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If you have a #anti ship in your post I automatically block you.

Only immature haters have those.

Horny on main for older fictional guys but when an older man approaches me in public I pterodactyl screech

#the Pitt #the avengers #dc comics #marvel #older man crush

“everybody get down!” abbot’s yell fills the room and before you can compute what’s happening, someone is pulling you to the ground and covering you.

there’s a ringing in your ears that you think might be from adrenaline, but the sound of a gun hitting the floor confirms what the urgency was about. the patient is apprehended and you look around to find people covering patients, hiding behind tables, and robby scowling at the man who came in with the weapon.

“you good?” it’s abbot’s touch you feel against your face and you realise he’s the person who covered you. “(y/n), are you okay?”

“i’m okay,” you confirm shakily. “i didn’t know…”

“i know, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he says soothingly, that gentle hand of his still cupping your face as he shouts instructions over to robby. he turns back to you, eyes softening. “god, if something had happened to you…”

you’ve had an unspoken thing with abbot for a while. neither of you have acted on it, but there’s the occasional flirty conversation in a bar after work and maybe you think about him more often than not. but he’s older, he’s also your attending, it would never work.

“i’m okay,” you repeat softly. “thank you, jack.”

“don’t mention it, kid.”

he gives you one last look that you can’t read, before his name is being called and he’s off to fight the next battle. a breath escapes you.

sugardolly

synapsephase

Good luck babe

lovinglotsacharacters

This has been done before im sure

keirareidss

SOS - s.r

♡ summary: the bau travels to colorado for another case where you find yourself in serious danger pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: violence, blood, case details wc: 2.5k

"They didn't have the chips you like but I got you these." Spencer dropped a bag of sour cream and onion chips on the conference table as he sank into the chair beside you. You were in Fort Collins Colorado for a case where an unsub was kidnapping children. As of right now, three children were missing with no confirmation of if they were alive or not.

bjlipss-deactivated20250530

— nanami vs. the flat-pack furniture .

you should have known it was doomed the moment you saw the words “some assembly required.”

but when you brought home the new bookshelf from the store—dreamy and walnut-colored, perfect for the ever-growing pile of novels beside your bed—you were optimistic.

nanami, however, stared at the box like it had personally offended him.

“this will take five hours,” he said flatly.

“it says thirty minutes on the label.”

“that is a lie, my darling.”

he was right.

two hours later, you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a minefield of bolts and hex wrenches, watching the love of your life—grade one sorcerer, certified genius, practical to the bone—go slowly feral over the world’s most complicated instruction manual.

“they didn’t even label the parts,” he muttered darkly, flipping the paper upside down and back again. “what the hell is part E? they gave us six identical wooden planks and decided one is E and the rest are F? that’s sadistic.”

you were trying not to laugh. really. but the way he squinted at the tiny cartoon drawing of a screw like it had personally insulted his ancestors was too much.

“i think part E is the shorter one,” you offered gently.

“they are all short.”

“one’s slightly shorter.”

“slightly?”

you crawled over and held two up next to each other. “see?”

he stared. then, reluctantly, nodded. “this is absurd. this is an insult to engineering.”

“you fight demons for a living, kento.”

“and none of them have ever tested my patience like this.”

you bit your lip to keep from laughing and leaned against his shoulder, watching him wrestle a wooden dowel into place. after a minute, he gave in and leaned back into you slightly.

“you’re enjoying this,” he said.

“very much.”

“it’s humiliating.”

“it’s adorable.”

he gave you a look—exasperated, but fond. you knew that look. it meant: i hate this. but i love you more so i’m gonna do it anyway.

—

by the third hour, he was lying flat on the carpet, arms spread dramatically, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers.

“it’s cursed,” he declared.

“you exorcised it?”

“emotionally. spiritually. physically, it remains.”

you sat beside him, reaching out to play with his hair. “we could’ve just bought it pre-assembled.”

“pre-assembled furniture is overpriced.”

“you say that, but your blood pressure says otherwise.”

he cracked a smile, then reached up, wrapped an arm around your waist, and tugged you down to sprawl across his chest.

you let out a little oof and grinned into the fabric of his t-shirt. “giving up?”

“recharging.”

“this is nice,” you mumbled.

he hummed low in his chest. “it is. all things considered.”

“you mean the bookshelf that bested you?”

“i will burn it.”

“no you won’t.”

“you’re right,” he sighed. “i’ll finish building it, and it will haunt me forever.”

—

miraculously, in the fifth hour—powered by stubbornness, revenge, and one begrudging granola bar break—you and nanami finally finished the damn thing.

it stood proudly (a little crookedly), full of your favorite books and one very specific photo frame: a picture you snapped of nanami, red-cheeked and mildly sweating, mid-glare at the instruction manual.

he pretended not to like it. but he never took it down.

and later that night, when you were curled up on the couch together, legs tangled and shoulders pressed close, he kissed the top of your head and murmured, “next time, let’s just hire someone.”

