#hamburger jewelry

[darlingdeerart]

Rainbow Fountain burger, for the select few that would enjoy wearing a burger around their neck~

[mcmadcanvas]

Two pairs of clay earrings i finished painting today! Just have to add a sealant to protect the paint and I can start assembling the jewelry.

Im either going to keep these or try to sell them at an art booth, but if youre interested, shoot me a message, and I can quote you for a custom pair!

[littlefleamart]

(earrings by 9952deb on ebay)

[rollinrockabilly]

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[lunajay33]

Been Waiting

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Summary: You and Happy have been secretly together behind your family for a year, but when the club goes into lockdown and the only room left for you is Happys dorm things start to unravel, all the secrets come out

Pairing: Happy Lowman x f!reader

Includes: Age Gap, Violence, Pregnancy

•Masterlist•

•1 Year Ago•

There was a new member to the group who was coming back after being a Nomad for awhile so Mom, the SAMCRO mother, had me help get things ready for the welcoming home party

I wasn’t as involved with the group things as my mother, father and brother are seeing as I’m still in my early twenties they wanted to keep me away from the danger and chaos

But I was always excited for a party, especially a SAMCRO party, I finished up helping with the food in the kitchen, changing into black Jean shorts, a v cut longsleeve white t shirt, black cowgirl boots, and matching silver jewelry with adorning onyx gemstones

I pull into the lot and the party is already started, members all over the place celebrating and drinking, some fighting in the ring while others watched and bet, I found mom and went to check on her

“Hey sweetheart, looking pretty nice for all these slimy guys” she smirks as she sets out some hamburgers

“Well I wanted to look my best for the new member to join the family, now where is he?” She nods as she points over to one of the fires where a man sits, eyes piercing black, sleeves of tattoos and my heart clenches in my chest, never have I seen a member like this but there was something about him that drew me in

I take a hamburger and put it on a plate and get a fresh beer, making my way over to him I sit and he turns to me not saying a word just watching…..observing

“I hear you’re the newcomer, thought I’d welcome you to the family myself!” I smile as I hand him the burger and beer, he takes it hesitantly but his shoulders seem to relax

“You a croweater?” He asks his voice raspy sending a thrilling chill through me

“What no, I’m Jax’s sister” his eyes go wide for a split second

“Didn’t know, never seen you around before” he takes a swig of the cool beer

“Yeah they’ve been hiding me away for a while now, but I’ve convinced them to let me come around more” he grunts as his eyes subtly glance over my exposed thighs

“Good”

•

After that day I started dropping by the club more just to get a glimpse of him or anything really, sure it may sound desperate but that man was all I could think about, he was so mysterious it enticed me, when you grow up in this town with guys knowing your family they weren’t too keen on trying their luck, but Happy is apart of this world

I turn the corner heading to Jax dorm to pass out, completely exhausted from cleaning up after one of the guys drunken ragers they had the night before, when I bump into a firm chest

“Shit sorry lil girl” that nickname oh god he was killing me, looking up I catch his gaze as they roam my body, he’s gotten more comfortable with me since the first night we meet, Jax told me he’s not one for trusting immediately

“No it’s my fault I’m just tired, didn’t see where I was going” I say rubbing my eyes his hands still on my shoulders

“Guys got you running around?” His voice dropping a level like he was mad

“Mom says it’s my job, I have to clean up after everyone, and the guys sure like to make a mess” I try to laugh it off but he’s not laughing

“Come you’re sleeping in my room” he leads me with no hesitance to his dorm, its clean unlike Jax’s

I sit on the bed and he throws me on of his white shirts

“Get comfortable and relax lil girl” then he was gone leaving me with so many feelings

•Present•

It’s been a year since the first moment I meet the love of my life, sure we had an age gap but I didn’t care and he didn’t either, he treated me amazingly unlike how some members treat their woman, even though Jax is my brother he’s a prick to girls, can’t keep his emotions in check, or his dick in his pants, but with Happy I never have to worry about what he’s doing when I’m not there because he’s mine and I’m his, and he reassures me every chance he gets in his own ways

I huff as I strip out of my clothes and unhook my bra as happy lays in the bed, I walk to the mirror and pull my hair back into a messy bun and pull on one of his SAMCRO shirts

“You know I love you in my shirts but your sexy as hell without them lil girl” he grunts making me laugh at his filthy mind

I crawl in next to him and he immediately wraps his arms around me, my head to his chest, I trace my finger gently over his multitude of tattoos

“Think the guys are catching on” he says as he hand lifts the bottom of my shirt resting on my lower back

“How?”

“Well before you I was all over the ladies, think they see I’m not messing around”

“Ever the ladies man, but how could they connect that I’m the only woman you want hmmm?” I tease as I brush my fingers over his cheekbone and he looks down at me

“Sooner or later someone will catch us, you’re not the quietest girl” he smirks tapping my ass

“Hey I can’t help that you fuck me just right”

“You got that right”

•

At the garage I’m sorting through some papers to help mom out since everyone’s been so busy with the white power group coming to town

Hearing the rumble of the bikes we head outside seeing the guys pull up, seeing Happy on his bike always did something to me, weak in my knees seeing him in his kutte showing his muscles and tattoos, all I want to do in that moment is run over like Tara and mom are doing but I can’t, so I just lean against the building as our eyes meet so a while

Chucky comes out of the shop with a burger in hand to see the guys, he was a little ray of sunshine around the place but when the smell of the meat hits me my stomach flips, I run to the garbage can next to the shop and empty everything I’ve eaten today

“Shit are you okay?” He asks worried, I wipe my mouth and nod trying to catch my breath, he helps guide me to the steps to the office to sit down

Looking up happy is crouched in front of me the worry written all over his face

“Sick?” He asks putting his hand on my knee and I feel a little better just at his touch

“I don’t know, just hit me I’m sure I’m fine” looking behind him I see the guys taking glances at us, confused as to why Happy cared

“They’re watching” I whisper as I place my hand ontop of his

“Don’t care right now, had to check if you’re okay” he grumbles

“Are you getting soft on me Happy?”

“Soft? Never and you know that lil girl” he smirks before squeezing my hand and heading back to the guys

I know it’s not just sickness, I’ve been late for my period for 2 months and I’m only now just realizing

I get my purse and head to my car when mom stops me

“And where are you going little lady?”

“I just need to head to the store quickly, need anything?”

