#daddy deku

[yanderenightmare]

Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere

gn reader

Thinking about being childhood friends with Izuku, who’s always had a bit of a crush on you. 

You’ve always known, but you’ve never humored it. He’s your friend – anything else would just be awkward. If you had to put it in any other term, you’d say he felt more like a little brother.

You wish he’d allowed the two of you to grow apart – as normal people do.

There wasn’t really any reason for the two of you to stay friends after middle school. His quirk suddenly manifested, and he got into UA – became a pro-hero – and then the symbol of peace. And you were still… kind of just doing your thing – studying, working, struggling to pay rent – struggling to keep a date…

The two of you never had much in common anyway, and you never really knew what to talk about with him anymore – only knowing to ask him how his mother was. After all, you grew out of your otaku phase a long while ago – and otherwise, you felt out-educated in any and every conversation the two of you had with each other. You swear talking to him makes you feel like a toddler learning your first words – it’s humiliating, and you don’t understand how any of it’s remotely stimulating for him, either.

Still, he’ll text you when he has the time, asking if you’d like to meet up at a café – talk, catch up – and you, not wanting to be rude, always accept.

You’d gone wide-eyed the first time you’d met him after middle school. Jeez Louise – he’d had to have grown twice his size – jacked and scarred to no end. It only got worse over the years. Now, adults – he must be twice your size. Bigger even.

You blush now when he flirts with you. But not so much for the reasons he wants.

Honestly, it’s more uncomfortable than it’s flattering. It was Izuku, after all – Deku – no matter how little he resembled the crybaby from your childhood – he’d always be that same nerdy loser friend who’d chased after you ever since you first met.

He might have grown up, but his crush on you hadn’t.

His doe-eyed look of longing and adoration had always made you feel a little awkward – a little sorry for him. And now that he’s become a man, it’s only become even more… desperate… a little pathetic, actually…

Bedroom eyes that make you laugh nervously, pretending to brush it off as a joke but really wishing he’d just give it a rest already. Surely, as a pro-hero and public figure, he could get a date? One of the many screaming fans that pine for him everywhere he drags that awful golden cape he has on his shoulders. And if not any of them, then maybe a model. A movie star even.

Why is he so hung up on you?

The funny thing is, you’d tried vying him of his crush by telling him about hook-up after hook-up, boyfriend after boyfriend – treating him like a girlfriend you could gossip with.

But it’s almost like he takes it as a challenge – talking and helping you through your relationships, giving his input and advice – just like a real friend would… only… always implementing something… something condescending, something suggestive, something saying you ought to be with him instead – he’d never treat you like that, he’d never do you wrong, you’d be taking good care of with him.

You’d made the mistake of saying you were struggling with a class at university – just to make conversation – just to talk about something trivial. But of course, he’d seen it as an opportunity – quick to offer his help, saying he’d taken that class as an extracurricular – just for a bit of fun, he’d said, light reading material he’d done on the side of his internship.

You don’t know why it’s so hard to tell him no.

Suppose it’s the possibility of being wrong – the guilt of thinking he has impure intentions when he’s supposedly the purest person in the world.

But you should have trusted your instincts.

“Please, Izuku-” You’d immediately restored to begging. Who wouldn’t? He’s a two-meter-tall monster of a man – jacked with muscles fatter than a bear.

Your phone’s been missing since you came back from the bathroom – your lips wet with his unwanted kisses – your neck sore from having his fist wrapped around it when you tried stopping him.

You’d only managed to break free after biting – blood salty in your mouth. You nearly vomited, choking on a mix of bile and fear.

Fuck – your legs are so weak, you might just buckle from the dread alone – feeling like a bunny snagged on fox teeth.

“You used to take me when we’d play wrestle... you remember?”

The comment is pulled out of nowhere.

He stalks you, a fond look on his face as though the two of you were reminiscing good old times. As though his eyes weren’t a nocturnal green like foxfire on the fen. As though he wasn’t radiating black whip – ready to snare you.

“Think you can take me now?”

You had your hands raised apprehensively – but the hopelessness took its toll and made your entire body shake on the spot.