“no way,” you said. “this was the most fun i’ve had all week.”

he sighed. “is me suffering really that fun?”

“yeah,” you grinned, kissing his cheek. “but only because you get all cute and stuff.”

“you have a strange taste.”

“i love you too.”

xavistarlight

Pilot caleb headcanons

Caleb and his little family take a flight together જ⁀➴

Pilot!Caleb who takes you and your daughter on a well deserved vacation, him as the pilot of course.

Pilot!Caleb who announces that you and your daughter are on the flight.

“hello passengers it’s your pilot for today Caleb speaking , clear skies are expected for our journey in air today, today’s flight will be an hour and 40 minutes. I would also like to inform you that my daughter and wife are on the flight today.. hi baby girl be good for mommy”

Your daughter starts cooing loudly recognizing Caleb’s voice the passengers on the plane all adorned by the sweet encounter.

Pilot!Caleb whose most nerve racking flight is the one with his family on it, he just wants to make sure his girls are safe at all times.

Pilot!caleb who is torn up at the fact that he can’t be with you knowing you have flight anxiety internally hoping having him as your pilot brings a sense of peace.

Pilot!Caleb who packed a bottle of milk along with his coffee making sure to hand it to the flight attendants before the flight to give to your daughter, knowing milk always soothes her to sleep.

Pilot!Caleb who engulfs you and his baby girl in the warmest hug after landing.

reignpage

❀ In which you and your husband compete to be your baby's first word

“Say ‘ma-ma.’”

Your baby makes some noise. It’s an adorable babble that induces cuteness aggression in the form of you biting her chubby cheeks and listening to her giggle, but it’s not the exact sound you want. Still, she’s a clever girl so you know she’ll pull through sooner than later.

“Playing dirty, sweetheart?”

Kento walks into the nursery, laying his folded suit jacket over the armrest of the chair in the corner, where he sits down with a relieved sigh. He loosens his tie and gives you a tired smile, two long fingers beckoning you over. Baby in your arms, you nestle in his lap, immediately engulfed in his scent and warmth. He playfully nibbles on the fingers the baby shoves in his mouth, her own way of welcoming him back, you suppose.

Fresh from a long day at work, you don’t bother asking why he didn’t change into his home clothes immediately after coming back or why he’s not taking a much needed nap – your husband has asserted multiple times now that his favourite way of recharging is with you and his little girl. Home is wherever you two are, he says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, trying to distract the observant man by handing the baby over to him.

Humming as he presses a kiss to her forehead, Kento muses, “So, my gorgeous wife, who loves nothing more than coming out victorious in every competition she creates, has been behaving the entire day, withholding any and all attempts to make our darling daughter’s first word be ‘mama?’ Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

You plead the fifth and the guilty grin you give him is all the answer he needs.

“Hi, my sweet girl,” your husband coos, eyes sparkling with adoration behind his thin-frame glasses. “Did you miss dada? Dada missed you, oh, yes, he did.”

“Hey! Now you’re playing dirty.”

“On the contrary, my love, I’m simply catching up.” His smile widens at the fairy-light sounds of pure joy that he elicits from his baby girl with his nose kisses. “Dada would never resort to cheating, would he? No, not like your mother. Can you say, ‘mother?’ No? Oh, dear.”

That earns him a slap on his chest. “You are so annoying, Ken. I carried her for nine months, it’s my right to be her first word. I deserve it.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I understand, but our little love doesn’t. All that matters to her is that ‘dada’ is much, much easier to say than ‘mother.’” The 'little love' in question steals her father's glasses and waves it around with her balled-up fist. Knowing that a baby's grip is second to none, he doesn't put up a fight.

She's definitely your daughter.

“Uhuh, Kento. Keep plying her with complicated words to make ‘dada’ sound easier all you want but my girl knows her roots. She’ll come through for me." Shuffling off, you give them each a kiss on the head. "Alright, alright. I have to get started on dinner — you two have fun. Hear that, angel? Mama is going. Ma-ma is making food for your sperm donor. Can you say, ‘male parental figure?’ No? What a shame.”

They share a laugh: one appreciating your quip and the other, just happy to be there.

An hour or so later, dinner’s ready and waiting on the dining table. You don’t shout, not anymore; one never knows when the baby’s asleep and when she'll next sleep so every drop of quiet is gold in the Nanami household.

Quietly then, you creep down the hallway and peek your head through the gap in the door. The twinkling of a music box plays in the background.

Remaining where you left them, Kento rocks his daughter in his arms, running a finger from her forehead down to her nose bridge, tickling her delicate skin, a trick that never fails to make her smile.

