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Unveiling the Mystery of Dark Circles

Dark circles under the eyes have perplexed many, emerging as shadows that hint at our lifestyle, health, and genetics. But what lies beneath these seemingly innocuous marks? This article delves into the enigma of dark circles, shedding light on their causes, effects, and remedies. Join us as we unravel the mystery and offer insights into how you can minimize their appearance or prevent them altogether.

Understanding Dark Circles

At the core of dark circles lies a combination of factors, from genetics to lifestyle choices. Understanding these underlying causes is the first step toward effective management. Let's explore what makes our under-eye area a focal point for such concerns.

Common Causes of Dark Circles

Several factors contribute to the formation of dark circles. Lack of sleep, genetic predisposition, and lifestyle habits play significant roles. But it's not just about being tired; how these elements interact with our skin's unique characteristics can either exacerbate or mitigate the appearance of dark circles.

The Impact of Sleep on Dark Circles

It's no secret that sleep is crucial for our well-being, but its impact on dark circles is particularly pronounced. Understanding the relationship between rest and the under-eye area can illuminate ways to reduce dark circles simply by modifying our sleep habits.

 Nutrition and Dark Circles

What we eat also affects the skin around our eyes. Certain nutrients can strengthen the skin's resilience against the formation of dark circles, while deficiencies can make them more pronounced. This section will guide you through dietary choices that can help keep dark circles at bay.

Prevention and Treatment Strategies

The battle against dark circles is fought on two fronts: prevention and treatment. Understanding and implementing effective strategies can significantly diminish their appearance or even prevent them from forming in the first place. Adequate sleep, proper hydration, and a balanced diet are foundational. Incorporating specific skincare products containing vitamins C and K, retinol, and hyaluronic acid can also provide targeted support to the delicate under-eye area.

Skincare Routines for Dark Circles

A dedicated skincare routine can make a considerable difference in the appearance of dark circles. Start with a gentle, hydrating cleanser to remove impurities without stripping the skin. Follow with a serum rich in antioxidants like vitamin C to brighten the under-eye area. A moisturizer containing hyaluronic acid will hydrate and plump the skin, diminishing the shadowy effect. Finally, applying a retinol cream at night can improve skin turnover and reduce pigmentation over time. Remember, consistency is key to seeing results.

Home Remedies for Dark Circles

For those who prefer natural solutions, several home remedies have been touted for their effectiveness against dark circles. Cucumber slices, known for their hydrating and soothing properties, can reduce puffiness when placed over the eyes for 10-15 minutes. Similarly, cold tea bags, particularly green or black tea, can help tighten the skin and reduce swelling due to their caffeine content and antioxidants.

 When to See a Professional

While many cases of dark circles can be managed at home, some situations warrant professional consultation. Persistent dark circles that do not improve with lifestyle changes or topical treatments may indicate underlying health issues. Dermatologists or cosmetic surgeons can offer treatments such as laser therapy, chemical peels, or fillers to reduce the appearance of dark circles caused by pigmentation or thinning skin.

The Psychological Effects of Dark Circles

Dark circles are more than just a cosmetic concern; they can significantly impact one's self-esteem and mood. The association of dark circles with fatigue or illness can affect how individuals perceive themselves and how they are perceived by others. This can lead to a decrease in confidence and increased self-consciousness, particularly in social or professional settings.

Social Perceptions of Dark Circles

Society often equates a fresh, bright-eyed appearance with health, vitality, and readiness. Dark circles, conversely, might be misinterpreted as signs of tiredness, poor health, or lack of care. This perception can influence personal and professional interactions, affecting individuals' social life and career opportunities.

Makeup Tips for Concealing Dark Circles

Makeup can be a powerful tool in concealing dark circles and restoring confidence. A peach or orange-toned corrector can neutralize blue or purple tones under the eyes. Applying a concealer that matches your skin tone over the corrector and setting it with a light powder can ensure a smooth, long-lasting finish. Remember, the key is to blend well and build coverage gradually.

The Future of Dark Circle Treatments

The field of dermatology constantly evolves, bringing forward innovative treatments that offer new hope for those battling dark circles. Research into topical treatments with more effective absorption and longer-lasting results is ongoing. Similarly, advancements in laser technology and non-invasive procedures promise more targeted solutions with minimal downtime.

FAQ Section

Are Dark Circles Genetic?

Yes, sometimes dark circles can run in families, so if your parents or relatives have them, you might too.

Can Diet Affect the Appearance of Dark Circles?

Yes, what you eat can make a difference. Drinking enough water and eating fruits, veggies, and lean proteins can help. Eating too much salt can make dark circles worse.

How Long Does it Take for Skincare Products to Reduce Dark Circles?

It depends on the product and your skin. Using eye creams or serums with good stuff like retinol, vitamin C, and caffeine can show results in a few weeks to a couple of months if you use them regularly.

Are There Any Permanent Solutions for Dark Circles?

There's no guaranteed permanent fix, but options like fillers, laser therapy, or surgery can help a lot. You should talk to a doctor to see what's best for you.

Can Dark Circles Indicate Health Issues?

Sometimes they can. Allergies, not enough sleep, or health problems like thyroid issues or anemia might cause dark circles. If you're worried, it's good to see a doctor to check things out.

 Conclusion

Dark circles, while common, can be managed through a combination of lifestyle changes, skincare routines, and professional treatments. Understanding the underlying causes and exploring the available solutions can help diminish their appearance, boosting confidence and well-being. Remember, the journey to brighter eyes begins with self-care and informed choices.

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ou maybe prompt #65 with theo 👀

65. “i guess I’ll just get off all by myself”

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Your relationship with Theodore Nott was a complicated one. 

To the rest of the world, you seemed like the perfect pair if it weren’t for the fact you were always at each other��s throats. 

Since anyone could remember—professor and students alike—there has never been a time where you and Theo had ever gotten along, let alone withstanded each other’s presence for longer than five minutes at a time. 

That was until sixth year came along and something just switched. 

As it turns out, it’s a far more productive use of your time to shove your tongue down his throat to shut the boy up rather than argue with him. And it’s much easier to get you to take back your snarky little comments when he has you pressed up against the door, begging him to fuck you before your next class started. 

And that was how you found yourself in the boys’ dormitories during the Slytherins vs Gryffindor quidditch match with Theo standing a few feet away from you, leaning against the bedpost and smirking at you in a way that made you want to slap him. 

“You just gonna ogle me or what, Nott?” you snapped impatiently, your patience was already running thin from the day you had and the boy in front of you wasn’t helping. 

“I’m enjoying the view, love,” he replied with a casual shrug, eyes glimmering in amusement at the way you scoffed at his response. 

“I don’t have time for this,” you muttered and shook your head, reaching down to grab your book bag you dumped on your way in after a prickly meeting with Snaps. “You’re just wasting my time.” 

Theo’s brows furrowed together. “Where are you going?” 

“Anywhere but here,” you snapped at him as you took a step towards the door, but with quick reflexes you felt a hand around your wrist tugging you back. “Let me go, Nott.” 

“What you gonna do about it?” he hummed, the warmth of his chest pressed against his back was a comfort you didn’t like to admit you craved—especially after a day like the one you had. 

“Theo. Let me go,” you repeated once again, teeth gritted together. “You’re pissing me off and you’re not giving me what I want, so I’m gonna go find someone who will.” 

The grip on your waist tightened. 

“Say that again, love.” 

“I said, I’m going to find someone who will actually fuck me instead of giving me a headache.” 

The breath was almost knocked out of you when you felt him spin you around, barely giving you a chance to react before he pushed you back onto the bed. 

“One more time.” 

You leaned up on your elbows, staring at the boy standing at the end of the bed. His eyes dark, his lips set in a straight line and you gained some amusement at the way his fists were clenched at his side. 

“Didn’t take you as a territorial caveman, Nott,” you mused, biting down on your lower lip. “And if I can’t leave, I guess I’ll just get off by myself.” 

His jaw clenched. “You’ll be begging in minutes.” 

You raised your brows. “You wanna bet?” 

