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amriya · 1 year

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Іноді дні здаються мрякою. Це коли лежиш весь день в кроваті і іноді встаєш поїсти і змушуєш себе щось поробити але ти настільки вижмаканий, як одяг після ручного прання. В порівнянні з ним ти не краще виглядаєш.

Але цей день був не такий) Ми встали у гарному настрої, поснідали, а потім ще пообідали шаурмою зробленою турками. Сьогодні було б достатньо щастя але ми ще й пішли в гості до діда. Добре провели час і бавились з кицькою. Ввечері як повертались додому скупились в продуктовому магазині на суму, як пів кіла хамону. Точно не знаю скільки він вартує але най буде таке. Потім пізніше ліпили вареники з вишнею. Навіть під вечір пили чайок і слухали музику. Більше б таких моментів у днях то можна і частіше знати, що тобі подобається жити.

#ukraine #cookie dough #athestetic #sculpt dumpling #dumplings #sculpt #cookie #варенички #вареники #українська кухня #український тамблер

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 11 months

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I must admit that I think about this dark fic that Dumpling (@achubbydumpling) wrote a while back with chubby Ransom and feeder Andy like... all the time.

There's just something about them 🤌🏻🤌🏻

They're both so attractive, and I can so easily see Ransom being such a bitch brat that winds Andy up at first. But the longer and longer they stay together, the more and more submissive Ransom gets; the more and more he heels to Andy's dominance.

Well...

Not all the time, though.

Warning for Andy × Ransom belly kink, alcohol consumption (beer bloating), animal play (the nickname "puppy"), orgasm denial, teasing, etc.

The brat inside Ransom still comes out every now and again. He can't help it. Rich boy was raised to get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. It's only natural that when he's denied, even if he's denied for good reason, he can't always take it. He's always had the silver spoon in his mouth, only taking it out to get another spoonful of food to have another bite. Not being allowed to swallow the next bite is unfamiliar territory that leaves Ransom whining and huffing and puffing if it happens too many times.

When he can no longer stand it, he's such a brat about it, throwing a tantrum. He might as well stop his foot and cross his arms over his chest, pouting.

Years of having whatever he wants, whether it's food, sexual partners, vacations, etc. and vainly, intensely caring about his appearance has left him chubby but without stretch marks.

Ransom's rich fat. Perfectly sculpted, round, and plush. Pale all over. He hardly has any dimpled flesh. He's just... perfect. Round. Curves all over. And he's got light freckles here and there. But, he doesn't have an angry, red line in sight, not unless he's just stuffed himself out of another pair of pants and the fabric cut into him. Leaving a red line that will fade.

Instead of having stretch marks, he's always perfectly soft and smooth. Rubbing lotion into his skin always. Getting massages all the time. Grooming his body hair religiously. Taking loooong, hot showers.

Vain.

One of the sure-fire ways to get Ransom to brat is for Andy to deny him from having orgasms. Ransom started his bitch-fest all on his own this time - mad at someone or something that didn't go his way, Andy isn't actually too sure this time - so Andy doesn't appreciate having it taken out on him. Ransom is being bad. And he'll get punished.

He won't be allowed to come.

Simple as that.

Andy can come as many times as he wants to. He can fuck Ransom and come inside him or come across his ample backside or come between his fat thighs. He can fuck Ransom's plush, annoying fucking mouth until Ransom is crying from choking, then come down his throat. He can fuck Ransom's swollen moobs and paint his heaving, blushing chest.

Andy can do whatever he wants.

Ransom can't. He's been bad. And he's gonna be more bad because it's not fair! No matter how much he whines or sweet talks Andy... he won't budge.

Sure, Ransom could just sneak off and jerk off, but that's not anywhere near as satisfying as having Andy crumble and admit that he wants him to come now. Not at all because Ransom really just wants Andy's approval. His dominant. Nope. So, instead, Ransom comes up with a little plan to get Andy to fuck him and let him come on his dick.

When Andy has already settled down for the night, lying back against the headboard in bed, clothed in his customary t-shirt and sweatpants, watching some TV quietly, Ransom gets up. He peels himself away from Andy's side. Walking to the bathroom in his little athletic shorts and tight, white tank top.

Andy makes a sound at being left alone, no one to cuddle with, but he doesn't stop Ransom from going. Assuming he has to use the bathroom.

He doesn't.

Ransom has a plan.

Earlier in the week, he bought himself some beer and then stored it under the sink. Not because he's not allowed to drink, so he has to hide it. But, because of this.

Ransom shuts the bathroom door behind him.

He opens the cabinet and pulls out the six-pack. The noise of the TV, while low, is enough to hide the pop of the first bottle.

Ransom's mouth waters. He's still pretty heavy and stuffed from dinner, but he's got a little room. He's going to make room, too.

The first beer goes down.

The whole bottle.

He just chugs it.

"Ah," he sighs quietly.

He barely feels it. Really.

It's not bubbly and sloshy already. No way. He didn't bite off more than he can chew, he assures himself, looking down wearly at the five other bottles he has to get through. Sitting on the bathroom counter.

Next one.

Ransom feels his belly start to stretch again. Topping himself off after dinner. It doesn't take much. When he planned this, he forgot about dinner. He told himself if six bottles of flavourful beer wasn't enough, he could just stick his head in the sink and chug from the faucet until he was full enough to be pulled unsteadily forward by his sloshy gut. He won't need it, though.

"Oh," Ransom heaves with effort as he looks at himself in the mirror. His pale cheeks glow pink. When he walked into the bathroom, his tank top was already tight around his round middle from all the food he stuffed into himself throughout the day, but now, already, his gut is growing. Stretching his tank top. The fabric isn't transparent yet, but... it's getting there.

He should make it tighter. He wants his top to be more transparent as he stretches its limits. He wants to see it stretch and stretch until it rolls up his beer belly.

Ransom whimpers as he chugs the third beer. He needs to go fast. Before Andy gets suspicious. His plan to get fucked depends on it coming out of nowhere and getting under Andy's skin - making himself so irresistible that Andy can't control himself, so touchable and tight and full that Andy loses himself and doesn't make Ransom hold back.

It's like he can feel the beer going down his throat, pouring down his throat, and collecting in his barrel of a stomach on top, bloating the upper part of his belly out painfully, only to slowly settle in between the nooks and crannies of the food inside him. He goes from looking like he'll pop, over inflated, to looking stuffed. Stuffed, but not about to burst.

Another.

Ransom has the fourth beer, hardly taking a pause to breathe between.

He moans softly around the flow of beer into his mouth. He's beginning to feel fuzzy and dizzy and hazy. Warm with beer.

Swaying gently on his feet.

Ransom grips the bathroom counter hard with one hand and leans more of his weight forward so as not to fall over. But all it does is make him more hazy. He's so hard, his dick pressing into the counter painfully. He's been denied. He needs release. And here he is, doing something that turns him on like crazy.

He's a glutton for more than food.

He's a glutton for punishment.