Your husband talks in a gentle, tender conspiratorial tone and your eyes narrow in suspicion — the man hides behind an air of maturity and wisdom, obscuring his penchant for competition, but he can’t fool you. “Come on, sweetpea, make dada proud. Just like we’ve been practising, hmm? Say it with Papa Ken.”

Who’s playing dirty now?

Just about to scold him for his underhanded actions, hypocrisy and double standards be damned, his next words stop you in your tracks.

“Say ‘mama.’ Can you say, ‘ma-ma?’ Don’t you want to make mama happy? I know I do.” She only blows bubbles in response, tiny hands tugging at his tie now so she can gnaw at it, glasses returned to the rightful owner. “No? Tired from a whole day of being daddy’s perfect angel, are you? Alright, we’ll try again later. Come on, let’s go help mama. She gets grumpy when the food doesn’t cook fast enough.”

The last sentence was unnecessary but you appreciate the sentiment, nonetheless.

Especially grateful for his never ending efforts to make you happy, dinner's spent with you giving your husband a gummy grin and he, in return, eyes you in suspicion, all while your little girl entertains herself with her foot in her mouth.

At night, baby asleep and tucked away in her room, you push him down on the bed, practically ripping his clothes off. Dazed, confused, but very pleased with the evening's turn of events, Kento rarely ever has any choice but to let you have your way with him.

And beyond content in a way he never knew he could be, in a way he didn't know he'd ever deserve, Kento doesn't realise he's smiling beneath you until you thumb at his lips, a soft look in your twinkling eyes.

"Let's have another baby, Ken."

Softly, he mutters, “Whatever you want, dear.”

eraserbread

your husband, nanami, never spoke much. until his three-year-old daughter started.

on his day off, it started before the sun rose. he's tucked by the waist in bed, sleeping beside you, his maternal, gorgeously caring wife.

it's not abnormal for your daughter, rin, to stumble out of her bed since she retired the crib, but it is abnormal for her to blatantly wake kento up. but he wakes up—he's a good dad, and his little girl probably had a nightmare.

"daddy... daddy's sleepin'?" her little voice calls from his side of the bed, too small to see over the mattress, but faithful, what she heard was true -- his voice last night after she went to bed.

ken's rolling over in bed, pressing the heel of his palm into his eyes. looking over at you, you're dead to the world. completely knocked out. "yes... daddy's sleeping, my dear."

it takes her a second, shuffling on her little bare feet. she can't really reach the side of the bed, but didn't know how to say she wanted up. instead, she chews on her thumb and demands, "rin, too."

so kento sits up, half-awake as he stretches over the side, scooping her up under the arms.

"daddy, did you work today?" kento grunts as he settles rin in a straddle over his chest. his eyes are shut, but he peeks them open to see his little girl, smiling at her ruffled sleep hair.

"yes, love."

"what do at work?"

"a lot of meetings with very annoying men."

"what does tha' mean?"

"it means i had to deal with people I didn't like. it's something of a learned skill, unfortunately. one day, you will have to answer to annoying men, though I have faith you will know how to handle them." kento's speaking with his eyes closed, his deep, slow voice low as rin settles over his chest.

she doesn't register half of that, just content with listening to her favorite person talk. so, when she gets comfortable spread across kento's torso, she thinks about her daddy at work talking to you when he gets all grumbly.

ryoflix

the sukuna family becoming tiktok famous | f. reader, s/h prns., crack 'n fluff, estb. rl, ؛ ଓ

the camera’s balanced on a precarious stack of cookbooks and a cereal box—because god forbid you buy an actual tripod—and you’re trying to keep the shot steady while chopping cucumbers into thin, perfect rounds. the soft clatter of plates and that faint little kitchen hum sets the scene, and your voice carries low in the background, mumbling about today’s lunch plan.

“we’re doing hummus, pita, the usual... and carrots, obviously—”

you hold up a little container of star-shaped carrot slices, grinning at your own ridiculousness, before gently tossing them onto the plate.

offscreen: a loud thump.

“mama, am i on camera?” your son’s voice pipes up, followed by the sound of his socked feet skidding across the tile.

you don’t even flinch anymore. “yes, but don’t—"

he slides into the frame, immediately going still like a deer caught in the headlights. for exactly two seconds, he smooths back his hair with both hands and tilts his head to test angles.

“okay, bye,” he mutters once satisfied, zooming out of frame again like he was never there.

you snort and turn back to assembling a little bento divider. “that was the world's future heartbreaker, in case you were wondering.”

another interruption comes quietly: your daughter peeking into the camera from the corner, leaning into the frame so subtly it’s like she’s afraid to disturb it.

you catch her in the reflection on a pan and lift your head.

“hey, come here.”

she pads over, still holding a tiny stuffed animal by the leg. when you gently lift her up to sit on the counter, she beams at the camera, all sunshine and missing front teeth.