Theo leaned down, his hands circling your ankles before he tugged you towards the end of the bed, close enough so that he could hover over you with his nose brushing against yours. 

“I bet you’ll be begging for my cock like the little slut I know you are, love,” he murmured, voice soft like he was whispering sweet nothings. “And I bet you’ve fucking soaked through your panties since you stepped in here.” 

Your breath hitched and his smirk grew. 

“Wanna make a bet on what I’ll find if I stick my hand up that fucking skirt of yours, love?”

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[64yrsold]

WINTERING 5. naughty vs. nice

twelve days of christmas writing prompts by @abiiors wintering masterlist previous (4)

“Hello?” I mumbled, answering my phone in the dark. The curtains were drawn, all the lights in the house were off, and I was on my third cold-medicine induced nap of the day.

“Hey, are you sick?” Matty asked, huffing into the phone.

“Do not come here,” I said sternly, voice hoarse and tired.

“I’m just asking!” He laughed, the sound of traffic in the background of the call.

“Who told you?” I accused, rubbing my swollen eyes.

“Nobody told me anything,” he said. 

I sniffled.

“Alright, your mum, but—“

“Why are you talking to my mum,” I groaned, burying my head into my pillow. “We are not together!”

“She phoned me!” He defended, and I could see his hands high in the air. “She said you weren’t picking up your phone.”

“I’m sleeping,” I sighed, “Really, I’m fine. It’s just a cold.”

“Right,” he said, “Christ, you forgot to lock your door again.”

“Fuck, Matty—“

“It’s fine,” he cooed, and hung up the phone. I heard his clunky footsteps in the entrance, and pulled the covers over my head. It was embarrassing to have him see me like this, red-nosed and surrounded by half-finished bottles of Nyquil. 

“How are we feeling?” He asked sheepishly, stepping into my dark cave of a room.

“I’m sick,” I reminded him, muffled from under the blankets, “And you’re not allowed to look at me.”

I could hear his smile, “Alright, I won’t look.”

“You should really go,” I insisted, “I’ll make you ill. You’ll miss your plane.”

“That’s not for a while,” he replied, setting something down on my nightstand. I felt his weight on the edge of the bed. I felt like a marble circling the drain, pulled in by him.

“I might puke,” I said, and he laughed again.

“As if I’ve never seen that before.”

I peeked out from the covers, “You need to go.”

He smiled at me, a pretty shape I could barely distinguish in the dark. It seemed more like a memory.

“I brought your soup,” he pointed at a takeout bag on the nightstand.

“I don’t like soup,” I murmured. 

“You'll like this one,” he said, and grabbed the corner of my blanket, pulling it down below my chin. “Promise.”

“I should really go back to sleep,” I complained, “The cold medicine makes me all loopy.”

“Just sit up, darling,” he grumbled, then picked me up so I sat upright, my back against the headboard.

“I’m fine,” I blinked, surprised that he had grabbed me and moved me. 

He opened the container of soup, stirring it slowly, “You need to be feeling better for tomorrow, you know.”

“I know, I’m trying,” I sighed, a throb pulsing near the back of my head. I wished I could pull him into me, to sleep with my head on his chest, to let him take care of me. His thumb massaging the back of my skull.

“Are you going to your mum’s tomorrow?” He placed the soup in my hands, the steam coming off it making me feverish.

“I want to, since it’s Christmas,” I shrugged, “But it would be horrible of me to get her sick.”

“Ah, she won’t care,” he nudged the spoon into my hand.

“Right,” I rolled my eyes, “If I’m not feeling better, I’ll just stay home.”

“Home alone?” He asked, frowning, “On Christmas Day?”

“Well, hopefully I’ll just be feeling better.”

He took a deep breath, “Can you eat the fucking soup already?”

I giggled, a splitting pain cracking up my face from my laughter. I winced. I watched him pick at his cuticles, trying not to look at me. I took a few spoonfuls of the soup, looking up at him timidly.

“You don’t like it?” He hid a smile, shaking his head as he put the soup back on the nightstand.

“I’m just so nauseous,” I whined, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he shrugged, “More for me.” He picked up the spoon, stirring the soup again.

My mouth opened, “You’re not gonna eat that, right?”

“Hm?” He grunted, then downed a spoonful.

“Matty!” I shrieked, smacking his arm. 

“What, what?” He laughed, shying away from me. 

“You’re so fucking stupid,” I covered my face with my hands, “You’re going to have this stupid cold tomorrow, and you’re going to be a baby about it, and I’m not taking care of you!”

He didn't seem bothered by the violence in my words.

“Couldn’t let you spend Christmas alone,” he mumbled, looking back to smile at me between bites.

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Buck & Eddie: 5x14 “Dumb Luck” vs. 6x15 “Death & Taxes” - Parallels

There are so many similarities between 5x14 and 6x15 with regards to Buck and Eddie including their wardrobes but the most important thing to notice is their roles have now been reversed.

In the top GIF for 5x14, Buck was on the left of the screen (Eddie’s right) but in 6x15, Eddie was on the left of the screen (Buck’s right). In those moments, the one to the right of the other one was the one who was NOT going through a traumatic experience but they were there to love, comfort, support and care for the other one.

In 5x14, Eddie had just experienced his mental breakdown in 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” and Buck was there to help him pick up the pieces and clean up his mess.  He took Eddie and Chris to Equine Therapy so Eddie could see Charlie again the boy they saved on the day Eddie was shot by a sniper.  Eddie’s appearance looked rough.  He had a five o’clock shadow combined with deep dark circles and bags underneath his eyes.

In 6x15, Buck died for three minutes and seventeen seconds in 6x10 “In a Flash” and Eddie was there to restart his heart (Eddie’s heart) and to tell the doctors to “Do More” when they wheeled Buck into emergency.  Buck had his own five o’clock shadow that he’s been wearing more often except for when he’s at work. He’s usually very put together but lately he looks untethered because whenever he’s not at work, he looks like he’s struggling and hanging on by a thread.  Compare Eddie’s appearance from 5x14 with Buck’s in 6x15 all the way down to their clothing and the reversal of their roles is unmistakable.

Their comments were parallels too since both of them had a difficult time figuring out who they were after their traumatic experiences along with where they were headed.  Buck said, “The truth is... I still don’t know how to act.  I am different but I feel like I have to try and be the same old Buck... mostly for the sake of everyone else” and it parallels with Eddie’s comment of “That I’m never going to feel normal again” from 5x13 after Buck asked him “What are you afraid of?”.

There is one difference that offers a little more insight into their journey.  In 5x14 they were walking towards HAPPINESS together.  After Buck recounted all the things they did to save Charlie from his mother on the day Eddie was shot he said, “But if it’s all just random then...”  and Eddie interrupted him and replied, “It’s still the right thing to do”.  Then Buck pointed to Charlie and after he explained the way Charlie lives with his aunt and uncle, Eddie said, “He looks happy”.  But in 6x15, they were standing in a cemetery in front of a grave for Marie who had recently died. Eddie said, “We’re all going to die alone” (which IS NOT TRUE FOR THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER) and when Buck gave him a shocked look, Eddie continued with “That’s what she said to me and Hen”.  Then Buck said, “Yes and no. I-I mean she got to see all her friends and family before she went”.  Their comments illustrate how they’re lives are on the same path especially since Buck has been searching for happiness for the duration of season 6 and Eddie admitted to Pepa he didn’t want to be alone anymore in 6x14 “Performance Anxiety”.

Their lives are so intertwined that it makes sense they are the only ones who could be there for the other one. Now that Eddie’s mess has been cleaned up, it’s his turn to help Buck clean up his own mess and as the episodes continue, it looks like Buck’s mess could be stock piling to be cataclysmic in nature.  He’ll have to realize Eddie is his person and he’s the only one WHO TRULY SEES AND KNOWS HIM the same way Eddie knows Buck’s his person and he’s the only one who truly sees and knows him too.

Will Buck realize it before something else happens?  Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.