More.

Ransom is outright panting, mouth open, lips wet and buzzing, when he finishes the fourth bottle. He can't stop.

He pops open the fifth bottle and downs it.

His stomach suddenly feels so much heavier. Five bottles of beer will do that to you, but as he gets the last of the bottle down, it's like his gut lurches forward. Growing all at once. Heavy and swollen. There's a strong, unhappy sounding gurgle in it that builds down low and rises up through his tummy. He barely has time to stifle what would have been a huge belch ending in a ragged moan. Releasing the pressure. But, he doesn't let it out. He keeps it inside.

His gut keeps gurgling.

His gut stays just as swollen.

All that gas inside him, oh, Christ, it feels good. Tight. Gurgly. Swollen.

Ransom has to stop himself from moaning. Instead, he placates himself by taking a quick breather to rub his growing middle.

After a drunk moment, pure pleasure, enjoying the drag of his hands heavily over his tortured body, it occurs to Ransom that he needs some lotion.

He can spare enough time to take a pump in his hand and smooth it all around the ball attached to his front.

The tank top he's wearing has rolled up, so he just has to tug it up a little farther to expose all of his engorged belly. It's pink. Straining around all the contents inside it. Against the tile floor, his toes curl. His chest heaves. Sparks shoot through him as he touches the cold, expensive lotion to his hot, tight, and full stomach.

Without meaning to, he lets one moan escape. It’s short. He stops himself the moment he realizes what he's doing, but he still moans.

Shit.

He hopes Andy didn't hear.

Ransom finishes rubbing his tummy and stares down the last beer. His vision is blurry. Despite the beer sitting on top of so much food - heavy carbs that are expanding, swelling with the alcohol - he's starting to feel it.

One more.

He needs one more.

He wants one more.

He'll pretend his belly is gurgling in hunger, not in protest as he chugs. It doesn't matter if chugging actually leaves him with more bubbles and more air in his system, he can't stop himself from going as fast as possible. And, God, isn't this just how he's always been - always satiated, always with more than enough, filthy rich, yet craving more? No wonder he loves stuffing and gaining and bloating 🥵 it's in his nature.

Once the last beer is down, Ransom can see his stomach at the top of his gut. It's bulging through the plush, un-stretch-marked fat.

Ransom rubs his hands down the ball of his gut, silently moaning, his mouth hanging open. His skin is even more pink now. Actually, it's closer to red.

Jesus.

With another pump or two of lotion in his palm, Ransom keeps rubbing. In his little sleep shorts, he can feel his cock throb. Swelling alongside his gut. Attached together, his gluttony and his sex drive.

And speaking of sex drive...

Ransom takes a baby step, testing his body, seeing how it feels.

Again, he has to restrain himself from moaning out loud. It feels good. Sloshing and gurgling. Heavy and round. His gut is throwing off his center of gravity, pulling him forward and forcing him to waddle like the bloated pig he is.

Yes.

Ransom leaves his hands on either side of his rotund belly, supporting himself where his skin aches with the stretch and heft. His heart is beating dizzingly fast.

Before he leaves the bathroom, though, Ransom takes a moment to pull his tank top down over the impressively large bulge of his now stuffed and bloated gut.

The drag of fabric over his stretched skin feels incredible.

Dimly, he realizes that his tank top doesn't fully cover him anymore. Before, it was stretched tight. Now, it doesn't touch the waistband of his shorts (that are also cutting into him).

Oh.

Grinning at himself like a wolf in the mirror, Ransom pats his solid gut one more time, then he turns around, staggering, and waddles out of the bathroom. Belly first. Unashamed with how full and big he's become.

Every step has his gut sloshing and a breathy moan coming out of his mouth. He can't stop himself now. The overall indulgence and alcohol have left him weak - body uncoordinated, lips loose, speech slurring, eyes heavily lidded, and red in the face. Whether it's placebo from knowing what alcohol does or whether the beer has hit his bloodstream already, he's drunk.

Andy's eyes are instantly on him when Ransom enters the room after his belly.

From across the room, Ransom can feel the lust coming off of him.

Andy is trying to keep it cool, though, raising an eyebrow and asking in an almost bored voice, "is that why you took so long in the bathroom, brat? Did you blow yourself up? Aw," he coos, like Ransom is a chubby puppy, not a fat, grown man. "And here I was thinking you just got lost in there."

Ransom snorts and stumbles a little. Suddenly, he falls forward, onto the bed, arms out to stop himself. His gut wobbles with the sudden movement, and Ransom feels his knees go weak. Nngh. He's so big. So full. His gut is underneath him. Hanging.

Christ.

His head hangs between his shoulders. The position is hard on his drunk, overfull body, but he can't move. "Aaandyyy," Ransom whines. He never whines!

"Yeah?" Andy still sounds so bored.

This isn't how it was supposed to go! Andy was supposed to get up and grab him and throw him down and take him, unable to control himself, the moment he saw him all full and bloated out of nowhere! But rather than being even more of a brat and making a scene like he usually would -

"Pl-pleaz'!" Ransom blurts out before he realizes what he's saying. He's still braced against the bed, belly heavy and swinging below him, arms shaking. He can't take it!

"What?" Andy asks.

Rather than saying it again, Ransom climbs up onto the bed clumsily, flopping onto his back and groaning with how it puts pressure on his lungs.

Another frustrated, wordless groan careens out of him the longer he lays there - he's all full and heavy and ready! And Andy isn't doing anything! He hasn't come in so long! He wants to come! He wants to be fucked and get to enjoy it! He wants!

"Aw, poor, pup-" his voice is laced with faux sympathy, talking like he finds him pathetic.

Ransom whimpers.

"Are you too fat to move?"

Ransom can't stop himself from admitting it. He nods. There are actual tears in his eyes. What is happening to him? Why isn't he still being a brat? Why'd he fold so easily?

"Aw, what a poor thing," Andy's weight shifts on the bed, coming closer, "well, it'd be a shame if someone were to... I don't know... do whatever they want with such a fat, helpless, sloppy puppy, huh?"

Ransom shivers all over, making his gut slosh. He nods again, head jerking up and down.

Suddenly, Andy's strong hands are on his ankles and are pulling him roughly into the center of the bed, messing up their sheets and leaving Ransom yelping, his head is spinning. Drunk and not understanding what is happening to him.

"Look at you, puppy," Andy's hands slide up his legs, over his thick thighs, and bypass his chubby hips to go right for his weak spot. His belly. "Aren't you nice and plump?" He asks rhetorically, growling a little as he digs his hands into his belly.

"AH!" Ransom moans, trying to squirm to get anyway and being unable to go literally anywhere.

He can't take it! That hurts! His hands are grabbing his sensitive belly, groping him, kneading him like dough. Pale, soft dough.