“No sweetheart you go, don’t be long”

Driving to the store my mind is racing, how do I tell him? We haven’t really talked about kids, we haven’t even told anyone we’re together let alone having a baby together

I speed through the store getting the test and going to the bathroom, the ten minutes were the slowest of my life

When the timer on my phone goes off my hands are shaking as I take the test and turn it over

Two lines……I’m pregnant

•

I feel the anxiety in my body the whole day even when I’m at home alone nothing can ease me right now except the man I need to tell

The door to my place opens like every other night and it’s Happy, he throws off his boots and slumps down on the couch next to me sighing as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple

“You still feeling sick Angel?” He only used Angel when he was worried

“I have something I need to tell you Hap” his eyes bore into mine telling me to go on

“I wasn’t just sick, I’ve been missing my period for two months, I took a test……I’m pregnant” he was still not a single emotion on his face as his eyes went from mine to my stomach

“I know it’s a lot, we haven’t even talked about it” he gets up and he’s out the door just as quick as he came leaving me with a whole in my heart, I never thought of all his reactions he’d leave

I feel the tears pool and can’t help but let them fall, if he leaves I’ll be alone and I won’t even be able to talk to anyone about it, I just want him he’s all I’ve ever wanted and I’m keeping this little baby no matter what happens

•

I get ready for work the next day, my eyes red and puffy my hair a mess but I couldn’t bring myself to care at this moment, I walk into the shop and get to work

“Sweetheart you look like a mess, rough night?”

“You could say that” I groan rubbing my itchy eyes from all the tears I shed

She pats my shoulder and Chibs walks in dropping off another paper

“Thanks”

“Ye alright las?” He asks as he leans against the desk next to wear im sitting

“Not really Chibs, feels like my world is crumbling and I’m all alone”

“Happy?” My heart stops I look up at him with wide eyes and he just smiles

“What? I…..how did you find out”

“It’s easy, for me atleast, say the way he looks at ye, never seen him care if someone was sick before” I sigh

“Don’t tell anyone please it’s….complicated right now… have you seen him today?”

“Nah, his bike ain’t here yet” I was starting to get worried, the more time went passed the more it felt like he’s really gone

•

It’s mid day and a bunch of cars pull up, mostly woman and kids, confused I go to Jax

“What’s going on?”

“We gotta go into lockdown, zobelle is getting too cocky, can’t risk someone else getting hurt”

“Oh should I go grab an overnight bag?”

“Yeah go quick you should be fine” I left driving quickly to my place, throwing together a bag, some clothes, makeup, perfume, all the necessities

I lock up and turn bumping into a chest making me squeal in surprise

“Whyre you here alone” that gravelly voice, happy

“I…..Jax said I’d be fine to go alone…..where have you been?” I ask looking up at him with a lump in my throat, his eyes ever piercing

“Let’s get you back” he lifts me onto the back of his bike, strapping my helmet on and gets infront of me as we drive off in silence

Getting to the lot I feel so many mixed emotions, does he still love me, was this just an order to come get me

“The place is pretty filled I don’t know where you’re going to stay sis” Jax says, he always seemed to take care of everyone else before me

“She’ll stay in my room, safest place” Jax gives us both a look but nods

Happy takes my bag and we go to his room and when I step in all that doubt is gone, looking around the room my heart is filled with a joy like no other, a bassinet in the corner, a changing station with little SAMCRO blankets and beanies

“Been working on it all night” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed

I turn back to him standing between his legs and his hands come to rubs my hips

“So you want this? You wanna have this baby with me?”

“Hell yeah, when you told me I was shocked, shit I should’ve stayed but you know I’m not great with that emotional shit” I run my hands over his shoulders and he drops his head to rest on my belly

“I know but next time don’t leave me Hap, if you need to leave the room and collect your thoughts I get it but walking out on me…..I thought you were gone for good” his head snaps up as he tightens his grip

“You know you’re mine, you’re not getting rid of me now lil girl” I love when his possessive side comes out

“It’s gonna be a boy” he grumbles matter of fact

“No it’ll be a girl, I see you as a girl dad”

“Yeah we’ll see about that” he pulls me down onto the bed hovering over me

“Do we tell the others or let them guess why you have baby shit in your room and why I’m sporting a baby bump without them knowing I have an old man”

“I like sneaking you around, makes it hot”

“Oh really, well Chibs already figured us out, guess we wait to see how long it takes the rest”

•

Sitting around a table for dinner, everyone’s having chili and fries, sat next to Chibs and Happy, across from us is Jax Tigs and Tara

“Sis want a beer?” Jax asks trying to hand me one but Happy takes it instead

“Oh I’m good still feeling a bit sick” I lie as happy takes a sip of the beer like it was no big deal but the guys gave us a look

“Am I missing something here?” Tigs asks

“No?”

Chucky comes out of the back straight to Happy

“Hey happy sir, what’s with the baby stuff in your room” chucky was always scared of happy, as he should

“What the hell were you doing in my room” he growls staring daggers at him

“I…..Gemma wanted me to drop of something for y/n and she’s staying in your room” I look back at the others and I can see things click

“Wait wait wait, happy you better explain yourself” Jax groans

“It’s private” I place my hand on his thigh under the table trying my best not to smirk, everyone knows happy keeps things private so they didn’t ask much further, mostly out of fear

Looking next to me to Chibs he gives me a knowing smile of congrats, he leans in whispering

“Bit old for ye aye lassy” he laughs making me blush

“Even better”

After supper I’m feeling tired from the roller coaster of a day, deciding to head to bed early

The crew hanging around the poll tables

“I’m gonna head to bed, night guys” without a second though and almost on instinct I lean up and pull happy into a kiss and walk off not even thinking twice about it until arms are wrapped around me carrying me back to the guys, juice sits me down on the table and every is just looking at me shocked

“What? Did I do something wrong?” Happy stands across from me smirking

“You just kissed me lil girl” my face completely flushed as I look at everyone around me wanting to shrink in on myself

“Lil girl? What the hell when did you start calling her that?” Clay asks and a chill runs down my spine he was always very protective

“Look it was just a mistake, just a thank you for helping me today” I try to intervene

“You sure?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow

“Come on Angel just tell them” happy grumbles wrapping his arms around my waist after I jump down from the table

“Are you sure?” I ask looking up and back at him, his hands placed over my belly, he nods and grunts in agreement

“I’m Happys ol lady”

“Uuuuuuuuuh since when?” Juice asks dumbfounded

“About a year, kinda hit it off during his welcome party”

“A year? And out of everyone happy that psycho” Tigs says making happy laugh

“I like them a little crazy, plus he makes me feel like an angel”

“You better or you’re dead” clay says

“Hold up a minute……the baby shit in your room happy? Are you pregnant sis?”

“Yeah, just found out today” the guys cheer congratulating us both

“Must be pretty pussy whipped to finally settle down brother” Tigs adds making me smack him up side the head

“You’re just jealous”

“Yeah she’s all mine, you’re stuck with pass arounds, I got the best piece of ass out there” happy smirks as he smacks my ass making me blush, shit I love this man

•

It’s been a few days now of this lock down and I was going a little crazy and these pregnancy cravings were kicking in high gear

Sighing I sit at the bench outside the club waiting for the guys to get back, too many people in there and I can’t stand the constant chatter, I like my peace and I always got that with Happy

Halfsack comes out and sits across from me, he’s sweet he’s around my age so we get along well

“Who’re you feeling? Heard you’re pregnant!”

