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Being a picky eater is damn difficult when you don’t want other people to find out. I keep finding myself in situations where I have to pretend to enjoy food that to me is absolutely repulsive.
#personal thoughts#paella#not the worst thing I've ever had to eat#that would be the sunny-side up eggs#nightmare texture#but still#I ate around them#but I knew the clams were there#I could taste them#shudder#people can be weirdly judgmental about it#with a tendency to infantalize you#I'd rather not risk it#especially at a work party#I can still taste it
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jade playfully using the spell of his unique magic this way
#jade used it a thousand times on trey already#twst#twisted wonderland#treyjade#trey clover#jade leech#riddle rosehearts#fanart#he's not casting it; just saying it#imagine if he ever used it on trey; it was accidentally; and on the most trivial thing#like they were in an argument and trey won't say what he wants for dinner#so jade ended up using his unique magic on him to ask whether he would like sunny side egg or scrambled egg#fhshs#shock the heart
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Ramón is being such a big brother to Sunny. I love this so much. My chest physically aches with how cute and sweet this is.
#like. Idk it just. Really solidifies how much of a family morning crew is like#Ramón sees that Sunny’s kinda nervous without her pa around and is immediately like. Alright. Brother instincts kickin in#I am staying by your side until we are both 100% certain you are safe and comfy#like. I remember being an anxious five year old girl and my big brother offering to sleep in my room so i would feel safe after a nightmare#or smthn#just#Ramón immediately stepping up for Sunny and being like. alright. You’re scared. I’m gonna do everything I can to change that.#It’s just so sweet and I cannot wait to see how these two interact in the future#raine rambles#qsmp#qsmp eggs#qsmp ramon#qsmp sunny#morning crew
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Egg Lineup! I changed my Pepito to include the glasses and gas mask
#i actually think sunny is a Tall Queen but I wanted them all to fit so I shortened her a bit#and also made pepito taller#because he’s literally three apples tall (including hat)#he's a BABY#i made a post with my age headcanons on my main#but I lied#i didn't think people would agree with my Vision#and that is that Pepito is a literal toddler#so I made him seven#anyway#qsmp#qsmp fanart#qsmp sunny side up#qsmp sunny#qsmp empanada#qsmp pepito#qsmp eggs
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My favorite thing about the Sunny and Leo egg beef is that it’s so fucking real. We’ve all had that one kid that our parents or siblings expect us to be besties with but just didn’t care for them at best and couldn’t stand them at worst. Or a time when our parents’ friends are over and they brought their kid so we have to play together even though they’re unbearable. Or even a classmate that simply annoyed us by existing that we’re forced to invite because of our parents.
These definitely aren’t the kindest or the most emotional mature of thoughts but it’s the truth, especially for young child. And as someone who was once a confident, bossy, self-proclaimed princess themself, some kids were definitely off put by my presence. However, I’d say that more people annoying the fuck out of me in comparison.
#qsmp#qsmp eggs#qsmp leonarda#qsmp sunny#qsmp sunnysideup#take that as you will lmaoooo#I was so bossy as a baby it was amazing#for me at least#anyway hot take leo isn’t a bully and sunny isn’t defenseless#A lot of the arguments I see about bully leo is based on information that leo wouldn’t canonically know#like how would she know sunny hates gross things#Leo genuinely thinks sunny started the beef she’s not beating up sunny for fun like please#Also when sunny is in the mood she can fucking clap back and I’m not sorry she has self respect#she’s so iconic that even some doozers in chat said we’re like “damn I know what side I’m on but she kinda cooked”#yap yap yap
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Sunny!
Here is my design!!
