Hello Hello !! >_< You can call me Ame or Ameila, or a secret third option (Nicknames!!)
Mainly made this blog because sometimes the goon is too much for main 😔
Anyways !! Just here to write slop about my favs ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Love TMNT (2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse) ((VERY much a Donnie fanatic💜)), The batman, MHA (I NEED more Spinner content, yo..), Assassination Classroom, JJK, Death Note,,
I listen to just about any music TBH, but I usually listen to like,, anything that's falls under "Divorced Dad" category. Very "In the back of dad's car after he picks me up from mom" vibe, y'know?
Errrmmm.. Not a lot of dislikes tbh. Average dislikes ig? Mean people n shit like that man. Just don't read it if you don't like it 🤷
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Like.. Older Dean, in his forties or something cracking your back like a fucking glowstick 🤤🤤
Another motel in some bumfuck town–the type that smells like depression and mildew–with sheets that definitely have seen better days; wallpaper peeling, ceiling stained yellow from smoking–Romantic, right?
But that doesn't really matter though, what matters is you and Dean right now, and the way he's got you pressed into the mattress, springs squeaking in protest with every harsh thrust as he drives his cock into you.
He's got one hand on your waist to keep you in place, the other wrapped around the back of your neck to keep your face buried in the sheets; your moans muffled, tears smearing against fabric.
The room's filled with the sound of skin slapping, and the wet 'shlick' that accompanied each drag of his cock–In and out, in and out–the fat head of his cock hitting deep enough it had you seeing stars.
Your hands are twisted in the sheets, white-knuckling the fabric like it's the only thing keeping you together as he practically splits you open; Pounding hips pressing your further into the mattress like he's trying to imprint your shape into it.
"–Take it. C'mon, you can take it" he rasped, voice rough and deep. His hips stuttering as he felt you clenching around him, drawing a long, hissed out "Fuuckkk" from his lips, before his fingers were tightening around your throat.
You choked out wet whimpers and moans into the sheets, toes curling as he picked up his rough pace–Until he was slamming into you hard enough to make you cry out; Hips pressing flush against yours as his release spilled into you, white coating gummy walls as he rode out his orgasm.
Rough pants tumbled from his lips as his fingers slipped from your neck, hands sliding down to grip your hips lightly, like he just needed something to hold. "Hah.. Fuck.."
You whimpered, turning your head to finally breath properly, fingers laxing in the sheets as the sound of panting and soft groans filled the room.
Out of everyone she's come to know since joining UA, Ururaka would have to say that you're probably the best friend she's made.
You were just so passionate about becoming a hero, and so nice too!
Always willing to help anyone in class, always willing to help her even when she knew you were probably busy with something else.
Late night calls when she needed help with homework, or training on the weekends; always assuring her that you had time, and that she could call whenever.
It made her feel.. Weird.
Not a bad weird, but.. Good? Confused??
Your presence was just something she enjoyed.
All smiles and laughter when she was with you; always perking up the second you entered a room; always by your side when class let out.
But then she was paired with Mina for a little class activity, and..
“Soo.. You and Y/N, huh?” Mina asked, a cheeky smile on her face. And Ochako, sweet, sweet Ochako, could only smile; entirely unaware of the way her lips stretched just a little too wide at the mention of your name.
"Mm? What about?” Ochako asked, oblivious to Mina's own widening grin.
"I meann..” She drawled, hands moving to emphasize her words. “You guys are really close, right? And we're like, best friends, so you can tell me if there's something.. Going on.”
Ochako blinked, pen freezing on the paper, before she let out a bark of laughter–One she quickly quieted when her classmates had turned their attention to her at the sudden sound.
“I- What?” Ochako wasn't embarrassed or annoyed at the question, just amused.
“C'monn!” Mina whined, pouting as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hush. “You always sit with each other at lunch! And training together and studying together–That's like, secret relationship level stuff!”
“Thats just us being friends!” Ururaka argued, an amused smile on her face, though the accusation had her cheeks flushing–if only a little.
“What about the study dates then? Or like, all the snacks you guys share??" Mina asked with a huff, pointing a finger at her.
"She shares snacks with everyone!” Ochako argued back, because you really did–Buying cold soba for Todorki just because, or a piece of candy for Sato because you thought he'd like it–You were just nice like that!