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Group D Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Jefferson. he is a brown and red squid wrapped around a pale blue-skinned, bearded fisherman in a yellow fishing shirt and hat. the squid is piloting the fishermen at a food serving counter. the second image is of Gruftine, a girl with pale skin, red-purple hair in a ponytail, dark circles around her eyes, and little fangs. the sides of her head are bald. around her neck is a purple choker with a black spider, and her outfit consists of a purple cloak/robe and a darker purple top and bottom that shows her stomach. she's holding a pink bag with flowers in it. the third image is of Nuch, a Thai woman with black hair pulled back, green earrings, and a red and white bandana around her neck. end ID]

Jefferson

He's a squid who pretends to be a human by puppeting a fisherman's corpse around with his tentacles. He speaks in a way that is very obviously trying and failing to sound human. If you go to his shop at night you can find him and offer to take him on a walk, which is required for a secret if you take him all the way to the other side of the map.

Gruftine

Adorable gothic vampire girl from an equally adorable vampire show!  [additional propaganda 1]

Nuch

She's an icon. She's this really smart law student. She's trans. She and her ex-boyfriend are always playfully flirting with each other. She's a political activist for marriage equality. Everyone is kinda in love with her to some extent. (Not to be confused with the director/screenwriter of the show, Nuchy, who is also a trans woman)

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art vs artist 2022

ID: a 3x3 grid of images where the center image is a selfie of me, a white nonbinary person with brown hair, and the other images are digital character portraits from the shoulders/neck up. All art pieces are signed "L-T-Bee."

Image 1 is a sketchy bust of a blushing halfing with light brown skin, blue hair, and pupil-less brown eyes. Her hair is long and most of it is pulled back into a high ponytail, however a strand hangs down in front of her ears on both sides of her face. The strands are held by small brass bands. She also wears three brass earrings, one dangly and two cartilage, that have sun, moon, and star motifs. The lines of the drawing are deep reddish-purple. The background is white.

Image 2 is my character Cato (he/they) a firbolg with light brown skin, shown in profile. He has brown eyes and medium length light blonde hair worn down, with a section pulled into a ponytail and a small braid in front of his visible ear. They wear a grey cloak and dark green shirt underneath. Warm yellow light glows on the right side of his face as he looks softly into the distance. Behind their head a seagull with white and grey feathers spreads her wings midflight. The background is turquoise water, overlaid with a vertical yellow rectangle, behind Cato and the seagull's right wing. An unfilled yellow rectangle frames the entire picture.

Image 3 is my character, Yarrow, a purple-skinned elven woman with glowing freckles, brown eyes, and medium length brown hair that has a silver streak in it. The top section of her hair is pulled back into a ponytail while the rest blows loosely to the left. She is turned three-quarters to the left, looking that same direction, and smiling with her mouth open. She wears a light green shirt and dark purple cloak patterned with stars. A dark purple circle behind her head is wreathed in yellow light, similar to the corona of an eclipse. The exterior lines outside the circle are yellow while the rest of the exterior and interior lines are purple. The background is lavender. In the top left corner of the drawing is a palette of the colors used: warm brown/maroon, dark purple, lavender, sage green, and warm yellow.

Image 4 is a young goblin woman with green skin and lavender colored hair. She has pointed teeth, slitted yellow eyes, and large ears that stick out to the sides. She looks cheerful, with an open-mouthed smile and a blush across her cheeks. Her hair is long and straight, with asymmetrical bangs and the top section pulled into a bun adorned with green ivy leaves. Small blue flowers are also scattered throughout her hair. She wears a dark green tunic and a necklace on a braided leather cord; the pendant is half of a butterfly made from metal with purple and blue iridescence. The background is a light blue.

Image 5 is a photograph of me, a white nonbinary person with chin-length fluffy brown hair. I'm smiling at the camera with one arm raised behind my head. I wear a button down shirt with tropical print and suspenders.

Image 6 is a young elf woman with copper brown skin and blue-black hair. She is facing forward with a concerned/pained look on her face as she stares just to the right of the viewer. She has amber brown eyes. Her hair is pulled back in a french braid, the end of which trails over her left shoulder. She wears a high-collared tunic in shades of green, embellished with muted pink embroidery. The background is light green.

Image 7 is a fire genasi (she/they) with light brown skin and flaming blue hair. Their skin is ashen with bags beneath their eyes. Several pale, thin scars now mark her face and blood trickles from one nostril. Her mouth is down-turned with slightly parted lips. Their pale yellow eyes look off to the viewer's left. Her flaming hair, which clings tightly to her scalp, has blue embers trailing off it. The background is black.

Image 8 is an elderly masculine tiefling/earth genasi. He has stone gray skin and long white hair, the top section of which is pulled into a high bun while the rest hangs loose. Two short black horns point up from his forehead. He has a heavily wrinkled face, double pointed ears, and short tusks protruding from his lower lip. Clouded gray eyes with square pupils stare out from under bushy white eyebrows. He wears a high collared green shirt underneath a dark blue robe embroidered with white vines along the collar. Around his neck hangs a cord strung with beads, dried plants, and a bird skull. The background is pale blue.

Image 9 is an aquatic humanoid who resembles an axolotl. They are looking at the viewer and smiling with their mouth open and head tiled to the right. They rest the knuckles of their right hand (left side of image) on their chin. They have turquoise skin with white spots across their cheeks. Feathery red fins grow from where their ears would be and short frills where eyebrows would be. They have pink gills on their neck, and gill-like slits going up the sides of their nose. The sclera of their eyes are a dark maroon and their irises are a slightly lighter shade of maroon. The background is white. End ID.

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Night Raven College vs Royal Sword 3

The Welcome ball

Jada wakes up in a different room that was opposite of her old one. It was warm, clean, smells like flowers and sweets, perfume and nice.

Her bed was nice and beautiful Grim was at the end of her bed eating "Your up! The guys made breakfast for us!"

He said eating a muffin "I see I'm going to take a shower and get dressed ."

"That reminds me Neige and Philip told me to give you this."

She opened a box and she gasp smiling and got dressed up

A beautiful red dress from Neige

Shoes from her father Ambrose

And a beautiful necklace from Philp she smiled as she spun around in front of a big wall mirror 🪞. Grim's ribbon was pink and blue fused together "So this is what being in Royal Sword Academy!" He said happily as they went to eat breakfast.

The students saw how beautiful she looked some were speechless and blushed some turned their head blushing and whispering amongst each other.

"Jada, Grim over here!" Said Neige as he waved and more students were sitting with them. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting next to Philp and a boy who look similar to kalim and a boy with red hair.

"Hello princess your breakfast is served." Said Neige "These are my friends Rielle, Elliot, Jasim, and you met Philp." They smiled blushing.

"Hello gentlemen thanks so much for helping me yesterday 😊." She said smiling as Grim was eating his food "No problem like I said no lady should have to go through that so how's your food?" Said Jasim

"Great and I want to see what Royal Sword has to offer." She said smiling "We'll be glad and happy to show you all things that Royal Sword has to offer during the holiday season before we leave for break which everyone is doing right now." Said Neige.

Back at Night Raven College everyone was sad, angry, mad, lonely and every emotion you could think of too bad they didn't have a counselor since Jada was it she was everything to and for them.

Vil was angry at himself for not realizing that Jada was suffering and going through a hard tough time, Leona was no different he barely took naps but he often slept during the day but at night he couldn't sleep Jada would often stay at his dorm to sleep in his bed. Idia almost never leave his room as usual just as he was getting out of his room.

Kalim wasn't so happy he didn't seem like his bright happy self anymore, Azul didn't eat much and the twins were upset too poor Floyd cried wailing her name and his eyes had bags and dark circles under them, Jade hasn't taken care of his mushrooms and they die causing him to cry even more.

Riddle has been upset crying thinking about her and poor boy hardly wanted his favorite strawberry tarts he lets Ace and Deuce have them they don't eat them anymore since Jada made them with Trey and he didn't bake as much as he use to because Jada was like his partner. Cater wasn't on his magic socials anymore all he does is look at pictures and videos of him and Jada together and he cried thinking about her.

Jack would howl at the moon since he and Jada would look at it together poor thing his howl's sounding almost like cries. Everyone had this moment of realization that Jada did a lot for them and not herself so instead of feeling bad Ace got everyone together

"Are we really gonna sit here and feel sorry for ourselves?! Is this what Jada would have wanted us to do?"