“Fine just reeeeeeeeally hungry, I want a chocolate brownie milkshake and pizza but I can’t leave” he laughs

“Want me to order it for you?”

“Please! I’ll put in a good word for you with the infamous Tacoma killer” he perks up like a little boy and whips out his phone

“I’m on it!”

We wait a while and the gates open and the guys pull into the lot just in time for Half sack to get my food coming back and placing it infront of me, a whole pizza and a large milkshake making me look ridiculous as the guys come over

“A little hungry there lassy” Chibs laughs and I look down embarrassed

Happy leans down next to me kissing my temple

“The baby has cravings and I’m hungry” I groan

“No one comments on what she eats again” happy growls as he hands me my drink and opens the box for me

“Yeah he’s totally pussy whipped”

“Watch yourself tiggy don’t think I won’t beat your ass just because I’m pregnant” I say making everyone laugh

•

It’s been 5 months and I’m about 7 months along now, today we are having the baby reveal at the club, mom insisted we celebrate since it’ll be a new member to the family, walking into the club with Happy, his hand on my lower back guiding me along, he’s become extra touchy with me since he found out I was pregnant

“Okay everyone put in your guesses on what you think the baby will be!” Mom says going around from each person

“Definitely a boy” Jax said

“Nah man Happys totally a girl dad” tig adds and chibs agrees

“I’m with Jax it’s a boy” juice cheers, Opie agrees, halfsack says it’ll be a girl, dad thinks a boy and mom does too

“From mothers intuition I think it’s a little girl”

“So I’ll have two lil girls now” happy whispers to me

“No im your lil girl, this’ll be your baby girl” he smiles rubbing my belly

“Come on you two plenty of time for that on your own time let’s find out!” Mom says motioning for us to come up, she hands us both guns, paint ball guns with a target we’re meant to shot

“Alright 3…..2….1!” We both shoot and pink paint explodes across the targets, I scream jumping into Happys arms

“I told you!!!!” I can’t believe I’m have a little girl, happy holds me close and kisses my temple

“I’m gonna protect you both for the rest of my life lil girl” and in that moment I knew he was all I’ll ever need

•

Taglist: @mamawiggers1980 @samcrosfaith

[tricksh0t]

★ helping hand (Hamburger Helper)

☾ jaime lannister x m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ dw about the hamburger helper its a joke

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 2.14k words

cw: handjob, frotting, spit, sub Jaime, dubcon, swearing

Jaime is stressed. Actually, Jaime Lannister is stressed, because all his troubles seem to stem from his house duties.

Jaime knew that his father, Tywin Lannister, Hand of the King, seasoned army commander, war winner, and expert at giving disappointed looks was likely to strip him of his titles and send him back to Casterly Rock to continue the family line if he so much as made a single mistake, even going as far as taking back his words of disowning him, now that his little brother, Tyrion, was a very persecuted criminal. A breeding mare, he would be, because as much as Jaime hates to think about it, he is a one-handed knight who lost his sword hand.

If there's something he has, it's his cock, and it works; but he can't say it stands proud anymore, because his secret sister-wife Cersei denies him so much as a hand and he is nothing but blisteringly loyal to her.

So here he is, sexually, emotionally and physically frustrated, without his usual duties to fulfill like flaunting his sword.

The only thing that's not Lannister about his troubles is actually Tyrell, or rather, the cocky knight his new to-be-in-laws have brought with them from Hightower to become part of the King's Guard, you.

Already, you think yourself a God not to be fucked with, the second coming of Ser Meryn Trant, not for the asshole's skill but for his arrogance and blatant discourtesy.

What you have over Ser Meryn is actual skill as a swordsman, something you are right to be proud of, if you weren't so arrogant about it. Then there's your looks.

The Tyrells and Hightower love to be pretty. Margaery is a good match for his son already, despite what Cersei says, she is pretty on the outside as well as the inside. Loras, the Knight of the Flowers, is a popular bachelor, even though he has apparent, different tastes, he knows how to use his looks to fool a girl for his house duty. Olenna, though old, still decorates herself with the finest dresses and jewelry, almost as if it is second nature to her.

Naturally, you must be pretty too. You're not a Hightower kind of pretty, though, you're handsome, more rugged, scarred. You wear the Tyrell colors, their embroidery, their style, and yet you remain in Jaime's eye different.

It's too bad you're an asshole. He might've been good friends with you.

Jaime doesn't know why he's thinking about you while he's doing this. Initially, he'd just screwed his eyes shut to try to empty his mind and think of better things.

He tries to drift his attention towards what he usually likes, another's soft hands he's proud to have kept soft; long, flowing, and wavy blonde hair, emerald green eyes; but then he finds himself thinking of you again.

Rough hands that might just feel good on him, short hair, narrowed, mocking eyes, and another mocking smile to accompany them. Then muscles beneath armor, then muscles beneath nothing, then sweat and that sword hand wrapped around your sword and then imaginatively, wrapped around his cock.

And it's getting him off.

Imagining the hand he's got around him is yours is a filthy, guilty pleasure he'll never admit to, but it only helps that it's his left hand, because it feels foreign.

"Need a hand?"

Jaime jumps. His eyes snap open and he flings his hand away, only to sloppily pull up the sheets of his bed to cover himself decently.

"Just what are you doing here?" He asks, because he knows you've heard of knocking.

Evidently, you spy on the fact he hasn't gone soft. You continue taking steps forward. "I asked you a question first."

Jaime steels his dignity to speak next, "Jerking off is a one-handed thing, I'm afraid."

"Not going to take my so very kind offer?" You only stop nearing when you get to the edge of his bed.

You look down on him like you're in some position of power over him, even though he has all levels of seniority on you, because that is how you are. Cocky and arrogant and self-entitled.

Jaime sits up, but you push him back down, placing a hand on the unlaced front of his sleeping tunic, on his chest. His weak flesh hand comes up to fight yours, clutching at your wrist. His gold-plated, heavy hand is useless, and thus though he may not surrender, he cannot push you away.

You suddenly place your other hand beside his head, making him jump pathetically, but he is unable to go elsewhere as you lean down to whisper, "Let's not pretend that you do not fancy me, Kingslayer."

Your hand plays the part of a seductress, pushing his tunic loose around the top to caress at his hairless, toned chest. A warm touch, and he was right: a rough one too, the pads of your fingers are calloused.

"You swore an oath when you joined the King's Guard."

"You did too."

Jaime clicks his tongue at your audacity, looking up at you with narrowed eyes. You only return a smirk, that damned smirk, audacious and playful.