"Aw, poor puppy," Andy laughs. "Made yourself too big..." he pauses, getting lost in Ransom's body, playing with his gut, "how'd you do it, boy? Did you attach yourself to the shower hose, turn the water on, and sit there and swell up like a greedy water balloon? Did you get too thirsty and stick your head under the faucet, drinking and swelling up until you thought you were going to pop? Did you not want to stop? Or, hmm, I wonder..." Andy pinches his hip, Ransom squeals, "could it have been all that beer under the sink that you thought you so cleverly hid from me?"

Ransom lets out a pathetic little sob.

"Yeah. That was it, wasn't it puppy?" Andy smirks, rubbing his belly roughly, making all the liquid and food inside him shift around.

"Uh-huh," Ransom admits.

"Made yourself a nice big beer belly," Andy groans, "it's gonna make you fatter, yanno? Gonna make you, fuck, bigger until you can't walk at all, no- no matter if you're bloated full or not. You're gonna be too heavy. And then. Then, puppy, 'm gonna have my fun with you. You'll never get to move. I'm gonna do what-whatever I want with you. And you'll just have to t-take it like you're gonna take thiss-"

Ransom lifts his head weakly, bleary-eyed, just in time to watch Andy strip his cock once, twice, three times more and come all over the top of his so-tight-it's-shiny gut. It happens so fast that it gives Ransom whiplash. What? How? When did he even get his cock out? When did he start touching himself? When-

All the thoughts leave his head as Andy recovers a little - he's still swearing some, but he's got it together enough to start rubbing his hot come into his stretched skin, claiming him as, "my puppy. Yeah. Fuck. Lookit you. All fat and helpless and shit."

Ransom whimpers. His head drops back onto the bed. "C-can," he breaks his words with a sob, "c'n, ngh, come?"

Andy slaps his gut hard enough to jostle a moaning burp out of him. "No, brat," he laughs. "Why would I let you come?"

Ransom may start crying. He's so full! His belly and his balls - Andy's gonna kill him of blue balls! 😫😫

I don't know where this came from 😳

#mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #beer bloating #bloating #stuffing #weight gain #ransom drysdale #andy barber #andy × ransom #chubby ransom #animal play #dog #alcohol consumption #intox kink #andy barber × ransom drysdale

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ailurocide · 8 months

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What are some of the most popular delicacies?

Highpeak Delicacies:

Various manners of cheese fondues.

Tough blueberry pastries.

Rock sugar caramel treats inlaid with rock candies and edible minerals; oftentimes ornately carved and sculpted in the likeness of various animal’s skulls.

Incredibly spicy, cinnamon-based cloudy liquor.

Mightmire Delicacies:

Moss, assorted berries, nectar, and assorted roots pudding.

Fried, crunchy alligator meat and skins.

Frogspawn caviar in mushroom caps, served with gravy.

Blackberry gin, renowned across the Fealty.

Outpour Delicacies:

Sugary sap hardened into a thick bark, and packed with various seeds.

Translucent root dumpling wrappers stuffed with trout bone broth, algae, and chunks of various fish meat.

Fried minnow-and-waterfowl egg cakes crafted in the shape of frogs.

A citrus-and-apple cider.

Undermoor Delicacies:

Oat milk, wheat, herb, and hazelnut pudding.

A braided loaf of bread that combines three separate flavors of dough.

Baked scorpion tails split open and loaded with mashed potatoes and various herbs and spices.

Fried, crispy, giant insect wings.

#ailurocide #ask #x-critter2022 #ailurocide: fealty foods

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sixinchfinch · 2 years

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Durian or dumpling, the eternal question. Fanart of

@gohdroxen

's highly cool snake informing us about Malaysian cuisine while sculpting kobold toes on stream.

#snakes #cobra #scalie #durian #dumplings #furry #drawing #glowing

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cityofdreamsrp · 1 year

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YOU’RE INVITED TO THE ONE LOVE PARTY!

“LET’S GET TOGETHER AND FEEL ALRIGHT.”

When: Final night, November 30th, 2022 - all night!

Where: Sandals Resort at Jamaica’s largest exclusive beach

Join us for a night of mingling and celebrating tradition and culture. The vibe that comes alive in Jamaica - enjoy a state of mind only Jamaica can deliver! Somewhere between the vibrant energy of the culture and the warm tranquility of the island is where the magic happens. The pull of the alluring island is far more than sparkling blue waters and incredible mountainous terrain. The food is tantalizing and the weather is perfect, but it’s the charm of the people who will keep you coming back for more. The famous words of Bob Marley, “every little thing is gonna be alright” is a lifestyle they embody. No matter what hardships may hide beneath the surface: find a way to smile, dance, and be merry as you go about your night. ( x )

PARTY FEATURES BELOW:

Party enjoying world class cuisine!

Jamaican food is a feast for the taste buds. Delicious seasonal fruits bursting with flavor, deep earthy spices and a melting pot of culinary traditions, it is a foodie's escape. Have a taste of what makes their cuisine internationally recognized at fine dining restaurants at the resort, as well as corner shops, jerk shacks, and fruit stands across the beach. We'll treat you to exotic foods you've never heard of but will remember for a lifetime.

Menu includes: jerk chicken, authentic flaky Jamaican patties, ackee and saltfish, steamed fish, Jamaican curry chicken, pepper pot soup, oxtail stew, curried stew, Jamaican chickpea curry, jerk grilled eggplant, fried plantains, Jamaican rice and peas, Caribbean style corn on the cob, Jamaican fried dumplings, callaloo, stamp and go, coco bread, rum cake, breadfruit, sweet potato pudding, blue mountain coffee, ginger beer, hot chocolate tea, Jamaican rum, sorrel, and more!

Bonfire story telling!

Sit around the fire pit and mingle... and entertain! Oral tradition has a long history in Jamaica, beginning with the folktales told by Jamaican people. Storytelling is one of the oldest forms of communication and is an essential part of the history of Jamaican society. The art of storytelling has served to convey vital knowledge and information through generations. Sit with groups of your fellow celebrities and take turns sharing fact or fiction.

Dance the night away!

The Jamaicans love to express themselves through their music and to celebrate with dance. The most popular form of Jamaican music is reggae. Reggae has a laid back sound that has become popular worldwide. Music is the heartbeat of Jamaica! Throughout the party, discover trademark Reggae, dancehall, jam to the island beat, or just let loose to your own rhythm. Looking for the dance floor? Learn and battle out different traditional dances. Looking to relax? Lay in a hammock and enjoy the soothing sounds.

And create!

The tradition of graphic arts began with indigenous Taino sculpting and pottery and has continued with the evolution of the African tradition. Jamaica has a long tradition of pottery, including items used in everyday domestic life, which are referred to as yabba. There is a West African tradition of basket and straw mat weaving, seashell art, bead making, embroidery, sewing, and wood carving. At the party, you can find tables to practice each art. Enjoy lessons right from the beach and bring home a souvenir from your last night in Montego Bay.

