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purplesurveys · 3 years

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What was the longest time you’ve had the hiccups for? Maybe for half an hour? Mine are never that bad.

What type of TV shows are your favourite? Not a big TV show type of person to begin with since it seems as if my attention span wasn’t built for once-a-week, season-breaks kind of content haha. I do like sitcoms, I guess...bite-sized ones like Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, The Big Bang Theory, etc. Drama shows I’d bite into if the plot is extremely intriguing to me or relevant to my interests, like The Crown or Breaking Bad.

Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything? I was before then I wasn’t for a very long time, then I came back just recently with this BTS shit I got myself into.

Do you know anyone who has died in battle? Hmm. I don’t think so. My great-grandpa lived a few more decades after the war.

When was the last time you went on an adventure? July. My friends and I spent the whole day driving around and stopping by sooo many spots around the metro. It was a lot of fun and we were fucking b e a t after.

What brand is your vacuum cleaner? I dunno. My mom mainly uses ours.

Are you good at rapping? I have a number of songs and verses memorized that I can recite quite okay, but I can’t write any of my own.

Name one world issue that upsets you. Racism.

How do you feel about tanning? I never saw the the big deal. I will say tanning beds and salons are such a culture shock to me, though. Are some people really that obsessed with modifying their skin tone?

Have you ever given a public speech? Hmm, just the one time I was entered into a public speaking competition and was given a topic to talk about on the spot. That was honestly a lot of fun and I wish there were more opportunities to do that exact same thing.

Do you read comic books? No. I tried getting into that whole thing, but didn’t see the appeal.

Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved? Not always but if I’m starting to feel left out or awkward, I will start to ask a question here and there to ease my way into the conversation. But if the topic is clearly none of my business then I do stay out of the way.

Kiss with your eyes open or closed? Closed.

Do you believe you can change someone? This isn’t a black and white matter, I think. The idea of changing a person can have a lot of layers; in my org, for instance, I got to pick up a few quirks and behaviors from my friends just by being around them for a long time – in that sense, I changed. But you can also strive to change someone who’s struggling and try to make them become happy, which I tried to do with my ex – which of course I learned the hard way that you can’t change someone if in that context.

How did you react when your first pet died? I was bummed out but didn’t throw a fit.

Have you ever drawn anime? No.

Can you use a pogo stick? I’ve never even seen one in real life. I’m dying to try it out just once.

When’s the next time you’ll see the person that you like? I don’t like anybodyyy.

Do you like bathing/showering? I mean...yes? Like I’m not obsessed with showering, but it’s a necessity that I have to regularly do anyway lmao.

Have you ever considered entering a race? Sure! Just give me a couple of weeks to practice because my endurance and stamina are embarrassing.

Rihanna or Lady Gaga? Rihanna.

Who was your first good kiss with? My ex.

What accessory do you want in your bedroom? SHELVES

What do you take the most pictures of? My experiences.

What are you always in the mood for? Starbuuuuuuckssssssss.

What is something that you never turn down? A day out with friends. I’ll always make time. What is something that you always turn down when offered? Food, if I’m a guest at someone else’s place.

Name something sexy about your significant other. I don’t have any.

What is one of your hobbies that you refuse to give up? Surveys, I guess. I enjoy them too much and have been doing them for nearly a decade.

If you could be a professional in any sport what would it be? Tennis.

If you could be a professional at any instrument what would it be? PIANO.

Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician? Surgeon. I would be too terrified seeing dead people, anyway.

Have you ever been on a subway? Nope.

Are you in love? No.

Do you like having your lip softly bitten when you’re kissing? Sure. Softly, roughly...both are fine hahaha.

Do you want to get married when you’re older? I hope so. I want my turn, too.

What was the last band shirt you wore? Eh, I don’t own any. I wore a fanmade V-themed shirt yesterday, if that counts.

You can have a milkshake right now. What flavor do you choose? OMGGGG that sounds so fucking good rn. Chocolate chip cookie dough.

Have you ever given someone flowers? Mhm, I used to give my ex bouquets whenever it was our anniversary.

What day of the week is usually your busiest day? Monday like 98% of the time, so I hate them. It ultimately varies, though. Sometimes some days are a hell of a lot more hectic than others.

Do you have any concerts coming up? I mean...obviously not.

Do you like or hate the smell of fish? Oh yessssssss. The smell of seafood/ocean always makes me fucking drool.

What’s your favorite brand of chips? Pringles, or this local brand of salted egg chips that I love to get.

Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud? Yeah, once. We had to write a poem as our homework and my teacher picked out a couple that he thought were the best-written, and one of them was mine even though I still firmly believe I did a shit job.

Do you like pineapple? Oh god no. One of the worse fruits I’ve had.

Does your house have a dishwasher? No. It seems to be just a Western thing.

Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo? I probably do, but I just can’t give you a lineup of names. Flower tattoos seem to be trendy these days, especially in the line style.

How many different languages can you say goodbye in? So I have goodbye, paalam, 안녕히 가세요, adios, auf wiedersehen, sayonara, au revoir...so that’s 7.

Agree or disagree: You like Adam Sandler movies. Ummmm definitely childish and I can feel that the humor tries so hard sometimes but I do enjoy some of his movies, like 50 First Dates.

Have you ever had to get a tooth pulled? If so, what for? Yeah, I mentioned this on a previous survey.

Have you ever dated anyone while they were in jail? No, I’ve never dated anyone who’s been imprisoned.

If you’ve ever babysat, do you like it? I ‘babysat,’ but technically all eldest Asian daughters are expected to look out for their younger siblings and cousins anyway. I didn’t actively enjoy it, but sure, it was fun playing with them and it’s always nice to be viewed as responsible.

What is your favorite flavor on sunflower seeds? I don’t eat sunflower seeds. I don’t dislike them, I just really never seek them out.

Do you get cold easily? Yes.

Do you get a lot of spiders in your house? Hmm no. If we do get visited they are almost always too small to be seen.

