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kitchenlittle · 10 months ago

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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 🫶🏾 🤍

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kitchenlittle · 1 year ago

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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.

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kitchenlittle · 1 year ago

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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"

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kitchenlittle · 1 year ago

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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.

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kitchenlittle · 1 year ago

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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.

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kitchenlittle · 1 year ago

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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.

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kitchenlittle · 2 years ago

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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.

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kitchenlittle · 2 years ago

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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.

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kitchenlittle · 2 years ago

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

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kitchenlittle · 2 years ago

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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.

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kitchenlittle · 2 years ago

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“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.

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kitchenlittle · 2 years ago

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"Straight to hell"

MHA Smut Story

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

Warnings+Mentions for Part 1: Oral sex, age gap, readers lack of knowledge about sex being taken advantage of, orgasm, mentions of guilt/religious guilt/virginity, reader is rescued from being trafficked, Toshinori coughing up blood, praise kink, dubcon, jealousy, insecurities, reader is an orphan, ddlg dynamic, power play, innocence.

Part 2

He was going straight to hell. That's what he liked to tell himself everytime he saw her, his quirkless assistant/roommate? The first time he had ever met her was when she just turned 18, her birthday actually. He had saved her from being lured by a admittley normal looking woman with a baby into a trafficking trap. With a birthday sash on and a shopping list, the orphanage she had come from was planning to surprise her with a birthday party but needed her out of the building for an hour or 2. Absolutely giddy she was, skipping down the street, bags in hand. She had told him how the entire thing went down, but it’s not like she needed to, undercover that day he had seen the whole thing. She was getting ready to settle at a bus stop when she noticed a lady having trouble with her child, the child was screaming and crying at the top of it’s lungs, even almost puking a few times while the woman pouted and rhythmically bounced. Her filled bags scrawled out of the street around her. With a sympathetic look she gave her bags to a nice hobo she liked to talk to. Shawn was his name, and asked him to watch her bags while running she yelled back to let him know he could take a few snacks if he liked. The man was nice and only took a bag of crackerjacks to eat and tied all the tops of bags and placed them closer to himself. Toshi watched as she approached the woman. The ‘mother’ gratefully handed her baby over, saying nothing but ‘thank yous’ and ‘bless yous’ as she walked around her car and put her bags in. The baby seemed to calm down immediately in her arms and he watched as she skillfully cooed at the child and jittered to a rhythm in an attempt to distract it. He couldn’t help but think she’d make a great mother herself. He was going to walk away ,but a tingling went up his spine when he realized that there was movement happening in the car, and the lady was clearly leaning in to whisper to someone. Walking closer he noticed three heads of hair tucked into the car and it seemed like no else had noticed. There were three men in that car already, and none of them attempted to help her? This couldn't be a trafficking operation…IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. These villains had no shame. He knew what was coming next when he saw the carseat, she was gonna ask the girl to put her baby in then once they were secured a man was gonna snatch her up from the backseat and drive away. He had heard of things like this happening but had never seen it, he was baffled by how low these people were willing to go, go as far as to use a child to gain victims. That day he quickly ran into alleyway and superman style transformed and saved the day but not without almost killing the guys in the car, scaring the lady half to death, and finding out that baby was no baby at all, infact, but a grown ass adult with a baby quirk, they would quite literally shapeshift into a baby whenever they felt like it and had nothing to say other than ‘whatever' when he was caught. He groaned at that thought, almost getting mad enough to jump out the window and beat the shit out of all 5 of them again despite them being in jail now. Small brown arms wrapped around his shoulders and nuzzled his neck, as black braids fell and cascaded down the sides of his shoulders. It was her, the girl he saved that day. Her name was y/n.

