A Little Bump on the Head
Prompt: As your and Simon’s little man is exploring the living room, he bumps his head. Simon is almost more upset than the baby is. [Requested by anonymous]
Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader
Word Count: 0.6k
Warnings: none
You were so relieved when the little man started to entertain himself.
Watching birds and dogs outside, building blocks, sorting colorful balls and toys, climbing through a series of tunnels made by his daddy from recycling.
Simon was home as much as possible, deployments never being more than a week, and demanding desk-duty or training on base. But it was still hard to run a two-adult one-infant household with both of you only getting a few hours of home-making between you.
And sometimes, both of you needed some sleep. Sometimes he had a late night at work. Sometimes baby decided to scream at 4 AM and scare both of you so horribly that you couldn’t fall back asleep even after the baby was all snork mi mi mi.
You were re-reading some comics on the couch, encouraging the little man as he scribbled on his coloring pages or crawled to follow the robot vacuum. Once Simon finished loading the dishwasher, he came in and flopped on top of you.
“Ohhhh, what a comfortable pillow.”
“Heavy,” you grunted, freeing your arms and wrapping them around your husband.
“You callin’ me fat?”
“Just a smidgen. In a sexy way.”
Your baby suddenly sat up and vocalized. A happy smile when his dad waved. With a great heave, he pulled himself up on the chair and started making his way over to you.
Eager coos and cheers from both of you, as he waddled from the chair to the coffee table.
A hiccup! An obstacle! Your son falls on his bum. But he perseveres and pulls himself back up again.
But he misjudges and bonks his head on the underside of the coffee table instead. He falls back on his rear. And his sweet face crumbled and flushed as he started to cry.
Both of you jerked forward, reaching for him and starting to comfort him. Simon rolled off you and onto the floor and scooped the boy up in his arms.
“Oh, bubba,” he hushed, cradling the lightly bumped head into his chest, “it’s alright. You’re alright.”
You wrapped around your husband and gently rubbed your son’s back. He stopped fussing fairly quickly, just sniffling and holding on tight to his daddy.
The top of your boy’s head had only a slight bump on it; nothing you needed to worry about. A light reddened line where he hit the corner, and not even that raised of an egg. He had done this a couple times before.
You looked to Simon to reassure him that the boy was okay and almost started tearing up yourself. The baby was quietly leaning into his daddy’s chest, and your husband was the one fighting back tears.
“Baby,” you coo, cupping Simon’s face in your hands and kissing his cheek. Then kissing your son’s before he could get jealous. “Baby, he’s fine. Just a little bump. He’s had worse.”
Simon nodded, not trusting his voice, and kissed the top of the baby’s head.
A few minutes later, the boy was crawling through his cardboard maze. Moisturized. Flourishing. Living his best life. And now you had your husband in your arms.
“He’s alright.”
“I know but he bumped his head while coming to see me-”
“Shush. Not your fault.” You leaned him back and pinched his nose.
“He’s just learning his gross motor skills. It happens.”
Simon rubbed his nose. “They’re not gross.”
You almost laughed in his face, but didn’t, you were a good spouse. He was still upset. “As in gross motor skills versus fine motor skills.”
“... Oh.”
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Posted: 2023 December 25
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Everything About You Is Perfect
This is self indulgent because I haven't really been feeling good about myself lately teehee. Its fine though guys turns out I was just on my period lmfao. Anyway, reader is insecure about how she looks, and Sanji makes it his mission to prove to her just how pretty she is.
Pairing: Sanji x f!reader
CW: Body insecurity, established relationship, I try to keep descriptions as vague as possible so that in can be widely applied, heavy kissing and groping, heavy praise kink, body worship, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), masturbation (m), Sanji cums his pants teehee
WC: 1.8k
18+ MDNI
(I couldn't decide which photo i liked more so I'm using both lol)
You sigh at your reflection in my mirror, lips tugging down. You pull at the hem of your shirt, displeased with how it’s sitting on you. It doesn’t look the way you want it to. You don’t look the way you want to.
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you continue to pick your appearance apart. There’s a voice in your head begging you to turn away and focus on something else, but the negativity far outweighs the voice of reason.
The door creaks as it’s opened. You discreetly wipe the tears from your lash line as your boyfriend steps in.
“Mon amour, have you seen my–” He cuts himself off with a concerned frown at the look on your face. He hurries over to you, cupping your face in his hands. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
You shake your head, trying to wave him off. But your quivering lower lip gives you away.
“Has something happened? Was it mosshead did he say something stupid to you?” Sanji seethes, shooting a glare at the door as if he can see through it to the swordsman on the deck.