Do you admire nature? Yeah, I try to be around it as often as I can.

Name one naughty thing you’ve done. Had sex while a few people were in the same room. I pay for it now hahaha; those friends who had the misfortune to be in that situation have never let me live it down and it’s one of their go-to stories when I’m being introduced to new friends.

Name two of your favorite things as a child. I loved everything Bratz. I also liked Play-Doh.

Do you own a Pillow Pet? No, I’ve never even heard of that.

Do you tend to solve problems with violence? Never.

Have either of your parents gone to jail? Nope.

Do you know a hoarder? I heard my grandma had been one, but I didn’t see traces of it when I used to visit her. I guess she had been when she was younger and stronger. I show traces of hoarding too, but I don’t think it’s at a concerning level; I literally just threw out a bunch of shit in my room I’ve hoarded over the last five or so years.

Do you wax, pluck, or leave your eyebrows? I don’t touch them; I’m never all that worried about my appearance. On very rare instances, I will shave some of the excess hair off. Do you have any interesting scar stories? None of them are interesting tbh, just results of my own stupidity.

Do you hate the texture of meatballs? I don’t hate their texture but I also just don’t enjoy meatballs in general. I find them boring, which has always led me to think if they’re really supposed to be just boring clumps of meat or if I’ve just always been served average meatballs.

Do you get migraines? Yes, I usually get one after work. They’ve decreased in frequency now but one will drop by every now and then to give me a shit time.

Do you like guns? No.

Are turtles amazing creatures? All animals are. :') < Yes! Except cockroaches.

How much time do you spend taking surveys? I dedicate an hour or so every weekend. I often wish I can allot more time, but I also have other hobbies and interests I would usually want to catch up on during the weekends. 48 hours is just too short :(

Would you rather visit: The Eiffel Tower or Egyptian Pyramids? Pyramids, in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t even need to think about it.

Would you like to work at a candy shop? Uh no. If I had to, it would be on the back-end, maybe in the corporate side of things lol.

Do you have feelings for someone? Nope.

Which one of your guy friends is the best looking? JM.

Do you have anything to say to your ex bf/gf? No.

Which band do you have the most of on your iPod/music player? I don’t use music players anymore but my Spotify always reminds me of how much I listen to BTS whenever they do one of their quirky listening habit reports lol.

Which song describes your mood at the moment? I want to go with RM’s Bicycle just because I’m feeling quite content and relaxed at the moment.

Which movie(s) do you quote the most? Eh, I’m not a big movie quoter.

Which one of your best friend’s friends would you most likely date? I honestly don’t see any of them as date-able.

Would you ever let anybody else drive your car? Sure. I’ve let Hans and Gab drive it countless times when I’ve had too much to drink. It’s a small car and is fairly easy to use and navigate. I would let Anj use it too at some point, but I want her to perfect her u-turns first hahahaha.

Which one of your friends will be the most successful? It’s already one of my friends to begin with but I’m not naming names. They come from a privileged background to begin with and their godfather already handed one of his companies down to them, so. They were also told the CEO position is already a sure slot for them.

What store did you last shop at? I wanna say NCAT, this Korean-themed store that sells trinkets and jewelries and plushies and stuff. They also sell BTS albums so Anj and I dropped by to check out and touch all the albums we can’t afford yet HAHA

Do you think telepathy is real? No.

When did you last draw something for fun? Last Saturday when I played an online drawing/guessing game with my uncles and aunts.

Who makes the most in your entire family? My dad.

Do you like writing essays? I love essays, it’s my favorite writing piece to make.

Do you think plastic surgery is no big deal? It turns into one when it gets obsessive, like when people get excessive plastic surgeries specifically to look like another person. I’m looking at you, fucking Oli London.

Do you take your trash to the dump or have it picked up? It’s picked up.

When you sneeze do you sneeze into your shirt or your hands? I look away and just sneeze. Sometimes I’ll put up my elbow.

Do you usually have sex in the morning, noon or night time? Erm, I usually had it at night. I only had morning sex when we would spend the night; and I nearly never had noon sex.

Did you ever fail your learners/drivers test? No.

Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? Gun to my head, Lil Wayne.

Name someone you’ve become a lot closer to recently: Reena!!! I’m so grateful Angela introduced us to each other :) We both tend to get shy so we don’t actually actively get chatty when we see each other irl, but I love her presence and I love that she is my friend. I make up for it by being super friendly and wacky in our group chat haha. Does your car have a sunroof? No. We used to have a car that did, but we had to sell that during the peak of the pandemic.

Are you closer to your mom or your dad? Dad.

Have you ever had a friend with benefits? No.

Who’s the last person you cuddled with? My ex.

Are you friends with any of your teachers on Facebook? Yeup.

#survey #surveys

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argylemikewheeler · 6 years

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ik it's after halloween but do u think jonathan, with his evil dead poster, and max, with her michael myers mask, would bond over horror movies?

ummmm this is an excellent point??? I LOVE the idea of Max and Jonathan becoming friends?? Like, he’s the pretentious fucking brother of the kid she barely knows because he was Going Through It in their first month of friendship, and she just assumes he’s unbearable. But then he compliments her costume, after he sees a few pictures in the weeks after and she says that Halloween was one of the best horror films she’s seen. She’s seen it nine times. And Jonathan just, lights up and smiles. Will might actually have a cool friend.

They share movie recommendations and discuss how the second Nightmare on Elm Street was uh, kinda gay??? but like. totally worth the money to see it three times. Jonathan shares some mix tapes, but Max still really likes her pop music and will suggest what songs Jonathan should really listen to. To stay fucking relevant. He listens to her and Will thanks Max every time he hears Duran Duran being played from the other room.

Max likes hanging out with the party at Will’s house. It’s nice to have friends, but it’s also really nice to have a brother.