will probably change in future but yes here she is!! :3
#qsmp sunny#qsmp#qsmp fanart#qsmp tubbo#tubbo fanart#sunny fanart#qsmp sunny side up#qsmp eggs#sunny qsmp#pixel#pixel art#pixilart#sunny is literally the best#I love her so much#also I think her eyes would be blue maybe perhaps
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chef moment
#y'all i just einstein'd this egg#listen to me. next time you make sunny side ups do This :#either grab 1 more egg or use a smaller pan than you normally would#separate the yolks and whites#get your pan heated up and then pour a little less than half your whites in there#like just enough to form a ''base''#once it's cooked enough to be solid. Slap A Fucking Kraft Single On It#POUR THE REST OF THE WHITES ON IT. AND THE YOLKS.#leave until cooked season etc and here you fucking go. cheese-filled egg. you're fucking welcome#you can use other cheese ig but i feel like singles probably work best from how much they melt#i swear to god this shit was so good Augh
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let it be known i limit myself to 2 eggs per day otherwise id be eating double that on a regular basis
#unfortunately i care too much about how much cholesterol that would be to actually eat more than 2. also usually only every other day#but especially sandwich/deviled like. mayo+mustard+egg is just too good a combo#or with cheese whenever im not lazy and actually buy some but who doesnt like cheese#but the egg itself is so good too especially with a runny yolk (either sunny side up or soft boiled)#just add salt and its warm gooey heaven
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also my dads become a spam head 👍👍
#yesterday morning he rqed spam bowl unfortunately were out of furikake#very funny tho bc lamp had also asked for spam bowl. like 2 minutes b4 he did#its very funny 2 me that im designted spam bowl maker bc its legit the easiest thing ever. idm tho bc it gives me an ego boost bc everybodys#like This is so delicious ^_^ as if it isnt very easy. so i get to be like Heh... yeah... they call me 'the chef'#even tho i literally have to make lamp slice the spam for me bc im so bad at it JRNFJFNF they always come out wonky and uneven and like#paper thin. like they taper so direly#but ya. spam bowl so easy#for those unaware its legit judt spam and then rice and rice seasoning and rhen eggs.#i usually do like 3 slices of spam cook them up til theyre likee caramelized or whatever then i cut them up#the rice. ok dark secret. im sorry. i use boil in a bag#ITS ALL WE EVER HAVE is either boil in a bag or the microwave cups... sry... sry..... im sry#but anyways. ya its like 2ish cups.#sometimes 1.5.... idk i feel theyve made the boil in a bags smaller used to be me and lamp could splitsies one but this last one we had to#supplement with the rice cups which i dont like to do bc the rice cups r for beef stew. and unfortunstely km down 2#and also unfortunstely is the extra cup each was TOO MUCH rice we shouldve just done one extra cup and splitsies it half . but anyways#ya. so its that and then like a ?? sunny side up egg#my dad always gers on my ass bc j just call it a fried egg but its like. look all i do is crack the eggs (3) into the pan (we have a small#pan that makes a perfect circle of egg that perfectly firs rhe bowl)#and rhen i just put a lid over it and turn the heat off (pan hot from spam)#and the steam gets it perfect. u want the yolk RUNNY#anyways yeah. and then rice and furikake to taste#i need to train myself to use Less to be honestly. always i use too much DJFNFJNFFJ. thats why were out#but ya. my dad liked spam when he was a kid and then didnt have it 4 a while n rhen i made spam bowls for dinner one day and now hes#constantly like .... I think soam would taste good in this#earlier he was like Get this. spam in ramen... and i was like yeah i think that would be good 👍👍👍 its kinda funny#im so glad everybody likes it tho bc it means j dont have 2 buy it 4 myself DJFNFJNFNF
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Bonus questions: how many eggs are you getting? What are you having with them? What would you like to put on top?
#boring text posts#food#eggs#I of course would LIKE over medium eggs but I know what's going to happen (they are going to give me an over easy egg)#(they are trying their best and have a lot of orders to get out)
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Katsuki is the type to sing love songs under his breath while cooking you breakfast. Hair messy and no tshirt on, just him, his headphones and your clingy ass wrapping your hands around him from behind.
Occasionally he shifts one headphone to the side, tilting his head to glance at you from over his shoulder. It's either to check if you're still awake or to ask about your breakfast.
"You want your eggs scrambled t'day or sunny side up?"
"Suprise me" you mumble sleepily against his back, whinining when he shuffles towards the fridge.
He huffs in amusement, and a smug smirk tugs it's way onto his lips. "Told you to stay in bed"
"And I told you It's cold-" you pout, before trailing your fingertips over the soft textured skin of his scars "And you're the warmest thing in this house right now, and your singing is so soothing"
You're cute, so dangerously cute that he can't help but shy away from the flutter of his heart after your comment and gentle tuch. However he plays it cool by clearing his throat and shifting his focus back onto the task at hand.