He had learned alot about her over time, she was quirkless unfortunately but it actually didn’t bother her as much as it would a normal person, and no one actually knew she was quirkless outside the orphanage. The establishment was actually specifically for quirkless children, but other than that her favorite color was red, she loved burgers, she was african american according to her documents, she is originally from America obviously and loved telling stories about living in the south as a child since she was from Louisiana. She got here because her family came to Japan due to a military reasons, but they died during a Villain attack on their stay, it turns out her biological family actually doesn’t exist considering her parents were orphans themselves coincidentally, she had no idea either and he didn’t have the heart to tell her, she was petite due to some malnutrition, average height, and loved getting her braids in different colors, as well as read and write, and occasionally play story-based video games, watch romantic anime and korean dramas, plus she loved baking and wanted to become a pastry chef someday. She was so darn adorable, and she hopped around when had too much energy. After being accepted into UA after a recommendation from himself, she took the culinary course, making delish foods for proheros and her fellow classmates quickly becoming popular, especially with boys much to his dismay. He had to admit she was very pretty, you’d think she had a beauty quirk if you didn’t know better, pouty lips, almond eyes, a nicely structured face with beautiful brown skin and black hair to match. All the details he could recite on a dime were exactly why he was going to hell because he was attracted to them all wholeheartedly. Loving watching her do her daily routine everyday as she helped him and other heroes with whatever tasks. Made his pants tighter and tighter. He realized something pretty unexpected from his little minx, she was about as innocent as a lamb. She was intelligent and mature among her years, but dear goodness did she know nothing about her desires, her own and others. The amount of boys ge say during her time as a 3rd year like her and she not notice astronomical. But he had to shake away those thoughts despite her obliviousness working in his favour it would be a shame if he got jealous of his own students more than he already was anyway.

It was close to closing time and he was getting ready to go home. It was his turn to allow y/n to stay in his house for the weekend, he actually kinda hated this system. He did not like the idea of a 19 almost 20 year old, quirkless virgin, putting her full trust into male pro heros every weekend in hopes that things would stay completely platonic in their relationship with them. All because they felt she would be safer this way being that a certain villain had targeted her while back and they couldn't afford to keep her out of their sight now. Worse enough they seem to show no interest in the girl like he did so it only made him feel like a creep, even finding himself asking her little questions to make sure nothing happened obviously for her safety but for his sanity as well, like now.

“Ready to go Mr. Toshinori?”

He had already packed up his and her things and had been in his skinny form for most of the day. She was actually more acquainted with this form more than anything, his other form scared her a bit.

“Yes sweetheart, can you turn off the lights and make sure the driver is outside?”

“Yes sir!”

He hated the formalities but she insisted on it to be respectful. He started sweating as he watched her turn off the light and bend over and out the window to check for the driver, plump brown thighs glistening in the light of the window, the fabric of her pencil skirt threatening to show her panties. He was going to hell. Thats all he could think other than his urge to fuck her against the glass. Suddenly her face popped back out and she smiled brightly. Letting him know their transportation had arrived. As they got into the limo and pulled up the sound proof privacy screen that had been installed recently. Staring intently at the bubbly girl in front of him, he followed their normal routine. He breathed ready to ask his questions.

“So how was staying at Hawks place last weekend?”

“It went great! We almost perfected making chicken nuggets that taste exactly like mcdonald’s”

“ I see, that sounds wonderful y/n”

She grinned at him and he smiled back, taking a glance at her chest, the way her thin top tickled the tops of them, he licked his lips unconsciously. A force of habit since he met her. A worry popping in his head, a familiar one. He couldn’t be the only one who felt this way about her.

“Did anything else happen? *glances out window* did he say or do anything that made you uncomfortable perhaps?”

“No sir he didn’t, he keeps to himself pretty much unless I mention food or something he’s interested in, he likes to watch tv and preen his feathers, sometimes he lets me help”

“Awe, well that’s good—“

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

This caught his attention. He knew she was dead serious, so flinching he forced himself to meet the accusing eyes threatening to stare into his soul. Another thing he had learned is that the girl sitting across from him was determined to always be correct in her actions and how she carried herself and did not like the idea of people accusing her of doing anything otherwise or the people near her, she always did not like people asking about her personal life, even people included in her personal life. Apparently she had a bad experience with that back at the orphanage.

“Sorry love, I was just worried someone was making you uncomfortable, I won’t ask again if you want”

She stared at him looking him up and down, seemingly fighting a scowl. But quickly a smile returned.

“Okay! Sorry I got a little upset, you are kinda like my dad anyway so it should be normal for you to ask me questions, now that I think about it Hawks is like my uncle, Fatgum is like a big brother,and Endeavour is like my mentor, right?”

