he's not actually drunk

3

so uh, about aizawa,

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Favorite moments from Drunk History with Impractical Jokers Q and Sal.

the first thing jean ever sends to the trojans group chat is a ten-second video of a drunk jeremy dancing around the dorm as he lip-synchs to kylie’s your disco needs you, which then cuts to jean, wordlessly holding up an alarm clock that reads 03:23 am

anonymous asked:

DRUNK TOM HOLLAND PLEASE

Drunk Tom would Include

  • Him being pretty loud!!! 
  • a lot of cursing 
  • him dancing and actually being really good at it even when he’s super drunk
  • lowkey he’s gunna be a bit of a show off 
  • will try to do a flip and fall
  • super clumsy boy™
  • he’s gunna trip at least once or spill a drink
  • he’s going to be doing that little giggle
  • he doesn’t know his limit so he’s gunna get pretty drunk 
  • he’s gunna get really hungry and will probably order everyone food because he’s super nice 
  • if he’s with a girl he’d get jealous if she was talking to another guy
  • super touchy
  • like he’s gunna have his arm around everyone 
  • he’d be the worst for slurring his words
  • will make so many puns and he’d think that they were the funniest things ever 
  • will do dumb stuff like propose to a pretty girl or dance with a plant pot
  • will get horny
  • he’d be just really fun to be around and he’d have you laughing a lot 

anonymous asked:

au where vicchan didn't die, and yuuri actually did well at the gpf. he didn't get drunk at the banquet so he never met victor. years later yuuri is at the gpf to support phichit, and victor is coaching yuri o. victor accidentally mistakes yuuri for phichits coach, and says something about phichit skating that makes yuuri offended on his behalf, so he tells phichit he's gonna become his coach and phichit is just like 'what'. cue accidental rivalry, lot of sexual tension and a pissed off yurio

Skinny Love | Jungkook | PT. 1

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. You can spot each other in any crowd just by the bond you share, and you communicate sometimes in your own language. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.

Potential Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Future Smut, Mature Content—cursing, drinking and obviously sex. College!AU

There will be three parts to this. Enjoy part one and please don’t forget to vote and give me feedback. 

-Tee


S A T U R D A Y

You can recall the many times you had the opportunity to tell Jungkook how you felt. There was the time during the twelfth grade trip when you both were sitting next to one another on the bus ride home, he made a blanket for you with his sweater and told you to lean on his shoulder as he attempted to sing you to sleep. He looked like an angel that night, you were both close to the point where you could have whispered to him that you liked him and kissed him.

There was that time when you carried him home when he got wasted for the first time, which he never did again, and he was so out of it you could have confessed to him without actually confessing. He was so drunk that he wouldn’t even remember it the next day, it would save you the embarrassment but the sadness would still be hanging over you.

The memories of all the times he had asked you who you liked came back to you. You really could have pointed to him, looked him in the eye and said, “you. I like you Jungkook.” But life isn’t always like they say in the movies to make things speed up, things like this took time, even four years or so worth of it.

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robindaspoopy  asked:

Why... is red shirtless

pfff-

nah, but really, that’s something that happened in the scene with Red for that chapter of @tyranttortoise‘s SSLL fic that led me to draw those pictures. ;)

You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words
[AO3]

Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.

Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either.  Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.

But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history.  He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created.  Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.

What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside.  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.

He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.

He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.

When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked.  One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.

He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited.  The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone.  Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.

Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party.  He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.

“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.

“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred.  He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.

“I know?  I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned.  Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.

“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more.  And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.

“I’m crouching, Isak.  You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.

“No, no!  Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted.  And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.

“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested.  If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.