Your only hope was to talk him out of it. If only you could think past the fear and string a sentence together that wasn’t along the lines of “Please-”

But something about that look on his face told you he wouldn’t listen to reason anymore. Not manic, not like a person who’d finally snapped – but controlled –��resolute – and playful even. Nothing like you’d ever seen. Nothing you could understand.

“What’s wrong, hm?” He smiles, head tipped in that charming way that used to make you want to pinch his cheek. Now it just makes you sick to look at – swallowing thickly as you tack another step back away from it. “I’ll go easy – so don’t worry… I know it's not exactly a fair fight anymore…”

Your better judgment failed you – fight-or-flight kicked in, and you made a break for it. 

Budging into the couch on your way, it’s a messy scramble for the door – but you manage. Feeling feverish with dread and pumped full of adrenaline, you brush the cold handle with just your fingertips before something wraps around your midriff in a snug grip – pulling you back into the living room.

You’re lifted from the ground, kicking – now screaming – flailing in the air before you’re flipped on your back against the couch.

“Don’t be like that~” He murmurs. “Always so wishy-washy~” Voice in a low purr that makes you feel like coughing up your heart – squirming beneath him and his heavy hands as they paw your thighs – manhandling you like nothing you’d ever imagine him to do.

Raking his fingers through the dough before squeezing your ass greedily – kneading his fat crotch against the thin fabric protecting your sex. 

“Complaining about all your weak-dicked boyfriends as if begging me to come fuck you myself – yet such a flighty little slut when it comes down to it.” He sneers, and blackwhip tightens some around your limbs. “Let me help you out.”

One hand tugs your underwear until it rips, whilst the other hand pulls up to grab your face – squeezing your cheeks to keep you still when forcing his kisses on you.

“After all… what are friends for?”

♡ DEKU - MIDORIYA IZUKU masterlist ♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[novaneondream]

Girl dad things

[thief-of-eggs]

“Daddy issues make you a people pleaser, but mommy issues make you like. A sociopath”

Yeah. That checks out.

[red-writes]

On a dark and stormy night

professor! izuku midoriya x student! reader

summary: reader is in love with her professor and izuku is weak when it comes to you...

content contains: daddy kink, spanking, squirting, smut, the nickname 'little girl', reader gets her back blown out.

red's note: a little darker than what I typically write also am I slowly developing a daddy kink? who knows

it's pouring outside but you're not willing to turn around now. your hair is sticking to your face, your jeans are clingy and cold and you can't seem to rid yourself of the chill that the poor weather brings you. your finger hovers over the doorbell, hand shaking as you decide to press the small button. you've been to his house so many times but it feels different right now, feels like you're making a mistake. the lightning that cracks in the sky makes you jump and almost solidifies that gut feeling as truth but as you're about to turn around the door opens.

"y/n?" he asks, then he gasps and pulls you inside. his house is warm and yet you still don't stop shivering.

"you're soaking wet-- how did you get here?" he asks as he runs to the sofa and drapes you in a blanket, every time you've come to his house he always drove you seeing as he lived further than any professor on campus. he ushers you from the doorway after you kick off your shoes and you don't open your mouth to respond, instead you grab his arm and he halts in his tracks.

"are you okay? what's going--" his words get caught in his throat as he witnesses you. you've dropped the blanket onto the floor and you begin undoing the clasp on the front of your top before it slides off your shoulders.

"'m cold professor.." you say, voice small and izuku swallows hard as you unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your thighs before kicking them away. you unhook your bra and let your breasts free for deku's eyes to swallow whole.

"please warm me up" you plead as you reach for his hand and place it on your hot mound. izuku swallows yet again and his mouth is held open for a moment before he speaks, shocked at your bold display.

"you don't know what you're doing..what you're asking me to do" he says, but doesn't move his hand.

"don't you want me professor?" you look down at the erection poking against the fabric of his sweatpants. "it looks like you do"

he shakes his head 'no' but again makes no move to push you away and so you walk closer to him, so close that your chests are pressed against each other and he sucks in a breath, he can feel how hard your nipples are through the thinness of his t-shirt. he can't do this, he shouldn't do this. you're his student, someone who admires and looks up to him by indulging in this he would be way out of bounds. he could lose his job, he could lose everything.