You tighten your arms around him, and your cheek smooches quite comedically against."What song are you singing?" The comfort of his broad and warm back putting you into a comfortable daze.
"Die with a smile by uh- Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga"
You hum with acknowledgement, and he continues to dish up breakfast with you attached to his back like a koala. Occasionaly he'll place bits of food up to your lips and you'll accept them eagerly and hum in delight.
As his song gets to the best part he can't help but turn around suddenly, his firm touch on your hip as his other hand finds the warmth of your palm, and he slips his fingertips past yours, steadily intertwining your hands.
Your head finds comfort on his warm chest and you can feel every harsh thump of his heart while he sways with you side to side. He pushes his embarrassment and shyness to the side, wanting nothing more than spending the early morning with you before you would have to go.
"I'd wanna hold you~" he sing, just below a and his raspy voice reverberates through his chest and against your ear. "Just for a while~"
"And dieee with a smile"
"If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you~"
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Just a lil something for you guys
Thank you so much for 1k! ❤:)
#katsuki bakugo x reader#my hero acedamia#mha x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki#writers on tumblr#mha fluff#serotonins stuff#die with a smile#bruno mars#lady gaga#katsuki bakugou#mha
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how about
and hear me out
room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate
oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders
cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered
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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you.
They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.
That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with.
“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.
“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand.
“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius.
“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.
“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.
“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs”
“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar.
“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.”
“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup.
“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug.
“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone.
“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away.
“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive.
You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved.
“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy.
“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy.
“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.
“Do you have work today, love?”
“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up.
“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.
“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced.
“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper.
“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch.
“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest.
“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”
Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak.
“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James.
“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp.
Baby. Baby. Baby.
It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.
#poly!marauders#poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders imagine#poly!marauders fluff#poly!marauders angst#poly marauders#marauders#marauders fanfiction#marauders fandom#james potter#sirius black#marauders era#remus lupin#drabble#fluff#poly!marauders x shy!reader#anon ask#anon request
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Dead Man's Diner pt3
Dick knew that Tim was sending him looks every few seconds.
How could he not? This places food names were honestly the best, if this was some kinda murder cult Dick would be so disappointed.
Glancing up over the menu at Danny, Dick smiled at the teen who had been whipping down the same cup for five minutes like some wild west bartender while trying very hard not to stare at the two vigilantes.
"Okay, I think I have made up my mind, Red you got what you wanted?" Finally meeting Tim's eyes, Dick mentally winced, Tim's eyes were doing that twitchy thing that happened sometimes...
"Yes. I am." Dick understand slightly but like...the puns weren't that bad
Out of the corner of his eye Dick saw Danny pop up, nearly slamming the mug he had been holding as he fumbled with a note pad, coming closer to the two, he did a pretty decent customer service smile as he waited.
Since Tim was having a problem with words, Dick went first.
"So, I'll have some Boo-berry Poltergeist pancakes, with two sunny side up eggs and a side of bacon?" Dick watched as Danny paused for a moment, let out a little laugh and then started to write before looking to Tim.
"I will have...Ugh, the Wraith waffles with the hunting hashbrowns on the side...please." Dick had seen Tim look less pained over being stabbed than say the wonderful puns.
"Alrighty, anything to drink before I head back and get started on your order?" Holding up a coffee jug in one hand and an orange juice jug in the other, Danny gave a slight smirk.
Perhaps it was the coffee but Tim looked a bit less pained after that.
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As he slapped down a few pieces of bacon, Danny totally didn't use his ghost powers to bring the bowl of pancake batter over closer as he scooped a ladle full on a freshly buttered side of the flat top, making sure it set first, Danny heard a beep from the frier, heading over he paused to see French fries in there as well.
Shaking his head, he dunked them all into the oil, and moved to set the timer only to see it already clicking down, "Oh um...thank you very much." Patting the deep frier, Danny moved back to the flat top as it let out a gurgling purr.
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Tim took all of five seconds after Danny rounded the corner into the back of the house to start whispering
"Wing, this place is mocking me. Apple apparition pie? Haunting Hashbrowns? Ethereal fucking eggs benedict." Hissing Tim shifted in his seat, "like I would get it if this place was ghost themed but it very clearly isnt! It is mocking me because I know this place doesn't exist!" Slamming a fist down on the counter, it very much thudded.