"She's done everything for us keeping us from going overblot, smiling, happy, fed hell she made sure we passed class and did homework! Kalim should know she helped him get A+ and 100's on each test, exam, and homework." "Yeah she did and she went out of her way to help us with events." Said cater.

"And last year Christmas festival she worked day in and out for us now we owe her this." "Ace is right so along with the Christmas event we having going up against those pretty boys who took her we can fix her dorm!"

Said Deuce Epel got on the table "We need to bring our princess back who's with us?!" "Yeah!" Said everyone Malleus heard and smiled as he remembers dancing with Jada in the moonlight

"But what about the head master he's also gonna want to get his beloved daughter back ?"

Said Lilia "This may be his fault but that doesn't mean he should suffer for it we need his help too after all he was the one who put her and Grim in the awful place Pomefiore would have been lovely for her." Said Vil having the other glare at him "No matter what we'll get our pearl back and she'll be part of our world again!"

Said Azul. After going to the staff telling them about the plan they laid down the plan to take her from them and Vargas was going to lead "I say we take her back and show her we do care." Said Ruggie.

The plan was set. Now this ball is going to have a wild crazy 🤣

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[GD: Ten GIFs from the Owl House, showing characters from their first and last appearances.

1. Luz enthusiastically holds up a snake and an Azura doll.

2. Luz holds a paper showing the different majors offered at the University of Wild Magic. Stringbean wraps around her neck. Her hair is in a pixie cut again except it is curly now. She wears a purple jacket with a snake on it, a purple and white striped shirt and Amity's moon necklace. She has a tattoo of Flapjack on her upper left arm. She excitedly holds up a paper while Stringbean wraps around her neck and shoulders.

3. Amity sits and reads a book. She looks the side, smugly smiles and talks, and closes her book. She wears a Top Student badge.

4. Amity adventurously holds a rope in one hand and a book in the other. She smiles, and her hair is being blown by the wind. She wears a dark purple abomination like jumpsuit and leather work gloves. Her lavender hair is in a ponytail, and she has a brown side shave on the left side of her head. She has a purple crystal ornament in her hair.

5. Gus holds a magazine titled "Tween Bo$$" (both s's in boss replaced by dollar signs). He reads it aloud in disbelief.

6. Gus wears a brown sweater vest with a white collared shirt. Over this, he wears a yellow jacket with a Titan patch on one sleeve and an Earth patch on the other. His hair is in locs with gold rings, and he has stubble on his chin. He wears red rimmed glasses, and his looking glass earring. Emmiline Bailey Marcostimo sits on his shoulder. Gus excitedly pulls a paperclip out of a paper bag. Owlbert lands on Gus's hand, and Gus smiles at him as Owlbert flies around him.

7. Willow is surrounded by many moving thorny vines. Her eyes stop glowing green as she leans forward in concern.

8. Willow's hair is in a pixie cut with a green streak and a yellow headband. Her glasses have black rims. She wears an orange tank top with a pair of pale orange overalls with the letters "EE" over top. She has a Flapjack tattoo on her left shoulder. Clover hovers beside her. Willow smiles gently at something beneath her and raises her finger as she creates a small spell circle.

9. Hunter, who is in his Golden Guard uniform, lifts up his head as steam pours out of his mask.

10. Hunter smiles as Darius ruffles his hair. He then lightheartedly pushes away Darius's arm and gives him a friendly smile. Willow watches in amusement. Hunter's hair has grown longer. He wears a dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and an orange apron over top. He has a Flapjack tattoo where his old Coven sigil used to be. End GD]

[Plain text: first vs last appearances]

first vs last appearances

[tea-with-eleni]

This week on Curse of Strahd

The wizard gained a level of corruption and also learned where barovia stores its spellbooks. He now has +3 to con and also really likes tormenting people. Also his already-too-sharp teeth are now even sharper. It's fine.

The artificer did math to figure out how many coins he could stuff in his bag of holding.

The party legged it out of the temple. The barbarian claimed the wooden pony statue.

Simultaneously, this happened:

Ludmilla has come to the conclusion that she's been wrong for centuries: Ireena and Strahd are both cursed, they'll never be together, and Ireena will never love him. She's come to love Tatyana over the centuries too and has concluded that she's going to have to choose between Ireena and Strahd. She's chosen Strahd for a long time and gotten nowhere. So now she's going full Team Ireena.

Volenta loves Ludmilla more than she loves Strahd and will always side with Ludmilla.

Ludmilla promised Ireena that she'll never leave her alone in Ravenloft. Strahd will want her all to himself before he tries to do anything to her, so she and Volenta will do their utmost to prevent that from happening. They're still, like, super evil....but even evil has loved ones. Ireena isn't sure what to do with this knowledge.

Ludmilla was persuaded to scry on the party -- specifically, the wizard, who failed his save. The player is getting increasingly paranoid.

She learned that the wizard cut a deal with Vampyr and they've also taken gifts from at least two other vestiges. She tells Ireena, who freaks out.

Volenta is mostly curious. She loves demons, but Barovia isn't attached to the normal planes. They're cut off from the hells and the abyss. All Barovian demons (in my version of things!) come from the Amber Temple's corruption.

Ireena asks if they have a way to get back to the amber temple quickly. Ludmilla reluctantly admits that they do.

Ireena uses Volenta's already obvious interest to convince her to go help the party. She does and immediately goes to mist to keep an eye on things.

(16 stealth vs my party's abysmal passive perceptions? I made a comment about the room developing fog and my players notice nothing.)

The wizard has truesight as part of his dark gifts. He sees her and promptly starts yelling at her. Volenta helps them by trapping the arcanaloth (that they pissed off a few weeks back) inside a magic circle. It works just long enough for everyone to leg it.

The party sets up Leomund's Tiny Hut outside the temple to camp. Volenta, who knows they won't trust her as far as they can yeet her, voluntarily curls up outside the hut. The party notice she isn't dressed in her usual gold dress and horned headband -- if you ignore the red eyes and fangs, she's just in a shirt and pants. She almost looks normal.

The party seems to have accepted that they just have a vampire now.

Now things are getting interesting. The party barely knows Volenta. They know she has some magic. They know she likes demons. They know she talks a bit like if Jester from the M9 were chaotic evil. And that's it! But although she talks very similarly to Jester, that isn't what I've based her personality on. Her personality is much more like Sascha Vykos from Vampire: The Masquerade lore.

Which, uh, yikes.

[carloswilson0]

Under Eye Filler vs. Other Options: What's Best for You in the UK?

Introduction

The quest for youthful and vibrant skin has led many individuals to explore various cosmetic procedures in the United Kingdom. Among the myriad options available, under eye filler uk have gained significant popularity. This non-surgical treatment promises to reduce the appearance of dark circles, fine lines, and hollow areas under the eyes. However, it is essential to consider alternative options when deciding what's best for you. In this article, we will compare under-eye fillers with other available treatments in the UK to help you make an informed decision based on your individual needs and preferences.

Understanding Under Eye Fillers

Under-eye fillers, or tear trough fillers, involve the injection of dermal fillers into the hollows or creases beneath the eyes. These fillers are typically composed of hyaluronic acid, a naturally occurring substance in the body that provides hydration and volume to the skin. The primary objective of under-eye fillers is to reduce the appearance of under-eye bags, dark circles, and wrinkles by filling in these depressions, thus providing a smoother and more youthful appearance.

Pros of Under Eye Fillers

Non-Surgical: One of the most significant advantages of under-eye fillers is that they are a non-surgical option. This means that individuals can achieve noticeable improvements without the risks, costs, and recovery time associated with surgical procedures.

Quick Results: Under-eye filler treatments typically yield immediate results, and there is no need to wait for a lengthy recovery period. This quick turnaround is appealing to individuals seeking instant aesthetic improvements.

Reversible: Hyaluronic acid fillers are reversible. In the event that the results are unsatisfactory or if there are any complications, a dissolving agent can be administered to reverse the effects, providing an added layer of safety.

