kitchenlittle

[kitchenlittle]

“Playing with Pens” Human TMNT Donnie x BFF! Fem! Reader 🍋‍🟩

Warnings/ Mentions: Wrestling/Restraining, mutual attraction, suggestive language and situations, Black-coded reader, slight injury, illuding to sex, dry humping, hairpulling, mention of bodily fluids, masturbation, erections, and pizza.... (I've always imagined human Donnie as black, looking like the model above but with shoulder length dreads and glasses if anyone is confused)

Pen on paper gets annoying after a while. That disgusting sound that the pen's tip scrubbing itself across the page was somehow akin to the sounds of an overworked keyboard. That 'Tap', 'Tap' 'TAP'. Especially when it would get low on ink and the tapping would get worse.  The loud thunks on the desk as the extra liquid was coaxed to tip and onto the page. Dotting its way onto the edge of your last nerve. Not to mention the following loud cursing as your assailant would lose his concentration as he fiddled with an equation. No amount of hitting would get that old ass pen to ink any faster and yet this ‘genius’ never seemed to get it. Though there was some hope for your sanity. Sometimes he’d give up and just get a new one. You were thankful for those rare moments of silence, when you could just watch him take a second to breathe. It was all short lived because then your friend would raid the poor, old desk for the nearest utensil filled cup and get right back to helping you lose your mind like clockwork. 

He’d continue his assault on your poor ears with another somehow even more maddening scrawling with a smooth pen. He’d whisper to himself. Softly discussing incantations filled with numbers and formulas, theories, and worse all the weird nicknames he’d give his tools and inventions. Occasionally acknowledging your presence with an expected glare and a little conversation.

It had to fucking stop, how else were you going do nothing for hours if he was damn near trying to win a competition for the world's most annoying best friend with a ratty notebook. Without another thought your body reacted. Tape-tethered glasses were clasped in your delicate grip instantly, ripping them away from the bridge of his nose. His expression contorted from a shock to a frown in an instant, followed quickly by swift disappointment. 

He slammed the pen onto the previously abused paper in a huff. “Stop playing and give them back.” From his tone, you can tell he was very unimpressed but not trying to lose his cool...yet.

He was obviously not ready nor in the mood to play any of your games. If it wasn’t already evident from the fact that his brow was twitching because he was surely going to verbally assault you if you didn't give in and give him his glasses. His eyes were still scanning over the equations in front of him once more despite his annoyance. Of course, you had to choke in a laugh his face was practically trying to fuse with the paper with how close he needed to be to read them. The skin out his nose wrinkled as he sighed. 

“I was on the edge of a breakthrough” His brown pupils bore into your own, a mixture of pleading and anger swirled in their dilation. 

You rolled your eyes. Both of you knew he barely made mistakes and could do it later so he was just being extra for the sake of it.  “Your pen is loud as hell. You can’t use your dry-erase board for all this?” 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. He leaned back in his busted-up chair. Stretching his long limbs as he reached behind his monitor to grasp the board in question. He studied you as his sock feet dragged the rickety wheels across the room towards you.

He tilted his head while squinting dramatically. “Does this look big enough to do all this on?” He pointed to his decryped notebook. 

You raised your eyebrows and did a head tilt of your own. Still, you guarded his glasses in your palms, ready to fight him to protect your ‘delicate’ hearing.  “That notebook doesn't even look healthy enough to write on in the first place. Just use the damn board. 'Shit looks like it got stage four cancer anyway.”

His expression was totally displeased. Years of friendship between you two have provided him a completely broken sense of humor and his overactive imagination drummed up a crude illustration of his familiar notebook in a cartoon style with a thermometer in its mouth and ice pack. Looking at the ceiling was the only thing saving him from collapsing into shambles just then. 

“Shut the fuck up and gimme back my glasses. You know I can barely see shit without them. I need to get back to work. Last time I checked no one is forcing you to be in here anyway!” He pushed his dreadlocks out his face, slipping an elastic band off his wrist to throw them into a ponytail as his normal violet durag was likely discarded somewhere in the mounds of blankets on his bed. The one you are residing on. 

For a second you were thankful not to have pale skin as he’d see your embarrassment from a mile away. You’d seen Donnie without his glasses in the past, but you never paid his face much attention since it always accompanied by his sleeping form or a slight face injury. But then again, he was also never this close either.

You were a bit trapped on this edge of his bed as he had rolled himself close enough to pin your legs to the side of the mattress with his own, purposefully of course. His hands further pinning your thighs to stop you from escaping his hold. If he were any closer, you’d be hovering directly over his face. He sat just below you. Unsuprising as he would be eye level if his bed wasn't so high off the ground, with him being 6'2 it was needed. His normally titled eyes wided a bit more than normal to grimace at you. He ran his tongue over lips to unconsciously moisten them. That alone nearly had you cave. Lord, his skin, you’d kill a man to have the clearness and velvet shine that his face flaunted. When did he get so pretty? Even his lashes were gorgeous, long and moist as they rested briefly when he blinked. The light made his dark brown eyes look like reflections of the night sky were trapped in them. And his sweet voice...like a violin dipped in honey, a real dangerous combination with that Harlem accent. He'd do better as a super model if he weren't invested in his make-shift lab. Did you want to give them back? You were frozen.

“So you just gonna sit there and looked stupid with my expensive glasses in your hand?” He followed up his corny roast with a chuckle. The gap in his teeth contrasted his dark features so much, it almost made him look enteral. Little did you know the feeling was mutual, he only laughed to distract himself from staring at your lips for too long. 

He honestly hated insulting you but that was his brain's natural response to any confusing emotion. A nasty habit he picked up from being raised with rowdy brothers.  

That ‘look stupid’ tore you out of your trance quick. You scowled at him and your grip on his poor glasses got tighter. He wasn't that pretty! Obscenities flew through your brain as you turned around on his comforter to crawl off with them. Stupid aye? Oh, you're about to show him stupid. He would undoubtedly get them back soon enough and you weren't meant to mistreat them, but he wasn't getting these Malcolm X- headass glasses back without a fight. 

You were off and if years of martial arts training taught Donnie anything it was to constantly keep your eye on your opponent. Before your untrained limbs could even crawl off the edge of the bed near the door's entrance, a sharp pain crept up your ankle and skin as the wood off that dreaded staff was scooped under your torso and under your lower half in an instant. With one hand clasped around his oculars and the other being supported by your legs the minute the staff completed its journey under your legs and feet, your face planted hard into the mattress. The last thing you saw was a mass of purple before it all went dark. 

You heard laughing as the surface underneath you dipped underneath his weight. He was crawling up the bed. Your foot jotted out backwards to kick his leg but it ended up a bit too high and you kicked him in the groin instead. If you had learned anything over the years then the fact that when you ever played fought with any of the guys, hitting them somewhere that hurt made them more aggressive. A loud almost pornographic groan filled your alert ears as a large hand pulled your leg back and towards him. The staff came down and hard on your wrist they were holding the glasses just barely missing the lense. It didn't hurt that bad but it stung like a bitch. Still, you weren't backing down.

He was well aware you didn't mean to kick him there but the aching pain almost made him see red. After slapping your wrist he kinda hopped you drop them but you both knew if those glasses made contact with that wood floor they would cease to exist. Truly, he needed to get new ones but he gave up on trading in the old ones as his neurodivergent mind would never allow it, too many memories in those specs. That's probably why he was so ready to play rough with you to get them back. Well….that and to make his best friend beg for mercy. He always got his way somehow anyway, so why not see how he’d get it this time.

He slid his Bo in front of your clavicle and pulled backward to further knock the wind out of you. Forcing your head out of his sheets you were pulled back to face the ceiling, He took a swift arm under your back and down pineed your non offending arm to behind you. Seething, he pinned your wrist there and straddled yours directly to trap them underneath him so you didn't try anything funny again. 4/5ths of your body was underneath him. You hate how fucking tall he was because he could do this with easier access to your weak points and he was too heavy to simply push off. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn and give them back. NOW. ” he snarled at you but despite all odds, he was having a bit of fun. He'd never actually hurt you and he knew you'd never betray him by purposefully breaking his glasses. But, he knew you and that you were petty enough to hide them or give them to one of his brothers to further this little game. No pencil was so damn loud that getting hit in the wrist and pinned down like an animal was worth it. 