Sharing a look with Tim, Dick placed a hand on Tim's shoulder, "Buddy...I agree there is something up with this place but...I very much think it exists? Since we are kinda sitting here."
Dragging his hand down his face with a groan Tim leaned back in his seat, "I know and it is infuriating me..." Grabbing the coffee mug Tim looked at it with a not insignificant amount of distrust before taking a swig, pausing, than taking another, much slower sip, holding the mug with both hands as he lowered it down, staring at the dark liquid with a small glare.
"Red? You okay? Is that the bad coffee look ot oh shittake mushrooms that was poisoned look?" Dick said worryingly, looking to the cup of orange juice that was in front of him with suspicion.
"N-no...I" Tim's words cut off as he took a breath, "Just...tastes just like the kind Mom used to drink, came from this little town in Chile they passed through..." staring at the cup a little longer Tim shook his head, "They closed a few years back, the farmer that made it got killed by a drug cartel that wanted him to plant coca rather than coffee, it's just that this place should very much not have this."
There was a tension between the two vigilantes, Dick moving to speak before being cut off by Danny quickly coming out from the back.
"Order up! Got two pancakes for Mr. Nightwing, side of bacon and eggs and two waffles for Mr. Red Robin with some hasbrowns!" Setting each plate down in front of said vigilante, Danny gave them both a grin.
"And a side of Phantom fries for both of you on the house!"
After refilling the little bit missing out of Tim's cup, Danny seemed to be to there one second and back in the kitchen a moment later.
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"Phantom fries?" Danny whispered to himself as he started to clean off the griddle, a grin on his face as he did, he might of left the hero business, but oh God was it funny, he wondered if other people got the same fun out of it.
Checking out on he customers through the small window to the front, Danny felt his core thrum at the sight of the two eating, it was a different kind of thrum that he got while protecting people, this one...this one gave him a full body shudder and cleared a fog in his mind he didn't even he had.
Shaking his head, Danny tried not to let the purr building in his chest out.
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Screw the worries that Tim had, Dick was having the time of his life.
"We can't tell the others about this place Red...Little wing would try and place it in the Alley and B might try and buy it cus holy guacamole this shit is good..." Dick had dug in after Tim's wrist mounted computer had tested the food for any known poisons which said that there weren't any, but still went and saved a few samples for further analysis at the Cave.
Dick didn't know why but the pancakes tasted like those that Alfred made the first week he had been at the manor, he had gotten upset at Brcue and hid in the attic all day, but Alfred managed to lure him down with the promise of blueberries in his pancakes.
They were perfectly fluffy, butter soaked with that little edge around it that was crunchy, the berries were tart enough to battle the maple syrup and...it was just like how Dick remembered.
Shaking his head as he finished up his food, Dick threw a look over at Tim, who was hunched over his empty plate, holding his mug of coffee closer, at Dicks questioning look the teen spoke.
"We have to leave Wing something is just...off about this place, its...they taste like when my dad used to make breakfast after coming home from a dig...has to be brain waves or mind reading or..." Tim continued to ramble on, ideas flowing out of him like a water fall.
By the time that Danny went back to check on the two, they were gone.
#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dick grayson#night wing#tim drake#red robin#ghost king danny#danny is a little shit#Ghost food is nostalgic#i think its going to be an effect of ectoplasum#i cant spell#batfam#tim drake has feelings#Dick is trying his best#danny is just a little guy#batman#Dead Man's Diner
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My dad's been cooking this sort of cylindrical puck like egg that you find in those mcmuffins or something because it's "healthier" and my mom thinks I refuse to eat it because it's less oily but she doesn't understand that I would rather chew on a hockey puck than put that rubbery bastardized disc of an egg into my mouth and feel it's coagulated contents slide down my throat in mockery of a sunny side up
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Man, I love cooking, have I mentioned that yet? If I was a richer man I'd cook all the time.