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a-splash-of-stucky · 7 years

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A Messed Up Place | Seven

Pairings: Bucky x Reader || Steve x Reader

Summary: You’ve had a little too much to drink. Shit happens.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only y’all. Unprotected sex (not a good idea), drunken shenanigans, dubious consent (explained further at the end of the chapter). I am being 200% serious, here: if you’re squeamish about anything even vaguely non-consensual, do not read this chapter.

Notes: For @hellomissmabel’s challenge. Ummmm…..sorry? Y’all gonna hate the reader even more after this one. I just…I can’t. There’s no justification for it.

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The mission has been a success. You and Bucky have been in Kuala Lumpur for two weeks and in that time, you’ve managed to accomplish a lot of things. First and foremost, you’ve managed to decontaminate the drug load before it got distributed, using a fancy cocktail of chemicals that Stark cooked up. That had been a team effort, with Bucky doing some pretty intense seducing and sweet-talking, whilst you’d snuck into an abandoned warehouse to deal with the problem. In addition, the two of you managed to crack open a hole in Nova’s trafficking links, wheedling out some information from a low-level gang member — using no small amount of physical coercion — in order to determine the perfect location to plant a double-agent. All you need to do is get back to the compound and pass on the relevant information.

Tonight, therefore, is a night of celebration. It’s your final night out here in the wonderful, albeit swelteringly hot and unbearably humid city of KL. You’re clearly making the most out of your last night here, but Bucky’s rather more downcast, isn’t really in a celebratory mood. He doesn’t have it in himself to be happy anymore. Sure, the mission went better than he could have ever hoped, but he’s just feeling quite detached from it all. Seeing you looking happy and joyous on the dance floor is almost enough to tease some joy out of the broken remains of his heart, but really, he’s just exhausted. He’s tired of having to hold himself together all the time.

You’ve let loose tonight, more so than Bucky has ever seen you. You’re currently having the time of your life on the dance floor of this packed club, having thrown back several shots of vodka to cast away your inhibitions. Even in the dim lighting, Bucky can still catch sight of your form as you twist and grind your body amongst the throng of people surrounding you. You’ve give yourself over to the music, your body moving in rhythm with the song’s loud and erotic beat. Bucky can’t tear his eyes off you, no matter how hard he tries. Though he tells himself he’s only keeping an eye on you to make sure you don’t get into any trouble — though who is he kidding? You’re more than capable of handling any trouble that comes your way, drunk as you may be — in reality, he knows he can’t stop watching because he wants nothing more than to be dancing beside you.

You look stunning.

To be fair, you could be wearing a trash bag in lieu of clothing and you’d still manage to steal Bucky’s breath, but something about your dress tonight is just…especially exquisite.

It’s a spectacular cobalt blue number; long-sleeved, stopping at your mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that reveals a fair amount of your chest. It hugs your body in all the right ways, accentuating the femininity of your form. The bodice is adorned with sequins that sparkle alluringly whenever the strobing lights of the club land on you. And if that wasn’t enough? Your hair is mussed from you running your fingers through it multiple times. Your makeup is glamorous; all smoky eyes and cherry-red lips without looking too overdone. A thin veil of sweat coats your skin, giving you an ethereal glow.

It’s a little after one in the morning now, and Bucky decides that it’s about time for the two of you to be heading back to the hotel. Your flight home tomorrow isn’t particularly early, but Bucky doesn’t think he can stand another second of watching you dancing when you’re dancing like that — it’s driving him to the edge of insanity. Bucky throws back the last of his whiskey, sets his glass on the bar, then pushes past the crowd of people to get to you. Catching hold of your upper arm, he presses his lips close to your ear so that you can hear him over the relentless thrum of the bass.

“C’mon, let’s go home!” Bucky shouts.

You turn to him and narrow your eyes. “No!” you shout back, “I wanna stay, come dance with me!”. You grab hold of his wrist, trying to tug him deeper into the mass of swaying bodies.

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re drunk!” Bucky says, more insistently this time.

Bucky is in agony, having to be this close to you. Though his nose is assaulted by the bitter smokiness in the club, the sour tang of alcohol and the general mustiness of sweat, Bucky can still catch the faintest whiff of your perfume and goodness if that doesn’t bring back a whole host of memories.

“Am not!” you slur. Someone bumps into your shoulder, causing you to teeter unsteadily in your heels. Bucky’s hand darts out and catches your waist, steadying you.

“Okay, well, I’m tired, so let’s get going,” Bucky reasons, tightening his grip on your arm and practically dragging you out of the crowd. You stumble, then get a grip on Bucky’s shoulder and lean heavily against him as he walks you out of the club.

He glances over his shoulder to catch you pouting. “Fine,” you huff, “You’re no fun,”. Bucky shakes his head as he chuckles, bemused by how cute you look when you’re drunk and upset.

The cab ride home is its own twisted kind of torture. You’re sprawled against Bucky, your head pillowed on his shoulder and your legs stretched out as much as they can be on the backseat. The skirt of your dress has ridden up your legs to highly indecent levels, and it is taking every ounce of Bucky’s willpower to not stare at that expanse of exposed skin. Staring is impolite, so Bucky forces himself to avert his gaze — but fucking hell, you make that a difficult task.

More importantly, though, with you this close, he can’t help but catch a strong whiff of your scent every time he inhales. Now that you’ve escaped from the overpowering stench of sweat and alcohol, there is no masking the sweet fragrance of your shampoo, or the crisp, fresh scent of your skin. It’s a smell that’s wholly you and it makes Bucky shift uncomfortably in his seat. He angles his hips slightly away from you, vehemently praying to anyone in the heavens above that might be listening, so that you don’t notice the situation starting to develop in his pants.

You’re pretty much silent as Bucky brings the two of you up to your room. His arm is wrapped protectively around your waist to steady you as you walk in your heels — and yes, he’s probably holding you a little closer than is strictly appropriate, given the fact that you’re engaged to his best friend, but it’s a small luxury he hasn’t had in a while, so he doesn’t beat himself up too much about it. You make no move to shove him away, which Bucky is secretly appreciative of.