You let out a needy whine in response. If he weren't so focused he would realize how terrible the scene would have looked if someone walked in. You outstretched your petty hand and still wanted to create distance between him and the glasses. With a wicked mind, you had clocked that both his hands were occupied forcing you down. You still had the upper hand. 

“You’d have to let go of that dumbass stick or let go of my hand to get them. You not that quick”

You were right. He was skilled but not gifted in speed, which was Mikey’s forte. He would've swiped these glasses in a second, no need for the theatrics. He almost wished he was here to help. Strategy was more his game. His heart rate was picking up as he weighed the choices. He could feel your pulse doing the same on his thumb. A choice had to be made now or else this would never end. 

You smirked, both choices were terrible. If he let go of the staff, you'd let him have the glasses, but you'd immediately move to flip the both of you over until you got the upper hand. And if he let go of your wrist you just hit him and push him off to start the struggle for them all over again. You weren't a super skilled fighter, but you picked up a few dirty tricks over the years from hanging out with his family. Even he'd have to be impressed at this point with the amount of (questionable) wins against his brothers in the past. ‘Borrowing’ Leo’s Manga, snatching up the last slice meant for Mikey, scaring Ralph while he was doing reps, the works. You proved proficient when came to getting out of trouble and like him you'd win by any means.

He nodded, accessing the situation a little closer. Looking down at your pinned form. The show of exposed skin almost ripped him out of his thoughts, until something caught his attention. Black braids that lay perfectly on your backside. Bingo. Your braids were freshly done and likely still a bit sore. Perhaps you'd be more susceptible to giving up if say….they were pulled? He let go of the staff with a thud, letting you silently celebrate before reaching for the glasses and your hair. After he let your wrist go to, he forced his hips forward to get more reach. He wrapped the perfectly laid hair around his knuckles twice and gave them a slight pull before letting his other hand chase the eyewear. 

You yelled out, closing your eyes to soothe yourself through the seething pain forced your head to tilt back. The vice grip you had loosened significantly, and he was able to snatch them away. Much to your dismay they slipped out like your hands were made of oil. He didn't miss the way your shiny lips made an ‘oh’ in shape in protest along with the way your hips pushed back on him.

He slid his glasses back on. A familiar snug on the bridge of his nose solidified his victory. He wasn’t totally blind without them, hence why he was still able to fight with ease to get them back, but without them his vision was pretty far-sighted. There was no way he’d be able to finish anything that required writing if didn’t have them on, the blur was too much of a distraction. Maybe that’s why he was surprised to acknowledge a well-known pulse in his abdomen, ignored the fact that his hips were firmly planted against your ass, and damn near buried in your covered heat. Or the fact that your skirt had risen up quite a bit, completely putting your slick-covered panties on full display. Giving his bulge comfortable spot to rest against. He stared down at himself, the pulse starting to ache like he had gotten punched in the gut. A stark contrast to the jolt of sweet electricity hit his senses as you pushed back against him to struggle once more. He threw his head back momentarily as he dropped his staff. Everything in him was screaming to hold your hips against him and force you to speed up until you were begging. He carefully blew out a shaky sigh as a sweat built on his fingertips. He retracted his hips slightly to not alert you to the situation, nowhere did you indicate that you had noticed. There on the creased seat of his pants was a damp dark spot. His lowered gaze trained a bit higher to see an even larger offending patch on your underwear. Somehow, seemingly going unnoticed by you.

“Okay you got your glasses, you can let go now~ Fuck… please Donnie” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you caught your breath. With the cold air attacking your lower back you were ready to huddle up in a blanket and some pizza downstairs. 

Donnie was panicking. Another jolt, this time more blissfully painful than the last. Why did you have to say it like that? He was so close to the object of years of his affection. How often had he been in this same position, except alone at night? He had been trying to ignore the fact that he liked you for so long. Throwing out excuses like ‘he just liked your perfume’, ‘You were a girl so his body was just reacting naturally’, ‘Of course he thought you were pretty, everyone did’… 'maybe he should pin you down during training a little longer…to scare you…not to be close to you'. Who the fuck was he kidding? He almost tore apart his lab a few days ago after Mikey drunkenly kissed your cheek during game night. 

He choked up, feeling his cock twitch as he completely forced his hips away from the warmth of your body. Grappling a pillow stealthily, he pushed it into his lap and sat in his lab chair to quickly face away from you. His body's rising temperature was already warning him he’d pay for that later. How could you be so casual about this? There’s no way you didn’t feel him mashing into your folds a few seconds ago. 

Unbothered, you hummed a weird song as you pulled yourself off his covers. Panties still flashing your favorite nerd as the bend of your spine sent him into cardiac arrest. Pulling down your skirt nonchalantly you flipped onto your back and bounced off his bed towards him. 

You would have thought a blizzard was materializing in front of him with the hairs of his neck standing at attention. The bed head wasn't helping either, nor was the smeared gloss on your lips and face.

“Donnie, come on, let's go downstairs and get some food. Maybe I can handle your writing habits with a full stomach” You raised an eyebrow at him. He was acting all twitchy and weird again. 

“C-can you give me a minute?” He was looking down at the floor now, white-knuckling the pillow at this point. It wasn’t helping, the plushness pressing down on his tip with the added moisture was only mimicking the feeling of your hips. If he wasn’t careful at this point he’d give in.

You caught up to the hesitation in his voice but read it as anger. The muscles in your race shifted into a frown. You didn’t give him another peep and slid off the bed to the door. Was he really that mad over the glasses? Giving him another look before you closed the door, the expression on his face unmistakable, frustration. Pouting you quickly padded down the spiral stairs, much to his chagrin. Leo’s voice soon called out. 

“Oh, hey y/n! Here, get a slice of pizza before Mikey takes it all!”

Donnie broke out in a cold sweat as an exhale forced its way out now that you were out of the picture. He peeled the pillow off his lap. Staring at the culprit of his panic. Breathing became harder as a trembling hand pushed his dreads off his face. Blurry vision or not he knew the drill. Slouching against the tattered fabric of his chair he slid the offending hand under the black waistband. The hair trailed down his stomach scratching him slightly as he gripped the base. Hissing as it drew out some of his frustration. It dawned on him as he replayed all the events.

……. Extra scene:

Your eyes scanned the room past the arguing brothers of your best friend. He still hadn't come out. Was he actually upset? A hollow urge boiled in your stomach as you thought over what happened. He still kicked you out of his room, you were sure he'd make a move this time. Dread washed over, maybe you had made him uncomfortable? Looking up again you were forced to register that he still hadn't left. It had over 30 minutes now. Solemly, you finished the crust on the pizza and threw your grease-stained napkin in the trash. The boys had detected your mood and scattered to leave the room so as not to further agitate you. Then while you washed your hands, familiar footsteps craned downstairs. With an excited glare, you were sad to discover that he wouldn't meet your gaze. Soon your vision retreated back to the soapy sink.

He simply walked past you. Grabbing a cold slice out of the fridge along with an energy drink. One that you were sure he didn't like. Soon it was;s thin metal in your palm. Before you could question him he had already used his long legs to stride back up the steps at a steady pace. You turned it around only to be met with a sticky note, scrawled on that same inky chicken scratch of his. Ugly, but not illegible, you read its message quietly.

'You did that shit on purpose'

You froze, staring at his figure as he nonchalantly held his door open, peering at you with his famous unamused poker face, normally only reserved for when he found something to be difficult. The damaged paper was sheer enough to allude to more letters on the opposite side, so you flipped it.

'Let's talk about it upstairs. I don't want everyone to know our business'.

Too late for that though, his noisy brothers were quickly accessing the vibes and debating if they should haze Donnie over it once you left. The floor could have swallowed you whole in that moment and you would thank it. Hesitate, your eyes met. He was trying to act tough, but you could tell he was nervous his fiddling of the doorknob. He rolled his eyes and held back a grin when a smile tugged your mouth at his cute antics.

"Hurry up! You play too fucking much!"

Note: I know this fanfic is random. I decided to post finished fics with black readers in mind for black history month. Plus, I haven't posted in a while due to getting ready to graduate college soon. Hope y'all enjoy! Let me know if you want the other brothers too. I'm working on Mikey now.