“smile for the internet,” you tease.

she does. oh god, she does—like she’s trying to outshine the kitchen lightbulbs. “hi, follower friends,” she whispers sweetly, not even knowing what that means, and you genuinely fear for the app’s algorithm now.

then the big one arrives.

sukuna’s already in the kitchen, just off-screen, nursing his post-shower damp hair with a towel slung around his neck. shirt slightly twisted from tugging on in a rush, and his usual early-morning pout.

“this recording?” he grunts.

you glance up. “yes. you’re in the corner.”

he doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink—just glances at the half-assembled plate like he’s calculating when you’ll be done and he can swipe food. then he sees them: the little carrot stars.

you don’t miss the subtle twitch in his expression, or the way he shifts slightly toward the counter like a man ready to defend a sacred relic.

“you put the—”

“yes,” you cut him off, flipping a pita over in the pan. “i put the carrot stars. and i added the garlic hummus. your favorite.”

juuyeah

Good with babies 🍼

#spy x family #anya forger

torubeth

you loathe mondays. it indicates the start of another week and your mind’s already filled with all the things you need to get done.

but that’s all forgotten when you enter the kitchen to find your husband cooking breakfast in nothing but a pair of sweats.

‘oh. my. god’ now that’s a sight for sore eyes.

he turns around at the sound of your voice and instantly, there’s a smile on his face ‘good morning my love, sleep well?’ kento asks, his arms outstretched.

‘it’s a good morning indeed. you just blessed my eyes kento’ you swoon, as you go up to hug him.

‘blessed?’ he leans down to kiss your forehead, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear.

‘yes, blessed! you’re so beautiful kento’ you gush, tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek.

was it the compliment? or the kiss? he didn’t know but nonetheless, he turned red.

‘you’re too much, you know that’ he rolls his eyes.

‘god forbid a woman appreciates her husband’ now you roll your eyes.

he just laughs as he turns to off the stove.

‘ugh! my husband is so handsome, can you give us a 360?’ you ask.

‘us? there’s only you my girl’ he bemuses.

‘yes, us. you know, for the invisible cameras’ you gesture around as you step back a little, looking at him expectantly.

he shakes his a head a little ‘you’re not gonna give up are you?’ he asks, knowing full well you won’t.

‘nope. now c’mon, give us a once over’ you say as you cup your mouth.

a small sigh leaves his mouth,

leaning off the counter, he straightens to his full height and gives a small spin, head bending a little to bow.

‘oooooo! i love how your muscles just pop and and your shoulders are just so on point and good god, i love you’ you squeal.

‘honestly darling, the things you make me do’ he grabs you by the waist, lips almost touching yours.

‘i’m just admiring my husband’ you defend, as you reach up to press your lips to his.

a small laugh erupts from his chest ‘thank you baby, but look at the time, we better get going’ he strokes your hair.

‘one more minute, i won’t get to see you when we leave for work’ you pout.

he just smiles, his hands tightening around you.

‘oh and ken? please don’t wear clothes anymore’ you suggest, earning a small smack on the back as he pushes you out of the kitchen.

(just husband kento, so rblog💪🏼😩)

theorphicangel

lowkey part 2 to this because i can't help myself

'hey...nanami...i need to talk to you about something, it's pretty serious' gojo states, walking into nanami's office without knocking. A sullen expression is on his face as he sits on his desk, ignoring the neat files of paper near him. Satoru swallows, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

'your crush is taken.'

Nanami looks at him with a puzzled expression, implying for him to elaborate.

'i saw her with an engagement ring this morning...i'm sorry man..I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I felt like I should tell you before you fall to your knees and crash and burn and-'

'it's okay.' Nanami interrupts not looking away from his papers.

'really? You're okay with another man just stealing her away?'

'It's not really stealing if she said yes.'

'But the principle! You liked her first!'

'As long as she's happy.'

'Wow.' Gojo's mouth shapes an 'o'. 'You really are the bigger man...I'm really proud Nanami.' he says, delivering a light punch to his shoulder.

then when Gojo goes back to his desk he finds a wedding invite with your name on it and....nanami kento?

you both can hear gojo's scream from each of your offices. Gojo barges in five minutes later, finding you in nanami's office with him, slamming the door open.

'HOW LONG?'

you and nanami struggle to find the words.

'HOW LONG?' Gojo repeats, tufts of white hair falling over his face.

'Three years.' you state.

Gojo falls to the ground on his knees in defeat. 'And...I didn't know about it?...nanami how could you?...we were best friends.'

'hardly' he deadpans.

(gojo ignores him for a solid 3 business days before asking what type of food and cake will be at the wedding)

Caleb: we have reports you were in the N109 zone.

Mc: nuh uh

Caleb: the fuck you mean, “nuh uh?”’

#love and deepspace #lads mc #lads caleb