#cityofdreamsevent #codgoestojamaica #food tw #fire tw

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withleeknow · 14 hours

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ohmyfckngodhishairrrr I have zero coherent thoughts abt it - I haven't played this 🍙 game in a while where I just plant a scenario in your head [college!bf hyunjin: dimmed-light late night study sessions w/ you in his hoodie + gentle jazz/lofi between shared headphones + him feeding you snacks + cuddles during breaks 🧸]

+ this goddamn week; first heeseung, now jay??? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe4wbPSF/ the way our main vocalists grab the mic + him in all black + the hair UP woman help me this man has me going flipping feral

+ to sum up our interactions lately, I made the most stupid meme to exist https://we.tl/t-j0NXe4fzM2 🫡 depnding on when you see this it's officially LESS THAN A FORTNIGHT TO GOOOOO IT'S LIKE THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS BUT THE 12 DAYS OF WWH ♡ ~~

i'm kinda really in love with him it's not even a joke anymore, like how is he one of the most endearing people i've ever seen?! just a squishy little dumpling with dimples i'd kill to poke and silky hair i'd love to card my fingers through. and DAMN IT ONIGIRI NOT THE SCENARIO 😭 is2g if this consumes my brain and i post a thing tmr please know that you're the culprit!!!

omg i didn't know the collab came out today, the way i ran to youtube to watch the mv. HOWWW does he just look so sharp all the time. the nose the eyes the jawline wtf. sculpted. wtf. it makes me a little disoriented every time i remember that he's younger than me bc ??? how ??? only by 2 years but still lol

the meme omg you are too precious 😭 ahhh that ep was adorable. the frog masks, jungoo with his corn ice cream and being all sleepy through the car rides 😔 my seven i miss them sm maybe i need to rewatch run bts 😭 I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S OFFICIALLY LESS THAN 2 WEEKS UNTIL JIN COMES BACK. i'm going to see coldplay a few days after that and when they play my universe i swear i will burst into tears right there in the stadium (and this is a longgg shot lol but if they play the astronaut too i would actually ascend). you need to be here to console me after jin does his first comeback live / anniversary live 😭

#🍙 anon #answered

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dropdeadgxrgeous · 5 months

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Qi Yewan (🌙)

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General Bio

Names: Qi Yewan (Yewan Qi in western languages)

Nicknames/Aliases: None, currently

Gender: Female (She/her)

Age: 16

Birthday: March 7th (Pisces)

Species: Jiangshi (Chinese Hopping Vampire)

Parents: Unnamed mother and father

Siblings: None

Pet: Po (Crane)

Nationality: Chinese (specifically from Booxi (Wuxi)

Occupation: Student at Monster High, Student Council Member

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Dark Purple

Voice Claim: Tine from Fire Emblem (Courtney Lin)

Preferences

Killer Style: "Dresses and skirts made of silk (preferably with long sleeves), some platform shoes, and a nice hat to complete the look. That's the formula I use when picking my outfits."

Favorite Activity: "My legs may not work well, but I work well with my hands, which makes up for it. So I find hands-on activities to be very enjoyable such as board games and zhezhi (that's origami, zhezhi is what it's called in china.). My favorite activity would have to be painting and pottery, both are so relaxing to do and so pretty to look at once it's done."

Pet Peeve: "Monsters who exploit other peoples problems or weaknesses to make themselves look better, the difference between altruism and self-righteousness is almost as clear as night and day. On a somewhat lighter note, some monsters think it's funny to try and trip me while I'm in the halls...it's not, I'm not a prop for your slapstick comedy."

Favorite Subject: "Painting and Sculpting. My Shui Mo Hua (that means "ink wash painting") style and intricate pottery designs have astonished both teachers and classmates."

Least Favorite Subject: "Dance...doesn't take a genius to figure out why..."

Favorite Color: "Royal Blue, Gold, and Purple"

Favorite Food: "Zongzi. Glutinous rice dumplings filled with adzuki sweet bean paste, mmm!...Did I ever tell you I have quite the sweet fang?"

Personality

Qí has a diligent, polite, and overall sweet personality. She is responsible, a good listener, and always looks out for other peoples best interests, doing her best to make sure others needs are met with the utmost efficiency. It is these traits that allowed her to be a member of the student council*. Qí is also introspective, having a good amount of self-awareness about her thoughts, actions, and ideals.

On the other hand, she is rather unconfident and insecure about herself, especially regarding her appearance in mirrors (so much that she's scared of her own reflection) and her condition (not being able to walk) makes her feel isolated from the others sometimes. She also pretty submissive when it comes to the demands and wills of others, almost never being rebellious and often caving into others requests, even if it's detrimental to her.

Abilities

Life-Force Absorption

Like all Jiangshi, Qí can absorb peoples life force through her fingers, known as their "Chi". Which is similar to how Vampires suck blood from their victims. However, she isn't often shown using this ability, as she considers it "a bit barbaric"

Enhanced Senses

As with all Jiangshi, Qí can detect someone's presence just by the energy fluctuations in their breath, making it hard to surprise or sneak up on her unless they hold their breath.

Prehensile Tongue

Qí has a long tongue she can stretch and retract, she can it use to grab things

Immortality

Like all Jiangshi, which are undead, she is immortal

Skills

Artistic Skills

Qí is very proficient in art, both in painting and pottery/ceramics to be exact. Her style of painting is referred to as "Shui Mo Hua", which is a type of Chinese ink brush painting that uses black ink and water.

Fun Facts

She shares a voice actress with G3 Draculaura

Her favorite food being Zongzi is based on two weaknesses of the Jiangshi: Glutinous rice and adzuki beans.

She is part of Monster High's student council

While Qi usually hops to get around, she does sometimes use bamboo crutches.

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jdardan1 · 9 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Disney Pixar 3-D BOA The Dumpling Figural Stoneware Mug with Lid.

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haruwrites21 · 9 months

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Fun and Engaging Ganesh Chaturthi Activities for Children

Ganesh Chaturthi, an Indian festival brimming with excitement and warmth, celebrates the birth of the elephant-headed Lord Ganesha. Be it through vivid colors, tantalizing music, or cheerful customs, this occasion offers a vibrant experience essence that effortlessly captivates people of all ages, especially children. Here are some fun and engaging activities to light up the festival for the kids, ensuring they'll come away with lifelong memories and a deep understanding of Ganesh Chaturthi's cultural importance.

Crafting an Eco-Friendly Ganesha Idol: Instead of purchasing a Ganesha idol, challenge your children's creativity by guiding them to sculpt one of their own using eco-friendly materials like clay, papier-mâché, or flour dough. The hands-on activity engages children while nurturing their respect for the environment. Embellish the idols' clothing and ornaments using natural materials like dried flowers or leaves to add extra charm.

Storytelling: Holding the attention of young minds can be challenging, but narrating fascinating mythological tales about Lord Ganesha does the trick. The stories bestow children with lessons on wisdom, resilience, and devotion. Listening to auditory and visual cues through storytelling will enrich their imagination while immersing them in the vivid world of Ganesha's adventures.