When you get to your room, Bucky whips the key card from out of his back pocket, swipes it across the card reader and ushers you inside, herding you over to the bed. You perch on the edge of it, a picture of docility; legs crossed at the ankles and hands folded in your lap.

Since it would have been rather awkward to share the only bed in the suite — given your history together and the fact that you are now engaged to Steve — you and Bucky have been taking it in turns to sleep on the bed. Technically, you’re supposed to be sleeping on the living room sofa tonight, as it’s Bucky’s turn to have the bed, but he figures that he’ll be a gentleman and let you have the better bunking spot. You’ll probably thank him for it in the morning.

Satisfied that you’re going to stay put on the bed, Bucky dashes to the bedside table to grab a bottle of water. He cracks open the seal and brings the bottle to your lips, murmuring soft encouragements to you so that you take a few hearty sips. When you tap his wrist to tell him that you’re good, Bucky pulls the bottle away and watches as a couple of stray drops of water escape from the corner of your lips. They trickle down your chin, meander over the column of your neck, past your décolletage and finally, disappear between the valley of your breasts. Bucky finds himself unable to do anything but track the movement of those droplets as they travel over your skin. He wets his lips subconsciously.

When he finally drags his gaze upwards to meet yours, he swallows nervously; you’ve been watching him the entire time. When your eyes make contact, you arch an eyebrow seductively as you slowly lean back, resting your weight on your palms as you cross your legs at the knee, forcing the skirt of your dress to ride up a little bit more. The position forces your chest outwards. You flash Bucky a coy smile as you gaze up at him through your lashes.

What the hell? is the only thought that Bucky’s rational brain is capable of thinking, at this moment. The rest of his mind is fixated on the fact that you look goddamn delicious.

Bucky swallows nervously. “Uhh…well..um..you’re okay, right, Y/N? I’m just…um…gonna go bunk on the sofa,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on the bottle of water in his hand as he turns to leave.

You lunge out — reflexes surprisingly fast for someone who’s that drunk — and catch the sleeve of his dress shirt between your fingers.

“Stay, Bucky,” you breathe, your fingers encircling his wrist. He swallows again, becoming acutely aware of the manic thumping of his heart against his rib cage. Bucky shakes his head as he twists his hand out of your grip.

“No, Y/N,” he says resolutely, “You’re engaged to Steve, remember? It’s not…s’not right for me to stay…with you,”.

His heart does a sickening lurch when you stand up and take a couple of steps towards him, tottering unsteadily on your feet. Bucky takes a few steps back in retreat until there’s nowhere else for him to go; you’ve backed him into the wall. He drops the plastic bottle in his shock. You’re inches away from him now, so close that he can smell the faint tang of alcohol on your breath and see the hunger in your lust-darkened eyes.

“Stay, Bucky,” you repeat, your voice breathier this time — more of a purr, than anything else.

Bucky shakes his head again, swallowing agitatedly. The ultimate battle between head and heart is raging inside him; he feels like these conflicting desires could very well tear him apart. He reaches out to put both hands on your shoulders, intending to push you away, but in a lightning-fast motion, you catch the wrist of his metal arm.

His breathing hitches.

You turn your face to press your lips against the heel of his palm. Bucky hasn’t got any sensation there — all he detects is feather-light pressure — but the gesture stuns and confuses him all the same. Before his brain can even process what’s going on, you catch his other hand and run your lips over the pulse point in his wrist. His breathing stutters because this time he can feel you; the tenderness of your lips, the warmth of your breath.

Your touch is like a drug, making his brain work more sluggishly. Bucky is still trying to make sense of the situation, but you’re forging ahead like a woman on a mission, leaning up on your tip-toes and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Fuck. That draws him back to reality.

“I said no, Y/N!” Bucky cries, forcibly shoving you away from him. You stumble back and, unable to find your balance on unsteady feet, land on the bed with a soft oomph. Bucky is unnerved; pulse racing erratically, breath coming in quick pants and flesh hand visibly trembling with — fear? Rage? Desire? He’s unsure, but either way, he needs to get out before he does something that he’ll sorely regret in the morning.

The two of you had a rule, back when you were still friends-with-benefits. Actually, you had a few rules, but one of them was to never have sex whilst drunk or under the influence of drugs. It’d be too risky and unsafe. And — even though that agreement has long since been null, Bucky is reluctant to cross the boundary. He doesn’t want to hurt you, or Steve, or—

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” Bucky hisses. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t register the fact that you’ve slunk off the bed and crept across the floor to kneel in front of him. Fuck if that isn’t an image that his body likes very much. You tip your head back to look at him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you flutter your lashes seductively. Your hands are lightly resting on his outer thighs, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against his leg. They’re two searing hot points of contact that Bucky can’t ignore. You’ve got him pinned into place by the sheer power of your gaze. Bucky’s lost himself in the depth of your eyes and before he catches onto what’s happening, you’ve got your palm pressing against the hard outline of his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Jesus,” he swears, the air in his lungs escaping in a rapid exhale. You start to stroke him through his all-too-tight pants, the friction a mind-numbingly pleasurable sensation on his cock. Each time Bucky cracks open his eyes to glance down at your hand, he stares helplessly at the diamond ring on your finger. It taunts him as it sparkles and glints in the moonlight streaming in through the window. This is wrong, so wrong, on so many levels.

“You want me, Bucky,” you murmur, almost absentmindedly, “And I want you,”.

“Y/N,” Bucky croaks weakly, “Please…don’t…don’t do this, what about Steve?”.

The protest sounds pitiful, even to his ears. He’s having to exercise an extortionate amount of restraint to prevent himself from jerking his hips into your hand. God, it’s everything he’s been craving this past month — Bucky’s missed this, so damn much, and it’s taking every last scrap of concentration in him to stop himself from grinding into your palm. Bucky’s treading on precariously thin ice here, he realises that, but all the blood in his body is rushing south, making it increasingly difficult to think. With each passing second, more and more of his shaky resistance is crumbling away, succumbing to your alluring pull. You are an enchanting siren and Bucky? He’s nothing more than the sailor who fell prey to your lull of your song.