And then the seductress trails a path down the line between his pecs, down his sternum and abdomen, slipping below the covers to do so.

Jaime doesn't fight this time, in fact he lets go of your hand, and you can tell it's because he wants it.

His narrowed eyes change expressions, from an angry glare into a look that tells you he's watching you.

They only narrow further when you lift his tunic to trail your fingers not around his cock like you know he wants it, but down his happy trail. You take your sweet time swirling the short, thick hairs around your fingers in circles, thumbing at the end of the trail and the beginning of the tactile, trimmed bush. You switch from your whole hand to two fingers, tracing down the messy, crooked trail until you're almost at the base of his length.

Jaime is about to complain about how you edge right around it, but then you're suddenly grasping the base in one full hand.

He gasps.

Rough, is his first thought. Rough because of how tough the palm of your hand is, calloused and worked, and rough because you spare him no mercy in how tight you grip him.

"Softer, ass–" Your eyes silence him, that smirk again, you're in control of his pleasure. Jaime sighs, "please."

The pleasure lighting up in your gaze brings him no pleasure, not until you move your hand and, "Shit."

He tries to keep stoic, biting his lip to keep his mouth closed. It's a fight in it of itself, one he can fight. Though he has lost his swordsmanship, he has not lost the discipline and endurance that come with it.

However, the simple motion of your hand makes him want to roll his eyes back, even though you're barely doing him any good.

Already an electric shock fires through his body. His left hand feels foreign, yes, but it is slow and the fog of pleasure forming in his mind would make it sloppy. Your hand is perfect; actually foreign, big and motivated.

Jaime hasn't been the best swordsman in Westeros in a long time, and so he finds that he is losing his patience. The sexual frustration and this very moment are evidence of it, because he finds pleasure in all of it.

When your face leaves his view, it makes his eyes refocus. He looks down at you as you lean over his cock and not take it in your mouth, but let your spit drool over it.

"Fuck."

It's a sight, the new asshole of the Red Keep pleasuring him willingly, eagerly at that.

You spread the drool over his length evenly, but then only pay attention to his tip, thumb pressing against the slit and swirling.

His hand finds the back of your neck, an outward, sudden thing through the fog of pleasure and unmediated strength. "Don't make this impersonal, at least."

"If you can sit a while, darling."

Jaime rolls his eyes, but sits back and waits.

He's seen your body before, your boundless muscles and scarce scars, but of course he hasn't seen your cock.

You don't make a show for it, but his anticipation only makes things feel slower as he watches you undress. Just the faulds and scale groin guard, and then your pants and underwear, and the wait is much too long.

He reaches out to help, but you push his hand back against the headboard roughly. Jaime scoffs, and you only laugh in turn.

"Asshole."

You take your time, and Jaime takes his to watch. He bites his lip at the sight of your V line, but he focuses more on your hairy happy trail, lets his eyes follow it down the more you expose.

Your cock slaps your abdomen when you finally free it, and Jaime has to bite back an exclamation when he sees it.

He hadn't noticed, but precum had been dripping down his length as he watched. You press the tip of your cock against it, against his, collecting and spreading the pre around the both of you.

Jaime groans.

"Is it personal now?"

"Uh-huh." Jaime huffs breathlessly, eyes glued to what you're doing to him.

You straddle his legs and slowly press your cocks together lengthwise. He has no time to dwell on the size difference, before you're wrapping your hand around the both of you at the same time.

Jaime's breaths grow to match the pace of your hand, slow for now. His eyes close.

"Jaime."

"Hm?" Lazily, they open once more, only to widen when you part his lips and keep them open with your thumb at the corner of his lip.

Drool gathers at the bottom of his mouth forcibly, and he can't do much about it, not until you tell him to spit into your hand.

With his mind truly lost now, he obeys, and you soon spit into the same hand and use the mix to continue jerking the two of you off.

It's disgusting, a mix of your spit and his that will soon be accompanied by both of your seeds.

There's a wet squelch each time your hand reaches the top again, and that's disgusting too.

It's disgusting, but a part of him feels like he's missed this. A foreign hand, a sexual partner, pleasure like he's never had before, and he could only ever want more.

It's disgusting, but it's so fucking good.

Jaime's hips buck into your hand, wanting more and only more.

You're not selfish, either. The attention you pay to his cock makes it swell all the harder. It's almost as if you're servicing him, and only him.

When you add more spit into the mess, right on the tip of his cock, he yelps. His hand reaches for your wrist, and yet it does nothing to stop you.

He can't stop the moans from spilling from his mouth anymore, a steady "uh uh uh".

The coil in the pit of his stomach turns and turns, coiling and making him clench his stomach. He's close, so very close.

More pre weeps from the tip of his cock, and you swirl your finger around the tip, spreading it around.

Jaime's eyes focus once more on the movement. He winces, "Please."

But you're an asshole and he's forgotten that.

You wrap your hand around the both of you weakly, languidly dragging it up and down your cocks. It's not enough for him, not after how mind-blowing you were, not while he knows how mind-blowing you could be.

In a spurt of determination, Jaime's hand wraps right around yours.

No longer weak, his left hand guides the movement again, rough and fast that has his reactive hips bucking in tandem too.

You're very clearly amused but he does nothing about it.

No, he's in control now, doesn't need you.

Jaime chases after his pleasure, as he deems he rightfully deserves. He uses your hand like a vessel, a puppet, just to get off.

Hips bucking, pre and spit squelching, tip swollen red; it's instinctual, animalistic, the way he chases to snap the coil in his stomach with no regard for his energy.

When Jaime finishes, it's his first in a long time, and it has his entire body going limp.

His cum washes over the both of your lengths, but he's already got his eyes closed when it does. He doesn't know when you finish, only that it's later.

"Do I get a thank you?"

Jaime opens his eyes and looks at your now clothed body, then at his cock. His spit, your spit, his cum, yours. His nose turns up.

"No."

[taojjang]

𐙚 riize's quiet acts of love .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ masterlist! 𖦹 pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluffy fluff! warnings: so cute u might fall to the floor in tears

ಇ. synopsis: the smallest yet sweetest gestures that let you know he loves you to the end of the world, even without words.

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✩ shotaro ⸝⸝ taking photos of you!

you are the most beautiful part of taro’s life. he can’t contain his adoration for you whenever his eyes land on you. even in a crowd of hundreds, his eyes gravitate to you like second nature. but when you’re not around, he misses staring at you so much :( so he got a digital camera to capture every moment with you. it was because of you that he found his passion for photography! you could be getting dolled up for a date when snap! taro's standing behind you with his camera in hand, not to mention that silly smile on his face. "you looked too pretty!" even during simple walks to the corner store, he’ll take out his camera to snap a photo of a silly sticker on a lamppost because it reminds him of you. though that flashing light is irritating as hell, it all becomes worth it when you watch him click away on his camera and beam at your prettiest moments.