"y/n..you're just confused. I know, after having those conversations about your life growing up and your father not really being there for you, having a person like me step into that role has you wanting to cling onto me, to have me fill the void of your dad but I'm not him and we shouldn't be doing this. if you leave now, I'll forget it ever happened. I'll pretend I never saw you like this" he states, firmly although his voice wavers when he feels your wetness soak his fingers from over your panties.

"fine" you say and pull away from him, izuku is relieved, thinking you've finally come to your senses but instead you pull down your underwear and kick them to the side, you bend over the back of his couch and spread your pussy lips open for him to see.

"you're right professor, I want you to be my daddy." you turn your head behind you to look at him and your fingers find your clit as you rub circles onto the twitching bud. "professor, don't you want to be my daddy? please say yes daddy...I need you" you moan and izuku's cock drips pre-cum into his underwear, cock hard and pulsing at your words. his feet are glued to the floor but his eyes are focused on every sway of your hips, every press of your fingers onto your clit.

"daddy, please, come fuck me daddy" you whine as you slip two fingers in your soaking cunt and begin fucking yourself with them. izuku curses under his breath and walks over to you taking your fingers out your cunt, he uses that same arm to pull you up and he smashes his mouth against yours. your hands are quick to find the band of his of sweatpants and shoving the grey fabric down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock. you lean back over the couch and he strokes his cock a few times before pressing the reddened mushroom tip against your fluttering hole. in one even thrust he's fully seated inside of you. the girth of his cock had your hands squeezing the back of the couch for dear life. every thrust he gave you felt like he was knocking the wind straight out of your lungs.

"does my little girl like that? does she love the feeling of her daddy's cock stretching her out?" and your cunt squeezes around his cock at the sound of the nickname falling from his lips.

"yes daddy!" you cry and he does as you ask, his thrusts become harder, rocking your body forward and his cock grinds against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your eyes roll as his fat tip assaults it with ease. he slaps your ass and the sting has your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice and izuku nearly cums at the feeling. he raises his hand and slaps your ass again, this time you cum from the burning sensation left behind on your ass cheek. your eyes roll back into your head and your body trembles underneath him as your orgasm washes over you. but he doesn't stop, he keeps spanking you until your ass is raw and bruised just so he can feel that vice-like grip on his cock. you're well past overstimulated, the feeling of getting your cunt fucked on top of having your ass spanked until it was painful had yet another orgasm drawn out of you a rush of liquid shot out of your cunt and onto the man behind you as well as the floor.

"no..stop daddy 'm squirting! stop stop aah!" you cried but he didn't, he couldn't, not when the girl he'd been lusting after for months finally forces his hand. not when he was so close to cumming. izuku looked up from the place where you two met and looked at your fucked-out face, eyes hazy with drool dripping out the side of your mouth. with a mumbled 'fuck' he felt his balls tighten as he came. his hips didn't stop immediately, his thrusts were shallow and he laid on top of you as he finished emptying his load into you.

he only moved off of you when he felt himself soften inside of you. when he pulled away a mixture of your cum dripped out of you and onto the floor beneath you.

"let's get you cleaned up" he says and you stand back up on wobbly legs and walk until you sit on the couch. he follows you and you pull him by his t-shirt to the floor in front of you and it's clear what you want him to do.

"daddy will you eat your little girls pussy, please?"

izuku gulps. his eyes dart from your eyes to your swollen, ruined cunt. his cock was already beginning to swell with blood once more. you were dangerous but izuku just couldn't resist you.

[izvmimi]

cw: minors dni. smut. tw dubcon. tw breeding. tw daddy kink. tw babytrapping.

a/n: to top off being in heat i’m reposting this before bed

“P-pull out, ‘zuku,” you moan, although your body signals differently with the tight hold of your legs wrapping around his midsection. “Pull out, pull out, pull out,” you babble through the saliva dripping down the side of your chin, head arching back as he buries his face into your neck, sinking teeth into your skin.

You gasp as Izuku bites, clenching your walls harder against him, and he groans in pleasure directly into your ear, holding you so close you’re near breaking. You’re almost there, and you think maybe, maybe he’ll tip over with you too this time and paint white inside you but you’re not sure when the last time you took your pill was and…

“B-baby please, don’t… cum… inside…”

Izuku stills suddenly and the absence of friction almost feels like withdrawal - but he’s still inside you, cock thick and warm and stretching you full.