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a beginner’s guide to queen

‘70s

  • every song is an epic with twelve movements and 85 key changes
  • occasional operatic shrieking is not uncommon
  • hope you’re not a beginner musician because haha good luck buddy
  • there’s a bass player but we’re not really sure if he actually exists
  • all the songs that your drunk friend tries to cover at karaoke come from this decade so get ready for that
  • oh yeah everyone in the band is smarter than you so keep a dictionary handy
  • sparkly costumes

‘80s (more like ‘80-’91)

  • Mainstream ‘80s Pop Rock™
  • hey in case you didn’t know freddie mercury was gay here’s hot space which is essentially 40 minutes of club music
  • everyone kinda broke off and did solo projects and none of them were good (yes i’m sorry brian even you kinda sucked)
  • okay barcelona was a good song but that’s like the best thing to come out of queen solo albums
  • hey remember that bass player? he totally exists and he’s in full force
  • still quiet tho
  • remember the time in 85 when mtv stopped playing queen because they dressed in drag in one of their videos
  • there’s a mustache now
  • the “no synths” rule is broken so hard
  • like i don’t even think they might be giants used as many synthesizers in their first 10 years as queen did in 1984 alone
  • 11/24/1991 never forget

oh yeah and the band i guess

freddie

  • sings higher than you
  • sings lower than you
  • dresses better than you
  • just wants to be left alone with his cats

brian

  • curly hair guitar man
  • stereotypical proper brit
  • sad
  • savior of badgers

roger

  • prettier than you
  • the best soprano you’ll ever meet
  • acts all tough and badass to compensate for his natural femininity
  • writes about Teenage Angst despite being well out of college

john

  • elusive bass player
  • might not actually have a voice
  • hasn’t done anything wrong
  • help him
Do You Know What Happens When You Tease A Guy Like Me? daryl x reader

Summary: (Y/n) is always teasing Daryl which turns him on, what happens when can’t hold himself back?

Note: I tried so hard to make this good but i dont know how i feel about it, ENJOY!!!

Warning: language, smut, rough smut
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You’d taken a liking to Daryl ever since you first met at the prison but you could never let your feelings be known until now. You were safe behind the walls of Alexandria and you left Daryl subtle hints that you liked him. Actually, they weren’t subtle at all. You often watched him when he was working on his bike in the hot sun, his muscles glistening with sweat. When he’d catch you looking you wouldn’t turn away, you’d just wink and carry on having a stare off until one of you looked away. Or other times you would purposely go around without any panties on, making sure to ‘drop’ something and bend all the way down to get it while Daryl was behind you. You’d catch him looking but as soon as his eyes met yours he’d look away, not awkwardly but more like he wouldn’t be able to resist you if he carried on looking.  

Deanna held a small party to welcome your group and everyone was there. You were on the opposite side of the room to Daryl but you would always see him staring at you out the corner of your eye. Both of you were talking to a different group of people and that’s how you knew he was drunk, he was actually socialising. You looked over to him and found him already looking at you. Half of you was getting intimidated but the other half wanted to be in control. He broke eye contact with you and went to sit down and a perfect idea popped into your mind. You excused yourself from the conversation you were in and you grabbed your drink from the table.

“Hey Dixon” you smirked, walking over to him.

“Ya alright?” he asked, nodding his head at you and shifting in his seat as his eyes fell on your curve hugging dress.  

“I think I should be asking you that” you laughed, pointing at the drink in his hand.

“Don’t worry about me sunshine” he grinned at you.

You giggled and went to sit in the chair next to him but you ‘accidentally’ tripped and fell onto his lap. You held onto his shoulders pretending to balance yourself and you apologised all while still staying on him. He let out a muffled groan as you moved to get up, making sure to grind your ass against him before you did. He grabbed your arm and stood up, quickly leading you out of the party. Everyone was a little too tipsy to notice. As soon as you got out the house Daryl led you down the stairs and then pushed you up against the side wall, his fingers creeping around your neck. He pinned you against the wall with his body, grinding his obvious bulge into you. Daryl moved his head down to yours and his lips hovered above yours as you waited impatiently for him to kiss you. You moved your head forward but he tightened his grip around your throat and shook his head.