Ganesh Chaturthi Themed Art: Encourage children to create artwork depicting Ganesh Chaturthi's festive spirit. Offer a variety of art supplies, like crayons, watercolors, or colored pencils, for maximum enthusiasm. Children can fashion posters showcasing Ganesha stories, illustrate steps of his worship, or simply draw their favorite aspects of the festival. Display the beautiful masterpieces around the house for family and friends to enjoy.

Modak Making: These sweet dumplings, beloved by Lord Ganesha, are an indispensable part of Ganesh Chaturthi. Introducing children to modak recipes allows them to be active participants in preparing the festive feast. Their involvement in shaping and filling modaks will spark joy and create lasting memories. While traditional modaks may appear complicated for tiny hands, variations like chocolate and coconut modaks offer simplicity and tasteful innovation.

Dance and Music: The rhythmic beats of 'dhol' and 'tasha' are synonymous with Ganesh Chaturthi celebrations. Conduct a family dance party with kids dressed in colorful, festive outfits as they groove to upbeat tunes. To take the musical voyage further, choose instruments like cymbals or tambourines and together learn a simple yet energetic Ganesha 'aarti' or devotional song.

DIY Decorations: Children love to get crafty! Assist them in making Ganesh Chaturthi-themed decorations, such as paper lotus flowers, rangolis with stencils, or homemade torans (doorways adorned with marigolds and mango leaves). Adorning the home with their creations will foster a sense of accomplishment while accentuating the festive vibes.

Awareness on Environmental Conservation: Use this festivity as an opportunity to raise environmental consciousness among children. Discuss the significance of eco-friendly celebrations, and share ways to make the event greener and more sustainable. Teach them about the impact of the immersion process on water bodies, and explore community-friendly immersion alternatives like artificial ponds or eco-ponds.

With these fun-filled, engaging activities, children will not only enjoy the festival but also imbibe its underlying cultural, spiritual, and environmental values. Ganesh Chaturthi will transform from mere pomp and grandiosity into an occasion that edifies, leaving an indelible impression on their young minds, forging a future of wholesome celebrations.

#ganesha #lord ganesh #ganesh chaturthi

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pandakyoki · 1 year

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Ask them questions

Use one or more of your OCs, maybe even add yourself if you please, to take this interview test. 1. Annabeth 2. Calypso And here goes the questions: -A. How old are you? Annabeth: 17 Calypso: 17 -B. Do you want a hug? Annabeth: I don't mind, but not sure if Jade or Floyd will like it. Calypso: Only if I get one from Azul! -C. Have any bad habits? Annabeth: Reorganizing books and swearing. Calypso: Counting things many times and scratching my arm, while getting very nervous. -D. You a virgin? Annabeth: uhm.... -feels uncomfortable- Calypso: Yes. -E. Have any kids? Annabeth: No. Calypso: No, but a lot of mermaids and sirens around my age, have kids. The amount depends on the species and if they lay eggs or live born. Then there are also the chances of survival, ect. -F. Favorite food or drink? Annabeth: Strawberry tarts, Cola Calypso: Drink - Ocean Floats, Food - Dumplings -G. Killed anyone? Annabeth: No Calypso: No -H. What is your idea of a date? Annabeth: Not sure, I'm pretty spontaneous~ Calypso: Night walk near the beach and a small picknick. -I. Any artistic talents? Annabeth: Sculpting and Painting Calypso: Singing and playing the Violin -J. Love anyone? Annabeth: I love my Tweels >w> Calypso: Uhm... no comment... -K. What is your job

Annabeth: Student Calypso: Student -L Favorite season & least favorite season Annabeth: Spring Calypso: Fall

-M. Who's your best friend? Annabeth: Lilia Vanrouge -chuckles- Calypso: My boyfriend is my best friend. -N. Hobbies? Annabeth: drawing, going on dates, rhythmic gymnastics, singing, reading, flirting with my boyfriends Calypso: reading, doing research, going on dates with my boyfriend, listening to music, singing, swimming -O. What are you going to do when this tag is over? Annabeth: Begging, Jade, if I can have some white chocolate chips strawberry cookies! They are so good! ;A; Calypso: Helping my boyfriend with his business. -P. What is your eye color? Annabeth: red Calypso: the right eye is purple and the left eye is teal -Q. Are you good? Or bad? Annabeth: Good Calypso: Good -R. If you could get anything right now, what would it be? Annabeth: A Cookie Calypso: A Kiss -T. Does your name have a special meaning? Annabeth: My name means "God has favored me". Calypso: My name means "hidden" or "to conceal". -V. Any siblings? Annabeth: I had an older brother... Calypso: No, what is strange because my mother has 7 husbands. -W. Where do you live? Annabeth: Before I came to twst I lived in Japan by my adoptive parents. Calypso: Coral Sea/Twisted Wonderland -X. Do you find yourself attractive? Annabeth: Yes Calypso: no... -Y. Was this fun? Annabeth: Maybe lol Calypso: It was okay... -Z. Any last words? Annabeth: Bye bye~ Calypso: Goodbye. -leaves-

If anyone likes, you can ask my OCs any questions. Just pick which OC you want to ask and they will answer you honestly. x3

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #annabeth mcalister #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #calypso nympheria #interview #just for fun #ask them anything #siren oc #witch oc

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beezs-notes · 2 years

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Classes to teach in my apartment

We're moving into a new apartment in West Adams, a sunny little pasture of LA on the East Side of Culver, South of the 10. We love the space—right off the kitchen is a den where we're planning to build an indoor workshop.

The workshop will be for leatherwork, papercraft, painting, bookbinding, wood carving, and anything else that can be done indoors without a lot of heavy machinery. We've been studying workshops like these for inspiration (the first image is of a store, but the concepts apply):

The scheme is simple: teach classes for the cost of used & take-home materials + an additional fee. The fee will compensate for time spent preparing, cleaning supplies, and improvements to the workshop itself.

Between the two of us and our various skill sets, we could probably teach:

woodcarving chopsticks

making taper candles

making cards and hand-lettering

pattern-making

paper marbling

herb gardening

floral arrangements (w/ field trip to LA flower district)

embroidery & quilting

UV-gel nail design & art

making puff pastry & croissants

pretzel & bagel-making

sourdough bread-making

making dumplings

various pasta lessons

Benefits of teaching workshops at home in our own space include the chance to learn how to teach, amass supplies and tools for crafts we want to try but don’t want to finance for only two people. For instance: paper-marbling supplies cost ~$200 for a bundle of authentic starter items. If we teach four people, we can split the cost of materials across six wallets, and friends can return for open workshop days on the weekends.

Accessibility-wise: I think the digital workshops should be free or something negligible, like $5. Tea & coffee & fruit or baked things could be served.

On top of the workshops we listed, there are a lot of hobbies we’re not equipped to teach, but want to learn ourselves. We have a few friends we can ask to teach portrait photography, bookbinding, polymer clay sculpting, collaging, and a handful of other crafts.

