#it's gonna be okay guys i promise. please don't give up yet. never underestimate the indomitable human spirit.

[north-noire]

assorted henry-charlie/puppet-charlie sketches and doodles for the soul (last one is drawn on my phone) since i really needed the wholesomeness of these right now on my timeline, and maybe some people needed to see it too </3

[drakenology]

bestie your little reader x daddy bakugou was immaculate 😚🤌🏻✨

i don't know if your requests are open, but if they are could i request a kenma daddy & little reader?

i have a headcanon that he was like,, kinda "put down" by people because he was a bit scrawny and quiet, so now he's like "i'll show em" and boom,, daddy

if you don't want to that's okay!! or if you'd like to save it for later that's alright as well💖 i hope you're having a good day! stay hydrated and don't forget to eat a good meal!!🤠

HNNNN!!!! how’d you know about my kenma sweet spot???

now i dead ass said I wasn’t gonna write today to give myself a break butt FUCK THAT

the world needs this ok??? also thank you for your request and hope you’re having a great day too. now time to lace up my boots, drink sum iced coffee and run this mf! hope you enjoy ;). I cannon Kenma being an absolute sex god okay? Mean Dom all the way! 

daddy! - daddy!kenma x little!reader

warnings: smut!, daddy kink, little!reader, daddy!kenma, butt plug, overstim?, dacryphilia (idk if i spelled that right...), pussy sounds, yep.

Kenma at first glance is a frail and meek guy. He was known mostly by everyone - including you at first- as a complete introvert who stayed out of the way most of the time, conversations never going as far as hi and bye. But with that, he always felt the need to prove himself as someone who isn’t so meek and quiet. He’ll prove that people shouldn’t underestimate him. So when you started dating him, you were absolutely shocked by his many kinks and insatiable desires. Kenma was the kind of dom many littles dreamed of. He was sweet and a very generous gift giver. 

When you’re the good little girl you were so inclined to be he’d reward you so well; soft kisses and new stuffies & toys to add to your collection to spoil you. He was excited to learn you liked being spoiled and treated like a fragile little girl. So he of course had to introduce his new title as our daddy in style. 

He’d start by leaving noticeable bruises all over your body. Conveniently placed hickies where his teammates could see, since he always demands you dress in practically nothing so everyone can ogle at his gorgeous baby. Short skirts, tops that left nothing to the imagination, thigh high socks; the works. That and a numerous amount of rules were set in place for you to follow behind closed doors; ask permission, say please, use your words. Something in Kenma loved telling you what to do and having you beg and bend at his every whim since he was often so looked over. He loves that you practically rush at the chance to please him and obey him. 

Oh but when you disobey?

He’s more than willing to put you back into your place. 

“What have I told you about little girls who don’t listen, princess? They get..?” Kenma lures you to finish his sentence, wanting to ensure you understand that you’re in trouble. He takes a leather belt- the first blunt object he could get his hands on to spank you into next week- and slides the material over your plump ass. 

“P-Punished..” You answer softly, burying your face into the plush belly of your favorite stuffie. Kenma earns your correct answer with a harsh strike of his belt, your back arching upwards in pain as you sob out an apology. 

“Too late for that princess. Whine all you want. It’ll only make your punishment worse.”  Kenma grunts, hitting the soft flesh of your ass and smoothing the sting over with his hands. He nudges his thumb over the pretty jewel that twinkled in the light, a cute butt plug he got for you to wear from time to time. He pushed it in a bit further, a desperate plea leaving your lips as he smacks your ass again with the thick leather belt. 

“Don’t like it when I punish you, baby?” Kenma asks condescendingly, already knowing the true answer when you mutter out a weak “no”. “Oh, but I think you do, princess. Why else would you act out so much today? You’ve clearly forgotten your place. Allow me to remind you.” 

Suddenly, his slender fingers are sliding against your already slick folds, Kenma sucking his teeth at the wetness of his fingers once he slides them easily inside. “Aww, look how sloppy my little cunt is. And you told me you didn’t like being punished. What a little liar you are.” as his nimble digits hook against your spongey spots, obscene noises filling the room as you cry out for him. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to overstimulate your pretty pussy until you saw stars, until you were begging him for a break. He growls as his hands work their magic on your puffy cunt, the other hand smacking your ass harshly as he brings you to your first blinding orgasm of the night, your greedy walls tightening around his fingers. 

“Hmm. You know what to say, princess.” he mutters once he notices your frantic sentences. 

“C-Can I please cum daddy? P-Please? I’ll be your good girl, daddy I promise jus’ please lemme cu-cum.” You babble, your eyes welling in tears as your toes curl up tightly. Kenma smirks as he burns holes into the back of your head with his eyes, not being able to resist teasing you a bit. 

“You promise, baby?” Kenma says, fingers moving faster as your moans become more desperate and high pitched.