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝ keeping you warm/cool!

seok can’t stand seeing you uncomfortable. when you’re sick, it’s like hell for him. so he takes as many precautions as he can to make sure you stay healthy. on the coldest of days, he'll slip hand warmers into your pockets before you leave the house. even if the wind is only strong enough to blow your hair around just a bit, he’ll zip up your jacket and make you keep your hands in your pockets. but when it's scorching hot outside, he'll make sure to charge up a little portable fan to carry around with you. when you pass by stores, he'll always turn to you and ask if you want him to buy a drink to cool you down. seok needs to keep his baby comfy at all times!

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝ giving you the first bite!

food is channie’s love language and there’s only one thing he loves more than a good hamburger: his silly little lover. so of course he’ll prioritize your hunger over his! even when you go out to a restaurant together and he’s all antsy when the appetizers arrive, he’ll put the food on your plate and wait for you to try it before his fork even touches it. he'll impatiently stare at you, gripping the fork in his hand waiting for you to tell him if it's good or not. once you assure him you like it, he'll happily dig in! though he's generous enough to let you take the first bite, he can't guarantee he'll stay away from your food. "can i try some of that..?"

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝ fixing your jewelry!

your heart never fails to flutter whenever you’re caught up in your own business and binnie's hand suddenly brushes against your neck to fix your crooked necklace. during small conversations, wonbin will suddenly grab your hand while you’re talking and begin toying with your rings; sliding them up and down your fingers or twisting the bands. it's comforting to trace you through the silver and gold adorning your pretty frame. he just can't keep his hands to himself when you look so beautiful :(

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝ looking into your eyes!

seunghan can never take his eyes off of you. it’s such a simple yet heart-fluttering habit of his. whenever you’re deep into your work or telling him the most boring parts of your day, he’s always looking into your eyes with so much adoration. his gaze always reassures you how much he loves you and how precious you are to him <3 he also uses his adorably kitty stare to distract you from the fact that he isn’t processing a word you’re saying…

✩ sohee ⸝⸝ buying your favorite snacks!

on the way home from work or to your house, sohee always has to stop by the convenience store or even the bakery to pick up a sweet treat for his sweet baby. he always picks up small details about your preferences; some days you prefer sweet strawberry candies meanwhile on other days, you prefer deep savory brownies. somehow, sohee always knows exactly what you’re craving. “it’s my spidey senses! i’m spiderman!”

✩ anton ⸝⸝ booping your nose!

this one is quite silly but anton always has to boop your nose whenever you’re around. whenever you look irresistibly adorable, anton always lets out a giggle and leaves a delicate tap on your nose. or even when he knows you’re getting a bit angry with him, he’ll boop your nose to briefly take your mind off of it (which never works because it only makes you angrier, but hey! he finds your sulking so adorable..)

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(a/n: got a little carried away with shotaro... whoops 😅 hope u enjoyed!)

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[theartofwoompwoomps]

i headcanon that shigaraki would get matching jewelry with his (s/o), but if im being honest it might be matching clothes… more specifically matching socks lol

like i feel that his fashion sense isn’t the best,(toga definitely helps him) so the socks would probably be those funny strange patterned ones. Like hamburgers, dogs, game controllers, even the ones with memes! 

I bet he’d show it off too. Like that one scene where he’s discussing with overhaul and he puts his feet on his table. Overhaul would be so confused like, ??? Is this really the leader of the league???

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Masterlist

[kingkaisen]

𝐒𝐇𝐘!𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 is truly clueless when it comes to love, but not in the way you’d think.

He’s completely aware of his feelings for you, as well as the fact that he loves you strongly, however, he’s just not used to being cared for in such a romantic way.

He’ll kinda stalk you around your own home, hanging around in the entrance of every room you’re in as he builds up the courage to ask for a hug.

“Stop being so shy, Eren,” you teased, flipping a hamburger in the kitchen as he stood in the archway. “If you want something, just ask. It’s just me.”

You happened to be correct and completely wrong at the same time. It was you, true, but that’s exactly why the long-haired man stood there, fidgeting his hands.

“I don’t wanna bother you if you’re busy,” he said.

You were already making his favorite meal for dinner, already kissed his cheek randomly when he was simply sitting on the couch, so what right did he have to ask for a hug too? He was being greedy. Too demanding. Too annoying. He should probably just-

“Come here,” you motioned him over. “You have that look on your face. You’re not bothering me, baby.”

He hesitated, but he walked over, wrapping his arms around you as you turned the stove off and hugged him back.

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Now, Eren’s also equally as troubled when you are sad or when you want something, and he can’t figure out what it is.

Therefore, he’s always on Google, searching things such as “signs that your girlfriend is upset” or “how to cheer up your girlfriend” and taking note of everything he sees.

So, you’ll randomly discover little things that he decided to do for you in order to cheer you up, such as buying you your favorite dessert and flowers, or watching your favorite movie with you but pretending it’s his idea, all so you don’t feel guilty for making him sit through it.

Not only is he using that phone of his to search up things, but he also jots down little things he notices about you in his notes app, such as your favorite brand of bread or reminding himself to go back to the jewelry store and buy you that necklace you were staring at.

All in all, love is new and strange to the shy man, but he’s doing a great job without even realizing it.

The google search hc is based on a fic by @neptunes1nterweb!

[the-froschamethyst4]

Texas Rodeo

𖤐Pairing: Cowboy! Alejandro x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, fluff, language, dirty talking, P in V, kissing/making out, dangerous acts, groping, semi-public sex(?), Car sex, fingering, hand job,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro took his wife to her first Rodeo

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"Love you look so gorgeous," Alejandro say, coming up behind Y/n as she was getting ready in the bathroom.

"Is this appropriate for a rodeo?" She asks, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Oh yeah, mami, just perfect." He says, with a smirk on his face. She was in a light sage green summer dress, dark brown cowgirl boots, a matching cowgirl hat, and some silver jewelry.

"Should I pack some flats in case my feet hurt?"

"Yeah, I would take your flats, mami," he says, he moves her hair off the back of her neck and started kissing the back of her neck.

They both walked out of the bathroom and she takes some flats and placed them into her purse. Alejandro grabbed his keys and waited by the front door for Y/n, as she gathered what else she needed.

"Okay, I'm ready," she says, walking to him and taking his hand. They walked out of the house and he opened the passenger door of the truck letting her get in and shutting it when she was comfortable in the seat.

Alejandro started up his truck and left the driveway, one hand on the wheel and the other rested on her thigh.

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Alejandro opened the passenger door taking her hand and helping her out of the truck. They walked hand in hand together walking to the ticket booth, he handed the tickets over and walked in, his arm then going over her shoulders holding her closer to his side.