Cons of Under Eye Fillers

Temporary: Under-eye fillers are not a permanent solution. The results typically last for several months to a year, after which further treatments are required to maintain the desired appearance.

Cost: While less expensive than surgical options, under-eye filler treatments can still be costly, especially when considering the need for maintenance and repeat procedures.

Bruising and Swelling: Some individuals may experience bruising, swelling, or redness at the injection site, although these side effects are usually temporary.

Alternative Options in the UK

Now, let's explore some alternative options available in the UK for addressing under-eye concerns.

Dermal Fillers for the Face: While under-eye fillers are specifically designed for the hollows beneath the eyes, dermal fillers for the face can provide a more comprehensive solution. These fillers can be used to address multiple areas of concern, including nasolabial folds, marionette lines, and cheeks. The advantage here is that you can achieve a harmonious and balanced facial rejuvenation.

Chemical Peels: Chemical peels involve the application of a chemical solution to the skin, which causes it to exfoliate and peel off. This treatment can improve the texture and appearance of the skin, including the under-eye area. Chemical peels are effective at reducing fine lines, pigmentation, and skin irregularities.

Laser Skin Resurfacing: Laser skin resurfacing is another non-surgical option that uses laser technology to remove damaged skin layers and stimulate collagen production. This treatment can be effective in reducing wrinkles and improving skin texture in the under-eye area.

Blepharoplasty (Eyelid Surgery): For a more permanent solution, surgical procedures like blepharoplasty can be considered. This surgery involves the removal of excess skin, muscle, and fat from the eyelids. It can provide long-lasting results in improving the appearance of the under-eye area but comes with surgical risks and a longer recovery period.

Choosing the Right Option for You

The decision between under-eye fillers and other available options in the UK should be based on your individual needs, preferences, and circumstances. Here are some factors to consider:

Severity of Concern: The severity of your under-eye concerns can influence your choice. If you have mild concerns like fine lines, chemical peels or laser resurfacing may be sufficient. However, if you have more pronounced hollows, dermal fillers or blepharoplasty may be more appropriate.

Budget: Your budget is an essential factor. Under-eye fillers may have lower initial costs compared to surgical options, but you should also consider the need for maintenance treatments with fillers.

Recovery Time: If you prefer a quick recovery with minimal downtime, under-eye fillers or non-surgical options are the better choice. Surgical options like blepharoplasty typically have a more extended recovery period.

Long-Term vs. Temporary Results: Consider whether you want temporary results that can be adjusted or reversed (as with fillers) or if you prefer a more permanent solution (surgical options).

Conclusion

In the pursuit of youthful and rejuvenated under-eye skin in the UK, you have several options to choose from. Under-eye fillers offer a non-surgical, quick, and effective solution for reducing the appearance of dark circles, fine lines, and hollow areas. However, it's essential to weigh the pros and cons of under-eye fillers against alternative options such as dermal fillers, chemical peels, laser skin resurfacing, and blepharoplasty.

Ultimately, the best choice for you depends on your unique needs and circumstances. Consult with a qualified cosmetic professional who can assess your concerns and provide personalized recommendations. Keep in mind that the decision should prioritize your safety, desired results, and budget. Whether you opt for under-eye fillers or explore other alternatives, the goal is to achieve the youthful and vibrant appearance you desire while feeling confident and comfortable in your own skin.

[susu-0]

High-End Eye Creams: La Mer vs. VIIcode

LA MER THE EYE CONCENTRATE CREAM 15ML

La Mer's eye cream focuses not only on dark circles but also on reducing fine lines.

My Experience: It has a lightweight texture and provides noticeable firming effects. Works well for reducing puffiness and tightening the skin. Ideal for those with sagging skin around the eyes.

Key Ingredients: 3X Concentrated Miracle Broth - antioxidant and anti-aging properties. Deep-sea giant kelp extract, yeast extract, and yeast cell lysate extract combined for enhanced antioxidant, cell regeneration, collagen production, and anti-aging benefits.

T2 OXYGEN EYE CREAM O2.5 15ML

This brand specializes solely in eye care, with a focus on oxygenation to boost eye area metabolism.

My Experience: It not only lightens dark circles and reduces under-eye bags but also does wonders for treating tear troughs! After using it, my once sunken tear troughs look fuller, and my fine lines have visibly decreased. The texture is silky smooth, not greasy at all! I really love it. The results on my skin are quite noticeable!

Key Ingredients: Rare oxygen plant extracts enhance your skin cells' ability to absorb oxygen, promoting collagen regeneration around the eyes. It also contains derivatives of Vitamin C and niacinamide, which block melanin transportation, curb melanin production, and brighten the skin around the eyes.

[fademirrored]

alpha: Inquisitor

“Considering the demon-spewing holes scattered all over the place, I want to ask you, very seriously, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’”

Owain Deiniol Trevelyan (‘Oh’ if you’re Aneirin) Herald of Andraste. Inquisitor. Human mage.

Male. He/Him/His. Panromantic demisexual, polyamorous 13 Justinian, 9:14 Dragon. Ostwick, Freemarches. Mage; storm mage, Knight-Enchanter.

FC: Jesse Williams, loosely. Eyes: Bright, very clear green. Large. Hair: White, almost silver, very curly. Chin length by Haven, partially braided and partially shaved on the right. Skin: Dark, gold-ish undertones. Fairly smooth skin, but with calloused fingers. Height: 5'10" Build: Stocky. Broad shoulders. Not accustomed to up-close physical combat, but in good enough shape to beat someone with his staff in a pinch. Notable Details: Cheekbones you could break glass on. Pointed nose. Small scars all over his hands. Green, glowing scars gradually spreading up his left arm, getting brighter (until the arm is removed). Voice: Narrator from The Stanley Parable.

Positive Traits: Observant, clever, adaptable, and a quick learner; remembers information and picks up skills quickly, and he’s good at holding onto inane details. Tenacious, passionate, and not going to compromise when he knows he can do something better; he’s going to help or fix something if it’s in his power to do so. Sees the best in people and the world around him and considers ‘irredeemable’ something of a foreign concept; will hand out an almost endless number of second chances until someone well and truly jumps off the slippery slope to monsterhood. Negative Traits: Control freak; he likes when things are done a particular way and gets antsy when he knows that isn’t what’s happening. Horrible coping methods; tends to use Aneirin as an emotional punching bag, though he’s not really aware he’s doing this. Short-tempered and impatient, with a deficit of tact early on; diplomacy does not come naturally to him, and even once he learns the skill he doesn’t always care to use it. Bullheaded and loath to change his mind if a very good case for doing so isn’t presented to him; may ignore that very good case if it comes at the wrong time or from the wrong source. Naive, sheltered, good at denial; tends to be of the assumption he’s a much nicer, sweeter person than he is and that he knows more about the world than he does. Neutral Traits: Opinionated and very willing to be heard. Very romantic. Extrovert. Playfully sarcastic. Considers personal space optional. Optimist vs. Pessimist: Generally optimistic, though it gets a bit pyrrhic at times. Quirks: Hates when people move his stuff when he isn’t there to see them do it; has recurring intrusive thoughts that everything since the Ostwick Circle has been a dream and he’ll eventually wake up. Has several tactile stims to deal with the anxiety.

Religion: Andrastian. Initially moderately so, more devoutly so when he was declared the Herald, and then decreasingly so after he had to bury Haven. Likes: Good food. Good company. Laughter. Open spaces. The sky, stormy weather, cloudless nights. The moon and stars. A good book. Venison. Most sweets (“Ooh, cake!”). Cream-based soups. Cocoa. Mulled wine, and especially chocolate wine. Food in general; will try most things at least once he tried dragon meat on a dare once. New magic. Dislikes: People with no sense of humor. Being treated like a child. People touching or moving his things. Surprises. Other people mocking or hassling Aneirin. Confined spaces, being cooped up for too long. Most Templars. Favorite Colors: Azure. Spring green. Golden poppy. Hobbies: Fencing. Reading. Gardening. Target practice. Aimless socializing. Will try most things at least once.

