between the two of them with two long strides. In his outstretched hand was an envelope.

"This is for you." When she didn't immediately reach for it, he pushed it into her hands gently. His eyes met hers, reassuring. “He said he needed a break from me.”

“Was it a good idea to listen?” She managed a half-smile. “I’m sure he thinks he needs a break from you everyday.”

“Probably.”

The two of them stood there for a moment, silence settling in the small, yet large gap between her and Saeyoung. Looking up at him, she found that her chest ached at the sight. Perhaps it was because she wasn't used to seeing him before supper nowadays. Perhaps it was because she wanted to hug him, but didn't quite know how to ask.

“So you’ve been hiding out here since lunch?” is what came out instead.

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Not hiding. You just never came in.”

"My bad. But you know that I try to avoid this room as much as possible." Saki mock shuddered. "This mancave… it scares me."

He grinned. "And that's what makes it a good mancave."

"If you say so." Her eyes flickered down to the envelope in her hands, fingers tracing along the edges. "What's this, anyway?"

"It's the bonus." His hand closed around one of hers. "I'll see you at dinner tonight?"

"You don't have to…"

"I know." When Saki looked up, his smile was kind.

"Well then... I look forward to whatever this bonus is." She reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he turned at the last moment and caught her lips instead.

Warm, soft, supple. Tasted suspiciously of Honey Buddha Chips.

She was in love.

Slowly, Saeyoung withdrew. There must have been some poorly concealed disappointment on her face because he laughed, all the while leaning in for another peck. "I'll see you soon. I promise."

"Okay," she said, even though she wasn't quite ready to let him go yet. "Have a great day. I hope the visit goes well."

He only smiled before turning to leave.

Once Saki heard the front door click shut, her eyes turned back to the envelope. It was a simple white, smudged with erasers and pencil marks. She couldn't help but smile, tracing it with her fingers.

Flipping it over, she pulled out the card. Again, a plain white but this time with a watercolour of a bouquet. On the inside, in his distinct chicken scratch: "Someone will be coming by to pick you up at 7 pm. Dress fancy!"

She kept re-reading the two sentences, uncomprehending. 7 pm? That was dinner, right? Just when she thought her boyfriend couldn’t be any more cryptic, he’d outdid himself again. But then again, that was part of his charm.

She could only smile to herself wryly as she went to get ready.

It took her some time to lay out all the dresses she owned. She figured that out of all the clothes she owned, they'd seen the least amount of action— besides, he did say to dress fancy. (Not that she was fully convinced that her definition of fancy remotely aligned with his.)

Eventually, she settled on a flowy blouse and a long skirt, the kind with a narrow waist and fluttering hem that kissed her ankles. Make-up soon adorned her cheeks with careful, even brush strokes. She had even spritzed on a little perfume.

Just as she finished touching up her lipstick, she heard the doorbell ring.

She hurried to the door, opening it to reveal a redheaded man dressed in a full suit and a chauffeur cap.

"Hello. I'm here to pick up Saki."

If she had even the slightest doubt about whether the smile under the cap belonged to her boyfriend, the chirpy voice silenced it instantly.

"Are you my driver tonight?" She quirked a brow.

Saeyoung's grin was wide, sparkling. It was a smile she hadn’t seen in months. "I sure am. Are you ready to go?"

Saki couldn't help but giggle, reaching out to wrap her arm around his. He led her out of the bunker complex and to the limousine parked outside.

When he opened the back door for her, she had half a mind to protest —she wanted to sit with him, after all— but something in his eyes gave her pause. It was an insistence, almost a pleading, and she found herself unable to say no.

As he pulled out of the driveway and onto the roads, she realized that Saeyoung wasn't going at the breakneck speeds she was used to with him; instead, it was steady and… surprisingly, at the speed limit. Almost immediately, she could tell that they were headed towards the city, where the bright lights kissed the horizon.

It wasn't long before they passed the street lamps dotting across the highway and drove through the main roads of Seoul. Restaurants, karaoke, bars… they all glowed with neon signs. Through the windows, people seemed to be laughing and enjoying their time; they looked happy and full of life.

Her chest warmed. Soon, she'd be able to spend time with Saeyoung like that too.

After passing by another couple of busy streets, the car came to a rolling stop in front of a darkened restaurant.

Well... this wasn’t exactly the neon lights she’d found herself hoping for.

Saki peered out into the night, blinking. The Garden?

The Garden was a rather upscale restaurant in downtown Seoul, one that boasted fresh vegetables from its own rooftop garden. She'd been wanting to go with Saeyoung for a while, though the time was never quite right. In fact, she hadn't brought it up in a while. It was so out of question, she didn’t even realize it was an option. How did he remember?

She reached out to open the car door, but Saeyoung beat her to it. It swung open, and a hand outstretched to meet hers as she climbed out.

"You remembered that I wanted to come here." She looked up at Saeyoung, endeared by how his cheeks had turned pink.

"Of course I did." He had taken off the cap at some point and, having nothing else to fiddle with, ran a hand through his hair several times. It stuck up every which way with each stroke.

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for yet." He closed his hand around Saki’s, gently tugging as he urged her to follow him.

The two of them made their way into the restaurant, only to find it just as dark as it appeared to be from the outside- and deserted as well.

No way this place wouldn't be busy on a Friday night.

"Wh- wait- why is it-?"

But Saeyoung only pulled her along further towards the back until the two of them stood in front of an "Employees Only" door. Opening the door revealed a flight of stairs that headed upwards. He gestured for her to enter.