“You sure?”

Maybe it’s the huskiness of his voice that has your body react anew - you sigh again and your body tenses beneath him, and then you tilt back, pelvis rocking against his to encourage him to move and give you what you need. Your frustrated whines as he stops moving in protest amuse him, and he laughs - or rather blows air from his nose - then presses his forehead to yours.

He kisses your lips once.

“You sure you don’t want me to cum inside you?” It’s that voice that he uses, the one that makes you question, that lowers all your guards and reservations.

Flushed and faint, words fail you as he kisses you again.

“Hm? You don’t want me to paint you all pretty?”

Izuku slowly pulls out of you, to the protest of your entire body; your hands claw at his back desperately as he slips away, and as though simply to indulge you, once just the head is out, he slams back inwards causing your eyes to roll back.

“‘Zuku, please…”

He pulls back again slowly, taking his time to drag mercilessly against your cunt, then slams back in deep, causing you nearly to sputter with garbled nonsense.

“Mm? You sure you don’t want me to fill you up?” Izuku asks.

Another nudge at your cervix, and you feel yourself flood around him.

“Don’t want me to put a little baby in you? A cute little thing that’s just ours, my love?”

He presses deep again, sinking as far in with his cock as you can possibly handle, then possibly more, pushing you to your limit. You teeter at the precipice of orgasm, and he drags you back yet again, playing with your emotions as he massages at your breasts.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders lose strength, and he knows he has you, his voice deep, husky and warm breath tickling your face. His locks graze at your skin as he teasingly pecks at your nose, raising up against you for you to get a good view of rippling muscles, the horny tension in his neck and jaw, and the lust in his eyes.

“You sure you don’t want me to fill you up?” He asks again, and it’s somewhat of a mockery; he presses a hand at your lower belly, intensifying the sensation of every dizzying thrust.

“Can’t believe you don’t wanna make me a daddy? Don’t you know it would make me so happy, baby?”

He speeds up and your pleasure continues to build. It’s not fair that he does this, not fair at all. But he bites his lip, and you can tell he’s concentrating because of the grip his fingers have on the sheets. Every rock of his hips now is purposeful, as though he’s decided on your answer before you have, or rather he knows you so well that it’s clear you’ve conceded now, if not obvious by the glassy look in your eyes.

“‘Zuku, p-please,” you moan helplessly.

“Please what, precious?” he asks, not relenting his pace to suck at your neck, not slowing to press your hands up above your head.

“‘Wanna cum… want you to cum in me, ‘zuku!”

He smiles because he’s won yet again by your fucked-out expression, pleasured salty tears streaming down the corner of your eyes, the way he’s so easily convinced you. His heart swells at how good you are to him, for him, and how easily your body and mind responds to him.

His name falls off your lips so easily, Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.

He could stop here but -

“Oh no, baby, call me by my other name,” he murmurs, pulling up one of your limp wrists to kiss your knuckles as he continues to fuck you ceaselessly.

Your eyes seem to struggle to focus on him, but he can see your lips move.

“Go on, you remember,” he coaxes, taking your fingers in his mouth.

You do. Of course you do.

“Please fill me up, Daddy.”

[janepflame]

I love them all

[herblay]

So uh about Hisashi Midoriya

A list of things Kohei Horikoshi one hundo percent intended for us to understand about Hisashi Midoriya, because he definitely implied them uh somewhere in text (next to social structures and a functioning bureaucracy) (Izuku Midoriya substitute teacher is so fucking funny to me tbh like Horikoshi really said bb ur a glorified babysitter till ur bestie gets his money up) (Him being Bakugou's sugar baby hero is SO fucking stupid I wish I could've come up w that)

Canonically Izuku was a fucking immaculate conception.

The real Hisashi Midoriya was the friends we made along the way

He is really All Might's secret lovechild, Todoroki was right all along, the problem is both All Might and Inko forgor

He left to get milk and never came back

All for One actually fucked his dad

All for One is his dad

(All for One believes he is god. God is like, everyone's dad. In some sense, u know?)

All for One is actually the baby daddy of everyone in this series they just ain't admitting it.

Much like Anakin Skywalker, Izuku has no dad and HELLA midichlorians

He left to get milk and came back but like 20 years later so we ain't seen it yet

Nana Shimura is actually Hisashi Midoriya. How, you might ask? I said so.