Family: Nia Trevelyan (mother). Bran Trevelyan (father). Gwyneira Trevelyan (sister). Aneirin Trevelyan (twin brother). Ellis Trevelyan (brother). Steed: Moo, wild hart. Romance: Dorian. Friends: Blackwall. Cassandra. Cole. Solas. Varric.Note: Wasn’t especially fond of Sera, and flat out disliked Vivienne, though he tried to be polite. Found Iron Bull sort of intimidating. Friendship with Varric occasionally fluctuated due to finding some of his well-meaning advice a bit too pointed. *everything in this sectioncan of course be tweaked or disregarded entirely for specific threads, if you’d rather.

[molianno]

Effective Skincare vs. Ineffective Skincare, Getting it Wrong a Thousand Times is Useless

‼️Effective Skincare

The skin's renewal cycle is generally one month. After a period of skincare, one can clearly feel the improvement in the skin, witnessing it moving in a positive direction. This includes the skin no longer feeling dry, an overall brightening of the complexion, reduction of acne, gradual fading of blemishes, and more. Truly effective skincare is about providing better care that genuinely helps the skin.

‼️Ineffective Skincare

Despite engaging in various daily skincare routines and applying various products, some people continue to struggle with various skin issues while others seem to have a radiant glow that extends beyond the screen. Some individuals don't see the desired results, and in some cases, their problems may even worsen, spreading from localized areas to the entire face.

‼️Ineffective Skincare Behaviors

🍃Using skincare products that are not suitable for your skin type: Using highly irritating products for sensitive skin, using anti-aging serums during breakout episodes, or applying nourishing creams all over the face resulting in excessive oiliness.

🍃Using conflicting skincare products: Overusing a variety of skincare products, such as combining retinol with various acids, without considering whether the goal is skin whitening or preventing allergies.

🍃Taking two years to finish a single skincare product: In theory, the toner should be sufficient to dampen the entire face, the serum is usually applied with 1-2 drops, moisturizer with an amount equivalent to a pea, and sunscreen with at least the size of a one-yuan coin.

🍃Using improper skincare techniques: Not following the correct order or steps, haphazardly applying skincare products without considering proper techniques.

🍃Inconsistent skincare routines: Treating skincare as a matter of personal mood and applying sunscreen based on weather conditions.

‼️Developing Effective Skincare Habits

✔️Get 7 to 8 hours of sleep every night, ensuring an adequate amount of sleep during the night.

✔️Avoid sleeping with makeup on and ensure effective makeup removal.

✔️If the skin is very dry, consider using intensive repairing face masks or eye masks, but avoid daily use.

✔️To reduce eye puffiness, apply cool cucumber slices, used chilled tea bags, or cool gel masks.

✔️Dark circles often result from oxygen deficiency, so massage the skin to improve oxygen supply.

✔️Smoking and alcohol consumption have significant effects on the skin, leading to premature aging, abnormal skin tone, and dryness.

✔️If you have combination skin, don't categorize it as a single type. Use different skincare products for different areas.

✔️Simplify your skincare routine, such as using a deeply cleansing face wash, applying a face mask once a day, and avoiding excessive layering of skincare products, as it can have counterproductive effects.

✔️Change your skincare mindset. Have a proper understanding of your own skin, reduce anxiety, stabilize the current condition, and then strive for improving skin quality.

[ginemrys]

happy accident

JILY CHALLENGE | APRIL 2022 | @jilychallenge

@ginemrys vs @redheadreader7

theme: meet-uglies

prompt: "you punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend"

word count: 3762

huge thanks to @practicecourts for beta-reading for me!

read on ao3

Breakups never usually hit her very hard. In fact, she was usually the one to end the relationship.

So when her boyfriend of almost a year broke things off with her, Lily didn’t know how to feel. She was hurt, of course, she had felt as though she’d come close to falling in love with him. But some tiny part of her had also been relieved. As if she had known the inevitable was coming. 

Still, that didn’t stop her from suffering for a while, her nose constantly red from crying, her eyes bleary. And her roommate, Marlene, had done her best to be supportive, supplying Lily with cups of tea, ice cream and a bottle of vodka on a particularly rough evening. But the time for mourning was over, as Marlene had so eloquently exclaimed one Friday afternoon as Lily wallowed in self pity on the sofa. Now was the time to let her hair down and get herself a rebound shag. 

Once she had squeezed into the tight dress that barely reached her mid thigh that Marlene had supplied her with, Lily let her friend paint her face in makeup, concealing the dark circles and puffiness that were the result of almost a fortnight of tears. For the first time in a while, as Lily looked in the mirror, she felt hot. 

“Ready to go, Lil?” Marlene asked from the doorway of Lily’s bedroom, eyeing her friend with a proud smile on her face. Lily couldn’t blame her, she’d done a fantastic job of taking her from a zero to one hundred in the space of a couple of hours. 

“Yeah. Fuck it.” Lily said resolutely, grabbing her small bag and throwing the silver chain around her shoulder. Both women wobbled down the staircase of their building and clambered into the uber that was waiting to take them to the bar Marlene had picked. Lily was already regretting her choice of skyhigh heels, but they did make her legs look fantastic. 

Marlene rambled on about a girl she had a crush on, some instagram influencer who had the most beautiful skin she’d ever seen, but Lily wasn’t really listening as the car drove through the busy streets of Central London. Lily and Marlene’s flat was a little further East, neither able to afford a place closer to their work in the West End. Lily’s dream was to one day be a performer on the West End, that’s why she was currently entrenched in drama school. But working as an usher in the theatres that she longed to perform in someday, seemed at that moment to be as close as she would ever get. 

With a sigh, Lily turned her eyes from the passing lights from outside of the window to look at  her best friend. Marlene understood what the look meant, understood that she needed to quit talking about crushes and the thought of relationships. Lily was still fragile. 

It seemed hours later that the uber finally came to a stop, the two women thanked the driver before climbing out of the car. The same old smell of London filled their nostrils, the air thick with the pollution of the capital city. It was a warm evening, the slight breeze sending Lily’s curls rustling against her cheek. 

Marlene let out a soft squeak, her hand wrapping around Lily’s as she dragged her over to the entrance of the bar. A short wait later, they finally handed their ID’s over to the bouncers and walked in.

Whatever Lily had expected from the bar, this certainly was not it. Usually when it came to Marlene’s picks they ended up in fairly dingy places that sold cheap shots or something new and indie. But this bar could only have been described as bougie. High walls covered in beautifully framed paintings and mirrors, low lights hanging from the ceiling creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The place was loud, music pounding from large speakers in the walls, but not so loud that one couldn’t hold a conversation. Lily knew they were close to Knightsbridge, a place renowned for being posh and a popular living place of many celebrities, but never had she expected Marlene to bring her to a bar that looked like it was built exclusively for celebrities. 

“Oh my god, that’s Zendaya!” Marlene whispered in Lily’s ear, her voice incredibly high-pitched. 

Lily however was looking at her friend in shock, her jaw hanging open slightly. “How in the hell did you get us into a place like this, Marly?”

“That would be my fault.” said a woman’s voice, prompting her to turn and see the very same influencer that Marlene had been banging on about in the car. With a grin, Marlene leaned up to kiss the woman’s cheek. Once they parted, Marlene’s new… friend… reached over to shake Lily’s hand. “Dorcas Meadowes. I’m guessing from your expression that Marlene hasn’t told you about us yet…”

“You asked me to keep it quiet!” Marlene hissed, punching Dorcas lightly on the arm. “I respect your wishes, Dor!”

“Uh…” Lily had apparently forgotten how to speak, completely out of her element. “Hi, I’m Lily. Evans- Lily Evans. I’m um…”

“Yeah, your first time here will do that to you, Lils.” Marlene laughed softly, her arm now wrapped around Dorcas’ waist. “Listen, I hope you’re not mad I didn’t tell you about us? We’ve only got together recently and you were so sad about Fabian, I…”

“God, Marly, of course not! I mean- A bit of pre-warning would have been nice but… I’m just glad to see you happy.” Lily smiled, reaching forwards to hug her friend. “Now, I want to buy us all drinks so we can celebrate you two. Dorcas, what’s your poison?”