You rise to your feet, steading yourself by resting your hands on Bucky’s waist. Your face is a hair’s breadth away from his; the two of you are breathing in the same air, now. “Steve doesn’t need to know,” you whisper, giggling afterwards like you’re a naughty toddler who’s just done something behind their parents’ back. “It can be our little secret,” you add.

“Y/N, don’t—,”

But whatever Bucky was about to say is cut off by you mashing your lips to his. Bucky’s brain short circuits. He thinks he might actually pass out. For all the times the two of you have had sex together, he’s never once gotten the opportunity to savour the taste of your lips, so this is everything he’s ever wanted—

—but this is so wrong, so wrong, not how it was supposed to happen at all.

Even so — and Bucky feels truly guilty for even thinking this — he love it. Oh, it’s a hundred, a thousand, a million times better than he ever dreamed it would be. Bucky can’t suppress the little whimper that bubbles out of his chest, can’t stop himself from resting his big hands on your waist, splaying his fingers wide to hold your body nearer to his. You shift a little closer, moaning happily into the kiss as Bucky sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. Your lips part easily, allowing Bucky to teasingly lick at the inside of your mouth. He can taste the remnants of vodka on you, but behind that, there’s a flavour that’s uniquely you; heady and complex and too damn amazing for words to describe. You nip playfully at his bottom lip as your hands start to wander over his body.

Bucky tentatively tangles his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss further. He wants this, wants this so fucking much—

But Steve, his brain agonises.

‘Conflicted’ is not an adequate enough word to describe the emotions warring inside his mind.

With your fingers hooked into his belt loops, you somehow manage to garner enough coordination to walk the two of you backwards towards the bed. Bucky’s hands are idly roaming over you; running up and down your sides, roving over your back and ass, feeling you up the way he’s been dying to do for weeks now, ever since you left him. Bucky can’t get enough of your taste, so his lips hardly ever leave yours. He’s kissing you like a man starved, like you are the oxygen that sustains his body, like he’ll die if he ever stops kissing you. He never wants to stop kissing you; he’s determined to kiss your lips until they’re pink and swollen.

You fall backwards onto the bed, pulling Bucky’s body on top of you. He catches his weight on his forearms, resting them on either side of your head, caging you in. Behind him, he hears a pair of twin thunks as you kick off your heels. Your legs are spread wide, making your dress ride up to a positively scandalous length. Bucky lies between your thighs, his hard-on pressing against your groin. He grinds into you, sinfully, dirtily slow, relishing the desperate, needy mewl that rips free of your throat.

In a flash, the atmosphere in the room changes. The kiss becomes hungrier, more wanton, the air punctuated every now and then with a choked-off moan or a breathy sigh. Your fingers are working down the line of buttons on Bucky’s shirt, eager to get him out of it. You yank the shirt-tails out of his pants then shove the garment down his shoulders. Bucky shrugs it off, tossing it to some distant corner of the room. Your fingers busy themselves by exploring the expanse of his chest — mapping out the contours and valleys of his muscles, the raised ridges of his scars.

All the while, the incessant battle between right and wrong rages on in his mind. He can stop this — scrap that, he should stop this — right now, but he at the same time, he can’t. Bucky’s being selfish, he knows. This…whatever it is you’re doing together…it’s only going to make things worse. Bucky is only punishing himself, by being with you. He’s going to have so many regrets come morning light, but god, he’s missed this. He’s missed this so much. You are the forbidden fruit he keeps coming back for, the drug he wants running through his veins. He’s drunk on you, addicted to you and the fact that you want him? Well, that’s a miracle in and of itself — he’s powerless to resist your charm.

If Steve were ever to find out about tonight, it’d break his heart for sure. Bucky is convinced that some part of him must truly be evil, because how else could he find it in himself to betray Steve like this? Steve’s his brother in anything but blood, a part of Bucky’s own soul.

And what about you? When you wake up tomorrow morning — god will you hate him? Will you push him away? It’s probably for the best, anyhow.

You pull Bucky out of his thoughts when you grab his hand and manoeuvre it to your back. Bucky is momentarily confused until the tips of his fingers brush against the zipper of your dress and understanding clicks into place. He swallows again, quelling down a fresh wave of nerves.

If he does this, there’s no turning back.

You roll your hips upwards, pressing your thigh against his straining cock and Bucky’s a goner. With a low growl, he pinches the zipper between his fingers and drags it down. Bucky pushes up onto his knees momentarily to help you shimmy out of your dress. It, too, ends up discarded on the floor.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, awed by your beauty. His voice is deep and husky, almost unrecognisable, even to his own ears. The lingerie you’ve got on is particularly ravishing; black and lacy, with a whole network of delicate straps that just amplify everything. You look like temptation reincarnated. His dick grows impossibly harder at the sight of you.

You pull him down again, catching Bucky’s lips in another smouldering kiss. His mind goes fuzzy, sex-drunk from your taste. You wiggle a hand underneath you to unclasp your bra and then fuck your bare nipples are rubbing against Bucky’s pecs.They’ve peaked into stiff nubs and Bucky catches one between a thumb and a forefinger, rolling it gently. He eagerly swallows down the moan that punches free of your chest.

“Baby,” you whine, your lips barely breaking the kiss, “C’mon, please baby,”.

Bucky’s breathing catches. You’ve never called him ‘baby’ before, but lord, he wants to hear it again, wants you to call him every pet name under the sun if it means that he can pretend to be yours for the night.

Your hands are at his belt now, fumbling with the buckle. “Off, now,” you growl, your voice low and throaty, your lips brushing against his with every word. Bucky hurriedly complies, divesting himself of his pants, shoes and socks in quick succession. By this point, he’s so aroused that a wet spot is starting to form at the front of his boxers. He’s as hard as a fucking diamond, could probably use his cock to hammer nails.