“Do you know what happens when you tease a guy like me?” he growled, his breath warm on your skin and the sweet scent of alcohol filling your nose. You had to stop yourself from moaning.

“What?” you asked innocently, biting your lip and batting your eyelids at him.

He let out a chuckle and looked down to the floor then back at you. “You make them hard and they fuck the shit out of you” he said bluntly, his dirty words making you wet.

“Is that what you’re gonna do to me?”

He grinned at you before pushing his lips against yours, the force surprising you but you went with it. He opened your mouth with his and thrusted his tongue in, immediately taking over and not giving you a chance to fight for dominance. His hands roughly tugged at your dress as he groaned in your ear to take it off.

“What if someone sees us?” you asked, hesitating as Daryl stopped to look at you.

“You shouldn’t have teased me baby” he chuckled low before lifting the dress up to your waist, the thought of someone catching you made you and Daryl more excited. You fumbled with his belt, the rough bites Daryl was leaving along your neck made you forget everything. In the end, you got his jeans down and he pulled your panties aside with his fingers, making sure to brush them against your sensitive clit.

“You ready?” he growled.

You didn’t even get a chance to answer before Daryl grabbed himself and thrusted his full length into you, stretching you out and making you feel every inch of him.

“Fuck!” you shouted out as he left you no chance to adjust, thrusting into you mercilessly.

“That’s right (y/n), take me all in!” Daryl choked out as your walls squeezed tightly around him.

With every thrust your back rubbed up the wall, mixing pain with pleasure and making your knees shake. Daryl lifted up your leg as he fucked you at a different angle, making him grunt into the crook of your neck at how good you felt. Daryl’s hands made their way back to your throat as he wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed lightly. You let out a moan and he let out a low laugh.

“You like that?” he said, his voice husky from arousal.

You opened your mouth to reply but a strangled moan was the only sound that came out. His ego was filled and he continued to slam into you until both of you were close to your releases. He felt your walls tighten around him and you dug your nails into his back, dragging them down as pleasure was taking over your body. The heat built up to its maximum and soon exploded through your body, the sounds of you and Daryl’s moans merging into one. He came soon after you and sloppily thrusted into you a few more times to finish inside of you.

Daryl let your leg drop and you leaned on his shoulder for balance since your legs were weak. Daryl breathed heavily while he quickly shrugged his jeans back on and you pulled your dress down.

“That was intense” you panted, laughing a little at how dishevelled his hair was. You reached your hand up to fix it and he let you, dropping his head a little so you could reach. “I should tease you more often” you laughed.

“Try it, I won’t be so easy on you next time” he said, walking back to the house with you.

That was easy? You thought. You couldn’t imagine what him being rough was like but you couldn’t wait to find out.
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Tags: @teenagetragediesforeveryone @reedusteinrambles @youandyourstupidrope @becky-twd @fxckyofav 

MISUNDERSTANDING [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “could you possibly write a fred weasley x reader with number 4 and 68?? if you could, that’d be wonderful!!” — by anon

a/n: it’s funny to think that the numbers you requested are somehow linked with the drunken nights imagine i made for draco lol

4. “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.”
68. “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?”

Masterlist + Request here! 

    “Y/N, dear, thank you for bringing Fred in one piece.” Molly Weasley handed you a cup of tea. “Really. It still amazes me how he managed to find a girlfriend who’ll actually tolerate his devilish tactics.” she mostly told the last statement to herself rather than to you, moving on to the kitchen once again to now prepare for breakfast.

    You grinned. “It was no biggie, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for letting me stay for the night.” you sipped your tea silently.

    “Well, it’s the least I could do considering how my son disturbed you. Oh, I swear, as soon as he wakes up he’ll hear something from me and I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.”

    Mrs Weasley kept on speaking to herself even more after that, her tone obviously mad from the way Fred behaved that it made you chuckle as you finally finish you drink.

