request: soft daddy!pro bakugo x little!reader age play comfort drabble for @heartofjasmina ♡
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you snuggled into katsuki’s arms in your comfiest onesie, one with long sleeves and snaps at the crotch and cute little animals printed on the fabric. he’d even put cozy socks on your feet and braided your hair after getting you bathed.
“alright, little one, open up,” he said softly. he slipped in your pacifier into your mouth.
you buried your head into his shoulder, pulling your stuffed bunny closer. “today was icky, daddy,” you said.
for anyone else, your speech might have been difficult to understand, but katsuki had listened to you talk with a pacifier enough to have little trouble.
“i know, punkin. but daddy’s here now. time to let all that go. can you do that for me?” he said.
you nodded as heat bloomed on your cheeks.
“good, that’s my girl.” he gave you a kiss on the head.
katsuki pulled the blankets over you both and grabbed books off the nightstand nearby. “daddy picked two bedtime stories. which one would you like?”
your hand hovered over a well worn copy of winnie the pooh, but you hesitated.
“can… can i has both, please?” you asked quietly.
katsuki grinned, and his heart filled with warmth. “of course, princess.”
he set the second book down and started with your favorite, with pictures of christopher robin and his little brown bear. the warmth in katsuki’s gruff voice was soothing as he read. you clung closely to him as the pages turned, one leg wrapped over one of his, a hand on his waist. try as you might to keep your eyelids open, they grew heavier with every passing word, and by the end of the book you were fast asleep in his arms. but true to his word, he softly read the second book through as you slept. he turned off the lamp on his nightstand and pulled you closer still as he laid down, drifting off to sleep with you.
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someone to watch over.
peter ballard/henry creel/001 x reader
✰summary: henry has a crush on you, his only companion and his true love. and you have a crush on henry, your bestest friend in the whole world. despite this, you’re to scared to tell him and he’s too worried to tell you and so you two act like your hearts aren’t fluttering.
no warnings!! just cute fluff :)
enjoy!
henry couldn't compare you to anything, you were simply the best. his only companion, besides the spiders he had found in the vent, and the only human in the world he'd ever truly need.
the feeling inside his chest, the one you always gave him when you smiled or squeezed his hand or pulled him into a hug. now, he could compare that to something. it felt like fireworks, and cotton candy, and dancing to the beat of the rain. it felt comforting, like the songs his parents would play and he imagined it would last forever.
that you two would be married, and one day you'd open your eyes. see the world how he had always, and finally you two would conquer the universe together. hand in hand, a shiny ring on your finger and the multiverse at your fingertips.
henry wanted the best for you, and wanted all your wishes to come true. he'd do anything for you, and he dreamed of marrying you every single day. even now, as he stared at you from the back of the math classroom.
he liked it because he could ogle at you from a far, no worry about being caught. the embarrassed blush that would dust his cheeks whenever you realized he was looking at you wasn't the most amazing expression.
he hated it deeply because he wished he was next to you, but instead, it was that rather unpleasant bully of his. henry could think up a hundred million reasons why him sitting next to you would be better. an example is the fact that he understood math very, very well. In fact, it was his best subject and you seemed to be struggling with it. he could help you, and watch that darling smile of yours spread across your face.
he really was head over heels for you, the way your hair fell over your face, your voice, your laugh. how when you held his hand, you never hesitated to intertwine the fingers and pull him closer.
inside, he wished to pepper your face in kisses. to admit his undying love to you, to be your knight, your rock. it was endearing, the way you'd skip over to him during lunch despite being the most popular person in school and knowing you could sit with anyone.
you would plop down next to him and shoo off anyone who would bother the both of you. it was you and him against the world, against bullies, against math, against people, against everything and anything.
henry watched longingly as you asked the man that had been tormenting him for weeks for help! why, henry is beyond shocked. how could you, a sweet lovely amazing girl, talk to that guy!
henry watched jealously from the back of the math class, his gaze flickering from you to the jerk of a boy. he doesn't think he can watch one more second or else he'll do something he'll regret.
and as if god heard his wishes, the bell rings throughout the classroom. signaling that it was lunch time and henry would have 30 minutes to eat and most of all, spend time with you.
henry collects his books and starts to walk from his seat, a smile stretches across his face when he sees you walk— practically gallop to his side. the teacher is talking about homework, but henry can't hear her over you.
you're talking about your day so far, about how you hate math and how in the morning before school you slipped on the grass, which is why your white socks are slightly tinted a bit brown.
you talk about your hair style, and how last night you went to your cousins birthday party. henry can tell, there's still small specks of glitter in your hair and he reaches down to take one out. you smile, softly and happily.
one of your hands slip into his, and you two walk down the hallway hand in hand. you do most of the talking, and henry listens. he sometimes asks you questions, to make sure you know he's listening.
your hands are warm, and henry's hand doesn't hesitate to soak up your warmth. you two walk to your usual lunch table and sit down. of course, you're still going on about whatever happened in science and of course, henry is listening intently.
he'll never know this, just like you'll never know he likes you but, you thought about kissing him today and yesterday, and the week before that. you thought about kissing him on the cheek, or on the lips like you sometimes see your parents do.
but for now, you'll settle for his hand in yours. holding onto him, and him holding onto you. he likes this, you talking with him while you both eat from his lunch box.
you forgot your lunch again. well, as far as he knows. You had made it a habit to leave your lunch at home, despite the scolding you'd get from your mother. you did it to have this small, seemingly insignificant moment with peter.
you're both eating strawberries, and your teeth are tinted red. you laugh, and he smiles. he really loves you, and he can't help but think life couldn't be better at all without you.
you two, according to all teachers, are attached by the hip. henry hears what they say about you two, when they think they're whispering about how adorable you both are.
but he couldn't care less about what they say, as long as he has you. that's all he will ever need or cherish or want, you. the most angelic smile comes on your face, it's shy and small and you're giggling.
"i’m so sorry! i almost forgot to ask about you, how was your day hen?"
henry tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and he smiles too. "it's better now."
and you feel your heart squeeze, butterflies gently brushing their wings along the lining of your stomach. it is a better day now, now that you're with him.
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hello again, back on the note of Gregor's dad and Ripred being penpals spiraling into him being an adopted member of the family and Gregor being REALLY bad at gnawer but trying, can only say a few words.
Ripred's packmates jokingly teach Gregor to say 'dad' and tell him that's what you call a mentor figure you respect/your alpha, and is what he should culturally call Ripred. 'It's totally a big deal and you should, it'll impress him so much.' And they make him practice til he can pronounce that word PERFECTLY.
Oh. My. Gosh!
Yes! I can feel the second hand embarrassment from here.
And I bet it’s Lizzie who finally tells Gregor what that word really means. Or even that he hears Boots using it for their dad. That would be so cute. Hazard probably taught her.
And when Gregor first uses it for Ripred to his face, Ripred is both DyiNg with laughter and kind of touched. Extra points if it’s in a dire situation that Gregor first uses the word and Ripred genuinely thinks he means ‘dad’ and goes into that’s my kid mode to get them out of the situation. Later, Gregor is horrified when he finds out what the term really means. After a while he’s okay with it tho, but only because Ripred really has been acting like his dad lately and he makes everyone swear never to tell Luxa.
Ripred inevitably tells Gregor’s dad of this development and they have a laugh about it. Gregor’s dad is sure to remind Gregor about his other dad on Father’s Day. Gregor is so done.
There’s a whole fic in this idea, someone get on that! And tell me when it’s done because I want to read it!
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