[kitchenlittle]

guy anime fans do this all the time and then complain about being single and how all the girls in middle school hated them for being “weird”

[kitchenlittle]

Sometimes I think back to when someone asked me, “What's the sexiest accent in your opinion?” Just girl talk at lunch. I assumed I was gonna say something normal like French, Australian, Philipino, Italian, etc. As I live in America, I’ve had the opportunity to hear many. My Black ass thought to my art teacher in high school. Literally the sexist man I had ever seen and the physical embodiment of Harlem, as that was where he was from and so was that earworm of a voice of his. He was so handsome, he looked amazing for his age, loved anime, had salt and pepper grayed hair, and was witty beyond compare. Just by smiling at me the seed for liking older men took root in my brain. I though back to graduation and the last words he ever spoke to wrung through my mind.

“Goodbye Pretty girl~”

I replied

“I’d say the Harlem accent”

“…like the city in New York?”

I took a sip of my drink to calm the swell of old feelings rising in my chest.

“Yeah like the city in New York…”

[kitchenlittle]

OKAY NOW I AM PISSED! now @wakashawty/prncessrindou has deactivated her acc. this is actually heartbreaking to see so many talented black writers leave off of drama and simply just for being black

and if we’re being honest, it’s only going to keep happening. We literally cannot exist in peace in fandom because every time we turn around, someone is being god awful to us and it’s dismissed. To be clear, it’s not ‘drama’, it’s blatant racism and it obviously doesn’t matter as long as it happens to black people bc it’s always seen as some quirky joke. Like damn, maybe we just wanna write and simp too but nobody cares about our feelings. We get sent hate, told to die and that we’re everything but a child of god and we’re expected to just churn out works like it’s business per usual!

[kitchenlittle]

Fanfic thoughts

I’m always twisting the personalities of overall sweet characters. I love trying to find the edge in their dark moments, exploit character flaws, and explore the dark realities of their powers (if they have powers). But then I run into a character occasionally that genuinely is a good person to their core and I short-circuit.

Which sucks because there are a lot of popular characters with no stories for them and that DAWG in me is screaming to find something wrong with them.

It’s especially bad because I physically can’t write something if I can’t see the character actually doing it!

[kitchenlittle]

I feel inspired. I have a hoard of fanfics to shove down the mass's throats. I COULD write for anyone but I CHOOSE to cater to POC, especially my people, BLACK WOMEN, and will continue to forever! Don’t like it? BLOCK ME. @chrollohearttags ( I know we don't know each other but I will miss you regardless. Your mental health is more important than anything 💕)

long winded ass post I contemplated not writing but did it anyways. read if you’d like or ignore lmao.

so I feel as though this kind of goes without saying but a lot has changed on tumblr and the vibe has shifted a lot, sadly, not for the better either :/ I thought about this for a while and although last week, I was not posting any new content due to the strike, I’ve decided to step away from writing in general after this month. I could sit here and go on a tangent about how it’s the ‘algorithm’ and ‘dying fandoms’ but to me, this boils down to the fact that I refuse to exhaust myself to be unappreciated + disrespected. That’s not to say I’m ungrateful to everyone who reblogs and comments on my works all the time because I am incredibly grateful! I love each of you and I look forward to reading your tags/thoughts. However, it’s not lost on me that the anime fandom in general is becoming shrouded in toxicity and many of us are being pushed away. We’re in an age where people are seen as content machines and not humans so others feel entitled to their art and feel no need to be kind, understanding or empathetic to that person’s feelings. I’m not wasting my time trying to teach people manners that they should’ve learned a long time ago. I refuse to share my craft with people like that. And to say the quietest part out loud: y’all don’t want black writers around, PERIOD. One scroll through the dash shows that much. As someone who’s written primarily for AOT (not changing btw) and specifically the black side of the fandom, it’s almost laughable at the extreme lengths that ppl have gone through to see it be erased. And I don’t mean getting fics hit with labels or reporting (that failed so they switched to plan B.) since I began back writing in 2020-21, it was obvious that it was the most popular among black girls and I remember ppl telling me to write for them. Hell, it’s the sole reason I even watched. Needless to say, I fell in love with the show and it holds a special place in my heart. However, I realized I didn’t need any of the original material. Not only that, in all the years I’ve been writing, it’s the first time I’ve seen so many black girls resonating and happy with a group of characters. It was the first and only time I’ve seen stories where I didn’t feel as though them being a black character was a hidden secret or toned down to appeal to others (no shade). It was in my face and proud, even if I didn’t personally resonate with the reader or concept of the story. It still felt good coming from a fandom where I was literally the ONLY black writer in it. Fast forward and I clearly see that now, it’s not welcomed. We could sit here and blame it on non-blk (yt) having the problems but that’s a load of bullshit and the only enemies we have are one another. It’s been other black writers who have littered the tags with discourse abt the same stupid topic to avoid new fics being seen. It’s been other black writers who have switched fandoms when they were no longer the ONLY ones bc coexisting is just too damn hard apparently. It’s been other black authors who have made it blatantly clear that they are only interested in seeing and creating stories that are palatable to other races so they won’t be perceived in a negative light or to be seen as one of the ‘good ones’. Even down to not using black reader tags or avoiding coded language. So much so, they are comfortable laughing at anti-black rhetoric being pushed on other apps so as long as their new favs are not the brunt of the joke.

I’m not here to tell anybody how or what to write. I’m not here to say you ONLY have to like one show but what I am saying is that i will NOT be spending hours and days agonizing over a fic for it to be minimized to a joke for a bitch on TikTok. I will not spend the little free time I have trying to crunch and finish a fic for it not do well but watch y’all pile in my mentions to argue over nonsense. And I won’t sit here and watch y’all purposely try to run other black writers away bc they don’t fit ur aesthetic. Fiction is fiction and whether you resonate with it or not, it’s expression. I’m a boring ass country bumpkin from the middle of nowhere, Florida who’s got social anxiety, chronically ill, neurodivergent and is in bed by 10:00. I don’t smoke, never had sex and I literally never leave the house unless I’m grocery shopping. I never have and never will live the life of any of my characters, even the most tame ones. But I write for EVERY black girl and want everyone of them to be seen. The one space where that seems to be allowed is obviously not welcomed anymore. Arguing and trying to defend ourselves against people who are committed to misunderstanding us is pointless. Minimizing us down to ‘baby mama’, ‘hoodrat’ fics, simply bc you no longer like certain characters (many of which you all were writing for not too long ago) is quite frankly clown and coon ass behavior. Watching y’all become enraged by tropes that are used by ever race, every fandom, etc but turning the blind eye bc it suits ur narrative is fucking hypocritical and laughable at best.

I’m not insecure in my writing. Never have been and never will be. I know I pour everything I have into creating the best work I can and it’s for that reason that I won’t allow it to be treated like trash. I have over 250 drafts in my Google docs and best believe, that’s where they’ll stay until I see fit. Although I know it’ll probably mean leaving the last place I have any sense of community and social interaction in general, it’s not worth coming on here angry everyday in defense mode. Its not worth getting out of my character over and I rather just not be around if it means I have to play mean girl. My mind may change and all of this will just have been me getting shit off my chest but as of right now, this account will be archived come February 28th. Thank you to everybody who’s supported me this far and gave me a safe space. I love all of you so very much and hope that we can enjoy the rest of this month together 🫶🏾 🤍

[kitchenlittle]

My Writober Story

I thought I'd share a story of something that happened to me a few years ago, that gave birth to my mask kink. I debated posting this but whats a better time than now?

Warnings: Mentions of (hot) scare actors, underage teens (don't worry nothing bad), flirting, general depictions of haunted house attractions and hay rides, mentions of weapons/fake blood/alcohol/bullying/cursing, revealing costumes, sexual fantasy, sex in general, and mentions of arousal.

Every year I go to a Halloween attraction, so far over the last few I've only gone to 2 haunted houses. (I have a habit of visiting the history museum or pumpkin patches instead since I'm a big scaredy cat) 'Safe to say I don’t think I’ll ever forget the second time ..3 years ago…an event that opened up Pandora's box for my poor mind…a day that changed my brain's chemistry forever. Many thoughts about that evening dig their heels into my nerves every time I see the pumpkin decor take over at my favorite stores. One specifically has plagued me for ages since..…I should’ve asked that employee to fuck my brains out. 