Despite your turbulent emotions, you laugh at how quickly he rises to your defense.
“Zoro didn’t say anything, don’t worry. It’s just like a me issue. It’s really no big deal though, I promise.”
His frown deepens. “A you issue?”
“Don’t worry about it,” You sigh, averting your gaze.
“Tell me please, darling. Maybe I can help.” He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His blue eyes bore into yours as if he’s trying to read your mind.
“I just, um. I don’t really like the way I look right now.” You whisper, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
“What do you mean?” Sanji frowns, confusion written over his face.
“I just don’t think I look very pretty right now.” You shrug helplessly, tears filling your eyes again.
“Mon amour are… are you serious?” The horror in his voice is comical, as though he cannot fathom you’d feel such a way.
You don’t answer, silently willing the tears away.
Sanji grabs your hands and tugs you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge of it, and kneels between your legs. His grip on your hands stays tight as he looks at you.
“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, y/n-swan. My heart stops every time I look at you, and I’m constantly in shock over the fact that your mine. I can’t take my eyes off of you whenever we’re in a room together, and it’s even worse when we’re separated. You are always on my mind, and it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy. You’re perfect, and I’m sorry I haven’t shown you that enough.” His conviction seeps into his words as he lays his heart bare for you.
The tears start to fall, but for a different reason now.
“This isn’t your fault, Sanji,” You whisper, brushing his hair out of his face. “You shower me with compliments every day it’s just that my own issues sometimes get to be too much. Sometimes the negative voices get to be too loud.”
“I love you so much. Everything about you is perfect, mon amour. You are kind, smart, and funny, with the most beautiful heart imaginable, and you bring out only the best in me. And your body is… words cannot even describe what it does to me. I love every inch of your beautiful body, and I always will, no matter what. You are my one and only, do you understand?”
You nod, but he doesn’t seem convinced that you believe him.
“Let me help. Let me help you to see yourself how I see you.” He looks at you, face set with determination.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you trust me?”
You nod without hesitation.
“Good,” He says, voice fond. “Take your shirt off.”
You do so slowly. He’s seen you naked before, but it was still nerve-wracking. Especially when he was staring at you so intently.
He sighs softly when your front is bared to him. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around your middle, trying to hide your stomach from him. His frown is immediate, and he wraps gentle yet insistent hands around your wrists, pulling your arms away. His eyes meet yours, and he leans in to plant a soft kiss against your lips.
“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” He mumbles against your lips. You shiver at his words.
He works his lips down the column of your throat, making you moan. His hands unwrap from your wrists to grab either side of your waist. He squeezes gently as his lips move down even lower, until he’s sucking a mark into the flesh of your soft breast.
“Sanji…” You whimper, tilting your head back as your eyes fall shut.
His teeth scrape over your pebbled nipple and he groans.
“Fuck darling, I love these,” He whispers against your skin. His hands come up to squeeze your tits, eyes hazy with lust. “So fucking pretty. So soft, too. I think about your pretty tits non-stop. Love when you wear those little tops of yours and I can see them trying to spill right out. And the way they feel in my mouth? Divine.” He punctuates his words by sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
“I love how they feel in my hands, the perfect weight, so soft and pretty. And when you let me rest my head on your chest?” His bright blue eyes flick up to yours as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
You whimper at his words, one of your hands coming up to tangle into his hair. Your other hand grips the sheet, holding onto it to keep yourself grounded against the onslaught of pleasure.
He guides you down to lay flat on the bed. He kisses down from your chest to your stomach. His hands tighten once more around your waist. He nips at the flesh of your stomach, just a little above your navel. “Love your waist, too. I love when you’re standing near me, and I get to wrap my arms around your waist to keep you close. Drives me crazy. And when you’re wearing something that shows a little skin here,” He taps your waist playfully. “It takes everything in me not to drag you back to our bedroom, right then and there.”
You prop yourself up onto your elbows so that you can watch as Sanji undoes the buttons of your jeans. Obediently, you lift your hips so that he can tug your pants off. He gives you a wink as he kisses his way down to your hips.
“Your hips are perfect. Maybe one of my favourite parts about your body, though it’s impossible to actually choose. My hands fit so perfectly against them.” He punctuates his words by gripping your hips tightly, digging his fingers into the flesh there. “It’s like a perfect handle for when I fuck you. I can hold you nice and tight to keep you steady while you’re taking my cock.”
Your cheeks burn at his words, wide eyes unable to tear away from his face. His expression is hungry as he stares down at your body.