I've been debating the issue of welcome and attendance. I love the idea of making the baking and cooking classes friends-only so we can hang out between dough rests and break bread and linger on afterward.

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neovantage · 2 years

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Grumpy Dumpy. The grumpiest dumpling this side of the Mississippi. A life size anthropomorphic dumpling, 1.5 inches tall and about 2.5 inches wide. Originally sculpted in Magic Sculpt Epoxy Clay, molded, and cast into a small run of 20 pieces.

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may i please request neighbor!bucky also being a camboy 🤔

Cherry

camboy!Bucky x neighbor!f reader

words: 4k+

warnings: smut! dom!bucky, bratty reader, neighbors, both have silly little baby brains because i think it's funny, bucky is YOUR neighbor AND a camboy???? all the warning you need. mutual masturbation (f +m)

a/n: don't know if i even like this but i wrote it and finished it and i want a neighbor bucky fck. i wrote this on my phone and didn't proofread it lol. mistakes are obviously all my own! sorry this is so late. i hope this is okay for you <3 mwah

IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS.

You didn’t always know who he was. His name was James-- his username was, at least. He never bothered to show his face, keeping some form of privacy for himself. It didn’t matter to you, you just knew that he was the most perfect specimen to ever walk the earth. With his thick neck crowning his broad shoulders, a perfectly sculpted chest adorned atop the most chiseled torso you’d ever seen, leading to the most delicious deep v that seemed to teasingly point to his beyond impressive cock.

He was huge in every possible way; but that wasn’t what made him stand out so beautifully to you, no. His left arm was entirely metal. A prosthetic that couldn’t be described as anything but magnificent; always glowing faintly with a bold shine in the lowlights of what you assume to be his bedroom. It mimicked the look of his right arm, all down to the exact cut and curve of each of the gorgeous muscles he had. Through your dimly lit web screen, even just the mere size of him caused a flutter in your heart and a throb between your thighs. And his voice-- a low and demanding baritone that overwhelmed your senses and ignited every nerve in your body.

After having found and joined on his page for a few of his group live sessions, you knew you desperately needed something more intimate than what you were paying for. You now knew the intoxicating tease of his low voice and needed it all for yourself. The first time you heard him whine out Oh, just like that. Wish I could feel your soft hand wrapped around me. God-- needa feel your warm lips wrapped around my cock leave the speakers of your laptop as you watched him pump himself furiously, whining and bringing himself closer and closer to the edge, you needed to hear your name fall from his lips-- even if it was just your username.

That’s what got you here, sitting at your laptop at 8:57 on a Thursday night, dressed in nothing but a matching black lace panty set. 9 pm was your time together. After seeing your tips come in a few times over the course of a few months, he knew you well enough by username-- Cherry-- and looked forward to your private sessions.

He wouldn’t be able to see what you were wearing but after the first mind-blowing session you had together, he made a list of rules he expected you to follow. One of them was to always wear something sexy, reasoning that his Cherry deserved the best.

You quickly place an order for dumplings from your favorite Chinese food place, knowing it would get to your apartment just after tonight’s session and you’d need to eat afterward.

Placing your phone down, the face of your laptop lit up with the knowing signs his connection was about to go through. His broad chest popped up, basically taking up the entirety of your screen, metal arm looking as pretty as ever. He was wearing a tight black shirt with fitted black jeans and a belt that clearly wasn’t needed-- only wearing it to tease you. It would only make getting his pants off that much harder and he loved how impatient you could get.

“Hi baby girl, missed you. Been looking forward to our time together all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about my Cherry.” You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk on his face as he said it.

Your chest swells at “my Cherry”, and you quickly lean forward to your keyboard, already typing out your greeting as soon as his voice filled your room.

Hi Jamie, been thinking of your cock all day

You watched as his chest moved as he chuckled at your message, “Yeah baby? All day?” He moves his hands so they are in perfect view of the camera, metal softly tracing above his annoying belt buckle while his flesh hand slowly moves up and down his thigh, taunting you, showing you that you’d never actually get to lightly trace his thick legs you dreamed of so often.

All day Jamie, even had to stop from touching myself like you asked me to

One of the rules he had set for you was about touching yourself during the days where you guys had sessions booked. He was the only one allowed to get you off on those days. It drove you both crazy, knowing that he had the power over you without even knowing you.

He moans softly reading your message and traces his hand over the growing outline of his cock through his jeans. “That’s my good girl, always doing what I ask. You’re gonna touch yourself soon, okay? Gotta get you warmed up first pretty girl.”

You whine and nod your head as if he could see you, but the low chuckle he lets out tells you he knows the power his words hold over you.

Please Jamie, been hot all day thinking about you

“And what’ve you been thinking about?” he groans out, thinking of you clenching your legs together all day at the thought of him, being so good for him not touching yourself to relieve your need. He starts slowly undoing the buckle of his belt while he softly palms himself with his forearm.

Your gorgeous thighs, wish i could be between them.

“Oh Cherry, what else? Need that baby, need more.” Removing his belt, his fingers tease their way towards the hem of his tight shirt.

Riding your thigh and jerking you off Jamie, been dying to.

So wet just thinking about you

There was a lot of truth to that. You didn’t even need to get yourself into a mood to talk with him. It flowed so freely, you never imagined feeling something for a man you’d only meet through a laptop, but here you were, wishing you could do every dark and perverted fantasy you’d ever had with him.

He groans and moves his hand to palm at his growing crotch while he brings his metal one slowly up his torso to finish removing his shirt. “If only you knew Cherry, want that so bad. I know you’d be such a good girl for me. My dirty girl, getting herself off on my thigh, ain’t that right baby?”

You felt a shiver rip through you at his words while you watched him palm himself harder and quickly moved to type Yes Jamie, so good for you. Need it so bad.

You felt your thighs becoming sticky and you hadn’t even laid a finger on yourself yet.

“Cherry, play with those perfect tits-- God I know they’re amazing. Wish I could be the one teasing them baby.”

Need you to touch me Jamie

Sending the chat, you bring your hands to play with your lace-clad nipples, imagining what it would be like to have his giant hands on you, teasing and toying at your hard buds.

“Unh baby, you wearing a bra like a good girl? Take it off. Need to feel those pretty nipples. Can you do that for me?” He brings his hands up his stomach as his abs contract. You watch as his metal hand goes over his nipples, shivers left in its wake as the cool feel of the metal and air works its magic.

You whimper as you quickly work to remove the black lace and throw it absent-mindedly across the room. You immediately bring your hands back to your boobs, squeezing them and tugging at your nipples. Your hands just aren’t big enough to help your imagination wander crazy with thoughts of what he’d feel like. Bringing one hand down to your keys you type out

Not enough, hands aren’t big like yours. Need yours Jamie

He whines reading the message and he quickly coughs to try and cover it up, not wanting to show just how crazy you make him. “Pretty girl, suck on your fingers. Get ‘em nice and wet for me. Bring ‘em to your nipples, pretend they’re like my tongue baby. God, you want that? Wanna feel my mouth on you?”