“Yes! Daddy please yes! I-I promise! I p-promise!” You whine, unable to hold back any longer. Kenma tuts and grants you permission, not so mean that he can’t grant his pretty baby the right to cum for him. And so you do, your juices running down his fingers as you twitch and drool all over your teddy bear. 

“One down three more to go, pretty baby. You ready for daddy?” Kenma soothes, a hard cock now resting on your sore ass cheek as his hand makes way into your hair to yank it. You gasp, nodding as you look up at him with tear stained eyes. Before you can speak, his dick is already inside you starting off at a brutal pace. You’re a hiccuping mess, pleading for more as you clench around him already, extremely sensitive and needy. Kenma’s animalistic grunts are echoing past your ears, hand wrapped around your neck to choke you. You gasp, eyes rolling back as his cock hit your cervix over and over again; the white hot pleasure becoming all too much for you to take. 

“Daddyyy!” You scream, Kenma taking that wail as a compliment as he pushed his thumb against your butt plug, wanting yet another volley of your sweet juices to coat his cock. 

“C’mon, princess don’t be selfish. Gimme another..” 

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

19 - Clean Canvas

This chapters songs:

Here She Comes; Slowdive

Dog Cuddles; Dad Sports

Dream Girl; Crisaunt

- Y. L. Perspective

I tapped my chin with the pen, frustrated that you weren't able to come up with anything. "Ah! Koshi, that hurt!" I yell at him as he softens his hands upon my shoulders. He was giving me a gentle back massage while I tried writing my first lyrics, but I was struggling to find the right words to say.

"Sorry!" He then stops squeezing my shoulders, letting his hands slide down my torso, and pull me into a hug from behind. His head nuzzled into my neck as he spoke. "What is the song about?"

I shrug. "I don't even know yet. Maybe I should just write about how much of an untalented and wasteful girl I am!" I scoff, rolling my eyes back. Now, out of all moments, my feelings decide to disappear.

Both Koshi and I say criss-cross on his bed with one single lamp on in his room. His room was not at all what I was expecting. I'd perceived it to be much messier in my head, the way an average teenage boys' room would be. But no! It was spotless and quite basic. Still, I felt very comfortable in his arms as I attempted to write down some ideas. Feeling his heartbeat on my back was enough to make me feel at home.

"Why don't you write about us, Y/n?" He asks me as he pulls me back and forth in a sway motion. The suggestion had already popped into my mind before. But if I could write about it, what would I say? How I'm in love with someone who won't tie the knot between us?

'What am I doing at his house if he's not even my boyfriend? I've got to gain some self-respect.'

Perhaps bringing it up wouldn't be as bad as I thought. So, I pull myself away from his arms and sit in front of him, fully staring at his confused face.

"What is it?" His fair voice questions, one of his fingers attempting to fiddle with my oversized t-shirt.

There was so much to say. Why arent you my boyfriend yet? Why won't you tell me what's on your mind for once? Aren't you excited about the training camp? But I decide to pick the first question. "Koshi, what's there to write about? I...I know that we both like each other very much, but what does it matter if you won't call me your girlfriend?" I look down at the grey shorts I wore, afraid that he would be disappointed in me for wanting more from him.

"I didn't know you felt that way. I guess...I guess I just wanted you to feel comfortable around me, not forced to be with me," Koshi mutters under his breath, ashamed he underestimated my love for him.

"Well of course I want to be with you!" I exclaim, leaning my head onto his chest. It worries me that he felt insecure about his love. It wasn't as if he could be giving me too much affection. So why didn't he trust that I loved him?

I sigh while he rubs my back in a circular motion, wishing he would tell me things that bothered him like this. "So you wouldn't mind being my girlfriend, Y/n?" The man's words are clear to me when he said them, not lagged like all the other times.

I nod my head. "Of course not."

"Hm, okay. Then for our first memory of being a couple, I wanna hold you," Koshi says, laying us both down onto his mattress. He leans over me, stretching to grab one of the blankets on his shelf, and unfolding it over us.

"But it's so cold. Why don't we just go under your comforter?" I ask him, pulling slightly at the corner of the thick bed sheet. But he denies my request and pulls my wrist back.

He says, "Uh-Uh-Uh! I prefer it to be cold. When we go to your house, we can use the comforter. If you're that cold then you're gonna have to hug me tighter."

I'm surprised at how stubborn Koshi was being with me but glad he was becoming more comfortable with sharing his opinion. He treated me like a princess most of the time instead of asking for what he really wants. Even if it was just the matter of a blanket.

"Do you wanna help me try and think of something to write about?" I ask him in the most delicate voice.

"What's something that saddens you, Y/n? Something that you're worried will cause you despair towards the future?" Koshi asks me. I genuinely hadn't thought about it yet. "Love is more than just feelings. I think it comes with a lot of pain. Has there ever been any pain that you've encountered during being in love?"