I remember it being chilly outside, likely because I decided to go on Hallows' Eve. The leaves were crunchy, hued with reddish-browns and mustard-yellows. I could hear the shrills of nearby people being driven hellishly down a sketchy dirt road. The lines were long but luckily the faint smells of fair food and an excited group of chatty teenagers complimenting my costume kept me sane. Slowly I watched as  each large group of people were packed into the school bus and taken to some unknown destination. Soon the familiar wafts of gasoline washed over me and not much later I shuffled my way down the isles of the vehicle, sitting in the back where I thought I was safe from any scares. That was my first rookie mistake, my second was trying to take in the scenery of the bus rather than keeping tabs on the Micheal Myers clad employee that was about to scare me shitless in a few minutes. When the bus started rev up I expected a mediocre experience, maybe some light scares here and there, rock music, maybe some funny lights. I was wrong... I realized that after the announcer asked that we all screamed as loud as we could. I don’t remember if he was dressed up like the rest of us guests but I remember his monotone voice as the lights flickered. 

“Alright everyone give us a nice scream before we make our journey!”

You would have thought he hated he hated living with the way he spoke, his energy energy even carried into our screams as they were low and uncaring, mine were muffled due to my rubber mask's unforgiving room for me to breathe. I saw him visibly roll his eyes and got a bit depressed at the thought of at least not getting a good jump that night. Well... I got one while I looked into the window to my right to distract myself. Suddenly my body jerked as the loudest blood curdling volume of Rob Zombie's “Living dead girl” blasted my ear drums, the door slammed shut, the once jittering lights above turned red, and the bus took off at a breakneck speed down the unfortunately UNEVEN, CURVE FILLED, DIRT ROAD. Memories of my favorite Child's Play movie flooded every crevice of my mind and a forgotten childish  terror bubbled up in my chest. We all really screamed then, which only added to my fright..As the lights turned turn on and off, blood started to pound in my eardrums. I remembered a crucial detail that would make my night just that much worse. It rained the day before, meaning the ground we were driving on was still soft and probably muddy. I panicked though, no one gave a fuck about my little panic attack since they were abou to have one of their own, a famous slasher decided he was going to be the first thing I saw as my eyes tried to escape the visual of the fleeing dirt paths infront of the bus. I ducked my head down like the scaredy cat I am, looking out to the side when I realized that there were more actors tugging at the windows, reaching in at guests, even walking and riding the top on the roof, banging at the metal and yelling every insult imaginable. My shock and feelings of wanted to piss myself finally subsided when I closed my teary eyes...and then the bus stopped. Surprisingly, the slashers were gone, everyone stopped screaming, and the scene was replaced with the sight of an impressively decorated haunted house. One that of course had another long line. In my boot heels, WW1 era nurse’s uniform, and a plague doctors mask I waddled out onto the sweet stationary grass under my trembling body. I swore that the bus driver's attitude was a ruse to get our guard down,especially after I saw his lazy smirk behind the glass. I'd never judge a book by it's cover again. Crazily enough after all that that wasn’t the life changing event....

I stomped through broken small twigs and branches to get close to the entrance of the haunted house.. With the groups of people waiting in front of me it was safe to assume I atleast had about an hour before I could enjoy its horrors. Another group of teenagers started to chat me up. Unfortunately they were drunk. They taunted me, while putting their beer stained hands on my mask, trying to get me to scare them…I was assumed to be a scare actor. Unfortunately knowing the climate of the people in this area of the South they'd likely to have a reason to be violent with me if I obliged. My nurse's uniform was figure hugging so at least if they did there was no way they couldn’t claim they didn’t know I was a girl. Luckily I wasn't dumb enough to provoke them or have sudden moves. A masked employee patrolling around came to my aid, hiding his effort to make sure they didn’t escalate as a way to have a close up stare down with me.  Like two slashers betting each other to make the first move I held eyes contact with him. Hw was fairly tall, clad in all black except for a halloween mask and machete thrown over his shoulder. Despite his stare down I had to be silly and tilt my head to the side at him.

“What's going on?”

I giggled out to him through my words. I saw him roll his eyes playfully before giving me another look and walking away. The drunk teens had turned their attention to something else. Silently I thanked him l Despite him having a nice voice and towering over me that wasn’t the mind bending event either. I went through the line with no issues, walked up creaky wooden steps already showing wear and tear after being trampled on for weeks. It was a typical haunted house in the way that it did its job well enough. You know, doing it's job well enough scare the living hell out of me! Especially since their main gimmick was actors acting as decorations instead of being hidden behind walls and behind doors like I expected. The scares I got that night had me clutching my nonexistent pearls as I stumbled about. I unfortunately had to get into another line afterwards. The line was situated under a wooden pavilion, a lot of people were packed in like sardines but there were televisions tucked into corners playing, ‘Friday the 13th’. That pacified me enough to endure the snail paced walking for the next hour. Though I couldn’t help but listen in on the conversation of those behind me. Once again another group of teenagers but nicer and way more excited than I was expecting for a  simple hayride. Bored and heels digging into my ankles I decided to ask them about the hayride and what was so good about it. Eagerly they word vomited out a story of an infamous employee that worked on the ride.

“NO, NO, YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HE’s SO...FUCKiNG ...HOT!”

“Listen girl you will get  it when you get on, I’m asking for his number. He’s so fine that we had to get on twice!”

I stared at them. I thought, ‘how hot could he really be for them to think it’s worth waiting almost 2 -4 hours in the cold to see him again?’ No shade but as a southerner I've noticed that what some people consider hot is a lot of time mediocre  as there aren’t a lot of choices in the small town I’m from. I’ll admit I was skeptical. At most I was expecting some muscly guy dressed as Michael Myers or something , maybe even some Ghostface  dude with a cool voice. The group behind me practically squealed as we were seated on the wooden carriage to the woods. I sat on the hay and stared out onto the scenic path ahead. It was honestly inevitable for the first 3 minutes to not look around and just enjoy the gorgeous view. It was so pretty. One thing I can say about living in the country is that you can’t beat a full moon and a lush forest. Coupled with nice folks and delicious smells of the distant food court the weight seemed worth it. The blasts of cool air on my hot face was short lived as he came up to the first attraction, or theme? Zombie Hillbillies with what looked like oddly realistic guns? Yeah that scared all us when a zombie ran at a full sleep and a actor let off an actual shot near our heads as our carriage hightailed it out the premises. The track of the walking dead playing was unmistakable. Next? A Succubus den. A bunch of pretty girls wearing leather skin tight suits, beckoning my fellow riders and I to stay long enough to have our souls taken. Screaming, sighs, and even the cracking of a few whips overwhelmed us. We moved away, the red and purple lights we were basking in started to fade away and their siren song with it. They killed their roll, too bad I wasn't feeling it as much as some of the other guys and some girls on the wagon. I was feeling good, today had been fun but not too scary, something I preferred to just plain unfiltered fear on my favorite holiday.

We trudged through some more scenic forest until I heard the unmistakable melody of a circus music. I quickly reversed the direction of my gaze only to see what looked like a box with red light bleeding through its cracks. Two men with clown costumes opened its doors. I braced myself as I was sure this would be the last attraction of the night. I really couldn't miss the squealing of the teenagers I was seated next to. They were practically falling over themselves, grabbing at each others clothes and hyperventilating while giggling manically, though incoherent ramblings I heard words like ‘hot’, ‘fine’, and ‘he’s almost here!’. I had to tilt my head at them out of slight second-hand embarrassment and pure confusion. No one was inside, which was a uncharacteristic for this ride so far. It was until I heard the rattling of a chainsaw that I realized how close they really were. Most of the actors had been chilling behind the ride staring at us, it gave me the jumpscare of my life let's say. We were then bum rushed by a bunch of clowns, laughing and pulling at the ride to rock it back and forth. A contortionist showing off her skills on a nearby side stage. Some got uncomfortably close but then walked away quickly as I could tell they were trying to decipher if I was a fellow actor or not. For whatever reason they kept flirting with the woman sitting adjacent to me, despite her being enclosed in the arms of her husband. I quickly realized I was being a complete hater because she loved it and her husband was being a good sport about it. Regardless I still didn’t see anything extraordinary like they had promised. I simply shrugged my shoulders. Maybe the clowns were the main attraction of the night? Yeah some of them were fairly hot, as hot as a few guys in Halloween masks while cursing us all out could be. It seemed like the hay ride's shenanigans were wrapping up since the clowns were leaving. That was until the wagon we all were sitting on threw itself into overdrive. Gunning it, moving faster than it ever cared to before. I saw trees ride past me the same way it did on the bus, but the manic laughter continued . 'WAS IT NOT OVER?! TRACTORS CAN’T MOVE THIS FAST!…or at least it shouldn’t be…?Right?' Suddenly we came to screeching halt, but not really a stop more like a moderate slow down. My panic wasn't given any time to settle in before I felt a particularly sudden shift of weight on our wooden vehicle. I could barley see through my now foggy plague mask's goggles but it was an unmistakable figure. The squeals of my counterparts turned into full blown shrieks as the statuesque shadow entered our ride with a particularly large rifle, a clown mask on its face, and a particular malice in its stance. He didn’t need bullets since all of us were already floored. A sight to behold, curly dirty blonde locks peeked from behind the face covering, miles of freckled, pale, skin peaked from underneath his ripped overalls, and his attempts to subtly catch his breath sent chills down my spine. He was mouth watering, but honestly if the modest muscle exposed at his biceps and underneath his dungarees were a climax then his voice was the final act. One of the perks of living in the South to me has always been southern accents that some men have…but lord the sweet honey dripping from this man lips made me want to set my black ass to my factory settings. For some brief seconds I thought being barefoot and pregnant were the only way to live happily the minute he spoke. There wasn’t an instrument in existence that competed with the octave his baritone vocals were set on. I was slack jawed and flabbergasted. If my fellow southern black women in my area were to describe a man like this we’d say he said he had that ‘cowboy walk’. Meaning he was the perfect representation of why America was so smitten with the farm-hands throughout the decades. I couldn't say a word if I tried. I watched a particularly bold and familiar girl muster up the courage to speak to him as he was getting ready to point his gun at one at one of the riders.