“Nu uh” Mina shook her head. “She's always getting you stuff! Every week it's always some drink or candy! We get stuff like, once a month if we're lucky!”
Ochako opened her mouth to argue, but stopped herself before she could even say anything. When was the last time you'd gotten someone something?
She could've sworn you'd given something to Momo the other day, but now that she was actually thinking about it, she can only remember the snacks you'd given her.
“–Exactly!” Mina hissed, smirking like Ururaka's silence was an answer in and of itself.
The rest of class was Mina practically interrogating her up until the bell rang–And when Ururaka had left that day, she definitely had some new.. Thoughts.
I mean.. She didn't even like girls–Had had a crush on Izuku since the first day of UA.
And why shouldn't she? He was cute, kind, and just had this dedication that never wavered, even when his quirk had such harsh drawbacks!
But you were just.. Well, she doesn't know what.
You were like him in your dedication to becoming a hero: always training so hard, always on top of your studies. And you were pretty funny too; always making her giggle to the point she was red-faced and out of breath.
–But you were just.. Friendly.
Always so nice to servers at the Cafe you two frequented, and kind to strangers in the park..
And so what if she's been calling more often?
So what if she's been going to places with you on the weekend more than usual?
Or about the fact she asks for help on work she definitely could do herself?
And so what if she was a little extra clingy during sleepovers, or the fact you two always cuddled in your bed while watching a movie?
Friends hang out often. Friends make excuses to talk to each other whenever. Close friends had sleepovers all the time!
You guys were just close!
And it's not like she liked you like that, anyways.
Even if she did, you didn't like girls either–Had had a crush on someone too.
She thinks you did, at least, but she can't seem to remember the last time you've mentioned a boy like that.. Had you ever even mentioned a guy in that context..?
Whatever. You don't like girls, she doesn't like girls, and she definitely doesn't like-like you.
Absolutely not.
How could she?
She liked Izuku anyway.
..Even if she spent more time with you than she did with him.
And went to cafes with you more than with him.
Or the fact her palms had started to get sweaty whenever you guys would hold hands.
Or the way something in her stomach fluttered every time you gave her an extra long hug before leaving.
..Or the fact she'd never move you when you fell asleep on her shoulder during a sleepover, content with just sitting there even after her arm would go numb.
–But that's just.. Friendly feelings; Platonic love and being caring, right?
..Right!?
UGHHH wrote this and realized this was probably a long post, so I'll make a part 2 ^^
Very open to other fandoms, the list here is just because these are the ones I mainly write for ^^
Character doesn't matter, I WILL go to the ends of the earth to write your character as ACCURATLEY as POSSIBLE
(AKA: i will watch a YT character essay and consume media about said character)
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You're face down in bed, knees digging into the messy sheets under you, hands gripping your pillow–Just for something to hold.
Choso's on top of you, his warm, broad chest pressed to your back, arms around your stomach, one hand splayed over your lower stomach to hold you close.
It's nothing crazy, just the warmth of him draped around you and the feel of his cock buried inside of you; but you're practically soaking the sheets under you.
His face is buried in your hair, breath hot against the back of your neck as he murmured soft, sweet-nothings to you.
Soft grunts of how good you felt, of how much he loved having you like this, of how close he was.. All while his arms would tighten around you, hand pressing firmer against your stomach, fingers spread, palm warm.
It's quiet and intimate, a gentle side of him that not many people saw–That no one really even knew existed (except you, of course)–But it's enough to have you clenching around nothing.
Slow but deep rolls that have you quietly grunting into the pillow, soft whimpers leaving you when his hips occasionally drag up, or when his hips roll just a little deeper.
And he only picks up pace when he's close. Not by much, hips thrusting just a bit harder, a bit deeper; his arms tightening around you as you feel him pulse inside of you.
Until he's groaning deeply into your ear, hips jerking forward on instinct, burying himself to the hilt, his cum hot and filling as it spills into you.
He's panting then. Soft, breathy whispers of how much he loves you, how much he adores you, as he presses his mouth to the back of your neck in hot, wet kisses.
And for a moment, the both of you just lay there in the aftermath; enveloped in his warmth, filled with him, room quiet aside from your soft breaths and his whispered praises.