#i had an everything bagel witb herb and garlic cream cheese#a couple sunny side up eggs (yolks weren't as runny as i would have liked but eggs are good either way)#and i had some stir fry beef strips thawing so i tossed some in a pan and used some steak spice#man#that was one of the best meals i think ive prepared in a long time#its so simple too#oh and a little bit of hot sauce was on the eggs (along with salt) didnt want them to be over powering since i already had the bagel#oh and an apple and ice tea lemonade for sweetness#and some water of course#tbh i don't think ill need to eat later because that was so filling#lol i feel fat#apologies for the rambling i just really love food
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only you, always
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, cheating, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex
you would never admit it out loud to anyone, but a twisted part of you likes when rafe cheats on you. its a dark truth, one you wrestle with every time it happens.
it's always when he's blackout drunk or high at a party, usually a combination of both. it's often when you're fighting or on a “break”. like last week, when your blowout argument ended with rafe slamming the door behind him and stomping out into the night. you were quick to hear that he made out with some girl at kelce's party. the pain lasted until the next day when he showed up back home, disheveled and tear-streaked, clutching a bouquet of flowers.
“i fucked up.” he croaked.
you just stared at him until he fell to his knees, blue eyes rimmed with red as he pressed his forehead against your stomach. “please don’t leave me. i can’t lose you.”
the cheating hurts you every time, but rafe coming back crawling and crying, begging your forgiveness and worshiping you for the next few weeks always makes up for it.
“hi beautiful.” rafe kisses at your cheeks, a week having passed from your fight and his infidelity, the tension replaced with the warmth of his lips against your skin.
“hey.” you smile, running your fingers over his face, stubble gracing his cheeks as he hasn't shaved for the last couple days, preferring to spend every waking moment with you instead as if he’s afraid you might slip away.
“i love you so much.” rafe leans in and kisses the tip of your nose this time, then your forehead, before dropping down to your lips.
“i don't deserve you.” rafe whispers before kissing you again.
“you probably don't.” you giggle, rolling on the bed so you're fully on top, pinning him beneath you.
“i said i was sorry.” rafe pouts.
“and i forgave you.” you shake your head, your voice gentle but firm, realizing you probably shouldn't make fun of the situation, but humor feels safer than vulnerability.
“it won't happen again.” rafe says. it always does, yet he always promises it won't. maybe as you both grow older and more mature, both stop drinking and fighting so much, it will really be over, breaking the cycle. at least this time it was just kissing some random girl instead of sleeping with her.
you knew what you were getting into when you began dating rafe. he came with a wild reputation and an even wilder past. practically everyone in your friend group had a one night stand with rafe, but you didn't mind, because he chose to come back to you, not anyone else.
“what are you thinking about baby?” rafe asks, watching the emotions flicker over your face.
“just how good of a boyfriend you can be.” you answer with a small smile.
“yeah?” rafe smirks, his head tilting to the side as a mischievous look flashes over his eyes. “do you want me to show you just how good of a boyfriend or do you want breakfast first?”
“you first.” you say quickly. “and then bacon and eggs.”
“scrambled or sunny side up?”
“scrambled of course.”
rafe grin grows, hands moving against your bare skin. “just like im about to scramble your-”
“allllright.” you cut him off before he can finish his joke, laughing as you roll off of him.
“no come back.” he pouts, pulling you back against his body, molding his chest to your back as he spoons you.
“you're so ridiculous.” you chuff, though your voice betrays the affection simmering beneath the surface.
“ridiculously in love with you.” rafe counters, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. he just had you last night, but he's already craving you again, missing the feeling of your bodies pressed together in the most intimate way.
“you're extra corny this morning.” you hum out.
“sorry.” rafe chuckles. you love that he's only like this around you, and only when he's just cheated. he turns into a dopey lovesick puppy until the need for your forgiveness and guilt wears off and he's back to his normal self.
rafe places his hand on your stomach, circling around your soft skin, each movement sweeping lower every time, deliberate and teasing.
“rafe.” you whine, eyes shutting as he begins to dip into your underwear with every gesture.
“mhm.” rafe hums. as much as he likes to tease you, he wants to pleasure you more. his hand dips all the way into your underwear, fingertips coming to your clit.
he knows your body so well, exactly what to do to drive you crazy, every touch sending electricity through your body. his strokes over your clit are gentle, occasionally purposely missing to rub lower towards your entrance, like he's teasing where he's going to be later. it’s a dance you’ve done a hundred times before, but it never gets old.