“H-hi, do you remember me?”

Completely breaks character and acknowledges her presence. 

“Oh? Oh yeah, it’s you…*comes to a realization as he turns* *chuckles*  don’t tell me you came back to see me?”

“I-I did, um…so um.. -you have a girlfriend?”

Now everyone got quiet, even if the wagon was still high, telling down the moist dirt road. Now I knew the girl was young but she shouldn't be too much younger than us considering we were the same height. A dumb assumption I know but I assumed that she and her friends wouldn’t get this far only to be a kid….right? He seemed to have the same idea. 

“Depends…how old are you?”

Sheepishly I saw the surprise and disappointment spread like a virus from her face to theirs. Her porcelain fingers tremble around her phone as the prospect of getting his number become a a fleeting wish…surely she didn’t go this far and was-

“I’m…14…*nervous laugh*”

“Oh hell no”

He didn’t even give it a second thought before sighing and moving his rifle to his shoulder. He gave us all a reassuring nod and proceeded to backflip off the moving cart. She pouted while her friends comforted. I just stared back  into the abyss only to make eye contact with  the mysterious stranger. This is going to sound terrible, but I feel like that was a needed experience for her. (First all, she just ruined the  chance of anyone legal to get a taste of this guy, like me! Jk Jk) Even when I was her age, mind you I’m 21 now, no matter how many crushes I ha on my older peers , I still knew better not to ask them out. You had to be 18 or older to even work at this place. Though, I still felt terrible for her and my maternal urges wanted to go over there and comfort her since I knew that kinda stuff took a huge blow to one’s ego, and I knew she didn’t know any better. I had the chance to ask her if she was older before the little caravan came to a halt. They didn’t drop us off  exactly at the drop off spot though, we’d have to walk a quarter of a mile back to the lit up crowns in  the distance. Never in my life have I needed to walk more, being hot and bothered with a bunch of people around isn’t ideal ( for me at least). That cold air was doing more than its share at cooling me down, too bad the nearby lights were only coaxing me further into a daze as it neared.   I walked on the path  and stumbled through the bush. A recognizable voice poured itself a molasses-like tone right into my ears. 

“I’ll see you later right?”

I knew what he was referring to, he thought I was a fellow employee too, the workers would congregate after the attraction closed down, eat, intermangle, and then go home. I wish I could be there and see what he looked like and maybe a little more since he was single as long as whoever he was talking to was legal. I couldn't be happier that the rubber mask covered my lovestruck expression. 

“Of course”

He did his famous nod and retreated back into the leaves, to unintentionally seduce another group. Of course I didn’t go, I didn’t work there it was already 1 am, I needed to get home unfortunately. I still wondered though ‘what if I did go?’ and ‘why did he care if I was there or not?’. It wasn’t until I turned around in the mirror later on that I realized the culprit for his curiosity. Lets just as historically bum pads were made to take some weight off the back side  and  rear end look more ample and rounded, maybe even stand out a bit under heavy garments. Let's just say I’ve never needed one. 

Happy Halloween Everyone. Remember that despite this story, they do not harass scare actors, they are just doing their job and don;t deserve to be sexually harassed.

[kitchenlittle]

Today is the day......

Welcome to "Lemon Fest!"

It is my birthday month and as an author I want to celebrate and share my joy with my readers/fellow writers. Every few days I will posting smut of a childhood crush. Hopefully you like them!

BTW don't be shy to ask for more details. I can post the list of the roster so you can see if your crush made the cut. I'll thinking about doing this every holiday so don't worry if yours isn't on there. Soon I'll be taking free requests.

Soooo~

If you liked dilfs, pretty boys, nerds, psychopaths, mutants, monsters, and many more growing up watch my page though out the month.

Who knows maybe a read will rekindle an old flame, hyperfixation, or just a plain old obsession. ENJOY!

Here are some of the first contenders! 🥳

First: Tadashi Hamada

"Breaking His Labtop"

Second: Aang the Avatar

"First Client"

Third: Purple Guy or William Afton (Older version)

"Tom and Jerry"

Fourth: Bayverse TMNT (Mikey, Leo, Donnie, and Ralph)

"Hostage Situation"

Fifth: Jack Frost

"Blackmail" 

Sixth: Professor Membrane

"Tres Leche cake"

[kitchenlittle]

Okay so I've noticed people critiquing the Spanish in Miguel O'hara fanfics and the British Black sling for Hobie. I'm not sure what to do for the British sling for the fanfic I want to post about because I'm black/native and live in the South and have only met 2 British people in my life and they are both white. I've tried to find British sling generators and they suck so I what imma do is just study some black British. YouTubers and see if I can get get down the lingo enough to make it sound natural.

Now for Miguel I actually might have an ace in the hole since my familie's business recently got large Spanish speaking clientele due to me changing our menu to Spanish. And I have spanish speaking friends and family. Irish on the other hand I have an abundance of friends and teachers of Irish descent to can get info from since oddly most of my white friends are of Irish descent.

For the record: I know very little Spanish and can understand and read it way more than I can speak it....But I've learned some things and I want to see if I'm right.

1. Every country has a different dialect. For example Venezuelan and Spain Spanish sounds different from for example Domincan and Mexican Spanish.

2. Spain Spanish is considered 'proper' Spanish and if not favored amongst other Spanish speaking communities. Spaniards are like the British of Spanish essentially. (My black people out there already know since it's like Proper or British English vs the different varieties of Aave)

3. If you have to use a translator DO NOT USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE. Google translate is apparently painfully proper and sometimes does not make since when translated from proper/aave English. Find a different translator as Spanish speaking readers can tell immediately.

4. Miguel is Irish/ Mexican. Irish people actually have their own different dialects that differs in every region. They have different languages spoken in Ireland as well.

5. I'm assuming mixed people of Irish/Mexican descent would appreciate them both featured in fanfics. Maybe?

6. I think for my black people out there that live in America at least if we struggle with black British sling we could lean on black aave in different states that sound similar to it. I feel like Baltimore aave might work. I grew up in Detriot and in the current southern state I'm in and it sounds similar depending on the pronunciation of words. (Btw white people out there who don't have many black friends or people that's live around you, aave or african amercan vernacular English sounds different in every state. For example look up Louisiana aave and New York aave and you will understand) I feel like for black writers our normal aave but just stronger could work as well for Hobie.

So as a takeaway, if you want your fics to read a bit easier for your black, British, and Spanish speaking readers, ya might want to do a bit of research. Or maybe make your own universe version of that charecter. I thought about making a Southern Hobie Brown since I have a friend I want to base him off as he reminds me of Hobie so freaking much. From the dark liner and choker to the constantly critiquing the government and authoritarian figures and not like consistency in certain areas on his life. So yeah that's what I got.

If anyone wants to add on and give some more tips to make my fics better, let me know. I'll be posting soon. Also tell me if I'm wrong.