You whimper doing as he says and feel a new wave of shivers overcome you. Bringing your free hand down you quickly type Need your mouth everywhere

Your lace panties are completely soaked by now, but you were waiting for his instruction before you dared to touch them. You had to be good for him, you already made it this far. But what would happen if you didn’t wait? You’d never been bold to do something like that before. It’s not like he could actually do anything to you if you disobeyed him, he was only in your laptop screen. But then again, you were desperate to know how he’d react.

A new wave of excitement overcame you as you made your mind up. Slowly bringing one hand down to your waist just above your panties, you toy with the skin there a bit nervously, trying to work up the courage to touch yourself before he instructs you to.

The sight of him pushing his jeans down his legs to reveal his throbbing cock, leaking red and angry against his stomach, sans underwear was enough to push you. He didn’t wear underwear to tease you? Okay-- you didn’t need underwear then either. The surge of bratty confidence overwhelming you, you shiver as the cold air hits your wet center while removing the fragile lace.

Moving one hand up to toy with your nipple, you bring the other down to your aching center. You shudder as your cool fingers dip into your wetness, swiping around your slit and dragging some to coat your clit. Rubbing slow circles, you drop your head back and listen to him talk while he pumps himself.

“Can just imagine your mouth on my neck, on my cock, your warm tongue playing with me. Drives me crazy, I know that tongue of yours is magic, yeah? Witty mouth like yours, know that mouth is heaven, Cherry.”

You whine and speed up your movements, plunging two fingers into your dripping entrance while flicking your thumb on your sensitive nub. You were already so close, so worked up from just the sight of him pleasuring himself and the thought of ignoring his rule.

Bringing your other hand down to your keyboard you wait a second thinking of just the right thing to say. What will get him going?

Smirking and rolling your hips into your hand slowly, you type out

Mhmm my fingers too Jamie. Wish you could feel them right now

they feel so good

His movements completely stop when he sees what you wrote. You see his shoulders and chest tighten and his cock twitch in the open air of his room. You continue your movements, slowly, knowing just the amount of pressure to apply that will keep you on edge and wanting more but also in anticipation of what he’ll do. You add another finger.

“What do you mean, they feel so good, Cherry?” You practically feel the venom-laced words dripping from his lips slapping harshly against your aching center. You whine and feel your walls clench around your fingers at his deep tone. He is not happy.

Pleased with his reaction, you bargain for more

They feel so good inside me

Wish they were yours

So wet, could fit my whole hand

Bet your huge cock couldn’t fit

Need you to stretch me Jamie

My fingers aren’t enough

He whines pathetically and you watch his cock throb angrily, pre-cum leaking from his almost purple tip. He brings his metal hand down to his cock and slides his thumb over his slit, spreading his pre-cum around his length. He flicks his wrist a bit at his base and starts pumping himself while bringing his other hand down to fondle with his balls.

“Can’t believe you think you can touch yourself without permission.” He growls, clearly taking his frustration with you out on his angry cock. He moans as he pulls at his heavy sack, metal hands going back to circle at his tip just the way he likes. “You’re not coming tonight,” he barks, furiously working his member, “Only good girls get to cum. You’re gonna watch as I get myself off, Cherry, because that’s what girls who don’t listen have to do.”

You whimper at the thought of not coming and having to watch him get off, but you’re just so close. You could feel the coil in your lower stomach grow tighter and tighter and a few more brushes at your clit and you’d be seeing stars. But you already disobeyed him enough tonight. What if you obeyed and just told him otherwise? He’d never know. And you loved seeing this new frustrated side of him.

I don’t know Jamie, I’m the one with my hand in my warm pussy right now

He moans and starts pumping himself faster. “Not fair, baby. You know I’d give anything to touch you. Please! God just-- Cherry you are not coming. Take your hand out of my pussy now!” The low growl of his voice had your head spinning. How were you supposed to stop now? You were far too gone.

Your pussy feels incredible around my tiny fingers Jamie

Can’t wait to watch you finish with me

You can tell by his trembles and cries how close he is and how annoyed he is at the situation. His legs are shaking and his chest and stomach have a light sheen of sweat on them. He looks so beautiful. “Stop being a damn brat! I’ll end this call right now Cherry. Right before I finish.”

No he won’t. He physically can’t, you know what his body looks like right at the brink of completion. And he enjoyed this too much.

Not if I end it first

Watching his orgasm overcome him, you hear him moan loudly and beautiful chants of your name leave your laptop speakers and fill your room. You keep circling harshly at your clit and bring your other hand up to your pinch at your nipple, the last touch you need before a loud thumping in your ears and a sea of white overtakes you.

“What am I going to do with you?” he groans out, his intense orgasm still racking through his body. Hot white ropes of his release leaving his throbbing member, covering the skin of his tight abs and metal arm. “You are something else.”

You smile, your breathing trying to return to normal as you say your goodbyes in the chat.

Oh, you enjoyed it baby. Xo

He smiles, and you hear him chuckle and blow you a kiss.

Shutting your laptop closed without even bothering to exit the site, you smile brightly still trying to catch your breath. He was so hot angry. Where did your confidence come from?

The knock at the door brings you out of your pleasured daze and you quickly wipe yourself up and grab your robe to slip into to go grab the food.

Opening the door to your apartment, you’re greeted with the aroma from the delivered bag on the floor mat and your next-door neighbor Bucky, just closing and locking the door to his apartment. Catching your eye, he nervously waves and sends one of his warm smiles your way. He seems a bit out of it, hair disheveled and a warm flush on his face.

“Hey Y/N! Chinese? Sounds good. About to go get some myself.” His smile was so infectious. It made you want to invite him inside to share yours but you changed your mind when you quickly glanced down to note you were only wearing a thin robe and you must still appear flustered from your session with James.

After months of subtly trying to get Bucky to spend some time with you, you reasoned he was just reserved and closed off, not trying to take it too personal how he never seemed to play into your advances. He was always so kind, so it could be worse.

But there he was, looking a bit flustered himself but delicious as ever in his signature leather jacket and matching gloves you never see him without. You can’t help but wonder what was hiding beneath all the leather every time you heard his precious giggle light up the entirety of his face. He was so beautiful. And after that empowering session with James, you feel a sudden air of confidence take over you.

“You know Bucky, we’ve been neighbors for how long now? 6 months? You ever gonna take me up on my Friday night movie offer?” You smirk leaning against your doorframe holding the bag of dumplings you could care less about right now.

His face blushes even more so and he smiles softly looking at the floor. Shaking his head with a slight chuckle, he looks up and his eyes nearly knock the wind out of you. Stepping a bit closer to you he breathes out, “Yeah uh, yeah actually I am. That sounds nice Y/N. Tomorrow okay? I’ll bring wine?” His shy demeanor was going to be the death of you. He was nothing like your James, and that made you want Bucky even more.