“Uh, uhhh, fuck, Y/N,” Bucky gasps, as your clever fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers and curl around the base of his cock. You stroke it idly as you press lazy kisses to his neck and collarbone. Your hand is as soft as velvet, your fist tight enough to have his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Bucky bites down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan as your thumb swipes over his sensitive head. He’s achingly hard, desperate to be inside you.

Oh crap.

Bucky hasn’t got any condoms with him.

Sex between you and him wasn’t exactly on his mind when he packed for the trip. Besides, he didn’t think he would need to sleep with anyone for the mission and even if he had to, he could’ve just bought some from a corner shop, or something. Bucky internally curses himself for his lack of foresight — although in fairness, not even in his wildest dreams could he have ever imagined himself in this position. If Bucky does this…he’ll be breaking another one of your rules; no condoms, no sex. Again, although the two of you are no longer ‘together’, he knows he’s going to beat himself up over this tomorrow. It’s another mistake to add to his ever-growing list.

You’re pushing his boxers off his ass, now. Bucky finds himself powerless to stop you and then — fucking hell he’s naked, his bare cock rubbing against your sex, only a thin scrap of lace in the way.

Bucky doesn’t think he can bring himself to take those off you and thank god he doesn’t have to; you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, raise your ass off the bed and slide the skimpy material down your thighs. Bucky drags them the rest of the way down your legs and flings them to the floor.

Fuck. This is it.

You’re naked and spread out for him, all doe-eyes and kiss-bitten lips. Bucky positions himself between your legs and swallows heavily as he takes himself in hand, giving his cock a couple of pumps.

“You sure you want this, Y/N?” he asks softly. Bucky needs to hear it from you. Why? He’s not entirely sure, doesn’t know why he’s bothering, really. You’re drunk off your ass, so your answer’s pretty meaningless, anyway. He can still back out, though, Bucky tells himself. He can leave and pretend that nothing ever happened when morning rolls around. You probably — hopefully — won’t have a single memory about tonight.

“Bucky, c’mon,” you slur, nodding your head in consent as you rake your nails down his torso. “I want you, I need you,”.

Not in the way I want you to need me, he thinks morosely.

Bucky brings a couple of fingers to your entrance and swirls them around, groaning at how dripping wet you are. Fuck — you’re so wet it’s practically leaking out of you, dribbling down to your ass. He can’t bring himself to tease you about it, or talk dirty to you; he can’t make himself growl — low and throaty against the shell of your ear — about what a good girl you are, getting so wet for him. It’s not right. It’s taking things a step too far.

“Bucky, baby, please,” you whine, bucking your hips up into his hand.

Bucky takes a deep breath, steels himself internally, then brings the head of his cock to your glistening folds. You let out a contented hum. Bucky buries himself inside you in one smooth motion, biting down hard on his bottom lip to hold back the string of curses threatening to escape. This is the first time he’s ever gone bare inside you — inside anyone, for that matter — and it’s a billion times better than he thought it could ever be. Never could he have imagined how deliciously good you’d feel around him, silky smooth and snug and hot and so fucking wet.

Once he’s buried all the way inside you, Bucky stills, giving you a moment to adjust to his girth. It also gives him an opportunity to tame the thundering roar of his pulse, reel himself back from the precipice of orgasm. You’re so good, so unbelievably good.

“Baby, p-please,” you mewl, rolling your hips insistently against his.

Bucky firmly believes that you’ll be the death of him.

He starts rocking his hips into you at a slow, leisurely pace, savouring the feel of your pulsating walls around his bare cock. The sensation is unlike anything he’s ever felt before, and Bucky’s brain is going into overdrive trying to catalogue every minute detail about you.

“Bucky, ohhh, baby…yes,” you purr, eyelids drooping shut as you arch your body into his touch. “Oh, you feel s-so good,”.

Bucky leans down to press his lips to yours, licking into your mouth as your hand reaches up to card through his hair. He moans appreciatively when your nails scratch across his scalp. His metal hand travels down your side and grasps your thigh, hitching it up so that you hook it around his waist; this changes the angle of penetration, allowing Bucky to rake the head of his cock across your sweet spot with every movement. You moan wantonly, digging the fingers of your free hand into the meat of his shoulder.

“B-baby,” you pant, throwing your head back in ecstasy as pleasure wracks through your system. “Bucky…oh, ple-please..p-please, d-don’t sto-op,” you stutter.

“You close, Y/N?” Bucky murmurs, brushing his lips over the hinge over of your jaw.

“Y-yes!” you cry, “Yeah—so, so close,”.

“Come for me, then,” he whispers, pressing soft, butterfly kisses down your neck, “Come for me, beautiful,”.

And it is, indeed, quite the spectacle, watching you come undone. Your face contorts into a pretty grimace, your eyes screwing shut as your entire body trembles with the intensity of your climax. Bucky grits his teeth and fucks you through it. He holds his hips flush to your core and rolls his body against yours, his pubic bone grinding into your clit with each sinuous movement. You’re loud, so loud, babbling a string of incoherent words as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

I want you to love me, Bucky thinks, as he watches you come apart beneath him. I want you to love me more than this. More than just this; more than just my body and what it can give you.

The sensation of your pussy walls fluttering around his cock very nearly tips him over the edge. It’s almost impossible, but Bucky manages to hold onto his self control through the thinnest of threads. Your body is boneless and weak as you come off your high, but from the way your mouthing at the hollow of his throat and rolling your hips against him, it’s clear that you’re far from finished.

Bucky’s so goddamn close that he can’t help it now — he’s barely pulling out of the heat of your pussy with each thrust. His hair is a matted mess and rivulets of sweat are trickling down his back. Bucky’s groin is covered with the evidence of your arousal; you’re so wet that lewd squelching noises accompany every pump of his hips. Low, feral grunts rumble free of his chest each time he gets in a particularly good stroke. The earthy smell of sex fills his nostrils. He’s now slamming into you with such force that your breath is being punched out of your lungs every time he buries himself to the base of his cock.