[kitchenlittle]

I want to make a little PSA and warning about future content being posted to my page very soon. I will not stand for the slander of writers who choose to write about Miles Morales due to popularity of the movies. Let me make something clear since it seems there are many fake Marvel Fans out there who know nothing about the universes. THERE ARE UNIVERSES WHERE MILES IS ALREADY AN ADULT.

Earth-8 comes to mind where Miles is LITTERALY a full grown MAN MARRIED TO GWEN STACY and they have 2 CHILDREN TOGETHER. Their names are Charlotte and Max Morales. LOOK IT UP IF YOU DONT BELIEVE.

Every universe has a differing age/look from the Miles Morales we see in the movies and know why? BECAUSE THERE IS DARN NEAR THOUSAND IF NOT INFINITE universes of Miles. SO YES. There is a universe with events just like the movie with slight differences and Miles over the age of 18. So litteraly any story about about Miles would litteraly be cannon in someway!

Just like how we can have a Adult Peter Parkers like in the movie exist at the same time as underage Peter Parkers like Tom Holland's. Or should I say," -Dr. Strange and the little nerd on Earth 199999 (AKA Tom Holland)"~Miguel O'hara. And if you were paying attention to the movies you'd know that Miles cannonly exist in live-action human form. Uncle Aaron played by musician and actor childish gamebino mentions he has a nephew who wants to protect to Spiderman. You see that same prowler Childish Gambino Uncle Aaron captured in the new movie. He was captured by Hobie Brown and locked uo as anamoly needing to be sent back to his universe. Meaning that Adult Miles can exist at the same time as kid Miles!

NOT ONLY THAT. But here is some hyprocracy I have found. THE ANIME FANDOM. The most popular characters in the anime are 15- 16. FROM Deku and Bakugou FROM MY HERO, to Luffy FROM ONEPEICE, to Sukuna/Yuji from JUJITSU KAISEN and many many more. Most main characters are highschool age. HOW IS IT? That they can age up charecter that alot of times we will never see 18 or older and write a fanfic sometimes while the charecter in the story is still 15-16 and get a away with it. But Miles Morales authors go out their way to age him up before they even write it and litteraly aren't wrong since their are universe where he is older, are weirdos and pe***. I don't see some anime writers doing that? Make it make sense?

I PERSONALLY DONT EVEN WRITE FOR FOR CHARECTERS THAT DONT HAVE A CANON ADULT VERSION OF THEM AVAILABLE FROM THE OG CREATORS IN MEDIA. Guess who fits the criteria? MILES MORALES.

A message for my unsure authors out there.

~So for all my writers not their scared to post their fics. Label it Earth-8 Miles who is a father and husband to Gwen and say it's a headcannon of what ps happend he's 18-25 before he got married if you feel that weird about it.

Some of ya'll are fake fans who completely missed the point of the movie and it's implications. Don't come in my DMs telling me to take anything down because I'm not. You will be blocked and locked out of interacting with my page. And if you feel uncomfortable block me. Just know if you block you will be missing out of 50+ fics I've been working on 18+ characters for about a year now and will be posting starting in July. It's littersly an event I've been working on called the 'Lemon Fest', since it's my birthday month.

Once again every charcter I write about had a cannon adult version of them made by the creators or is already an adult. I was going to keep this a secret by I've gotta protect my fellow authors especially if they are being wrongly targeted. Wanna get mad? Wanna get angry at some authors? Get mad at the ones the ones that write about you favorite anime charecters that are likely 15-16 then ask them to delete it...oh wait...you won't.. because if done that would litteraly be deleting 3/4 of the fanfiction written on this site.

[kitchenlittle]

Had a littlespace day trip to McDonald's. I got the Little Mermaid Happy meal from and a cookie from Subway. I got Prince Eric for the toy. Hopefully I can get Ariel for him soon.

[kitchenlittle]

I had a great time making this (I used the website/app canva and then a png photo website) Black littles, littles,and princess Tiana lovers. I hope you enjoy it. Use it to your hearts delight! I will be making more soon.

[kitchenlittle]

I hope you like my outfit board, idk if it's evident but SpongeBob is my favorite cartoon. A day by the beach dressed like this would be amazing.

[kitchenlittle]

Donnie is mine...you can have the outfit though...

[kitchenlittle]

Halloween Idea! Hopefully I can pass out candy at school too! I already have the hat and tights, I'll post when the dress comes in.

[kitchenlittle]

“Straight to hell” Part 2

The Devil Notices (lime)

MHA Smut Story

A series featuring Proheros: Allmight, Fatgum, Endevour and Hawks taking advantage of a young quirkless reader.

Warnings: Mentor/Student dymanic,age gap, readers lack of knowledge about sex being taken advantage of, dubcon, groping, heavy kissing, lime not lemon, heavy marking, fire quirk being used, mentions of divorce and toxic family dynamic, temperature play, hot and cold love dymanic, love rival dynamic between father and son over girl, slight lost over quirk.

Part 1

The end of week came fast, much to All Might's confusion. Y/n had assumed that the entire situation had been a dream, even telling him in detail what happened yet she had concluded it was all in her head. Despite that he had noticed her getting nervous around him, jumpy even ...but fortunately still pretty polite overall. Saddened, he let it go, though his jealousy and fear started to peak when the weekend rolled what would he gain by reminding her? Shame? Confusion? Disgust? A ruined reputation? A dark cloud had surrounded him as he watched her happily pack to go to Endevour’s.

 The new number 1 hero  was already outside leaning on his car as she stumbled out of Allmight’s agency. Dawned still in his hero costume. Immediately Enji noticed something odd about y/n. She was walking a bit weird, not in the normal ditsy almost skipping way he was used to, now she moved like her legs were trying keep something in..could she be hurt?...kinda looks the kinda walk you'd have after....no it couldn't be...could it? Hell no, Allmight goodie two shoes ass would never a lay on finger y/n. 

Before he could dwell on her odd walking she had asked to change before coming to his house since it was the summer time and wearing a ‘tight’ pencil skirt would not be ideal. Ofourse after asking his his darted towards her behind as she walked away to do after getting his approval. Quiet sizable for for someone her age and size. He groaned as his eyes focused in on her more though. He loved watching the bounce of her curls against the soft features of her face, the fluttering of her eyelashes as she blocked the sun away with her hand, and ofcourse the waving of her hips as she neared again with a new outfit. The complete opposite of his ex-wife.

He and Rei could not rekindle their relationship, but decided to be friends and co-parent their adult children. He’d be an idiot if he didn’t say this girl was attractive and a little more alluring than his ex-wife. Not that he didn't love her and think she wasn't attractive, he had his kids for shallow reasons but you wouldn't have had so many if he wasn't attracted to her. But y/n was just different in every way, something new, fun, and impressionable...a clean slate...he felt like some kind of demon admitting that. Honestly despite his attraction he would have done anything to make all his wrongs right including making his relationship work, that's all he's been trying to do lately, make things work. He made the terrible and detrimental decision of an arranged marriage, even from the beginning he knew he didn't love Rei and the cold, dead, hate filled look in her eye she used to give him made him know the feeling was mutual. But not with you no though, you looked at him like he was some sort of prophet, your eyes always had smiles in them and it made him feel like he could have a fresh start. You didn’t know the person he used to be, only him now, so his new self actually felt...like him, like he was actually changing and not the just the same old him doing the bare minimum. He felt like he could be himself completely without feeling like he was stepping on eggshells. Selfish yes, effective for his mental health absolutely. 

His favorite trait being her lips, loving how plump they were. He found himself wanting to kiss her at the worst moments much to his embarrassment. He allowed his embarrassment to make him come off as rude when he tried to disassociate but it seemed like y/n didn't care or even notice. The thoughts he had on regular basis for y/n, made him feel like some sort of school boy from the way it ate at him. He sighed, uncrossing his arms and climbing into the car as she did. He looked over at her a few times as he started up but unusually she had pulled a nintendo ds out with headphones and was already playing what he had identified as mario. He had done a promotional deal with them a while back. A part of him kinda saw this as a bit disrespectful. Younglings should always address their elders and engage in conversation, plus this was kinda out of of pocket. You would normally talk his head off when you got in the car, sometimes even pinch at his suit to calm your nerves. Now he would have to have to go out of his way to get her attention if he wanted to talk to her and he’d feel like shit interrupting her since she looks like she was having fun. Fire burst out fir a second as he called his son to tell him he was nearby.