    Honestly, what Fred did wasn’t too grand. He just had enough drinks to actually get drunk last night, he apparated to your house and insisted to sleep there, but since you knew how strict your parents were, you just decided to bring him home at the Burrow instead. You were supposed to come back that very moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him so you settled in staying with him just for night, planning on waking up tomorrow as early as possible to go home unnoticed by your mum and dad.

    It was definitely a good thing that your parents were such heavy sleepers.

    “Thanks for the tea, Mrs Weasley. I’ll just go upstairs and change my clothes then I’ll be leaving.” you stood up from your chair.

    “Okay, honey, please do make yourself feel at home.”

    You headed to the staircase and quickly made your way to Fred’s room. You were wearing a shirt of his for the meanwhile of your stay and your clothes from yesterday (which still smelled decent, thank the heavens for that) was on the edge of his bed.

    Before you could take off your shirt, you peered suspiciously at your boyfriend’s still sleeping figure. Well, it wasn’t like it would be the first time he would see you naked if he was awake, but somehow you still wanted to keep your guard up.

    When you were sure he was still unconscious, you stripped down as quietly as you can. Though just as you were buttoning your pants, your upper body completely bare except for the bra that you were wearing, you abruptly heard Fred grunt and turn behind you.

    “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?” his hoarse voice filled the area, a chuckle escaping his mouth afterwards.

    You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking.” you rolled your eyes, reaching out and grabbing your shirt that was still on the foot of his bed.

    Fred took a minute before answering and sitting up, “Did we …” he slowly asked you again in grogginess, his eyes not even opened entirely as he gazes at you.

    “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.” you laughed to yourself, soon sitting down to wear your shoes.

    “Damn it.”

    “You seem disappointed.” you teased.

    “I am.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you still drunk, love?”

    Fred chuckled again. “No. Just amazed that my girlfriend has self-control.” he had the nerve to joke.

    After you have successfully worn your shoes, you finally walked towards the bed and sat beside him. He was already looking at you though, bringing his hand to your leg and closing his eyes again.

    “Seriously, Y/N, I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he yawned.

    You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright. Everything for my favorite man.” you winked playfully. “Though now, I need to get going before my parents wake up. You know, you should be thankful they’re both muggles or else they’d be aware of my late night sneaking out.”

    “At least give me a proper kiss before you go.”

    You smiled, reaching down and attaching your lips to his. You felt him smile, his hand moving its way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You almost melted into him because of how warm he was in the morning and how he was honestly such a good kisser, but as you broke free, you realized what he was trying to do.

    “Nope, not working on me, Weasley.” you pecked his lips once more before standing up and getting your wand from the table.

    Fred dramatically sighed. “I was sure it would work this time.” he grinned, his face now red.

    You chuckled. “Whatever.” you looked at his eyes again. “Make sure to apologize to your mum when you go downstairs, okay? Stop giving Molly such a headache.”

    “I will. Go home safely.”

    You nodded.

    With one final playful wink, you waved your wand and apparated back to your room, where your own bed was messy and the door was still tightly sealed with a lock.

Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Prologue)

“Some people just sneak up on you and the next thing you know you’re wondering how you lived without them.”

I met you in the dark, you lit me up
You made me feel as though I was enough

It was a normal Friday night, in a normal party and of course Zach was tipsy. Zach looked around the dining room and everything seemed to go in a slow motion. The dancing bodies, the laughter, the distant chatters wherein everyone was talking too much and not listening enough: it was all too much for Zach. He pushed himself off the wall, quickly flashing an apologetic smile to the girls hanging around him, and started his march upstairs, barely giving another distant Jessica a glance as he pushed his way into a random room; away from the circus they called a party downstairs.