Allmight nodded in agreement, but felt saddened. If anything that was his answer. He had been dad zoned. She saw him as a father figure, it would be horrible of him to want to dirty up what they had. He sighed ready to start the process of putting away his feelings. They walked to his house, opening the door and taking off his shoes. Heading towards his room for a much needed nap and shower, knowing she’d do the same and then likely make herself something to feed her almost endless appetite of hers.

A few hours later he woke back up heading downstairs to watch some tv and eat, knowing he couldn't avoid her forever, not like he wanted to though. He was met with an adorable site, there was his object of affection curled on the couch with a blanket, a bowl filled with pizza rolls, and a purple care bear themed night gown. Her hair pulled into a ponytail showing off the smooth skin on her neck. He coughed up blood in reaction biting his tongue in it’s violetness, catching her attention, she immediately got up and ran to the kitchen to get him paper towels to hack into, he secretly wished she hadn't done that because now he could see her beauty up close. A concerned look graced her features now though, biting her lip as he took the napkin from her. She always had this look in her eyes, always indifferent to him. Like he was important enough to her to appreciate and respect him, but unimportant enough to where she would not be very affected if somehow the relationship they did have was terminated. It was horrible really, she had so much more to grow as a person despite being over the legal age, he always asked if there was something more to what they had going on would he be robbing her of an experience with someone else��closer to her age and maturity level, who could relate more to her problems and interests. He was an old man after all, due to die soon if he kept pushing himself the way he does. Was he even ready to give himself, his legacy in some ways? Everything to this girl? Were even his feelings permanent? ….oh who was he kidding of course they were, his obsession was definitely past something sexual, it always had been.

“Mr. Toshinori? You in there”

She waved her palm over his darkened eyes. Snapping out of his thoughts he caught her hands.

“Sorry I just got distracted”

“By what?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking about something-”

They were already heading towards the couch together, but as they plopped down she pouted a bit, but he could tell like normal she wasn't going to pry. Another trait he loved.

“Well since we are thinking about stuff I want to talk to you about something”

He coughed again, surprised and a bit worried. Whatever would she want to talk about this late at night likely wasn't good. He wiped his mouth.

“Okay, what is it?”

“What does it mean when there is wet stuff in your underwear?”

He coughed again harder that time, some blood actually getting on his hand a bit, seeing his flower run across the room to get hand sanitizer, wet wipes, and more napkins to bring to him. After settling back down she waited for him to clean himself back up so she could get a response. Staring at her thighs he talked.

“Like pee, child?”

She giggles and blushes.

“No sir, not like pee, like clear stuff..it's kinda slimy and sticky…a lot of it has been showing up in my panties lately, do you know what it is? I assume you go through the same right”

“W-well yes child but….well its different…but lets focus on you…when you normally see it…what do you feel when you see it?”

He felt like he was having a heart attack. He didn’t really know how to explain, he knew women had natural discharge so he didn’t want to assume this is something sexual, but he couldn’t help but want it to be.

“Oh, I kinda get this feeling like I’m overly happy, so happy, That I could pee but none comes out, I can even feel the pressure like I am too, and then I get worried and go use the restroom and I only see the wet stuff, so much that I have to change my panties sometimes, what could it be?”

“I have an idea, it sounds like you are getting …aroused’”

“Ooohhhh, I knew you’d know, is that bad?”

“No it’s not…it happened mostly when you attracted to someone, like you like them more than you’d like a friend”

“Why though? Why would my body react like that?”

He was hard, he could feel it…having a discussion like this with someone who knew so little was driving him mad, he couldn’t believe this was happening right now. Was this some sort of hallucination brought on by a sadistic villain ? Had he finally died and this was heaven?

“Your body could want to have a baby with them and you getting ‘wet’ could aid that process I guess…who do you normally feel this way around?”

She thought for a bit, staring at the ceiling, he stared at her dress tracing her curves with his eyes, fighting the urge to reach over and grab her. Jealous of whoever caught her attention in such a way. He flinched when she felt her reach over and touch his bicep allowing her touch to trail down to the skin on his forearm. He then watched her other hand nonchalantly glide up her thighs to her core. She then looked over at him, not even a blush in sight.