“that feels so good.” you moan out, not even realizing that your eyes had fallen closed. rafe moves his other hand so it's under your body, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as he sculpts himself around you, other hand cupping your chest.
“mmm.” you hum, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your bum as his fingers stop teasing your clit, rubbing intensely now with the purpose of getting you wet and open.
“oh, baby.” rafe moans as you reach behind your back, hand cupping over his underwear, squeezing at his length through the fabric.
“fuck me. please.” you begin to move your hips, grinding yourself against his hand.
“be patient.” he tsks, fingers pinching at your nipple before going back to cupping your breast.
“unfair.” you pout, but decide two can play at that game, bringing your hand underneath his waistband to stroke up and down his cock.
you can't see rafes face, but you're sure his expression just shifted to one of pleasure.
his hand delves further between your legs, finger circling around your entrance only once before pushing into your cunt, making you moan loudly.
“fuck yes.” you rock your hips again, this time back against rafes crotch, your hand still moving up and down his cock.
“god, i can barely wait.” rafe groans, finger moving faster inside of you, building you up as quickly as he can.
“stop waiting then.” you move your hand, turning onto your back, rafes hand maneuvering to still fuck into you. “come on, rafey.”
you know once he sees your pout he can't resist, not when he's still making things up to you.
“god, that face kills me.” he presses a quick kiss against your lips before moving, pulling your underwear down and flinging them off the bed before disrobing himself.
you grin as rafe doesn't even bother to ask how you want him, instantly lying himself over top of you and lining up his cock with your entrance.
“i love you.” you press a kiss against rafes cheek as your arms loop around his shoulders.
“i love you.” rafe echos back, connecting your lips that quickly develop into moans as he pushes inside of you, engulfing his cock in your heat.
rafe knows he doesn’t need to give you time, already used to his cock being sheathed inside of you. he begins to swing his hips in an even rhythm.
your fingertips dig into his shoulders, pressing into his tanned skin.
“nobody even gets close to you.” rafe groans as you tighten your cunt around him every time he pulls out to thrust back in.
“its only you.” rafe continues as he drops one hand between your bodies, placing his thumb against your clit as he rubs to the rhythm of his thrusts. “only you.”
you can't help that smile that stretches across your face. you don't give a shit if it's only you, as long as he continues to fuck you like this and treat you like a queen.
“faster, rafe.” you pull his chest tighter against yours, your nipples pressing against his skin, stimulating them with his every movement as he speeds up.
“c-close.” you whine.
“me too.” rafe grunts in agreement. “gonna cum in you, yeah?”
“yes.” you nod rapidly. “yes, please, please, please, rafe.”
your head is swirling with the overwhelming pleasure as rafes thumb presses against your clit just as his cock is thrust deep inside of you. it's enough to throw you over the edge, back arching up into rafe as you moan loudly, legs shaking as you feel him lose it to, his moans loud in your ear as he pumps into you.
“fuck, b-baby, y/n.” rafe groans as he finishes, making sure you get every last drop inside of you.
rafe drops himself to the side of you, the mattress bouncing as you both become slack against the sheets, hearts beating fast and chest rising and falling rapidly.
“i really do love you baby.” rafe says, his voice soft and slightly hoarse. “im sorry i always fuck things up.”
“you don't, though.” you move so you're resting against rafes chest, snuggled against his side. “you make mistakes but you always come back and make it right, that's all i ask for.”
you hear rafe sniffle and you know he's holding back tears, always extra emotional after a reconciliation, as if hes purging himself from the guilt.
“ill go make you some breakfast now if you wanna get dressed.” rafe slides quickly off the bed, keeping his back to you as he pulls his underwear back on.
“why would i get dressed if i want you to fuck me again after breakfast?” you tease, your lip quirking up.
you see rafes hand raise to his face, and you know he's wiping at his cheeks, but you give him time to collect himself, secretly happy only you can make him act like this.
“alright.” rafe turns around, his eyes still glossy but filled with adoration as he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead. “bacon and scrambled eggs and then ill fuck you on the table, then in the shower, then ill take you shopping and fuck you in the dressing room.”
“perfect.” you grin.
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