Lily squeezed her way up to the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice her. Her eyes were drawn by a group of rowdy men beside her, all of them drinking beers and laughing loudly. She sighed deeply, realising the bartender was all the way down the other end.

Pushing herself up on her toes, Lily leant across the bar and waved to try to get his attention. But she moved at the same time as the guy next to her, who laughed heartily at something one of his friends said, his hand flinging back across the bar as he responded eagerly to his friend's joke. It just so happened that Lily’s face had moved into the exact spot that his hand had decided to venture to, causing quite the collision.

“Fuck!” 

Both Lily and the asshole that had hit her cried out the word at the same time, Lily’s own hands moving to her nose which was throbbing painfully. 

“I’m sorry! Oh god, I’m so sorry.” The man said, turning to face her completely whilst simultaneously gathering up napkins from the bar for her to press against her nose, which had decided one punch was enough for it to bleed. 

Lily hated that her pain threshold was so poor as a few tears slid from her eyes, one hand moving from her nose to accept the napkin from the man. He was still spouting apologies as his friends chuckled behind him, one of them looked like he might throw up from trying to hold back his laughter. 

At least the man was nice enough to help her towards the bathrooms, Lily thought as he pushed through the crowd with one hand while the other rested on her elbow. Most men would shoot a small apology, not even acknowledge what they’d done, or worse try to feel her up as they led her through the room. 

The bathrooms were down a small corridor which was significantly quieter than the rest of the bar, the man no longer had to shout to apologise to her. 

“I’m so sorry I hit you, I can’t- I can’t believe I did that. I didn’t look…” 

“Clearly.” Lily mumbled, irritated. He had apologised enough in her eyes, now it was just starting to get annoying. 

He seemed to get the hint, blushing heavily under the dim lighting. Lily thought that he looked somewhat familiar, his messy black hair and stylish glasses that sat on his perfectly chiselled nose. Whoever he was, he was just her type. Maybe she would have even flirted with him, had he not just attempted to punch her lights out and given her a nosebleed that likely would ruin her dress.

Lily sighed as she pushed open the door to one of the disabled bathrooms, not really wanting to try to wash blood off of her face in front of a bunch of rich women who would do nothing to help except look at her disapprovingly. What she hadn’t expected however, was for the man to follow her inside, rushing to run the tap. 

“I… I can do this on my own, you know.” She said thickly, her voice still muffled by the blood soaked napkin. 

“You might think so, but I’ve had my fair share of bloody noses,” he replied, grabbing some paper towels to swap with the napkin, “it can’t hurt to have help.” 

She was so surprised that she let him steer her to sit on top of the lid of the toilet. She watched him as he threw away the napkin and soaked some more paper towels in warm water. 

“Lean forwards.” The man said when she went to tilt her head back. “They lie in films with that, you could choke if you lean back.” 

“Are you a doctor or something?” 

“Nah, just had basic first aid training.” He smiled brightly as she glanced at him, holy hell was he attractive. Lily sighed and did as he said, her eyes closing again. 

A few awkward minutes of silence passed between them before Lily finally pulled the towels away from her nose, no longer bleeding. A sigh of relief escaped her, the bleeding ceasing meant the less time she had to be in this uncomfortable situation. 

The man took a step closer to her, a damp paper towel in hand. “Are- Are you alright if I-? He gestured towards her face, which was undoubtedly covered in blood. 

Lily nodded, her body tensing as he crouched down in front of her to gently wipe the towel around her nose. She winced a little, it was very tender. He must have hit her hard for it to still be smarting like this, she just prayed it wasn’t broken. She didn’t fancy explaining that at work.

“I’m um… I’m James, by the way.” He said, causing her to meet his eye. He gave her a soft smile as he said it, his cheeks pink. “I… I feel you’re owed an introduction after my rudeness.”

“Lily.” She replied, her own face warming slightly. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of hazel she felt as though she might melt if she stared into them for too long. “And… I- It was an accident, I’m not mad. Annoyed, sure, because I really needed a good night out but… It wasn’t your fault, it was just bad timing.” 

His smile brightened and Lily thought her heart might burst at the seams. He was so… So beautiful. If she had found him hot before, it was nothing compared to how she felt when he smiled at her like that. His smile made him beautiful. 

“Well, at least once you’re all cleaned up, let me buy you a drink? As an apology?”

It was Lily’s turn to smile then as they gazed at each other, unblinking. She nodded slowly, her traitorous eyes slipping down to glance at his lips. “A drink…” She whispered softly, feeling herself start to lean towards him. His hand had frozen against her cheek, still holding the now pink paper towel. “A drink… Shit! Marlene!” 

James moved back like he had been stung as Lily dug in her bag for her phone, pulling it out to see a flurry of texts and missed calls from her best friend. 

Marleeeeene: Where are you?

Marleeeeene: Lily, I’m thirsty!

Marleeeeene: The queue can’t be that long!

Marleeeeene: Lily Evans, pick up the phone or I’m telling security you’ve been kidnapped, I can’t find you!

“Sorry.” Lily looked at James before hitting Marlene’s contact on her phone. Her friend answered after only one ring, the music from the bar pouring loudly from the speaker. 

“Lily!” Marlene basically screamed, sounding not far from hysterical. “Where the hell are you? I thought-”

“Marly, I’m fine! Some guy accidentally punched me so I’m in the bathroom sorting myself out, you know I bleed and bruise at the slightest touch. Don’t worry.” Lily rolled her eyes at James as she spoke, making him smile softly. He did look rather guilty as she explained the story to her friend, his eyes turning down to the floor at the mention of his mistake. 

Lily had to endure Marlene asking about a thousand questions, most of which were “are you okay” and “is the guy hot” which Lily had to surreptitiously avoid answering. As she spoke to Marlene, James had started clearing up the bathroom, throwing away the paper towels and washing down the surfaces. Lily checked her reflection in the mirror, impressed with the job he had done. He’d wiped off a lot of her makeup in the process, meaning her freckles were now on display to her annoyance, but he’d manage to wash away any traces of blood. The only evidence that remained of the injury was a slight swelling and redness to her nose. 

“I’ll be back in a minute, I wont worry about getting you and Dorcas drinks, yes.” Lily said to Marlene, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor. All she wanted to do was get out of this room and have a shot of something strong. “Yep, I’ll come and find you or text you if I find myself someone hot to go home with.” Another eye roll that led to a chuckle from James. “I love you too, I promise I’m fine. See you in a bit.” 

“She sounds fun.” James smirked, leaning against the wall of the bathroom as Lily hung up the phone and placed it back in her bag. 

“Yeah, she’s a good friend. Slightly deranged and too horny for her own good, but a decent human being.” Lily replied, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Thank you, by the way, for helping. Not many people would do that.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he shook his head, “it was the least I could do after punching you in the face. I think I’ve gotten off lighter than you.” 

“Well, I appreciate your kindness nonetheless.” Lily smiled warmly, chewing on her bottom lip. “I should…” 

“Right, yes! Um… Go find your friend.” He took a small step away from the door. “Don’t forget that I owe you that drink, I’m sure I’ll still be at the bar with my hands firmly in my pockets.” 

She laughed softly, taking a step forwards to unlock the door. “I’ll bear that in mind. See you around, James.”

“See you later, Lily.”

---

“Lily Marie Evans, I can’t believe you got punched in the face by James fucking Potter and didn’t sleep with him as a thank you for cleaning you up!” Marlene basically yelled the next morning. Well, it was more like noon by the time her hangover had improved enough to allow her to crawl out of bed.

After the punching incident, Lily had found Marlene, telling her she wanted to go home. It had been too much for her, the whole ordeal. So she’d climbed into an uber, tears slipping down her cheeks as she mourned her broken heart once again before climbing into bed the second she’d gotten home. It hadn’t been until around twenty minutes ago when Marlene had entered Lily’s bedroom that she found out that the James that had punched her hadn’t just been any old James. No, instead he had been James Potter, lead singer and guitarist of the band The Marauders and the group of men he had been laughing with were his bandmates. 