He dragged a chair towards the window overlooking the suburban neighbourhood it was in. Zach stared at the solo red cup in his hands and his face crumpled in disappointment as he threw the useless drink outside with too much force necessary and watched as it spilled and tumbled on the street. Zach didn’t want to be tipsy, he wanted to be drunk. He wanted to be drunk enough to forget his problems, to forget his sins, to forget that he caused a girl her life because he was an insecure and emotional asshole who is used to getting everything he wants. He scoffed, placing his face in his arms; it was all too fucking useless for Zach. Him being sorry would not take everything back, it would not heal everything he fucking destroyed and it will never bring Hannah back. Hannah is dead and it will forever be in his shoulders.

He was so confused, what should he do? What can he do? Is there any redemption in … murder? Zach shivered in this realization. It was murder, he murdered Hannah Baker: that was the silent, bitter truth.

Suddenly the door slammed wide open and a familiar stranger stumbled into the room. “Holy shit – I’m sorry – shit you’re Zach, I am so sorry! I didn’t—I wasn’t – “He watched as you tried to blabber your way out of the awkward situation the both of you were currently in. He watched as a piece of your hair fell on your face as you stubbornly tried to place it behind your ear in your drunken haze, the way your hands gestured too much as if to prove your point, the way your lips twitched every once in a while, and the pleading in your beautiful eyes as you explained yourself over and over again to Zach.

“Hey, hey,” Zach cut her off and tried to smile.”It’s fine.”

Your face fell, what’s up with him? You knew him, of course you knew him, who wouldn’t know the great Zach Dempsey, he was high school royalty. With his previous group into pieces, Alex’s suicide attempt, Justin’s sudden disappearance and Bryce’s transfer, he was the king of their school but in that moment you realized that sometimes being at the top can be lonely even for a king.

“Are you … are you okay?” You straightened up when you saw him look at you but he just chuckled, still staring at his hands as if it wasn’t his own.

“It’s that obvious, huh?” he asked, glancing at you.

“Well,” If you weren’t so drunk you would’ve known that this was the first time you have actually talked to him throughout your whole high school life even if you have at least five classes together every day. “This party is for your win this season and … um, for someone who was supposed to be the guest of honour you don’t seem very thrilled.”

Zach suddenly sat straighter, his walls automatically wrapping around his cold, dead heart, afraid of what you might know if you get too close, figuratively and literally. “Well, aren’t you observant.” He mumbled to himself but he immediately realized the small poison in his words when he saw your friendly aura fall. “Sorry, I’m … I’m not usually an ass.”

“It’s fine,” You tried to console him. You knew, from the way he handled himself, he was not in a very good place right now. With the awkward silence that followed you could almost hear the slow song playing below.

Zach decided to end that. “Wanna dance?”

“What?”

Zach chuckled, standing up. This was his party; he might as well have fun with a pretty stranger. “You can’t say no to the guest of honour. It’s simple party etiquette.” He took two of your arms and placed it on his shoulders as he carefully placed his on your waist, making sure not to cross any lines. He’s crossed enough lines to last him a lifetime and he didn’t want to ruin this moment by being insensitive.

“I can’t dance.” You confessed already a blushing mess when you realized how close your face is to his and goddamn he was fine.

“We’re at a party,” he whispered, almost as if it was a little secret. He took one of your arms and slowly turned you around, wrapped his arms on your waist and dipped you a bit. You couldn’t help the squeal that left your mouth making Zach release a small laugh. He couldn’t believe he was actually having some fun trying to teach a drunk girl how to dance. “You are supposed to dance.”

He took your right arms in his, the difference of the size was remarkable, and placed it on his chest as you slowly swayed to the faint music on the background. You tried to study him, his careful movements, his barely-there freckle below his right eye, his strong jaw, and his tragically sad eyes. You wondered what broke this beautiful boy to make him so guarded from the world but somehow managed to crack himself open to a stranger.

It’s when people started opening up to strangers rather than their friends that you will know they’ve hit rock bottom.

He smirked and gave you a twirl again; probably realizing you were seeing too much. You decided to stop making him uncomfortable and decided just to enjoy the moment that you know will end the moment you will walk out of this room. When you return to becoming a nobody and he will turn back into being Zach Dempsey.