"Should we be going here?" Saki looked around, then back at him. "What's going on, Saeyoung?"

"Go on. Trust me." He reached out, his thumb smoothing over her cheek.

His gaze was warm and unwavering, and it spurred her forward. She climbed up the stairs slowly, though the sight that met her at the top had her gasping.

The rooftop garden was gorgeous, its ledges covered with pots of vegetable and fruit bearing plants. Vines and leaves curled around stone, colouring the grey with vibrant greens. Little lamps adorned the spaces between the pots, warm light emanating from each one. And in the centre of the garden, the plants had been cleared for a small table and a little radio set.

"Saeyoung?" Saki stared at the view before her, a heaviness in her chest and a knot in her throat.

“Yeah?” His soft voice came from beside her, and she turned to see him smiling brightly. At her expression, though, it dimmed. “You don’t... like it?”

“Oh- oh no. I love it.” She swiped at her wet eyes before remembering she had make up on, switching to dabbing gently like she hadn’t just furiously wiped them. “This place is beautiful. How did you manage to get a reservation like this?”

“It’s a secret.” He pressed a finger to his lips smiling, though his relaxing shoulders told her he was more relieved than anything else. His hand stretched out to take hers. “Will you dance with me?”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

He drew her to the centre of the garden, sweeping her into his arms. Snuggly pressed together, the two of them swayed to the same rhythm of an unheard song. The stars danced above with them, twinkling against velvet darkness.

“Comfortable?” His voice was a low hum.

“Yeah.” She spoke thickly, the lump still stuck in her throat. She wondered how long he’d been planning to take her to this restaurant-- how long he’d been planning to take her out anywhere, really.

“Are you-”

“I can’t believe- oh.”

The both of them drew back, eyes meeting before averting as they both chuckled nervously.

“You go first,” he insisted gently.

“I just… This is such a wonderful surprise. I can’t believe we’re here.” Saki inched closer, her fingers tightening where she held onto his shirt. “I appreciate this more than you know.”

“This doesn’t even begin to show you how much I appreciate you. You’ve been so patient with me while I’ve had to take care of Saeran.” He blinked, eyes suddenly misty. “Things are going well at the hospital because I’ve had you to support me. I wanted to thank you somehow; I figured this would be a good start.”

He leaned forward, his forehead pressed against hers gently. His glasses smudged against her cheek, a gentle deterrent, but she only pressed in further.

The two of them swayed for a long moment, his arms warm and comforting around her. But perhaps there was something fundamentally wrong with her, with the way she itched to speak with mild tones of sarcasm at the most inappropriate times, because she couldn’t help but whisper, “I thought this was the bonus for winning the eating competition?”

And despite the single tear that had tracked its way down his cheek, Saeyoung laughed loudly, warm and full and free. And then he tilted his head and his lips met hers.

This kiss was different somehow; it stirred the sleeping butterflies in her stomach, their wings fluttering as they awoke. She was the first to draw away, cheeks warm but gaze never moving from his. “I’ll be here to support you always.”

He opened his mouth, then paused for a moment before his lips quirked. “And I’ll always be here to catch your Pokemon. No more competitions.”

“Hm. Not even one?”

He grinned in a way that told her he was game and from the butterflies it gave her, she knew he was worth every second of waiting. She also knew that it was going to be a long night of silly, stupid bets ahead.

And she couldn’t wait.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #saeyoung choi #707 #luciel choi #saeran choi #saeyoung choi/oc #saeyoung/oc #saeyoung choi x oc #saeyoung x oc #707 x oc #707/oc #cheritz #rfa

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the-horniest-book-club · 2 years

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HBC Event: Summer Send Off

Welcome to the HBC’s first official event, Summer Send Off, which will run from August 22 through August 28, 2022.

You have the next week to write a drabble, create a moodboard, etc. for any of the prompts listed below.

Rules For Our Events:

You do not need to reserve a prompt or tell us which prompt you’re using.

You can write/create for as many or as few as you’d like, and there is no word minimum or maximum.

Smut/Fluff/Angst/any combo accepted, please adhere to HBC Guidelines.

You can use any 18+ MCU character and/or an 18+ character from an MCU actor (no RPFs)

To get on the masterlist, DM the link to your creations to the HBC - All Links received within 24 hours of the time frame ending will be added to the masterlist.

Use #HBC Summer Send Off on your works!

EVERYONE is welcome to participate!

The overall theme of this event is things you do in the summer time. You can use one of our prompts listed below and/or come up with your own!

Prompts:

Going to the beach/lake

Pool party

Backyard BBQ

Summer Wedding

Water balloon fight

Road Trip

Back to school shopping

Baseball game

Dealing with a sunburn

Trying to beat the heat

Watching fireworks

Playing volleyball/water volleyball

Drive in movies

Tan lines

Sunglasses

Catching fireflies

Camping/glamping

S'mores

Girl's night out

Mini golf

Going to a cabin

Bonfires

Love, The Thirsty Librarians of the HBC 📚

#HBC Summer Send Off #the-horniest-book-club #HBC

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twobigears · 1 year

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2023 New Year Goals and Reviews and Stuff

I usually do goal and review posts every year just like everyone else, but if I did this for 2022 I sure can’t find it. Maybe I was too lazy, which would surprise no one.

2022

This felt like a fairly chill year overall, which is probably a good thing.

We did some hiking and camping. As always, we could have done more.

Chandra made good progress in her iliospoas rehab that started at the end of 2021 (def a reason we didn’t hike as much, especially in the first half of the year). She is cautiously returning to agility and we’ll see how that goes.