He is kneeling between your legs, fully clothed in his suit, while you lay on the bed in only your thin cotton panties. The dynamic makes you whimper, turning you on more. You’re certain your arousal has soaked through the fabric of your panties. You wish you could close your legs, hiding it from your boyfriend’s hungry gaze, but his position between your thighs makes that impossible.
He kisses his way down your thighs, purposefully avoiding your aching pussy. “I love these pretty legs of yours, too. The way you wrap them around me while I’m fucking you, like you can’t bear to let me get too far. Or when you’re sitting on my face, and I can feel your thighs on either side of my head. God, mon amour, it’s wonderful.”
His fingers hook under the waist band of your panties, and he pulls them off tantalizingly slow. They stick to your dripping core as he does, making him smirk.
“I change my mind, actually. I do have a favourite part of your body.” He tosses your panties on the floor, grabbing your thighs tightly and holding them wide open. “Nothing compares to this pretty little pussy.”
You whine at his words, the cool air of the room against your soaked pussy driving you wild. He licks a slow stripe up the entire length, flicking his tongue over your clit. You moan, dropping fully onto the bed and throwing an arm over your eyes.
Sanji traces his tongue slowly around your sopping hole, teasing you. He moves his mouth up, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly on it.
“You taste so fucking good, mon amour. Je te veux toujours. Ça me rend fou.”
He lets go of one of your legs and brings his hand to your pussy. He laps eagerly at your dripping hole while his nimble fingers rub rapid little circles over your clit. You can feel your climax building as his tongue fucks in and out of you.
“Sanji… I’m so close…” You gasp.
“Let go for me, chérie.” He groans into your pussy. He lets go of your other leg, hand disappearing down his front. The vibrations of his words send a shiver through your body as you feel your coil snap.
You cum with a loud cry, gushing over his tongue and face. His fingers keep working circles against your clit as you ride your high, hips bucking frantically into his face.
He doesn’t pull off of you until you push his head away with a whine. Your clit throbs almost painfully from the overstimulation as he reluctantly pulls his hand away from you. He kisses his way up your body as you lay panting and sweating on the bed, slowly coming back to yourself.
You give him a dazed smile as he hovers over you, bumping his nose against yours.
“Come on,” He guides the two of you up the bed to rest against the pillows. He curls in behind you, arms wrapped protectively around you.
“What about you?” You pout and turn your head to look at him, not wanting to leave your boyfriend high and dry.
He flushes, averting his gaze. “I, uh. I already came. While I was eating you out. You just, um, tasted so good I couldn’t help myself.”
You giggle and plant a gentle kiss against his lips. “That’s really hot, Sanji.”
He eyes you suspiciously, as if unsure whether or not you’re teasing him.
“I swear.” You say, repositioning yourself back to be snuggled tightly in his arms.
You feel him smile against the back of your head as you drift off to sleep.
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it’s valentine’s day, you clown
cw: 1.2k wc, blank blogs don't interact, something something your volleyball superstar boyfriend tooru flies home to surprise you only to pass out on your bed, this is my first ever hq fic and it's a complete coincidence that it's about him please be nice and don't make any assumptions
thank you @moondust-lore for reading this 🤍
His breathing stays regular and quiet as you crawl onto the mattress. Your bed is still somehow comically small and far from ideal to accomodate that unique ensemble of long limbs, sturdy muscles and swooping brown hair. Yet his sleep is serene, features relaxed that fill your chest with warmth that almost prompts your fingers to run through smooth locks. How have they not been rendered thicker or dry by the sea salt yet?
You’re careful as you snuggle closer to his broad back, not really wanting to wake him up. A small smile creeps onto your lips at the thought of how tired he must’ve been, couldn’t even bother to properly slip underneath the covers, knocked out in seconds. Flying all the way to Japan, travelling for almost 24 full hours to surprise someone must do that to a person.
The shock has worn out, the sensation of your heart being one second from bursting and exploding into a million golden confetti has dimmed. Now your head feels clear enough for your mind to be focusing on the important stuff, the mundane thoughts you didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on for months are a messy but colorful vortex. Would he like the usual for dinner? Does the uniform or any shirts need some ironing? Yes, yes, Tooru favors dry cleaners because they’re practical and he’s rich but you desperately want to contribute. You want proof that he’s home, actually home. With his big designer suitcases and wrinkled shirts and ridiculously expensive glasses and a smile that still shifts your world’s axis.
You allow yourself to scoot closer, until your nose brushes against his shoulder. He radiates a comforting warmth and smells nice as always. Of sunscreen, beaches, the cologne you have bought for his birthday. As you shut your eyes, memories from the previous night start slowly blurring the edges of your consciousness and lull you to sleep.