“You, see look”

He watched her small body hop up and in a flash he was standing in between his already parted legs, only the glow of the tv behind her illuminating her form, with a no hestitence he watched her yank her dress up with one hand and the other do the same downward with her underwear and low and behold a glistening substance was visible in them, one line of stickiness connecting to her actual flower, even the petals were visible. So small and delicate, just like everything else on her body, so beautiful.

“I see sweetheart..I see”

Without a word he gripped her thighs spreading them further apart, a long finger dragging the fabric down so he could get an even better look, the darkness making it difficult. So he picked her up and pushed her onto the couch. Her breathe hitched.

“W-what are you doing-”

“Shush princess, I’m only getting a closer look to make sure I’m right…you trust me right?”

She hesitantly nodded as he spread her legs more. The sight proved too much for him, his hands deciding that looking wasn’t enough, he allowed his hands to glide slowly down her soft thighs, making sure to give them a squeeze on the way down, opening her glistening folds. A drop of her essence falling o the cushy couch, he watched her dark brown clit twitch in response. She started to wiggle around and pant in embarrassment and slight discomfort.

“Your fingers are cold”

A smirk plagued him.

“Sorry, let me make it up to you”

He immediately devoured her, licking every which way. He hadn't done an action like this in years, but he was determined to please her and dear goodness was she right when she said she was wet. She immediately tugged on his hair and reached up like she was possessed, a lewd open mouthed sound leaving her as she squirmed. Spreading her like before he gave her more teasing licks, practically spelling the alphabet into her heat. Purposefully refusing to touch her bud. She jutted against his face letting him know she was almost ready to explode. He allowed his appendage to prod her hole, he had already made up in his mind that he would not penetrate her…yet. That was not a line he’d cross, she deserved to feel that pleasure with someone else of her choosing much to his dismay, even if she admitted she was attracted to him. She doesn't know any better. Looking at her face he saw an expression that would rival most pornstars, there she was slack jawed, drooling, twitching, head thrown, eyes rolling back, tongue lulled out. He allowed his digit to finally attack her. Earning an almost kick to the face which he caught ofourse, he should have planned for that really, but while pinching her bundle of nerves he pulled away from her. Taking the opportunity he pulled at the skin of her walls, opening her up to get a better look of her inside. Glancing down at his spread, almost cooing at her innermost walls, she was was a pink that faded into red, truly a flower in every sense.

“No kicking during your examination princess, you don’t want to see Allmight do you?”

He hated threatening her like this but he couldn't help if he wanted to enjoy his as much as her. This was a once in a lifetime kind of thing, he had to revel in it. It was sad the entitlement he felt? He cursed at him himself as he though about it. After all he had done to save the whole, just one little indulgence wouldn't hurt...he already looked like a monster, acting like one wouldn't be that bad for once...gazing at his guilty pleasure he felt a ping in his heart when he saw her eyes well with tear drops as she shook her head no as she got close.

“Good girl, stay still then”

He got back to it tracing her vulva and dipping his tongue around her deepest part. Gaining treasured awes and oos in response. He groaned, finding himself rutting against the couch. Needing something else to help him get through the night, wishing the sweet nectar attacking his taste buds would be helping him chase a release of his own.

“Come on sweet girl, I know you want to finish, don’t hold ba-”

He felt more of the sweet liquid squirt down his throat, groaning in response. The vibrations sending her over the edge. Finally he lifted his head completely, giving the doughiness of her thighs a harsher squeezer so he could watch her spasm more, then suddenly she went limp. He panicked and immediately studied her face and patted her cheek, getting a squeak in response but no real reaction of life. She had passed out from the excitment. He wanted to give himself a pat on the back but looking down he saw a huge area of dampness directly on his crotch…the first symbol of his shame, thos had to be cleaned up. One more look was given to the half-naked doll of a girl sprawled in front of him, sighing quietly as her chest rose steadily. He was glad she had passed out, if she didn’t his sinful actions would have continued, not like he hadn’t already sealed his permanent appointment at the fiery gates anyway with what he had done though. He loved her so much, too much, he thought picking up her limp form and ignoring the aching in his pants as he carried her towards the bathroom. The start of a long night.

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