“Uh, uhhhh, uh—Bucky,” you whimper, “Baby, oh m’gonna c-come again,”.

“Yeah?” he growls, bending down to nip at your bottom lip. Bucky’s hands are fisted in the sheets on either side of your head, clenching them so tightly that the knuckles of his flesh have have turned white. Your hands are cupping his jaw, pulling him closer so that you can get at his lips. The kiss is sloppy and wet, more of an uncoordinated clashing of teeth than anything else, but it’s fucking good in its own right. His calculated, well-angled thrusts have given way to something more primal, as his body succumbs to its carnal urges. You hook both legs around his waist, crossing your ankles at the small of his back. Your arms lock behind his neck, keeping Bucky’s face close to yours.

Bucky’s lips never leave your skin. He alternates between kissing your mouth, trailing his lips across your jaw and nibbling gently at the crook of your neck. As he draws closer and closer to the edge of release, Bucky presses his face into your skin, breathing in your addictive scent. The steady slap, slap, slap of his balls colliding with your ass gives way to a more frantic rhythm. Bucky can feel the coil of pleasure tightening in his gut, signalling his impending release.

“Touch me, baby, touch me,” you beg, blindly grabbing for his hand. With a low groan, Bucky brings his fingers to the apex of your thighs, wiggling them around until you inhale sharply, the tips of his fingers having just brushed against your swollen and sensitive clit.

“Come for me, Y/N,” Bucky grunts, as he swirls his fingers through the mess between your thighs, “C’mon, baby, please,”.

“Bu-cky!”

Hearing his name tumble from your lips in a breathless, choked-out cry is what becomes Bucky’s ultimate undoing. His balls draw up tight and his back tenses up as pleasure rushes through his body, radiating outwards from the base of his cock. At the last second, Bucky remembers that he’s not got a condom on — and Christ, if that realisation doesn’t almost give him a heart-attack — so he wrenches himself free of your pussy, twisting to disentangle himself from your legs.

Bucky’s hand immediately closes over his shaft, fist stroking over it at an inhuman speed. He grunts, low and feral from the back of his throat, as ribbons of spunk land on your lower belly, painting it a startling shade of white. Your own body twitches as your second orgasm of the night courses through your system.

He’s breathing heavily once it’s all over, putting up no fight when your fingers close around his wrist and tug him down towards you. Bucky presses his lips to your in a languid, luxurious kiss. You’re pliant and sated underneath him, lips parting easily under the inquisitive probing of his tongue.

When Bucky pulls away, he sees that your eyelids are beginning to droop shut. He gently smooths back the strands of hair clinging to your temples. “Go to sleep, baby,” Bucky murmurs.

You hum in agreement, twisting onto your side and tucking yourself against his body. You reach a hand back, grab his arm and drape it over your waist. Bucky stiffens, unwilling to let himself relax against you. It’s another one of your rules — although the two of you used to have sex together all the time, you’d never actually slept together. You’ve never spent the night in each other’s arms.

He’s broken enough rules tonight, though.

“Y/N, I need to go clean up,” Bucky protests softly, even as you’re entangling your legs with his.

“Mmm, no, stay,” you mumble.

“Y/N—,”

“Please? Just until I sleep?”

Well. He’s come this far, why not allow himself this little luxury? Bucky’s so exhausted, he’s got no fight left in his system to argue with you.

“Okay, baby,” Bucky concedes, settling down against you.

A pleased hum rumbles out of chest as you snuggle against him. “Love you, Bucky,” you murmur, as you drift off to sleep.

It’s so faint that Bucky almost doesn’t catch it — he probably wouldn’t have caught it, had it not been for his enhanced hearing. Though uttered as an afterthought, those three words make the heartache in his chest a million times worse.

Not the way I want you to love me, he thinks.

Bucky’s gaze drifts over your profile, taking in the slope of your nose, the graceful curve of your jawline, the shape of your lips. No words can ever hope to come close to describing your beauty. His heart is crying out for you, yearning to keep you close and make you his.

“Sweetheart, I love you,” Bucky breathes, stroking his fingers down your arm, watching as goosebumps erupt on your skin in their wake. “You might never love me back, and that’s—that’s okay, but I want you to know that I love you. I—I love you the most,”. He wants you to have heard him, yet hopes that you haven’t.

His breathing sounds all too loud and unsteady in the quiet of the room, a sharp contrast to your deep and steady rise and fall of your chest. Bucky is just about to curl up against you and try to catch some sleep when he catches something shimmering out of the corner of his eye.

Your ring.

It’s the glaringly obvious representation of not only your infidelity, but also Bucky’s complicity in that act. That diamond symbolises betrayal and heartbreak, secrecy and deceit.

What, in all of hell, has Bucky just done?

————————————— Tags are open, but I’m only accepting requests from asks or PMs. Tag requests from comments/replies will be ignored.

Dubious consent warning explained: Bucky has sex with Y/N whilst she’s drunk. There is dubious consent from both parties in this instance; Y/N because she is inebriated and therefore can’t make a coherent decision, and Bucky because he’s not 100% certain that he wants to do this, even saying ‘no’ multiple times. At no point is there verbal consent from Bucky, actually. So, can this be viewed as rape? It’s a grey area. I’ll let you come to your own conclusion.

I feel it is very important to state this explicitly - I am not in any way condoning this sort of behaviour, please don’t take it that way. This is purely a work of fiction. In the real world, ‘no’ seriously does mean ‘no’, everybody. If a situation like this has ever happened to you, and you want to talk to someone about it? My PMs are always open.