Chandra did some more obedience training and also made good progress there. We didn’t trial other than some at-home WRCL runs.

Blizzard really picked up her agility trialing! She had her first full year of trialing after a slow start largely due to covid.

Between virtual runs and real trials, Blizzard made her way up to Masters in USDAA and Level 5 in CPE. She earned her MPD (Masters level title in USDAA) and is about halfway to her PDCH (championship title)

I finished 3/4 of my schooling for my GIS certificate and transition away from dog training to a new career. There is still a lot of anxiety going on with that, but the mental relief of getting away from agility-as-a-job has been soooo worth it.

I put more effort into self-improvement mentally and physically! After years of yo-yoing and steadily creeping weight gain, I revamped habits, made better choices, and lost about 25lbs. I admit this came after hitting a mental low point (and high weight point) early in the year when I was sitting in a hotel room eating grocery store chocolate cake with my fingers because I ‘needed’ it. The cake wasn’t even that good.

I also reined in my internet and social media habits, especially Facebook as recently mentioned. But also things like not scrolling my phone in bed at night, and not checking it first thing in the morning either. I think a lot of people these days have some sort of social media addiction, or at least way too much there, and Facebook was mine. For a long time I knew how bad it was making me feel for a hundred different reasons, but it was still a struggle to quit or cut back. I finally managed it in the last couple months of 2022 and I really do feel soooo much better just ignoring my friends feed and going on primarily to check some hobby groups. It is so much easier to spend less than 5-10 minutes a day there versus the hours I used to spend. Unfortunately I’ve kind of replaced the FB addiction with a Reddit addiction, which is something to work on in 2023....

I got myself spayed and off of hormonal birth control! It’s only been about five weeks but I can already feel the mental benefits and I’m so glad I did it. Only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner. I look forward to seeing how my brain and body continue to change and hopefully for the better. HBC is great for so many reasons (esp the No Babies part, so I have no regrets for that), but it’s also got shitty baggage.

Seems like a lot of 2022 was about me, which was probably more than a little overdue. As they say, put on your own oxygen mask before helping others. ~self care~ and all that!

What’s up for 2023?

Continue monitoring Chandra’s rehab and see how it goes and how she does with some agility again. I have a pipe dream goal of finishing her PDCH (she needs 8 Qs, even less than Blizzard) but I don’t want to be selfish about it. So we’ll see.

Obedience...idk. We’ll keep doing some training but at this point I’m not sure about trialing. The obedience community really does it make hard to love. Maybe later on I’ll feel interested again. I don’t want to regret not doing it, like I regret not finishing Ryker’s CD before he died.

Blizzard, I would love to finish her PDCH! It might be tough to do given the lack of USDAA trials here but I think it is still a possibility.

At this point I’ve put thoughts of Next Dog on hold for a while again. I’m currently enjoying the two dog life, backing away from dog sports again, and doing more non-dog things (even though a lot of it still involves them anyway, like hiking and camping). Plus with us likely moving, me hopefully getting a new job, I think it’s good to just not add another dog to the mix until all that has settled. I won’t say Next Dog is totally out of the question for 2023, but right now it’s unlikely and not something I’m planning to actively pursue.

At some point this year we’re planning to move to Minnesota. No specific timeline yet, but probably summer-ish. It will be incredibly sad to leave Colorado...

I’ll finish school this spring, hopefully find a real adult job in that field (yay..) and not have this schooling be for nothing.

Continue reinforcing and improving my habits for mental and physical health. I’ve been considering getting into bouldering for something different in the physical activity realm, so I’ll probably check that out. Plus the usual hiking and camping. Gotta get out and see some places before we leave! Then have new places to check out when we move.

Hmmm yeah I think that’s it so far. 😂

#long post is long #goals

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nwbeerguide · 1 year

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Releasing Friday, March 24th, Bale Breaker Brewing's Hellcat Energy Hazy IPA is an inspired release between 23rd Avenue Brewery and Bottleworks.

This three-way collaboration hazy IPA with 23rd Ave Brewery, Seattle's first 100% black-owned brewery, and Bottleworks, one of Seattle's longest running bottle shops, embodies supercharged confidence and powerful V8 horsepower.

Top-left clockwise to bottom-left, Bottleworks, 23rd Avenue Brewery (2), Bottleworks, and Bale Breaker Brewing (3). courtesy Bottleworks

Announced a short while ago on their social media, Bale Breaker Brewing Company is re-releasing their three-way collaboration Hazy IPA, Hellcat Energy, this Friday in cans and on draught.

First released in November of last year, Hellcat Energy by Bale Breaker Brewing Company is a collaboration with brewery 23rd Avenue in Seattle and bottleshop Bottleworks also in Seattle.

What started as a ‘napkin’ discussion turned into a bona fide meetup in Yakima, weeks later in late 2022.

images courtesy Bottleworks

During this visit, brewery staff from Seattle’s 100% black-owned 23rd Avenue, along with staff from Bottleworks, took part in a “brew day” at Bale Breaker’s Yakima brewery. As part of the process, brewers and staff alike learned about the importance not just of ingredients but relationships. For others, this process inspired pause and reflection throughout the day, recognizing their roles not just in the food and beverage industry but humanity. Sharing their thoughts on the experience of not only taking part in the brewing process, but recognizing their unique situation, was Bottleworks’ own Chanell Williams,

image of Chanell Williams. courtesy Bottleworks

Hell Cat Energy is a great example as to why we at Bottleworks are so passionate about collaborations. We are driven to use our platform to connect and foster community. We accomplished just that with this meeting of minds. It was quite the honor to be brewing on Bale Breakers system along side the 23rd Ave team. There were many moments during that brew day that made me stop in my tracks, just to take in the scene. As a women of color in an industry I am not always represented in, I felt such a sense of pride that my team was able to facilitate this incredible moment in Seattle Craft Beer history.