Alejandro wanted to go watch the rodeo but Y/n wanted a stuff animal from one of the venders doing kiddy games at the rodeo, she stops at the bottle toss, you know the game where it's rigged with small rings having to be tossed around the neck of a bottle.

Alejandro was the best at these sort of games, he knows the secrets to most of these games, and beating the bottle toss was just nothing to him and he could win it in those three tries.

"Alejandro, I want the cow," she says, pointing to the highland cow plushie.

"Sure, mami," Alejandro gave the vender some money and within seconds got all three rings on different bottles.

"You get to win a big prize. What would you like?" The vender asks.

"The highland cow," Alejandro pointed to the cow and the vender got it and gave it to Y/n. She smiled and hugged Alejandro's side.

"Thank you, babe," she says, kissing his jawline.

"No problem, anything for you," he says, kissing the top of her head. His arm was around her shoulders as they walked into the rodeo. The first act going on was the ladies doing Barrel Racing.

They found some seats and sat down Y/n hugged the stuffed cow between her arms as she watches the ladies and their horses. Alejandro leans back his arm behind her back.

Alejandro looks at Y/n seeing her dress had raised up a bit as she had sat down, he smiled at her and moved his hand to the helm of her skirt.

"What? Is something wrong?" She asks, turning to him.

"No, you just look perfect," he says.

Alejandro sits up and pulls her close to his side.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Texas Rodeo, today we have some very talented bull riders! Please Welcome in our boys-"

Alejandro clapped his hands and Y/n's stomach was growling.

"Alejandro, I'm hungry," she says, pulling at his dark gray t-shirt.

"Okay...here..." He hands her 30 bucks. "Get me something as well."

"You don't wanna come?"

"Nah, I wanna watch Jackson Crumb," he says. "I'll still be here, when you get back."

"Okay then, but you're watching him," she placed her cow plushie in his lap and walks off.

She looks around on where she should go. Corndogs? Nachos? Hamburgers? Fired things? Greasy shit? She doesn't know, what to get?

"Nachos it is," she walks to the vender asking for normal nachos and then one that is spicy, chips, cheese and cut up jalapenos for Alejandro, he likes hot and spicy things.

"Thanks," she says, giving the vender the money and headed back to the rodeo, seeing Alejandro still in the same spot, her cow plushie saving her spot and she excused herself trying to pass people and get back to Alejandro.

Most of them were nice older men and the others were obnoxious hicks making Y/n walk over their legs instead of them getting up and letting her pass. Once she makes it to Alejandro she gives him the spicy nachos.

"Thanks, amor," he says, kissing her temple.

"I couldn't think of anything, so nachos was the only decent choice."

"I understand, thanks again," he says as they both ate.

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Alejandro leaned back in his seat after the rodeo was finished now him and his wife were just getting ready to leave and walk around and play some games.

Alejandro looks at Y/n as she walks in front of him, she starts looking at other games they both could play together.

But there was something else Alejandro wanted to do. Every now and then wind will come and slightly move the bottom of Y/n's dress slightly exposing her underwear. She pushed the bottom of her dress down.

"Amor, come here," he takes her arm and pulls her to the family bathroom.

"Alejandro, hang on I don't need to-," before she could finish she was pushed into the bathroom and the door locked behind her.

"Please hush," he says, walking up to her and cupping her face and started to kiss her lips, his tongue being pushed past her lips, his tongue was dominate. He picks her up and placed her on the sink, standing between her legs.

He pushed the bottom of her dress up exposing her cute pink panties. He starts messing with his belt and Y/n helped him, fishing out his dick giving him a few pumps, he moans against her lips.

He moves his hands from her thighs and move them to her panties pulling them to the side and pushing his middle and ring finger inside of her.

"AH~ Fuck," she moans against his lips.

"Go faster, amor, I can handle it," he mumbles against her lips. She does what he says, pumping a bit quicker, her thumb going over his tip.

As she started to move quicker so did Alejandro's fingers, pumping quickly in and out her lower half. She moans and wants to close her thighs. Alejandro muffled her moans by kissing her lips.

"Calm down, mi amor, I don't want people hearing you just yet," he whispers to her.

"S-Sorry," she moans.

Alejandro moves away from her and bends down to see her wet pussy, he smirks and pulls her panties off her lower half. He stuffs them in his back pocket and pulls her off the sink.

"I'm keeping these till farther notice," he teases.

"Alejandro," she groans. Moving her thighs together because of the sudden coldness against her pussy. "Fuck," she moves her plushie over her front, she felt embarrassed that her panties were gone.

"Come on, amor," Alejandro opens the door letting her out first, he fixed the bottom of her dress to cover her ass completely, his arm goes around her shoulders and they acted like nothing had happened in the bathroom.

Y/n kept walking in a funny way but soon stopped and Alejandro noticed.

"Wanna ride the mechanical bull?"

"Are you crazy? Do you want me hanging out there?" She says, playfully smacking his chest.

"Fine, I will then," he says with a smirk.

Alejandro gets in line handing the guy some money and getting on the back of the bull, once the bully starts Y/n watches intensely at how he moves on the bull, watching his hips buck back and forth as well. Alejandro was soon through off it and he stood up and walked off the float and headed back to Y/n.

"How many seconds?" He asks.

"4," she teases.

"4, huh? You know I can last longer," he teases back, she shut her mouth and hid her red face.

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Alejandro and Y/n walked around some more, Y/n's cold feeling between her legs was back. Her funny walk was also back, she felt uncomfortable and tried her best to hide it but it was hard.

Alejandro looked down at her, his hand going to her back and moving down giving her ass a nice and gentle squeeze.

"Amor, you're doing it again."

"I-I can't help it," she says, her face was red now, hiding it behind her cow plushie.

"Shall we go then?" He asks and without a second thought Y/n immediately nods her head wanting to go home.

Alejandro took his keys from his other back pocket and they walked back to the truck together.

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He unlocks the truck and Y/n beat him to the passenger door opening it and jumping inside the truck, Alejandro chuckles when watching the door slam shut. Alejandro gets in the driver side and starts the truck but doesn't leave.

"Alejandro please," Y/n begs, he turns his head and looks at her, he give her a smirk and pats his lap.

"Come on, amor...no one will see us," he has a smirk plastered on his face.

She whined, she placed the cow plushie in the floorboard and she unbuckles her seatbelt, climbing over the center consul and getting on Alejandro's lap.

"Make this fast."

"Oh no, mi amor, I will be taking my time with you," he smirks.

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The truck was rocking back and forth, the truck was filled with whimpers, moans, filthy words. Y/n's head was being held down by Alejandro's hand, fingers tangled into her hair, the other holding her waist, and her ass jiggling against his lower half.

"AH! AH!" She moans.

"Yell, mi amor, yell my name," He grunts.