He turned around and pulled up near the mall and allowed his son, Shoto, to get into the car. He had to pick him up too today after his son finally scheduled a much needed break with some of his friends from prohero duties. He looked in the rearview mirror and gave him a nod before buckling in, but suddenly his son leaned into the front and his eyes widened. Todoroki opened his mouth. 

“Wait…*pulls a headphone out of your ear* *you look back* y/n you're back *smile* sit in the back with me”

She looked over at Endeavor who gave her the okay and she unbuckled herself, giving Todoroki a huge grin as she plumped down right next to him as the car pulled away.  Shoto immediately grabbed her game and started discussing what she was playing, pulling her closer to him, and even touching and complimenting her hair. He hated to admit but he was jealous of his son, he always was in some way, but now more than ever. How was he so casual with her, every time he was around her he felt like he was being watched by 1000 cameras, like he was trying to converse with a kitten, knowing that any breach of trust would just undo all his progress. He didn’t know his son was even friends with her. Didn’t his son have a fucking girlfriend? Why was he was so close to y/n like this. His fingers started to burn the leather of the seat. He was going to employ a dick move.

“Son, how are you and your girlfriend?”

His son made immediate eye contact with him knowing exactly what his dad was trying to do and for the first time in a while he saw his son smirk. 

“We broke up but we are okay”

After hearing an audible gasp from the cat-like girl in his backseat, Shoto decided to drive in his words by placing a hand on her bare thigh giving it a reassuring squeeze before pressing his forehead against hers. 

“Todoroki what did you do!!!?”

“I promise she and I broke up on good terms, she is moving to America to train and we weren’t sure we both could handle a long distance relationship”

“Oh I see, well I guess you can’t plan for things like that, better than most people’s break ups”

She ran a hand through his hair and he allowed his hand to go limp where the game was and leaned into her touch enough to lay on her shoulder as she took the game and played it with one hand. A few minutes went by and Enji gripped the steering wheel with malice. When the hell did those two get close, he never even saw them talk when they were in school. He was getting close to the house just a minute away. Thinking of a cold beer and some light training would help him get his mind off the nonsense going on around him.

“Actually there's another reason we broke up, I realized my feelings for her weren’t as strong as I thought they were..”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah I actually–”

Endeavour noticed the look in Todoroki’s eyes as he looked over to tell her how he felt, Endeavour felt an even bigger ping of envy and couldn’t help but press the breaks harder than normal. Causing both of them to jerk forward. He chuckled in his brain ‘should’ve put on a seat belt’  Todoroki makes sure to glare at his father getting out the car with violet. Another smirk appearing on his face, he’s been spending way too much time with Dabi.

“y/n I’m going to rest for a bit, but do you want to get things ready for a movie night?”

“Of course!!!! We should watch Brave, it's so good!!!!”

She ran ahead into the house already starting preparations. They both get a flash of her panties in the process. White lace blinding the poor old man ending him closer to the edge. Todoroki put his hands in his pockets turned on his heels towards his father, who was just standing there with his arms crossed trying to act unbothered. Endevour felt his gaze.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about father?”

“Stop acting dense, you what I’m talking about, the touching  and everything, I didn’t even know you were close with her and you just broke up with that Momo girl, I thought I taught you better than thi-“

“Why do you care?”

“Shoto I….”

“Why do you care? I’ve always liked her and now I have the chance to tell her”

“I care because I am concerned, I don’t like you moving on so quick from your previous relationship, you should think about what people will think-”

Endeavor watched as his son who seemed more focused on the grass in front of him. Todo replied.

“Why should I care what other people think about me? You didn’t.”

He made direct eye contact with his dad after that, though he was expressionless like normal, his eyes held a smugness in them, like he knew something that even his father didn’t know. 

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you”

“I could say the same about you”

“What-?”

“ -I’m saying that I’m aware of your attraction towards her”

Endeavour shuffled, staring at his son in complete disbelief, scoffing. How the hell did he know? Was it that obvious?

“What? How did you come to such a conclusion? I mean not only is she quirkless, but she’s basically a child I would-“

“First, you are rambling. Second, it's not obvious to anyone other than me, you are overall mean and rude to her despite not knowing her very well because you are compensating and projecting your frustrations, and third, you proved my theory when we got into the car and fourth, she isn't a child, she's almost 20 and you met her when she was 19”

“I think you have the wrong idea…”

Endeavor closed his eyes and blew out a puff of air, walking past his son. He loved him, but there was no way as a grown ass man he was gonna explain his private feelings like that, it just wasn’t in his character. He would have to find something else to do to get his mind off this situation and the girl in his house and his prying son wasn’t about to help. 

Time skip

Endeavour punched at a tree in his backyard. Dawned in a black tank top, grey sweatpants, and bandages wrapped tightly around his knuckles.  Completely desecrating it with each hit. After a flurry of blows he activated his quirk to increase the damage. A feeling of satisfaction washed over his as he watched the surface burn away with every contact with his fist. He didn’t feel bad about doing this since that tree had died a long time ago, it didn’t even have leaves on it anymore. Compared to rest of his yard it was a complete eyesore and he hated looking at it.  His eyes sometimes would focus on the thick bark like vine that spiraled around the trunk, it looked like a snake, and like a snake it was effective in draining all the life out it’s victim. If anything this tree reminded him of himself, like the vine parasite he was the same to his family. No matter what he did he felt like he was only disappointing them all, they may spend time with him, smile in his face, give affection, call, and etc., He trained the life out them. He still felt that little barrier between them. He had let all his walls down and allowed himself to be completely vulnerable, but he couldn’t blame them for still keeping their guard up around him. It was already bad enough as it is. He even triggered fight or flight responses in some of them if he came too close too quickly. A random hug? A flinch. A light punch of the shoulder? A glare. It honestly frustrated them to interact with him and he felt like it would be selfish to ask them to relax a bit because it’s not like he’s given them a reason to be calm over the years. But her? The girl? The quirkless girl he felt more drawn to than any woman in life? Another story, no one really approached him like she did, no one other than Hawks but who liked that dumb bird anyway. She was so giddy, calm, even happy to see him. Demanding hugs at times, asking questions about life as prohero, falling asleep to his stories of fights with various villains, making him want to laugh with stories of her time at the orphanage, teaching him how to cook a bunch of americanized recipes which he secretly loved eating.

He remembered times when no one was home were when he’d  actually approach her first. She on multiple occasions asked him to play with her hair, he liked her hair more than he liked his own, and he honestly started looking forward to seeing every new hairstyle she got. A smirk spread on his face with he remembered the time she got her braids in red around his birthday, well black that faded into red but he didn’t care she looking amazing. Red complimented her skin very well…too well..an invading thought clouding his mind. A drop of sweat from many circled his chin as he came to halt. A naked y/n sprawled out across his bed reaching out for him as he pounded her petite body into the mattress, him looking down to see the contrast of his red hair pressed into her --

“Mr. Todoroki! I made cookies! You like oatmeal and raisins, right?”

Almost going into cardiac arrest he faced the object the devil on his shoulder talked so much about. A pretty sight really, a might breeze blowing her skirt up just a enough to the supple skin that made up of her thighs. He did like oatmeal and raisin, he was an old man after all. He wiped sweat from his forehead and grabbed a water bottle from out his pocket, huffing as it grazed his dick. This interaction wasn’t about to end well, she was the last person he wanted to see in his frenzy. He kept his distance.

“I don’t like sweets..”

“Oh…sorry sir, I saw some oatmeal raisin cookies on top of the refrigerator and assumed they were yours, they were almost gone so I thought I’d make some from scratch….sorry for assuming, I’ll just put them in the cookie jar when they cool off and get out your hair”

A ping hit his heart ‘so thoughtful’ he thought. He felt horrible knowing she could tell by his tone he wanted her to keep her distance as well. Something else he has noticed about her, she picked on social cues exceptionally well something he lacked from years of isolation. That must be why so many get along with her. Those cookies were absolutely his and through him not being a sweets person was true, those cookies were the exception and he only gets that certain brand because they tasted the most homemade. A waft of cinnamon carried on the wind to seduce his nose and it succeeded in it’s venture. He was gonna regret not eating those cookies while they were hot, and he was gonna regret being so cold her too, and he was gonna regret something else, he just didn't know what it was yet. He off  the tree, but at a slower pace, he was mad at himself, because like some dirty old man as he made sure to stare at her back as she walked away, loving the delicateness her skin and form gave off. Not having her made him want to just set the whole fucking tree on fire and then the rest of the forest. He knew after a while he'd have to walk into the house, but not now. 