The spark and fire that James brought out of you in your video sessions was absolutely perfect. He helped you regain ownership of your sexuality. But there was something just so appealing about how sweet Bucky always was. Someone like that was missing in your life and he seemed perfectly matched for you. Maybe after tomorrow night, you wouldn’t need to call James anymore. Maybe the sweetness of Bucky was the new flame you needed to kindle.

“Sounds perfect Buck, I’m a merlot kind of girl, hope that’s okay with you.”

He smiles widely at this and shakes his head, “More than okay with me, doll.” As you smile widely at him about to turn back into your apartment, you notice the left sleeve of his jacket slide up and get caught on his elbow.

No. It can’t be.

Your eyes widen and you feel your heart start to race at the sight of the small gleam of metal staring back at you, almost mocking you. He catches your gaze on his arm and he nods knowingly, disappointed in your reaction. You were just another person freaked out by his arm, and not even the entirety of it. Just from the small sliver now showing, just proving why he always covered up.

He shuffles his gloved hands around a bit, “Yeah uh, my uh arm isn’t exactly my arm. If you know what I mean. That’s why I usually wear these damn things. If it freaks you out I can uh. I ca--”

“No!” You yell shaking your head furiously, moving closer towards him, hoping the nearness eases his concern.

It’s him.

There’s no mistaking that beautiful metallic shine.

Your Jamie.

The thought of him feeling like he has to cover it so people don’t react exactly how you idiotically just did hurts your heart. But how do you let him know it’s because you’re his 9 pm on Thursdays? How do you let him know that you’re a customer of his? A customer that he frequently gives mind-blowing orgasms to through a screen to a person who unknowingly happens to be living right next door.

“No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you think-- I mean. I am not freaked out, I promise. I’d never… no. It’s just surprising, that’s all! You always have it covered. It’s uh, real pretty Ja- uh Bucky. Should show it more.” Cringing at your horrendous attempt, you quickly add, “So tomorrow at 7?”

The look on his face lightened a bit, but you still could sense the apprehension of your pathetic attempt to cover up why you actually got so flustered. How was this even going to work? Pretend you never paid him for his services? Pretend you haven’t seen all of his gorgeous body so much so that you fantasize daily about it? Pretend you didn’t develop feelings through a screen only to find he’s your incredibly perfect and shy next-door neighbor?

You smile a bit, thinking of how different he is from his online persona. Online he’s so confident and certain and dominating. In person, he’s just a shy little angel.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

He lets a soft smile sit on his lips at the sight of yours. “Sure Y/N, tomorrow. Night, then.” He turns quickly leaving you at your door watching him walk away. When he turns the corner you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

Holy shit.

Bucky is James. Bucky is James.

Tomorrow couldn’t seem to roll around any slower. Your anxiety was at an all-time high. What if he didn’t want to see you anymore after he found out? What would his reaction be? Would he be freaked out that you’ve been paying him and he’d want nothing to do with you? Should you even bother telling him? Of course you had to, it felt like an invasion of privacy at this point. Maybe you were making it all up. Anyone could have a metal prosthetic. This is all just some big coincidence.

You hear a heavy knock at the door and feel your heart throbbing in your ears. Going to open the door, you brush down the front of your top and fix the zipper of your jeans before letting him in.

Bucky is standing there in a short sleeve shirt, jeans, holding a bottle of red wine, without his jacket or gloves. The sight of the arm up close nearly makes you pass out. Yep, there’s no mistaking it. James is Bucky.

He catches you staring and smiles softly, “Hey Y/N, figured I’d let my arm breathe for the night. Is that okay with you?” Before he could even get the question out you were excitedly nodding your head at him.

“More than okay. I meant it, it’s real pretty Buck.” You grab the wine from his hand and gesture for him to follow you into your apartment. You can’t help but notice the growing blush that blooms along his neck and face at your comment. It’s soft and radiant, just like him and his damn arm.

Looking at him scan your apartment and take in his surroundings, you open your arms as if to say welcome to my small place, hope you find what you’re looking for. He chuckles at your nervous body language and it immediately calms some of your nerves. Some of them; there’s still that other big issue you have yet to figure out how to disclose.

“So what movie were you planning on showing at this Friday movie night event of yours?” Shit. You almost forgot why he was here. “Don’t exactly see a TV anywhere Y/N, you know, so we could watch a movie.” He smirks at you, clearly catching you off guard.

Laughing softly, you point your head towards your bedroom, “My uh laptop is in there. I don’t have a TV but I promise, the screen on my laptop is pristine. Perfect for the couch too,” you wink. “Let me go get us some glasses and you grab my computer and set it up on the table for me, okay?” He smiles at you and turns towards your bedroom door.

You let your shoulders relax for a second and close your eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, you try and get control of your nerves. Everything is fine, he is here, you’re here, everything will be okay, he wants to be here with you.

You feel your nerves dissipate until you look up to see Bucky standing in the doorway of your room, a shit-eating grin covering the entirety of his face.

Walking into the living room with your laptop in his hands, you suddenly remember the last time you used your laptop the night before and the last site you had been on. His web page, the one you forgot to exit out of. How could you be so stupid?

The look of pure satisfaction on his face as he met your wide and frightened eyes was enough to tell you he’d figured it out. He knew now.

He turns your laptop and smiles with his eyes, taunting you so that the screen is showing his sculpted chest on display at the top of his page. He sucks his teeth at you and tuts disapprovingly, “This how you wanted me to find out? Paying me to get you off all this time, I’ve been right next door. Hmm? How long you know it was me, Cherry?” You gulp and feel a pool of wetness envelop the underwear now sticking to you as the shy and sweet demeanor of Bucky now fades. You couldn’t manage to get any words to come out of your gaping mouth. This is the James you know-- only it was actually Bucky. Looking at you with a burning hunger in his eyes, he closes the laptop and places it on the table.

He slowly starts removing his shirt while stalking towards you, eyes and piercing smile never leaving your shocked face. Your body can’t help but shiver lightly as he corners you in towards your living room. No amount of screen time could’ve ever prepared you for the feeling of seeing his body and his beautiful arm in all its glory right in front of your face. Tangible and present, you couldn’t help but reach out to touch him.

He hums, puckering his lips teasingly and shaking his head. “I don’t remember saying you could touch me,” he squints his eyes at you while bringing his metal hand to grasp your chin. Bowing down to your eye level, he squeezes at your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat. He chuckles darkly, “Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t appreciate your behavior lately. What happened to my good girl?”

His eyes travel down towards your lips and he licks his own, internally fighting the terrible urge he has to give in and kiss you. Glancing back up into your lust-filled eyes, he gains back some of his composure. He brings his other hand to stroke at the side of your face, “You don’t get to touch me since you want to be a brat. You don’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. Don’t have a screen to hide behind this time huh? Can smell my pussy crying for me to stop already. You’re gonna let me ruin you tonight-- ruin my perfect little pussy. Ain’t that right, Cherry?”