Made with hops Mosaic, Simcoe, Citra, and Experimental HBC 735; along with malts Pilsner, White Wheat, and oats, Hellcat Energy throttles in at 7.1% ABV and 53 IBU.

image sourced from Bale Breaker Brewing Company

And the name? Well, it was first uttered by none other than 23rd Avenue Brewery’s co-founder Mario Savage, later that evening in late 2022. Turns out, the memories shared by all that day inspired a commitment to release a followup edition of this beer in Spring 2023.

Boldly accented by a brilliant label featuring a golden tiger against a black backdrop, Hellcat Energy Hazy IPA releases tomorrow at Seattle’s 23rd Avenue Brewery, Bottleworks, and Bale Breaker’s two locations in Seattle and Yakima.

To celebrate this unique moment, several of the staff from all three businesses collaborated once again by getting an inspired tattoo of the Hellcat on their person.Reflecting on this release and no doubt the countless others in the future, the crew of Bottleworks states.

images courtesy Bottleworks

We have nothing but love for these moments we get to collaborate with amazing people across the PNW. We as a team we feel it is our responsibility to continue fostering community in the craft beer industry and we won’t be stopping anytime soon.

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imerdwarf · 3 years

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Angel of Mine Masterlist

Summary: It all started when Wanda invited you over to the compound to unwind, that's where you first met him and that's where your love blossomed.

This is a mini series for @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Week of Love challenge!

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x Reader

General warnings: stranger to crushes, love at first sight, fluffs, soft Bucky, SFW.

Day 1: First Meeting

Day 2: First Date

Day 3: First Kiss

Day 4: First 'I love you'

Day 5: First Sleepover

Day 6: First Public Display of Affection

Day 7: First Valentine's Day

Series taglist: @randomfandompenguin @thefallenbibliophilequote @emmabarnes @gudenuph @vicmc624

#hbc week of love #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #angel of mine series #masterlist #series #romantic series

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capsnacklepop · 3 years

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Prompt: The First PDA

Summary: the morning after Steve sleeps over, he’s not shy in showing you the first PDA.

Warnings: Naked nomad Rogers, hugs and neck kisses from behind

Authors Notes: no apologies for the gif 😂 this is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and it’s probably a little bit more daring than I’d normally write, but I blame @bugsbucky for giving me this scenario 😂

Coffee was brewing, the toast was toasting and everything was under control for breakfast. Clad in just your loose fitting night shirt, the chilly cold wintery air sent a draft up your legs. But hopefully, providing your kitchen didn’t burn down, you’d hopefully be going back to bed and joining Steve for a lazy morning.

Just as the toast popped, arms slithers their way around your waist and pulls you back against their hard muscly hard chest and something else. His lips leave kisses from your ear down to your neck and to your collar bone. You melt from feeling his beard scratch along your skin, and the way his hand roams around under your shirt.

“Steve,” you sigh, holding onto his hand and turning in his embrace. “Breakfast is almost ready.” You tell him, smirking but leaning up on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“Mhm, it certainly is.” He winks, reaching over you to grab the slices of toast. He walks around your kitchen like he lives there, and he’s naked.

“Oh my god.” You mutter under your breath. This was certainly a surprise.

#chris evans #barista au #hbc week of love #nomad steve rogers #barista!steve x reader #steve rogers series #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve x y/n #nomad!steve barista x you #steve rogers modern au #steve x you #Steve x reader

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Part 1: First Meeting || Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary: Bucky takes you and your daughter back to the place where it all began.

Warnings: Lots of fluff!

Word Count: 491

Authors Notes: Series started to celebrate the week of love theme days for @the-ss-horniest-book-club ❤️ thank you very much to my wonderful babe @eurynome827 for beta reading this and giving me the confidence to stick with it! I love you 🤧

“Are you sure you’re not peaking through your fingers?” Bucky asks, bringing the car to a stop and making sure his girls weren’t going to ruin their surprise.

“I pwomise daddy!” Your young daughter squeals from her car seat, her excitement for what her dad has planned has you beaming with pride because even you didn’t know what your soft little puppy man had planned.

“Y/N?” You feel a draft in front of your face and you grin, knowing he’s most likely waving a hand to see if you can see anything.

“Can’t see anything Buck, only the draft your wafting in my face.” Bucky chuckles and kills the engine. The car door opens and closes, the gravel crunches under his boots as he takes your daughter from her seat first, making sure she still isn’t peaking through her fingers.

Once he’s satisfied she isn’t looking, Bucky comes to your side of the car and opens the door, his body leaning over you to take the seat belt off and his warm hand grabs your forearm to help you out of the car.

As you do, you’re met with a breeze of fresh air and the ocean air is welcoming. You know exactly where you are, and if you’re right then he has brought you back to where you first met Ten years ago. You were here hanging out with your friends and you got lost looking for the ice cream shop, Bucky was your knight in shining armour and took you a few miles down the beach.

You’ll never forget it because it was the most beautiful day of your life, you haven’t been back since.

You can feel yourself already getting emotional as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back.