Hisashi Midoriya died like an Anime Mom Death bc he wore his hair like that once but they didn't show us because we'd cry too hard and never forgive it

Hisashi is just so hot they can't show us in canon bc we'd be too distracted

Bakugou killed him. He can have a little homicide as a treat.

Izuku killed him. He SHOULD do a lot of homicide as a treat.

Inko killed him. Real.

He left Inko to have a whirlwind romance with someone's secret twin (I haven't decided who yet)

Principal Nedzu ate him (he was delicious)

Fire breath did not protect him against spicy food and he went on Hot Ones and died.

Hisashi's quirk wasn't fire breath, it was negligence, baby!

[yanderenightmare]

Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, dubcon, f!reader, asshole Hero Deku

Just thinking about Deku’s fangirl.

How lucky you felt when he took you home after you’d asked for his autograph in a bar – thinking about the expectations you had, how many times you’d imagined Hero Deku singing sweet praises in your ear as he made sweet love to you oh-so-softly – and thinking about how hard you choked on your spit when you understood just how far away those fantasies were from the truth as he fucks you like you’re shooting a hardcore porn-video.

His hand presses down hard on your face, mushing your head halfway into the white hotel pillow while his other hand fists the band of your skirt to keep you up in a pretty slope as he pounds your puffy cunt only in harsh slaps – hips clapping your ass as he uses your skirt to pull you back to meet the sharp thrusts as though you’re but a means to an end to make him cum.

Oh, but you’d been Deku’s number-one fan for years, and you’d been so giddy and excited as he’d paid for the hotel in the reception, feeling so lucky and honored, unable to fathom how any of it was even happening. Biting your lip with shy eyes blinking sheepishly, thinking of how sweet and gentle he would be in bed – so, so, so surprised when he had you pushed flat against the elevator wall with two of his fingers hooked on your tongue to make you yelp out a moan while his other hand found your cunt and squeezed the mound as though staking a claim.

You don’t really enjoy it when it’s rough – it scares you, to say the least – but this is the number-one hero, and you’re not so confident to protest when you feel you should be grateful that he’s at all touching you – even though it feels like he’s running your stomach through.

Looking over your shoulder, you can spot tattoos you’ve never seen on screen, the tribal kind that you’d expect to see only on gang members and otherwise other types of bad guys you’d not want touching you at all. He’s also wearing chains, the slim silver kind douchebags wear and compare. He’s even got fat rings on his fingers, digging into your skin where he pressures down on your face with his thumb hooked in your cheek to keep you singing mewls for him while he swings into you from behind harder and harder each time – grinning when watching how you grip the sheets in whitened knuckles as your whole body jumps on every impact.

He tips you over after a while, but missionary had never felt so threatening as he immediately locks your throat in a fist – his lips ghosting your parted ones with grunts and hot air, green eyes salaciously enjoying the show of you gasping for breath as he fucks the moans right out of you in harsh and deep strokes hitting you in new and tender places – forcing your toes to curl in the air, thighs hiked on his hips.

His other hand holds the top of your head, blunt nails push smilies into your scalp – and it all just smothers you enough to make you cry as his lips and teeth graze your cheek with a leer. “I like my sluts like this- submissive. Taking it like happy little whores in love with getting dick in their wet cunt.”

It’s not the type of sweet talk you wanted, but still, his low and gravely grunting voice forms a fist in your belly and makes you tighten on the fat shaft that has you speared. He groans at the tightness, biting your cheek as his hips stutter, shooting his load inside you without warning.

You’re in shock. Feeling the sweat between your bodies and the warmth of it inside you. You can only stare blankly up at the hotel ceiling fan and halfway wonder why you’d not thought better of it when he’d booked you into such a cheap and sleazy place.

You hear the popping of the Sharpie, but it doesn’t register. Nor does how he pushes the felt tip of it down in the softness of your tit. He scribbles something – cap held between his lips and teeth as he asks, “Wha’ was’h your name again?”

You mumble it dumbly without asking yourself why as he writes the letters on your skin. You don’t flinch when he pulls his phone from the nightstand and takes a picture with the flash on. 

He doesn’t stay for long.