With every hard thrust, he would grunt and hear Y/n moan. His thrusts were sloppy and were becoming uneven. Y/n's mouth had drool coming out of it and then she bit the leather of her husband's seat.

"A-Alejandro...I-I'm going t-to cum," she whines out. Alejandro just chuckles and keeps going faster. Alejandro moved the hand the was holding her head to his jean pocket in the passenger seat and pulls out her panties and stuffing the panties into her mouth to muffle her moans.

She let's out a moan and white, sticky, liquid leaks out of her lower half. Alejandro pulls out and watches cum leak from her, he pumps himself at the view of her leaking out. He let's out a groan before he felt his tip leak of cum.

"Fuck, amor," he moans, he leans forward taking the panties out of her mouth. "Shall we go home now?"

She just nods looking miserable and pleased and Alejandro just smirked at her, tapping her ass and getting their clothes back on before leaving.

[heylittleriotact]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Thank you for the tag @preciouslittlebhaalbae - I love ember and I’m excited to see how this oneshot plays out! ♥️

I’m on vacation this week and not getting a whole lot of writing done, but here’s the first part of Chapter 20 of i heard people are dying to get in here.

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Three Months Later

A world-weary sigh found its way past Rook's lips as she studied the cremation paperwork in her hand.

1 x Ashen Pewter

3 x Ashen Pewter Miniature

2 x Sterling Silver Teardrop Pendant

1 x Sterling Silver Dog Tag Pendant

"Fucking hate filling jewelry..." she muttered, tossing the cremation contract onto the counter and lifting the small blue Rubbermaid container over to the hand towel that was spread out.

She found the cardboard boxes containing the urns taped shut and bearing the name of the deceased scribbled in Sharpie on the side: one big one, three little ones, and three small jewelry boxes.

Using a box cutter, she opened the largest box and pulled out the styrofoam prism that was packed tightly inside, gently laying it on the counter and lifting away one half to reveal the urn within. Snagging the contract again, she looked at the personalization field of the printed document.

Name: First, Last; D.O.B. - D.O.D.; 'Forever In Our Hearts'; Font: Elegant Script.

Her eyes went back and forth between the information on the paper and the front of the matte finish, grey-blue metal urn: it would have been checked over when the crem received it, but Rook had learned not to rely on other people's eyes when several-hundred-dollars worth of merchandise was on the table.

Satisfied that the manufacturer hadn't mistakenly engraved 'Arnold' instead of 'Ronald', Rook slipped the urn from the styrofoam and set about filling it: the lid was popped off the Rubbermaid to reveal the clear plastic bag of cremated remains within, sealed with a twist-tie, the scorched metal cremation tag resting against the backdrop of powdery grey and white skeletal remains.

It was Tuesday, and this urn was due to be received by the family the next day, along with three others that Becks hadn't seen fit to fill during the weekend when she covered the chapel for Rook's days off.

If there was one thing she'd learned in the months she'd been at Pemberly, it was that no one actually seemed to understand how fucking busy it actually was. For some reason because it wasn't as big as Hilldwell or Arbor Heights, it was automatically assumed that it didn't boast nearly the same volume of calls on a monthly basis - a fact that Rook took it upon herself to disprove one day when it wasn't insanely busy and sat down to calculate and average out the monthly calls that Pemberly got versus the amount that Hilldwell and Arbor Heights got. While Pemberly tailed both chapels by an average of thirty or so calls, it still averaged out to eighty-odd calls per month, which worked out to between two and three new calls per day, and nearly twenty per week.

That was a lot of dead people. A lot of grieving people coming through the doors. A lot of identifications and arrangements and obituaries and clothing drop-offs and urn pick ups.

And she was the only admin there.

There were no funeral attendants or directors unless there was a service or visitation scheduled, and half the attendants that ended up there were happy to sit in the lunchroom snacking on greasy hamburgers and fries during services instead of actually doing anything useful.

She had a housekeeper when she first moved, but Eloise had been on stress leave for over a month by then, and management seemed to think that along with every other aspect of the chapel, Rook surely had more than enough time to vacuum, mop, dust, shovel snow, and prepare coffee and cookies for arrangement meetings.

She glanced over her shoulder at the cremation container on a bier behind her and prayed that by the time her other two identifications were finished and she could move this one into a free visitation room, the person inside wouldn't be a mess of purge, which would be just her luck.

Emmrich was scheduled to come to the chapel for three o'clock arrangements, and she found herself hoping his graveside service at one would wrap up early enough so that he could come early - she felt a bit pathetic relying on him for help, but on a day like today, an extra set of hands would be extremely welcomed...

She pulled a fresh plastic bag from the drawer under the counter and arranged it inside the empty Ashen Pewter after sticking a label with the decedent's name, date of death, and cremation number to the bag itself and the bottom of the urn: if the urn ever went missing, or the bag of cremated remains was removed from the urn for whatever reason, this way the remains could be identified and returned to McDermott & Rafferty so someone could contact the family.

Having done this many times by now, Rook made short work of filling the main urn, the keepsakes, and was carefully spooning finely ground but gritty ash into the last of the pendants when she heard the side door in the garage slam, announcing the entrance of another employee.

"You made it!" She called to the adjacent space, rolling the threading of the small screw in the small puddle of blue thread-locker she'd squeezed onto a paper towel and using the small Allen wrench provided to negotiate the small metal piece into place on the back of the pendant. She gave it a couple of quick twists and squinted at the pendant, wiping away a bit of excess thread-locker and then setting it down with the others to dry. "I was wondering when you'd get here–" she negotiated around the cremation container in the middle of the room and entered the garage. "– how was the graveside?"

The welcome sight of Emmrich did not greet her in the garage, however, but rather the daft pink face of Derek, flanked by none other than... Elgar'nan?

Rook stiffened, immediately on the defensive the moment that vile cologne assaulted her nose.

What the fuck are these clowns doing here? They better not be fixing to fire me...

"Hello, Rook," Derek said, in his hollow yet amiable tone. "I'm giving Elgar'nan a tour of our facilities. Pemberly is our last stop - I’ll take Emmrich’s three o’clock arrangements since I’m already here.”

You mean you’ll sit in the arrangement office with the family for two hours and accomplish absolutely nothing and leave the rest for me to follow up with tomorrow?

Tagging: @xxnashiraxx @aldisobey @emmg @ollypopwrites @razildor

[missnavigation]

"Hamburger"

Aged up Neteyam in chibi version is my Shayla maaan 🥹

Smoll fluff ficlet from my Neteyam x GirlBoss! Human/Avatar Reader fanfiction, somewhere between enemies and lovers phase.

Synopsis: You want to surprise Neteyam in return with your favorite Earth food. On Pandora, that's not so easy - but nothing can stand in your way!