“Careful, there’s a bank here.” He warns, making sure neither of you hurt yourselves climbing down. The sand hits your toes, smiling so wide behind your hands.

“Where are we daddy?” You hear her soft voice ask, Bucky doesn’t answer straight away, but guides you further down the beach until he comes to a stand still.

“Alright, open your eyes.”

Your eyes gloss over when you see the beautiful orange sunset in the evening sky. It was just how you remembered it.

“It hasn’t changed.” You gasp, slipping your hand into his and intertwining your fingers. He kisses your forehead and smiles, your daughter tugging on his left arm because she wants a forehead kiss too. Bucky leans down and kisses her on top of her head.

“Where are we daddy?” She asks, her little glasses sliding down her nose. Bucky adjusts them for her and pulls you closer to him.

“Well, you see sweetheart. This is where your mommy and I first met. It was the best day of my life.” He smiles, reminiscing about the past.

“It was kind too, from that day on everything was perfect.”

#hbc week of love #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #dad!bucky x mom!reader #dad bucky barnes #dad bucky #dad!bucky x you #dad!bucky x reader #dad!bucky x y/n #bucky barnes series #mini series #bucky drabbles #bucky fanfic

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eurynome827 · 3 years

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HBC Week of Love for @the-ss-horniest-book-club with Barista!Bucky and Boss Lady in...

First Sleepover

My blogs are 18+ spaces always. This story contains: some angst regarding past injuries, big emotions, soft (and vague, nearly non-existent) smut.

Week of Love - Barista!Bucky Masterlist

It was months before Bucky visited your apartment, and you had still not seen where he lived.

"It's just some walls and some furniture, doll," he would say, with a smile but there was a distant look in his eyes that would appear when topics like this came up. His past service, his injury, where he lived - which you knew was a place the VA helped him find - "You have this beautiful place, in this great neighborhood, with a doorman! I like knowing my best girl is safe."

You didn't press him for details. On anything.

Bucky would come over and he would cook with you in your kitchen, snuggle on the couch watching tv, maybe get a little heated making out like teenagers without the prying eyes of the buddies at Howlie's. But he never went too far, and you didn't push him. It had been a long time for both of you.

He would always go home promptly at 10 PM, whether he was taking you in a cab back to your place from Howlie's or leaving your apartment. "Work at 4:30, babe." He always said it with an apologetic smile, and you always kissed him softly in return.

You started to adjust to his schedule in subtle ways. Instead of staying up after he left, you would get ready for bed and wait until his good night text popped up when he had arrived home. Your body would wake you up right before his good morning text, and you would answer him with a smile. Instead of staying up late catching up on work, you would do it in the morning as the sun came up, trading texts with Bucky until the coffeehouse opened and then it was just a matter of time before you were there too, picking up your coffee.

This routine was becoming so comfortable that when Bucky mentioned he had the weekend off, it almost confused you.

"Really? But, how? Who will work?"

"I'm not the only employee," he laughed, his nose scrunching as you looked on, still puzzled. "I have enough time saved up to take three days in a row. I never really bothered with time off before, because I didn't have a reason to take it."

You looked down at his thumb rubbing your knuckles before you met his eyes with a grin. "Wanna stay over tomorrow?"

That look was in his eyes for a moment, but then you saw him swallow hard, and nod. "Yeah."

"Hey," you made your voice quiet and reassuring. "You don't have to, there's no rush."

"No, I want to," he assured you, "but there's some things you should know. I, uh, don't always sleep very well."

"Okay," you nodded, squeezing his hand in yours, "that's okay. I'll stay up with you."

"You don't have to, doll, we'll figure it out, I just wanted you to know. That's all," he smiled, putting his other hand on top of yours.

"You said 'things', is there something else you want to tell me?"

"Uh..." Bucky lifted his hand and ran it through his hair. "Maybe. I'll tell you, if it comes up."

You took a deep breath, and gave him an encouraging smile. "Of course. I'll be ready to hear it. Whatever it is."

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It was a night like any other, except for the bag he had put in your bedroom when he arrived. Even so, it was easy to forget about it as the clock numbers switched over from 9:59 to 10:00, and you straightened up on the couch to accept your good night kiss.

"Doll?" He looked over at you, quizzical grin on his face.

"Oh, right!" You giggled, shaking your head as you settled back under his arm, resting your head on his chest. "I forgot."

"We are creatures of habit now, aren't we," he agreed, speaking softly as he rubbed your back.

You hummed in return, cuddling a little closer. "I usually get ready for bed when you leave, so I may get sleepy soon."

"Well we can go, do that, and lie down, if you want."

His heartbeat was speeding up under your cheek and you weren't sure if he was nervous or excited or maybe both. Feeling a bit of the same, you made sure your face was neutral as you looked up at him. "Only if you're ready. I meant what I said, Bucky. I'll stay up with you, we don't even have to go in the room if you don't want to -"

Bucky cut you off with a kiss, and you melted into him. "Hey. I'm okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's get ready for bed."

Bucky used the bathroom while you pulled pajamas out of your dresser drawer, heart really pounding now. Of course you wanted something to happen, did you ever want something to happen, but his well-being was the most important thing to you. It would be enough to just be here with him and have him here in the morning when you woke up.

His hands on your shoulders interrupted your internal monologue and you turned to smile up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I'll go get ready, and then we can get tucked in?"