“Shit! Fuck!” you jolt awake at the unexpected profanities, the last thing you remember dreaming about including tanned skin and a much more peaceful scenery made of rolling waves and golden, powdery sand.
“What… what’s wrong?!”
Oikawa Tooru is looking at your with what could be only defined as a glare. Eyes squinted, accusatory worry lines and all.
“You let me sleep? Why were you sleeping too instead of waking me up? It’s late!” his pitch gets higher with each word and by the end of the fully formed sentence you’re grimacing. The awfully old digital alarm clock on your nighstand flashes a red 11:05 PM.
“I’m sorry!” you panic “I didn’t mean to fall asleep! I know it’s late but I can probably put something together for dinner anyway? Are you that hungry? Wait, actually, let me get something delivered and…”
Now he’s staring with an openly outraged look on his pretty face, which makes you think finishing the thought probably isn’t the smartest idea.
“You… don’t want me to order in? I mean, fine, you can pick any local restaurant or takeaway, I don’t really ca-”
“Are you stupid?”
Ok, well. That feels unfair.
“I already apologized for falling asleep, no need to be a jerk” now you’re squinting your eyes at him. One eye. The other is being relentlessly rubbed.
“You’re right” he sighs and his massive shoulders slump, head hanging low like a wounded animal “it’s not your fault. I’m the dumb one. Couldn’t even set an alarm”
“I think you’re blowing this out of proportion, we can still eat something. If you’re worrying about your sleep schedule, I’m sure I can find some sleeping pills or…”
Oikawa looks at you, exasperated.
“That’s definitely not what I’m worried about”
“What the hell are you worried about, then?”
“It’s valentine’s day, you clown”
You blink back your surprise, his fond eye roll not easing the heat that takes over your face as realization finally dawns on you. “That’s… that’s why you flew here?”
Tooru leans forward to lightly flick your forehead. A car passes down the street, the light bleeding through your shades brightens the room for a moment and you catch the sincere amusement in his eyes.
“Yes, darling dearest. That’s exactly why I flew here. I was also supposed to make plans, take you out on a proper date, rob a flower shop from the inside out instead of passing out and drooling on your favorite duvet”
You stare back at his comical frown for a few seconds more before falling back into your pillows with a chuckle.
“Glad you think this is funny and not irredeemably gross. Stop giggling, let me think. I’m gonna go buy the most expensive champagne bottle and pick dandelions along the fucking sidewalk if I have to, and then-”
“Tooru”
“What?” he’s already swinging one leg over the edge of the bed “I’ll be quick”
“You’re here”
Oikawa snorts.
“Yes, I’m still here. Now, if you could kindly let go of my shirt…”
“I don’t want any of those things. You know I don’t want them”
He huffs and air comes out of his nose. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted it to be special” his tone is petulant but you recognize the real thing vibrating underneath, the genuine disappointment.
“It’s already special because you’re here. The only thing that could make it extra special is you filling this cold, empty spot next to me” you pat the covers with a lenient smile and Oikawa allows himself three seconds, three entire seconds to sulk and flash you those big, wet, sopping eyes with a pout that makes him less of a volleyball superstar and more of a kicked labrador puppy.
You welcome his painfully heavy body on top of yours, sharp angles and hard muscles that somehow melt perfectly in your embrace. He’s holding you so tight, head buried in the crook of your neck, soft hair tickling your cheek.
“I’m sorry” Tooru murmurs the apology quietly and seals it into your skin. You know he truly is, devastated as he always gets when something doesn’t go according to the plan. Always one for grandiose gestures and loud displays of affection, chasing whatever it takes to validate how he feels just in case the other person needs proof, always additional proof heaven forbid they feel neglected or get bored. His confidence wavering, his mind always running 100 miles an hour. Am I doing enough? Am I still enough?
“I love you” you reply for good measure and his arms tighten around your body.
But do I deserve it?
“Thank you for flying across the planet to get to me” you smile into his hair before kissing the side of his head “I missed you”
“I’d fly across the solar system to get to you” he’s smiling too, it’s in his voice.
“Corny” with a grin, you pinch his cheek until he looks up with an exaggerated, pained groan. But before he has the chance to protest, you take his disgustingly pretty face in your hands.
“Wherever you fly from, I’ll be there to welcome you home”
Tooru smiles into the kiss, chases your lips when you relax back into the pillows.
And I’ll spend my life trying to deserve it.
Good thing he has at least five different Havanna Alfajores variety boxes somewhere in one of those suitcases. And two tickets to fly back to Argentina.
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