Zach realized that too and if he wasn’t so broken already he would’ve felt sad. For now, he was just thankful that he was given this sliver of happiness and tranquillity in the mess that was his life.

Your safe haven was disturbed by the ringing on Zach’s phone. Zach sighed, letting go of you, ignoring the pang in his chest as he took his phone from his pockets. “It’s my mom.” He said, looking at you.

“I’ll give you some peace and quiet then.”

He looked at you as you stood there for a moment, waiting for his response but when he said nothing to stop you, you opened the door you accidentally closed and started walking out.

 

Then you smiled over your shoulder,

For a minute I was stone cold sober.

 

“Wait.” You froze in your spot when his booming voice stopped you from disappearing from his view.

Zach could’ve sworn his heart stopped when the light from the hallway hit your face just right to make you look like a glowing angel.

An angel, Zach silently laughed, he didn’t deserve an angel.

“I’m Zach,” he winced when he realized you already knew his name and he literally just made a fool of himself in order to look nonchalant and cool. Typical Zach. “I mean, who are you – what’s your name?”

You could tell him, but you thought he was probably just trying to be nice. Plus, getting to know him would be tricky and might get you too attached to this broken yet beautiful boy who was living in a different world as you. This meeting was a mistake, you both knew that, that you weren’t meant to meet, fate did not plan the two of you to cross paths. You were supposed to be just two strangers that would be too familiar but also too hazy to be someone important. But somehow in a shitty party in the dark, wherein everything was too much but not enough you have become a source of safety for the other even for just the night.

You smiled sadly, deciding being strangers would be the road with less resistance.

“I’ll see you around, big guy.” You chuckled, slowly closing the door. “Tonight was wonderful.”


HOW IS IT??? OMG I AM BACK AND ALIVE YALL

Shoutout to @jazminblake for the request love you xxx

Alec lightwood drinking alcohol for the first time: this is disgusting why would anyone voluntarily drink this?

Alec lightwood half an hour later drunk off his ass sitting in magnus’ lap: i fugking love this and i lobve you Maggie you’re so prettt pretty warlock give me kisses

Even (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, sinners! On this week’s edition of Smut Saturday, I decided to go with a request that I got a while ago. It’s our dear Bucky Barnes. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading! I love you guys. xoxo

I hope you enjoy anon, wherever you may be. 

Request:  Heyyy can u do a Bucky Barnes x reader were they get a fight and the reader hits him on his private parts…Bucky trembles down right there but he stats acting weird (just to scare the reader) he behaves like he turned into the winter soldier mode and chases the reader like a hungry lion. The reader keeps screaming and Bucky can’t hold his laughter, so when he captures her…you know end it up with smuttttttt

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), metal arm kink

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“What the hell did I do?” You and Bucky had just walked through the front door, your back turned to him as you heard it slam shut. 

“You were flirting with him, that’s what!” He stormed off down the hall towards the bedroom, his face red with jealousy and anger. You two had gone to a club and some wasted guy came up to you and started flirting. He was drunk for crying out loud, and you were sober, so you thought nothing bad would happen. You played along with him, flirting back, watching the tipsy man make a fool of himself. 

“He was drunk! I was sober! I wasn’t actually flirting with him, Buck.” You followed him, your feet pounding down the hallway. “I was getting a laugh out of it, come on. You know I’m not that type of person.” Hurt was in your eyes. You loved Bucky, but sometimes he got jealous and you didn’t know whether or not he trusted you. You always wondered if he actually thought you would do that to him, if you would really hurt him that badly. He was pacing around the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silent. When you realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything soon, you moved from your spot against the door frame, and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“You understand that we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk, right?” The annoyance could be detected in your voice, and still, you got no response. “James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god, if you don’t say something I’m going to-” 

You were cut off by a pained groan from Bucky. As you were going off on him, you had been flinging your arms around at an attempt to emphasize your point. And by doing so, you accidentally backhanded his crotch as he paced past you. 

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