"You bet, doll," his voice sounded calm, his eyes looked clear, and you smiled in return, leaving the room to get ready. When you crawled up next to him on the bed a few minutes later, he was already under the comforter and holding it up for you to scoot under next to him. He arranged the ends of the blanket over you and you sighed happily, the flannel of his pajama pants rubbing against your legs, bare from your shorts. Looking at each other with your heads on separate pillows, you giggled.

"This is nice."

"It is," he agreed, waiting a moment before moving a little closer to kiss you softly. "Good night, babydoll."

Your eyes fluttered open, and seeing him still so close to you in the low light of your bedroom made your breath catch. "Good night," you whispered, taking another shaky breath, before he moved in closer again and you met him halfway, your lips meeting his in a fevered kiss as your hands held him tight. You opened up to him, and his tongue stroked yours softly before he settled more firmly over you with a low growl from his throat that made you ache where you desperately needed him.

"Bucky," you breathed out, pulling on his shoulders and widening you legs to make room for him to get closer - you needed him closer, much closer. The kisses grew more passionate until you rolled your hips against his and he suddenly stopped, pulling back to sit up.

You blinked, trying to clear your head of the fog of lust. "I'm sorry," you blurted out, "I didn't mean to push -"

"No, baby, no," he stopped you, hands moving to rub your legs gently. "I want this, I want you, I just need a minute." Instead of the distance in his eyes this time there was a storm, and you sat up, taking his face in your hands, holding his gaze.

"I'll give you all the time you need. I love you, Bucky."

He drew in a shaky breath. "No one's seen..." His voice trailed off, his eyes glancing almost unconsciously to his left side. Immediately you knew. His injury. You cupped his cheek, your other hand pushing his hair back from his face.

"I love you, Bucky. All of you. No matter what."

His shining eyes searched out yours, and when he leaned forward you let him lead the kiss, your hands running down over his chest and feeling the muscles underneath and him trembling under your touch. You fingered the hem of his t-shirt and let him draw back, waiting for the permission in his eyes before you pulled it up and over his head.

His left shoulder and part of his arm was a tapestry of scarring, a part of his trauma carried forward that he lived with daily. His eyes fell a little as you looked, as you saw him for the first time, but you moved forward to trace the angry lines with your fingers before pressing soft kisses along the meanest looking places. Bucky's breath was coming fast now, his heart pounding under your palm, and the darkness of lust had filled his eyes when you looked up.

"I need you." His hands moved you back gently, making quick work of your pajamas as you watched.

"Yes," you urged him on, watching as his own pants were cast aside. "You're beautiful, Bucky."

He settled in close to you, kissing you again as you drew him in. "I love all of you," he repeated your words back to you, sinking inside slowly as you whimpered.

"I love all of you," you promised.

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In the morning, you expected the bed to be empty, since he had warned you about being awake most of the night, but Bucky was there wrapped around you under the blankets. His warm breath tickled your skin, deep and even and peaceful. After a few moments, he woke and pulled you impossibly closer, gifting you with a sleepy chuckle in your ear and a "good morning" - in person instead of by text.

You rolled to face him, brushing his hair back like you loved to do. "Good morning," you smiled but asked the question, "are you okay?"

Bucky kissed you, soft and sweet. "I haven't slept through the night in a long time."

#barista!bucky #coffeehouse au #you're the best part of my day #hbc week of love #bucky barnes x reader #divider by imerdwarf

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Tickled Pink

A/N: First Kiss of the HBC Week of Love series with Loki for @the-th-horniest-book-club

Also filling my square for @marvelfluffbingo - Tickling

Word Count: 550

June 2018

You and Loki were lounging on the couch of the common room with Loki sandwiched between you and the cushions, your back pressing into his chest. His left arm draped over your waist as you yawned suddenly. Loki grabbed the remote in front of you and hit the pause button. “Are you yawning at Shakespeare, darling?” he teased. His breath tickled your cheek and you shivered.

“No,” you yawned again. “I’m yawning at the fact that it’s…” You looked at your wrist and groaned. “Only 7 pm? Man, I’m getting old!” Loki laughed at you. You gently shoved him as you twisted to face him. “Are you gonna make fun of me and my age?”

His long fingers danced over your waist as he chuckled low. “My darling, you have no idea how young you truly are.” His fingers moved down slightly, tickling your stomach. You winced, trying not to give away your discomfort. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no,” you tried to play off the giggles as his fingers hovered over that same spot on your stomach. Your breath caught and you tried to crunch your stomach away from his touch. Loki’s eyes sparkled in understanding.

“Does this TICKLE?” He moved his fingers slightly to the right and giggles erupted.

“No!” Your giggles morphed into a strained laugh as you tried to twist away. Loki chuckled darkly and gently grasped your wrists, keeping you in place as he tickled you more.

“Does this?” he teased as his fingers moved to the right, digging in just slightly. Your laughter grew louder; you tried to squirm out of his grasp.

“Loki! Stop!” you laughed trying to keep yourself together as he continued to tickle you. “Please! I’m gonna…”

Sam and Bucky walked in at that instant, rolling their eyes. “Get a room you two!”

Loki stopped his torture, allowing you to calm down, giving the men a knowing look. “We were here first. So unless you want to watch ‘Shakespeare in Love,’ I’d suggest you move elsewhere.”

Bucky threw himself on the loveseat opposite the two of you while Sam took the Barcalounger. “Haven’t seen it; is it good?”

You giggled at Bucky as you laid sprawled out on the couch. Sam grabbed the remote from Loki’s outstretched hand and hit the play button. “FRIDAY, can you turn down the lights in here?” The lights lowered without response. The movie continued; your eyes were locked with Loki’s. His breath fanned over your face. You watched as he lowered his face to yours.