Warning: This is an AU where Neteyam survived the fatal shot, but he’s deeply traumatized. On top of that, he’s ashamed that his body is no longer “perfect,” so he hides his chest and has become much colder and more withdrawn—especially toward humans.

You are the daughter of General Ardmore, hired by your mother to help remove the Sullys from the path of humanity’s colonization of Pandora. But your original mission gets a little... complicated thanks to a certain mighty warrior. ;)

(You can read the original fic here):

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Tamed by the Starlight :･ﾟ✧:✧

Hamburger

You adore the look on Neteyam’s face as he eyes the paper box you're handing him with deep suspicion. It looks pathetically small compared to how it felt when you assembled it in your human body, back when you were convinced you’d done a solid job in terms of proportions.

- Gift? - he asks, rubbing the back of his neck, reluctantly accepting the obviously strange package. Usually, it’s him showering you with little trinkets he thinks suit you; your avatar is starting to look like a garishly decorated Christmas tree from all the jewelry he braids for you, but he makes them with such enthusiasm that you just can’t bring yourself to turn them down.

Maybe it’s silly, but you still remember how badly you longed as a kid for someone to appreciate your handmade junk—though of course, in the barracks, there was no one who wouldn’t have just tossed it straight into the trash, had you even dared to try. The idea alone was laughable.

Still, you can’t stop thinking about maintaining the fragile, hard-won cooperation between you two—at least until the end of the project that’s keeping you stuck in this place—without screwing it all up.

Someday, if he ever finds out what you’ve done, he’ll probably regret every moment he spent on you and those braids. And yet, despite your lifelong motto of never standing in the way of anyone who wants to pamper you, with him, for some reason you can’t quite explain, you actually want to return the favor—just a little.

Your dexterity has never been bad, but the idea of fiddling with strips of leather and pressed vines for hours was a no-go. So you turned to an old hobby of yours and decided to cook him something nice. You don’t believe for a second that the old saying—“the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”—wouldn’t apply to the blue guys too. That left just one problem. None of the ingredients you knew existed on Pandora. And human food? Totally useless for making anything remotely tasty. So, you resorted to research and preparation.

You had to deploy every last shred of your genius to pull it off. You bribed Lo’ak with a whole box of firecrackers for a yerik leg he’d managed to snag from Pierre in the RDA’s landscaping unit, after you’d agreed to drink a cup of what he called coffee—more like burnt sludge—in the mess hall. For a salad substitute, you turned to Kiri, who far exceeded your expectations and even showed you a tart little berry that could, in a pinch, substitute both onion and cucumber. Then came the trickiest part of all: the cheese.

You probably owe Max half your life for it. When you pitched the idea of financially supporting their research—provided they found a microbial culture that could ferment pa’li milk—he just asked why. When you mumbled your answer, half-biting your tongue, he just chuckled and promised they'd figure it out. In the end, they even spared you weeks of agony by sharing their bun recipe, made with biosynthetic mushroom fibers. To your surprise, it tasted pretty damn close to what you remembered.

Thankfully, ketchup was a piece of cake. Thanks to its ease of production and the successful tomato cultivation efforts, you could just grab some from the RDA kitchens.

And now, here you are, holding two weeks of hard work squeezed into your already packed schedule.

Looking at Neteyam’s golden eyes, it was worth it. The glorious warrior currently resembles an excited little kid as he carefully unwraps the box, staring in mild confusion at the shiny-topped bun—about the same face you probably made the first time he served you a plate of roasted worms.

Then he leans in, sniffs it, and stares at you.

- Dad used to tell us about his favorite foods on Earth, and if this is what I think it is, I’ve always wanted to try one - he says, awestruck. - I have no idea how you did this, but... it’s amazing! Uh… may I?

There’s a hesitant question in his eyes, like he still isn’t sure it’s meant for him.

- Why else would I give it to you, Skawng?! - you snap, surprising even yourself that a word like that left your mouth, considering how you’d sworn you’d never learn that “primitive” Na’vi language.

He blinks, just as surprised, then gives you a strange little smile before lifting the masterpiece to his mouth and taking a bite.

You’re not usually the type to doubt yourself, but your stomach clenches with anticipation.

Neteyam wrestles with the huge bite, despite starting cautiously. He chews a few times, lets out a deep rumble, then—as if unsure how to react—glances at you, then at the hamburger in his hand.

- This is incredible - he breathes, tossing aside his usual stoic restraint and diving into the next bite like a starving man. His golden eyes gleam behind half-lowered lids, and moments later, only the empty paper box remains in his hand.

His face now is unusually peaceful, elated, and joyful. Shit, you feel a genuine urge to rush back to the kitchen and cook him every damn recipe you’ve ever learned! This is bad. Really bad. What the hell is wrong with you?! You just wanted to return a favor—now your heart’s pounding out of your chest. And Mr. Golden Child's grateful, gentle gaze is doing something to your heart that you’re not ready to name.

[quayrund]

Art Nouveau Combs by René Lalique, 1890s-1900s First: René Lalique, “Bathing Naiads” jewelry comb, 1900 AD, crafted in horn, gold, and enamel, now in the collection of the Museum für Kunst und Gewerbe Hamburg in Germany.

[emeraldcrs]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* get 2 know me ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

hey guys! :) my name is viv, i'm 19 years old. i was born on november 23, i feel more like a scorpio than a sagittarius (lol).

ᥫ᭡kind,caring,empatheticᥫ᭡overthinkerᥫ᭡.

ᥫ᭡in the company of those who i trust, i can be very free, sassy, ​​flirty and i can make any kind of joke about anything. this varies with strangers, or i try to give this myself there as well, but i usually start with restraint. i think my thinking is adult, i feel more mature than my age group. when I love someone, i do it with all my heart, but i can easily become impulsive.

!!! I LOVE COFFEE BTW !!!

ᥫ᭡i like to walk, during a vacation i would rather go hiking in a forest than swimming on the beach. i like the cold better than the heat, autumn is my favorite season, but i also like spring, but i really hate the summer heat. i like salty food more than sweet, but usually i always need something sweet after salty. i love hamburgers, especially spicy ones. when it comes to dressing, i prefer dark clothes: black, dark green, red and jackets are my favourites. i love it when my nails are painted burgundy. i like to wear jewelry, only silver and mostly rings. when it comes to music, i'm quite mixed, as an editor i always listen to current trending music, but i really like the early 2000s years of music, but i usually listen to lana del rey and the weekend. i like series more than movies, i usually watch fantasy, action and crime. because of this, i am very interested in witchcraft, in my dr i always imagine myself as a witch, just like in the vampire diaries or as wanda maximoff from the marvel movies. i have a leaf and a spn tattoo on my forearm. my love language is hugs and physical contact, but people rarely give me that.

ᥫ᭡oh and yes....my heart belongs to dean winchesterᥫ᭡

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