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ALL THE UNUSUAL ASKS. (alternatively, every prime number)

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Definitely Spotify2. is your room messy or clean? Atm it is clean but it'll eventually be a huge mess again3. what color are your eyes? Brown, very dark brown4. do you like your name? why? I kind of picked it for myself but sometimes I don't like it. Other times I'd rather not5. what is your relationship status? SINGLE7. describe your personality in 3 words or less Antsy, emotional, empathetic8. what color hair do you have? Dark brown but sometimes in the summer it gets a reddish tint9. what kind of car do you drive? color? I don't drive10. where do you shop? Online on SheIn. Their clothes are always really cheap and comfy11. how would you describe your style? Unpredictable, eclectic maybe12. favorite social media account Tumblr13. what size bed do you have? Queen, but I'm eventually gonna get a daybed to have more space in my room14. any siblings? 10; 6 boys 4 girls15. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? I'm not sure yet, like I really haven't been anywhere16. favorite snapchat filter? My face doesn't register on snapchat17. favorite makeup brand(s) Nyx, hands down18. how many times a week do you shower? Anywhere between 7-1219. favorite tv show? Andi Mack and Gotham20. shoe size? 8.5 US shoe size21. how tall are you? 5'3 22. sandals or sneakers? Sneakers23. do you go to the gym? Nope, but I walk about 6-10 miles a week24. describe your dream date Cheese pizza, action movie, nap, crafts25. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? I don't have any cash on me ever but I have $2.73 in the bank atm26. what color socks are you wearing? Mustard yellow27. how many pillows do you sleep with? 328. do you have a job? what do you do? I do, I'm a nanny 29. how many friends do you have? This is always a hard question bc I never know who to count so I'll j say around 5-1230. whats the worst thing you have ever done? I said a lot of terrible things as a child to other kids out of anger and they weren't even relevant to what they did and they never should have been said.31. whats your favorite candle scent? Coffee32. 3 favorite boy names Micah, Uriah, & Walter33. 3 favorite girl names Imogen, Micah, & Arielle34. favorite actor? Um atm John Boyega bc he was the first name that came to mind35. favorite actress? Definitely Carey Mulligan36. who is your celebrity crush? Also Carey Mulligan37. favorite movie? Hacksaw Ridge 38. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? Not as much as I did when I was younger. Ummmm... Atm I've regained my love for Treasure Island after seeing something about pirates the other day39. money or brains? Like attraction-wise or for myself??? I have to say brains for attraction and money for myself bc I'm really not that smart anyways.40. do you have a nickname? what is it? I have a couple. Bean, Grandma, Chocolate Daddy -I can explain but I can't explain-41. how many times have you been to the hospital? 4 times in my life I think? 3/4 times were about my back and the last time I thought I had tb but I don't so that's good42. top 10 favorite songs Fuck ok um this changes like every 30 minutes but atm and not in this order1) My Flame by Bobby Caldwell 2) Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden3) Bulletproof Heart by MCR4) Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood5) Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko6) Chunky by Bruno Mars7) Hallelujah by P!ATD8) Lights Out by Angel Olsen9) Carmen by Lana del Rey10) Hit Em Up by Tupac43. do you take any medications daily? I've never taken any sort of medication 44. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) Oily ig idk a lot about skin45. what is your biggest fear? Living my whole life being empty without something that can fill it constantly46. how many kids do you want? Anywhere between 2 & 947. whats your go to hair style? Right now just short with like one or two fake flowers stuck in it48. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Small, 3 bedroom49. who is your role model? I don't really have one lol50. what was the last compliment you received? "I like your tights"51. what was the last text you sent? "No problem" 52. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? Never believed in Santa53. what is your dream car? Station wagon 54. opinion on smoking? Cigs are disgusting, I stopped smoking weed bc it only made me dissociate more than I should, but I don't mind people smoking around me 55. do you go to college? Yup, but idk if I'm gonna be on academic probation or not p soon fingers crossed that I won't56. what is your dream job? Social work57. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? Rural tbh. It'd give me more space to walk and talk to myself in private58. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? No, bc my hair is weird and only takes certain kinds of conditioner and shampoos59. do you have freckles? I sure do have freckles 60. do you smile for pictures? Only when I'm sad or wearing lipstick61. how many pictures do you have on your phone? Hella like idk how many bc it doesn't say but so many62. have you ever peed in the woods? Never been in the woods63. do you still watch cartoons? Oh hell yeah most definitely64. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? I don't eat meat anymore lol65. Favorite dipping sauce? Salsa or hummus66. what do you wear to bed? Sweatpants and a t-shirt67. have you ever won a spelling bee? 6th place bc 3 teachers mispronounced scrimmage68. what are your hobbies? Cooking, making playlists, making headbands, and walking69. can you draw? I get bursts of talent but most times no, not at all. I'm terrible70. do you play an instrument? I can play 2 songs on a children's xylophone71. what was the last concert you saw? Never been to a concert72. tea or coffee? Tea, coffee is gross73. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Starbucks 74. do you want to get married? Not really no, like don't get me wrong I'm a romantic but I'm not the easiest person to live with75. what is your crush’s first and last initial? M.H.76. are you going to change your last name when you get married? Nah, but I wanna change my last name to my grandma's maiden name.77. what color looks best on you? Yellow78. do you miss anyone right now? Yeah79. do you sleep with your door open or closed? Open80. do you believe in ghosts? Nope81. what is your biggest pet peeve? Not covering your face when you sneeze &/or cough82. last person you called My mom83. favorite ice cream flavor? Strawberry 84. regular oreos or golden oreos? Neither, golden ones are j gross and the regular ones make me tired85. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow86. what shirt are you wearing? Purple men's tee from F2187. what is your phone background? Different color roses88. are you outgoing or shy? Shy, painfully shy89. do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes, I like to be touched in general but it depends on how close I am to the person/people90. do you like your neighbors? I don't ever see them 91. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Neither, I only wash my face like 5-18 times a year92. have you ever been high? Quite a few times93. have you ever been drunk? Twice94. last thing you ate? Half a pizza95. favorite lyrics right now "You wanna be friends forever/ I can think of something better"96. summer or winter? Winter, I am currently dying in this heat in the house97. day or night? Night98. dark, milk, or white chocolate? Dark chocolate99. favorite month? October100. what is your zodiac sign Sun in Leo101. who was the last person you cried in front of? Maddie, but I was really drunk

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