"Not really." My words couldn't be more honest. With Toruku, I felt sick that I had a crush on my best friend's boyfriend. And when she passed, those feelings for him weren't nearly as strong as the ones I felt about her death. As for Koshi, I've only been scared of the pain. But I hadn't endured it yet. At least that was what I thought. Truth is that every lasting second I spent with him could only cause me more and more pain in the future. "Maybe when I find what to write about, I shouldn't tell you. I should let you figure it out when I'm done with it."

"Planning something behind my back?! How evil of you." Koshi jokes, leaning on one of his elbows to hold himself up as he looked at me. With the pale moonlight shining down on him and the lamp lighting the room up slightly, he looked more beautiful than ever. I was glad that I was the one to be able I witness such an ethereal moment with him. Especially since he held me in a special place. I was his first love, after all. That's more important than any relationship he could have had with previous girls.

Attempting to obtain reassurance, I grow curious and begin to play with my new boyfriend, asking small questions. "So...what does it feel like to have sex with a girl, Kou? I've never done that before... do they smell nice? Are they soft?" It was obvious that I'd caught him off guard, for he stuttered and looked at me strangely. "I promise I won't get jealous if you tell me. I only want to know what it's like. It may help me with writing if you tell me about passionate moments like that."

Given that I'd never done anything that was borderline sexual with anyone else, I was curious about how it felt. Both physically and mentally.

"Uhm—stressful. And I haven't done it as much as you might think, so I haven't ever enjoyed it." It comes to me as a shock that he didn't have a slightly good experience that he could tell me about.

"Wh-really?! But...I thought all guys liked it! You're saying it didn't even feel good?" I waft my hand into the cold air, confused.

"No, silly. Of course it felt good, but it wasn't as passionate as you think. I wasn't ever in love with any of those girls, so it only made me feel worse. Sex isn't good for those who aren't ready for it," he explains to me.

I nod, understanding a bit more of what he meant. "Does that mean you weren't ready?"

"Mhm. I wasn't," he says. Deciding to switch up the question, he asks me, "So, what is it like to have sex with a guy? I bet they aren't very good-smelling, are they?"

I blink a few times. "Uhm, I dunno," I say, growing shy at the question. "I haven't ever...you know...had sex."

Too scared to look at Koshi, I stuff my head into a pillow and sigh obnoxiously. Though I knew he wouldn't make that much of a big deal out of it, I didn't want him thinking I was a prude. A lot of people that knew I was a virgin made fun of me for it. Truth was, I'd never found someone worthy of taking my virginity. Many told me that it was horrible for your mental health, especially for younger people like me. Not to mention how scared I was that whoever took my virginity would be rough with me and it would hurt like hell.

"Hey, hey...don't get all embarrassed on me. A lot of people haven't. That's nothing to be ashamed about. Being a virgin doesn't make you any less of a woman. If it were up to me, I'd go back and stay a virgin until the right time," Koshi states. His attempts to cheer me up were sweet, but not working all that much.

"What do you think, Kou? Do you like me better that way? You know, as a virgin?" I ask him, slightly peeking up at his lost expression.

Yes, it was something very awkward to ask. But I did want to know what he preferred. Not that I would be able to change last second if he didn't like me as I was.

"Th—that isn't something I have power over, so I don't think about it. But...you could say I prefer it."

I'm happy with his answer. Still, I was curious about the reason, so I ask, "and why is that?"

"Well...um...I'm not too sure. Not to jump to any conclusions, but think it's because...if you weren't a virgin, then our first time together wouldn't be as memorable. It's sure is selfish of me to say, but I would rather you remember me as someone who shared that moment with you. That's why I wish I would have waited until I met you," Koshi began to grow flustered towards the end of his explanation.

"And if you wanna put it into a metaphor then you could say that being a virgin is like being a blank canvas. You can only hope that someone will make something lovely of you by the time they're finished."

I haven't ever heard someone describe being a virgin in such a beautiful way. And he was right— the first time is always something you remember. That is if it's enjoyable for you. I could only hope that I would lose my virginity to someone as gentle as him.

"Then when the time comes, could you please be that person, Koshi?" I spoke, laying a hand on his chest. My nervous nature was far too obvious for me to hide. But thankfully, Koshi didn't mind it. He knew asking something like that took courage. Such profound questions weren't something to joke about.

My heart race died down when I hear him tell me, "Of course, love."

Koshi quickly gets up to turn off the lamp and I make myself more comfortable under the thin blankets and many pillows he had on his bed. When he comes back, he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close near him.

It was no wonder that he didn't like to talk about his previous experiences with girls. He hadn't enjoyed them. But I was sure of it: and day, I'll make it up to Koshi.

"Goodnight, love. Maybe tomorrow you'll come up with something to write about, hm?"

"Yeah, goodnight." With one last kiss on the cheek, Koshi and I doze off to sleep.

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Hey everyone!! Just so you know, I have a special playlist on my Spotify that I made just for this fanfiction. I always add the songs that I include in the chapters, so please go check that out in case you'd like to listen while reading!!

I love you always!! Thank you for reading I do appreciate it <3 make sure to take care of yourself

AND PLS VOTE >:(

- estrxlar