A few hours later after the tree finally fell down he huffed at the feeling of his well air conditioned house. Wiping his face with a damp towel he avoided stepping on any creaky wood panels. He didn't want any shenanigans or any contact with the object of his affection and he was sure making noise would only heighten his chances of running into her. Giggling filled his ears. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing into the living room, there was Shoto criss crossed eating popcorn with a sly glare pointed at the little minx who was laying on her stomach on the floor. His breath skipped when he saw his son purposefully pull the already small top to further expose her back more …just to tickle her? She convulsed violently with a burst of laughter and he threatened silently to burn off his last born’s fingers if he touched her again with such a playful tone. He of course only gave a look that said ‘can’t make any promises’ in return. He felt his hand start to heat up and he just only noticed that he was burning the wall with his palm, immediately closing his eyes to finish his retreat to his room. I stopped in his tracks when a phone rang through the air. His ears tricked him and he almost thought it was his own, until he heard someone respond. He peeked through the hallways again and though Sho wasn’t facing him, he knew his son well enough to know that this call was not expected. A sigh came from his mouth as he clicked the phone off and looked down at the damsel on the floor explaining that he had to leave because something urgent came up. She groaned but wished him luck on his way. A feeling of relief filled Endeavor's head and allowed him to take a shower in peace. 

He walked out of the shower completely dressed in his pajamas, a plain indoor yukata with matching shorts. Running a hand through his wet hair he slicked it back and remembered something. Y/n hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Fuyumi normally would but she wasn’t here. He heard a cling in the kitchen and walked in. There he saw her, wearing an apron, puffy hair in a pony tail, barefoot, making herself…pancakes?

“Hi Mr. Todoroki! Want some pancakes?”

He stepped back a bit startled by her sudden outburst. He decided he was gonna oblige since no one was home.

“Sure..make me a big one…”

“Okay! I’ll give you the one I’m making then!”

Before he could protest she already waddled over and plopped the cakey mass on a plate. He looked down at it and noticed that it was a heart. A blush spread across his cheeks as he reached down with some silverware and started to eat. Sadly for his sanity she decided to plop herself right next to him with a big smile. He stared at her neck, noticed the clear unmarked skin and averted his eyes while he ate. Her little hums and the smack of her lips as she sucked and licked the syrup off them. He thought to himself, a kiss, a simple, silly, dumb, kiss and he would be alright, it was silly that a man like him would be held over by a kiss but that's all he wanted if he could only have one thing from her....well that's a bit of lie, really he'd ask to-

“I have blueberries in mine, I would have put some in yours but you said you don’t like sweets…do at least wanna try it? If you like it I could make some next time”

Her sweetness made his brain rot, those sweet little things were only put in front of her to break him down weren't they? She was too good to him, true, this had to be a test of some sort. She took out a perfect square piece of the pancake and held it out to him. He looked at her face, eyes closed squeezed together, her lids creased in a way that resembled a smile, her pretty lips curled into a grin, cute nose wiggling in anticipations, a little drop of syrup stuck to the side of her cheek, she hadn’t noticed yet. He closed his eyes fighting his urges and opened his mouth. She giggled and he gave her nod of approval, she squealed , enveloping him a hug. He hugged back holding her waist, squeezing the softness between his hands, caressing her skin, allowing a dirty image to play though his mind as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent. He took note of how his mass dwarfed her. Why did she smell so good? Guilt flooded his mind. A trembling hand cupped her thigh.

“Do you like Shoto…?”

She pulled away but was held in place by the almost burning man infront of her. 

“N-no of course not sir, I haven’t even had my first KISS yet let alone liking someone-not that Todoroki is uGlY or anything‐you don't have to worry about me liking him or anything. PlUs I’m sure that would make papa pretty upset”

Her anxiety was increasing by the moment. In a sick way it made him feel a sense of pride and ease.

“*chuckle*I see * rubs her thigh* papa?”

“Yeah Allmight, he’s like my dad”

“Then what am to you ”

“Like a teacher or a mentor ya know?”

 He snapped. He allowed his instincts to take over. A mentor aye?

“Is that so? Then as your mentor, why don’t I teach you something now?”

“Like what?”

Grabbing her wrist, with a squeak in return he pulled her body to his chest, wrapping his other hand around her waist he pulled her into a kiss. He could hear her little protests but ignored them in response only rubbing and grabbing at her small form to make her react. After getting small fists to hit his chest he finally pulled away for air, steam coming from his nostrils after pulling away. He stuck his tongue out, licking the syrup of her cheek and moving down to her neck. 

“Don’t worry little one, it’s just a kiss… it will help, so when you kiss for the first time it won’t be so awkward...that is if you don't count this one~"

He hoped that no one would ever get the opportunity to do this. Feeling her chest heave, he was able to detect her own body heat, she liked this. She blankly stared for a second, he could almost see the gears turning in her head. Her lips pressed into a  line.

“...are you sure it will help?”

He didn’t even answer her, she should know the answer to that already. Of course not. He pulled her into his lap pressing her body into his once again. He pushed a bit of hair from her face before looking into her brown eyes. He pressed her lips against his once more, guiding her hands over his shoulders in the process, groaning when her hands found his hair. The minute their lips touched he felt a ping of pleasure strike from his brain, down his spine, though his stomach to his groin. His heart rate and body temperature rose immediately. How could a kiss make him lose is grip on his quirk like that. One of his hands did the same as hers, while the other glided down her back and rested on her ass. Slowly they glided up to pull at the cloth that made her panties, wrapping the soft fabric around his knuckles he pulled upwards. Her small mouth opened in surprise and her took the opportunity to allow his tongue to explore, he was thankful for her innocence or else something like this would have never happened, no girl her age would ever dare, not unless she wanted something in return. Not her though...

Guiding her hips his appendage ran over her own, growling, he pulled her closer, turning his head to deepen the kiss. Small hands pushed against him and she started to cough, he almost forgot she had never kissed anyone before, poor thing didn’t know how to breathe in between.

Deciding to let her catch her breath he turned his attention back to her neck, wanting to leave a mark. Teeth slip against her skin, causing an array of moans and yelps to escape her. A part of him wanted to take her to his bedroom, to go further, to claim her, but he couldn’t …at least not yet. Suction pulled at the skin, his teeth lightly biting down at random moments ensuring a nice a little bruise would be visible on her collar bone, his hands found their way under her skirt and he assaulted the mass of fat there while he left evidence of his misdeed. Heating his hands just enough to comfort her in his chilly kitchen though he'd use distract her so he could lightly burn the surface of her skin. It would heal in a week it wasn't that big of a deal or that was what he told himself. He couldn't help but massage everywhere his hands traveled she was just so soft, so sweet. It was maddening.

Taking in the smell of syrup with her perfume and coconut smelling hair, the taste of sweet batter, and the mountains of softness in his hand along arousal and wrongness of this situation was too much. Pulling away from the hickey reluctantly his hands traveled up and under her arms and with a huff her back was suddenly against the refrigerator door just behind them. The force was brought to knock over a box of random of food off. Arms caging her. His royal blue eyes making contact with her own chocolate orbs, pooling into his soul. Unfortunately leaving him for once to be completely vulnerable. How could be become so overheated? His sweat evaporated the minute it welled up enough to escape, was it horrible what was he doing? He could actually hurt her and that was the last thing he wanted. After breathing away a few degrees he had a small girl pressed up against his refrigerator door as he hulked over her, steam emanating like smoke off his form, almost like a devil emerging. Licking his lips his a low chuckle grumbled from his chest. He was going crazy, all over her...he didn't even do this with own wife.

"Mr. Todoro-"

"-..Enji"

Y/n stared at him in complete disbelief. She didn't even know Allmight’s first name until she happen to read it in an document.

" E-enji?-ah!-"

That sent him over the edge, having such a sweet girl ring his name with her bell of a voice, there was no way he was gonna let her go. He couldn't some gross delinquent giving her this. Pulling her up until she was on her tippy toes, he gave her neck one more hard suck with the help with his quirk and removed his latch with a loud pop.  A smile decorated his his features when he wanted the mark quickly form, most would probably assume she had somehow burned herself. He finally pulled away, giving her a look of concern at her huffing and flushed face, how cute…

“I hope you learned something pet, I might want to quiz you on this later”

A thumb found it’s way her chin forcing her look up at him though her panting and no doubt confused thoughts. The lesson wasn't done yet obviously.