When Lily hadn’t come back to cash in the drink that he owed, he’d found Marlene since he’d spotted them together once Lily had left the bathroom. He had explained who he was, what had happened and had handed Marlene a card with his name and number to give to Lily. 

Blushing, Lily looked down at his surprisingly neat handwriting. He had signed it simply as James, but Marlene had recognised him instantly. She was currently waving her phone in Lily’s face, his instagram account open.

“James Potter, Lily!” Marlene was almost struggling for breath, her hand on her heart. “The Marauders! How- How did you not recognise him?”

“Because I only listen to their music!” Lily snapped, her hand batting away Marlene’s phone. “I’m not like you, I don’t obsess over musicians. I like their music, that doesn’t mean I follow them on instagram or know what they look like!” 

“But…” Marlene sighed deeply, sinking down to sit on the edge of Lily’s bed. “But he’s given you his number, that must mean som-”

“He felt guilty, Marly,” Lily said, shaking her head, “he probably felt he really owed me that drink and wants to apologise again. It doesn’t mean he wants to see me or-” But her voice trailed off as she thought back to that one moment in the bathroom. He had been leaning in too, hadn’t he? Or had she just imagined that as she’d gazed into his beautiful, beautiful eyes.

“Just text him, please?” Marlene had an odd sort of smile on her lips, like she knew. Like she knew exactly what Lily was thinking. Damn Marly and her perfect perception. 

“What do I even say? Thank you for almost breaking my nose then dealing with the catastrophic nosebleed that followed?” Lily rolled her eyes and flopped back against her pillows. 

“Exactly! Maybe not quite in those words but… Just acknowledge that you appreciated the help and maybe he’ll offer to get you that drink another time.” Marlene winked at Lily, still scrolling through his instagram. “I mean, you’re both young, both hot. You both live in London and you would have quite the meet-cute story to tell your grandkids…” 

---

What was she thinking? Why had she agreed to meet James Potter for coffee in Central London, when she could be doing a hundred other things instead? Lily sighed and ran her hands through her hair again as she sat in the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet. She was twenty minutes early out of sheer panic. She had been in a right state ever since he’d replied to the text she’d eventually sent. What if Marlene was pranking her? What if the number wasn’t James’ at all and this was all some elaborate joke? 

She sighed again, fingers automatically clicking the lock button on her phone to check the time and see if he’d messaged her. Which he hadn’t of course, as it had only been thirty seconds or less since Lily had last checked. Was this a date? Or was it just two acquaintances meeting up? Or-

“Lily?”

Her stomach flipped as Lily looked up to see James standing next to her table, a cap covering his messy shock of hair. She couldn’t exactly blame him, even though she loved his hair since he was apparently some big celebrity. He couldn’t be seen meeting up with a nobody like her, could he?

“Hey.” She managed to force a smile, gesturing to the chair opposite her. “How- How are you?”

“I’m okay, I… Well, honestly, I was going to ask the same question of you.” His eyes searched hers as he took a seat, the look on his face making her breath catch. She hadn’t imagined how his gaze made her feel then. “You look as though you’ve healed nicely.”

“There wasn’t that much to heal,” Lily smiled, her fingers playing with her charm bracelet nervously, “you didn’t hit me that hard, don’t worry.” 

“Good.” He chuckled, seemingly relieved. “Can- Can I get you a coffee? You left before I could buy you a drink the other night.” 

“Oh, yeah… I didn’t really feel up to staying, I just…” Lily sucked in a deep breath. “It wasn’t all because of you as to why I went home. I- I got broken up with about a month ago and that night was my attempt to get over it. Obviously things didn’t go exactly to plan…” 

“Ah, I see…” James cleared his throat before scooting his chair a little closer. “I don’t blame you for leaving, I actually left after I gave your friend my number. I’m- I’m glad you texted me though.”

“You are?” Lily’s eyebrows raised, she hadn’t expected him to be so open with her. 

“Yeah, I am.” He grinned that same bright smile that made her heart flutter. “I hoped you might give me a second chance, a do over at meeting you. I mean- You’re someone that I would like to get to know better, if you’d let me…” 

“I’d like that.” Lily smiled back at him, her nerves starting to ebb away. “As long as I won’t get in the way of all of your fans.” 

He blushed, his eyes dropping from hers. “Damn, I was hoping-”

“-I didn’t know who you were when we met. I mean, I like your music but I didn’t know it was yours.” Lily interrupted, her hand instinctively reaching across the table to cover his. “I didn’t sidle up to the bar to get punched by you cause I’m a stalker fan. Marlene recognised you and she told me.”

“Does it sound crazy that I’m glad?” He almost winced as he said it, his hand moving beneath hers so that he could lace their fingers together. “I… It’s so hard to find… I don’t often bump into people that don’t know who I am.” 

“Bump into?” Lily teased, shaking her head. “It was a little more than a bump, Potter.” 

“And I am so sorry for that, I’ll never stop.” He shook his head, smiling again. “I- If you would let me, I’d really like to take you out on a date, Evans.” 

“Well, I guess…” Lily pretended to muse on it for a moment, her face warm and her smile wide. “I guess punching me in the face was a happy accident, wasn’t it?”

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

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You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought. 

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice. 

"Excuse me?" He called out. 

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?" 

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked. 

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered. 

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started. 

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson." 

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked. 

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it. 

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house. 

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him. 

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand. 

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it. 

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night." 

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused. 

"What exactly do you know about my brother?" 

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged. 

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him. 

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed. 

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away. 

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here." 

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there." 

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck. 

"And where are you staying?" You followed up. 

"I'm good at figuring those things out." 

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together." 

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted. 

"Have you eaten?" You asked. 

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat. 

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here." 

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room. 

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on. 

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on. 

********

When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer. 

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck. 

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife. 

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat. 

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said. 

"Of course, you're Sam's friend." 

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed. 

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested. 

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act. 

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?" 

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky." 

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that." 

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude. 

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire. 

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it." 

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right." 

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically. 

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside. 

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back. 

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair. 

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink. 

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw. 

"You know I can't get drunk, right?" 

"Seriously?" 

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp. 

"I'm sure that sucks." 

"You have no idea." 

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away. 

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it. 

"It's probably no one," he said. 

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone. 

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you. 

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you. 

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him. 

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez." 

He slowed down a bit. 

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped. 

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh. 

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed. 

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said. 

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room. 

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun. 

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said. 

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered. 

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged. 

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table. 

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes. 

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration. 

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled. 

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed. 

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky. 

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body. 

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place. 

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts. 

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?" 

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know." 

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift. 

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had. 

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly. 

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered. 

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again. 

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend. 

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper. 

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor. 

"Shit!" You ran from the room. 

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer. 

"Hey bro!" You said happily. 

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked. 

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied. 

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions. 

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room. 

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera. 

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly. 

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day. 

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled. 

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here." 

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow." 

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky. 

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?" 

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone. 

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up. 

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door. 

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest. 

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier. 

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up. 

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more. 

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body. 

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs. 

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh. 

"Yes," you breathed. 

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down. 

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair. 

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face. 

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit. 

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned. 

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet. 

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit. 

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised. 

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit. 

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled. 

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips. 

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge. 

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear. 

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly. 

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much. 

"You feel so good." 

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you. 

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy. 

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you. 

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks. 

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this. 

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said. 

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode. 

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly. 

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest. 

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly. 

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger. 

"You're beautiful," he said to you. 

"Thank you," you smiled. 

"Should I start you another bath?" 

"No, I can take one in the morning." 

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead. 

"Get some rest," you told him. 

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night. 

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you. 

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

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When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you. 

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder. 

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep. 

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again. 

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit. 

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment. 

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude. 

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said. 

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??" 

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up." 

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch. 

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up. 

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth. 

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose. 

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared. 

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it. 

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open. 

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream. 

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone. 

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said. 

"Real cute," he growled. 

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again. 

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction. 

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder. 

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged. 

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command. 

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet. 

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled. 

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you. 

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again. 

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