Actually, he doesn't stay at all. He doesn’t even shower before pulling his pants on and leaving with his shirt draped over his shoulder.

You look in the mirror after willing yourself to get up.

Your chest reads Deku, number 47, then your name.

tip-jar: Kofi

[scopophobia-polaris]

And if I said I will do $10usd bust commissions

[maybabiii]

Move out of the way kids, toshi will stop at nothing to cook his boy a meal… even if he has to dress up as cooking mama

[ohdeersthings]

I don't know if everyone has seen the new episode of My Hero but when they showed the boy Toga had a crush on and it was basically Izuku just in a black wig and pale makeup, I need a DNA test yall. Who's The Daddy Murray!?!

[dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023]

I would like to think that if Dabi survives everything, settles things with Endeavor, and tries to move on, he will make a somewhat good dad. Hear me out!

His experience with his own dad would, of course, haunt him. At the same time though, it would help him raise a kid who is loved and cared for. He wouldn't put heavy expectations on the kid and would want the kid to be who they want to be. Sure, he would be clumsy at it, and probably annoyed sometimes, but he would never toss them to the side and ignore them. He would try to be kind but would also be a tad bit blunt. That being said, he wouldn't hide things from the kid and would also explain things to him the best he could.

(Yes, I have thought of a story idea where he has a kid. I also have a story idea about Omegaverse DabiDeku having a kid. I am not ashamed!)

[sistamajor]

It's still #Kacchan of the #bakugou s in my head

💥🥦

& when your precious daughter starts calling you by Ur husband's pet name for you, well

it's intervention time

#daddykatsuki title has to be preserved.

But #deku ... Don't teach her anything strange please.. lol 😆

💚🧡

#mha #bkdk #bkdkfanart #bkdkfamily #otp #izukumidoriya #katsukibakugou #oc #cominc #drawing #selfimprovement #cute #daddy #kacchanxdeku #ktdk #familyshananigans #silly

[kazureicentral]

yesterday I rewatched my favorite mha episode in dub and sub

“for fun” I said

I had places to be after that and I physically had to hold back several sobs

I think rewatching buddy daddies would kill me

[aromanticannibal]

I love how I can genuinely say I identify w/ most of my favorite characters but never for their redeeming qualities

[theloveinc]

caitie…my sweet wonderful gf…i’m afraid i’m being plagued with thoughts of girl dad izuku…

thinking of how spoiled rotten she is. how her favorite color is green because her daddy’s hero costume is green and it makes his heart melt every single time. thinking about how she has an entire band of pro heroes protecting her because “she’s deku’s kid, and if anything happened to her, he’d lose his shit.” thinking about how he gently wakes her up every morning and blows raspberries against the spattering of freckles on her cheek she so obviously inherited from him. and oh GOD, she’s so attached to him, squeals and laughs and giggles every time he pops up in tv, shouting “dada! dada!” and trying to wriggle out of your arms to crawl towards the screen

MY beautiful bf......... how dearly i've missed you so!!!🥺🥺🥺

Oh gosh, though... YOU should've known the first time she recognized him on TV that you'd be doomed to have a little daddy's girl; standing up on her chubby little baby legs (something she was so rife to do even when being taught to walk, stubborn like her father) to squeal nonsense at his dirty face on the news. How she even recognized him in the midst of battle, you're not sure whether to find cute or be worried about, not to mention later, when Deku comes home dirty and she's rubbing against the stink of him like she wasn't freshly bathed and in clean-pajamas.

(Tou know it's her way of asking to be put in the tub with him while he washes up, too)

Truly, spoiled is beyond the word for it. Eeeeespecially with how many drawings Deku makes you save, all colored in green or in different colors for different heroes: he doesn't let you throw out a single thing she brings home for him (not that she doesn't bring stuff for you, too, but ... usually it's all daddy-themed).

Good luck to you trying to join in on her books and bedtime or morning routines when he's home to do it for you. You peek in on them in her beautifully decorated bedroom (which almost all of your husband's friends had a hand in building: rody with the painted, bird-themed wall art, bakugo with the closet full of the prettiest clothes, deku and shoto sharing the labor of the loft bed, and ochaco and mina on the collection of toys) and you can't even tell where his hair stops and hers begins with how cute he is trying to get her to sleep. WAH.