His lips were soft, just the slightest hint of the tea he had before you had agreed to watch a movie. You sighed quietly as his lips moved over yours tentatively and heartbreakingly tender. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down onto you. You relished in his body covering yours, warming you all over. The kiss deepened as his tongue ran over your bottom lip, nipping it teasingly. A cough startled you out of the moment; Loki chuckled and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Shall we watch the movie?” he asked. You nodded. Loki raised himself and turned, placing himself once more behind you. Although now his hands rested on your stomach, laying flat, spending the rest of the movie finding new places in which to kiss you.

#hbc week of love #loki x reader #th hbc #marvelfluffbingo2021 #marvel fluff #the th hbc #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki oneshot

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Candy Hearts Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Shy!Reader

Summary: Who knew that your new job was to grab coffee for Captain America? You certainly didn’t when you applied for it.

Warnings: fluff, shy!reader, soft!steve

Authors Notes: This series is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and to celebrate the Week of Love 💕

Chapter One: The First Meeting

Chapter Two: The First Date

Chapter Three: The First Kiss

Chapter Four: The First I love you

Chapter Five: The First Sleepover

Chapter Six: The First Public Display of Affection

Chapter Seven: The First Valentine’s Day

#hbc week of love #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #captain rogers #steve rogers #captain steve rogers #captain america #fan fiction #chris evans and his characters #masterlist #the chris evans hbc #Steve Rogers x shy!reader #series #mini series #candy hearts series #moodboard

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Keeping You Warm - Chris Evans x Reader Insert

Author’s Note: At long last it’s smut, people. Have you been looking forward to this as much as I have? I hope so! Also hope this doesn’t totally suck. But we’re switching gears here, so be warned. I will try to remember the romance but most of all this is Horny City™. Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics

Also, when I say smut, I mean it; so if you don’t feel comfortable reading graphic descriptions of sex, please exit this page.

If you’re not into smut, then fear not. The continuation to this, Windy City, will be posted soon.

Can probably be read as a one shot, but there is an unofficial prequel called Warm Hearts, that you can check out too. This is for the HBC’s Week of Love and the prompt is First Sleepover. @the-ce-horniest-book-club

Song Inspiration: Close by Nick Jonas and Tove Lo

Word count: 1.873

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, cursing, talking of STD-testing ‘cause if you can’t handle that you should not be having sex, unprotected sex, possessiveness, manhandling, Dom!Chris, praising, dirty talk.

I had been surprised at first. Still kind of was, truth be told. I knew Chris loved to dance, but I had never expected him to take me to a salsa club and I definitely didn’t expect him to be good at salsa dancing. Luckily, I had taken some dancing lessons as a kid, so I still remembered the basic steps of the salsa. It seemed as though Chris was doing his best at making me forget, though. He looked ridiculously hot in his blue button-up: the rolled-up sleeves exposing his muscular forearms and the open collar of his shirt exposing parts of his chest. His hair was getting longer and his beard was still the softest I’d ever touched.

The lights in the club were low, hard to make out anything other than a moving mass of bodies. It didn’t matter, though because with Chris’ iron grip on my hips, I wasn’t going anywhere, anyway. Leading me out on the dance floor, his big hands encased my hips and I leaned back into his chest. My head rested on his shoulder as I grinded my ass against him. Feeling Chris’ strong frame behind me and hearing him grunt was just as intoxicating as the alcohol flowing through my system. It was almost too much: the music pounding through my veins, every powerful inch of Chris that was pressing against me and the almost bruising grip he had on my hips. A low whine escaped my throat when I felt the hard outline of his hard cock against me. He growled quietly in response and a shiver ran down my spine.

His lips latched onto my neck and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly. His hips were still slowly grinding with mine, and my knees buckled a little when I thought about how he would feel against me naked. One of my hands shot back to grab his hair and I tilted my head back subconsciously, moaning quietly into his ear. “You’re so vocal, pretty girl.” I could feel the vibrations of Chris’ voice as he spoke and it only drove me further up the wall. “Something bothering you?” His voice had morphed into a deep, breathy rumble and the only response I could muster was shaking my head. “Hmm…” Chris hummed. “Cause those boys over there have been staring an awful lot at you tonight.” One of his hands slowly released my waist and trailed up my stomach. “But you didn’t even see them, did you?” His hand settled just below my boob and I arched further back into him.

“No, you reserved those pretty little eyes for me, didn’t you baby?” Nodding along mindlessly, I couldn’t stop the next words from tumbling from my lips. “I wanna be yours, Chris. Take me home and make me yours.” My fingers desperately fisted his hair and a growl tore from his chest. One of his hands yanked my head back and his lips crashed onto mine harshly. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, feeling so dizzy that I might fall if I didn’t. I was heaving for air when Chris finally broke the kiss. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes wild and his swollen pink lips had never looking more enticing than they did in that very moment. I whined for his attention and he chuckled humourlessly. “If there’s gonna be any chance of us getting out of here before I fuck you, you need to keep those noises to yourself, pretty girl.” Chris still had one of his hands locked on my waist and I bit my lip to keep from keening when he tightened his grip and lead us out of there.

Reaching the car was an achievement in itself. Quickly climbing in, I pulled him in for another kiss before he could even start the car. My hand trailed down his stomach before I rubbed his straining erection. Chris grunted loudly and grabbed my hand as he broke the kiss. “What are you doing?” Mischief sparkling in my eyes, I tried to free my hand, so that I could go back to touching him. “I’m not fucking you in a car for our first time.” He practically hissed at me and I pouted in response. “Why?” My tone was whiny, but I couldn’t care less. “I don’t even have a condom here and…” I interrupted him before he could continue. “So what?” Chris’ eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he looked at me. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. You?” Chris cursed quietly under his breath, before answering. “I’m clean too.” He said, but tightened his grip on my wrist when, once again, I tried to touch him. “But I am not fucking you in a car for our first time.” His voice was stern and a frustrated sigh left my lips, when I realized how serious he was being. “Fine. But you better fucking step on it.”

Before I knew it, we were at Chris’ house. Not even bothering to park in his garage, the car screeched to a stop right in front of his front door. Hurrying out, I met him at the front door where he was roughly jamming his key into the lock, having lost just about all of his cool. The door slammed into the wall as he pulled us through. Almost immediately, I started working on the buttons of his shirt and Chris slammed the door behind us. His fingers fumbled for the zipper on my skirt, as he walked us backwards. I tore the button-up from his broad shoulders and let my hands glide over the exposed flesh of his arms. Chris finally found the zipper on my skirt and yanked it down. Stepping out of the skirt, I kicked of my shoes as well. Chris pressed me up against a door when I started working on his belt.

His pupils were blown, only the tiniest sliver of blue left in his eyes. Once I had opened his pants, he opened the door behind me and we stumbled into his bedroom. Pulling away from me, he let his pants fall to the ground before kicking both them, his shoes and socks off. Reaching for my top, I threw it on the ground with his clothes. His lips crashed onto mine again and he led me back to his bed. Giving me just a little push, I fell back on his bed and he tore his undershirt of before joining me. Chris hovered over me, resting on one arm while the other pried my legs apart. He quickly slotted himself between my legs and I yanked his face to mine for another kiss. I knew in that moment that I would never tire of his kisses.

Chris’ hips rolled against mine and my breath hitched loudly. His hands fumbled for the clasp on my bra and his callous fingers felt like heaven running over my quickly heating skin. He opened the bra and leaned back to get a better look at me, before he pulled the straps of my shoulders and tossed it across the room. A rumbling moan erupted from him as he looked at me and his hips worked harder against mine. I gasped in delight and arched my back. Chris’ lips surged to my breasts and quickly enveloped one of my nipples with his lips. “Chris, please!” I whined shamelessly. His tongue flitted eagerly over my nipple and I scraped my nails through his hair. “What do you want, pretty girl? Huh?” The deep timbre of his voice raised goose bumps all over my skin. “God, Chris, please! Just fuck me.” My answer sounded more like a moan than anything else but Chris was satisfied with my answer.

“You ready for me, baby?” His hand suddenly dipped into my panties and he ran his fingers gently over my folds. “Hmm? You wet for me, pretty girl?” When two of his fingers slid past my folds and pushed into me, I gasped so loudly that I almost didn’t hear Chris growling. “Fuck, honey, you’re fucking soaked.” He bit his lip and thrusted his fingers harshly into me. “How long have you been wet like that, baby? God, I could just slip right in.” He grunted loudly and my body tensed in anticipation. “Chris, please.” I whined again, my head lolling to the side. “I know, pretty girl. I have everything you need.” He gently pulled his fingers out and yanked my panties down. His boxers followed immediately after, but then he looked into my eyes and stopped. “Are you sure?” He asked sincerely. “Yes. I wanna be yours, Chris.”

I could feel his cock twitching against my thigh and I sucked in a deep breath. “Look at me.” His tone was back to commanding again and as I locked eyes with him he pushed into me. A full-body shudder enveloped me, as I finally felt him and I keened loudly. Chris growled loudly and the muscles in his arms and neck flexed with his attempt at self-control. “Fuck. You’re so damn tight, pretty girl.” He said, slowly rocking his hips into mine. My eyes rolled back in my head, as I begged him to go faster. I was so close already and I could hardly believe it. I wanted him to consume me, mark me and make sure I always knew who I belonged to.

Sitting back on his haunches, he gripped my hips tight and slammed me onto him at the same time as he thrusted forward. A scream of ‘yes’ tore from my lips, as he hit my sweet spot. Chris smirked in satisfaction. “Yeah? Right there, pretty girl?” He snapped his hips forward roughly, hitting the same spot again and again. I keened loudly and nodded. “Need you to come, pretty girl. You’re squeezing me so damn tight, I can barely move.” His voice was hoarse and deep and I moaned again. “You like it when talk to you, baby?” His voice was smug. “Fuck… you look so pretty talking my cock like this. Completely fucked out and drooling for it.” My walls were starting to flutter around him. “There we go, pretty girl. Squeeze my cock, so I can eat that pretty little pussy of yours after.”

Blood was thrumming in my ears and I keened when his fingers started drawing firm circles over my clit. When he thrusted into me again my entire body seized up, toes curling, muscles clenching and my vision whiting out as pleasure shot through my system. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pleasure drained from my body and I was left feeling like I was floating. “Fuck.” Chris’ grunt broke through the haze. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?” Fighting through the tiredness in my limbs, I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Inside me, Chris. I wanna feel you filling me up.” Chris cursed loudly and his hips sped up. His rhythm became irregular and he threw his head back on a loud moan as he shot his load inside of me. His hips continued pumping into mine a few more times before he collapsed on top of me.

#hbc week of love #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris x reader #reader insert #female reader #imagine #first sleepover #smut

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