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[ameliaenya707]

Like I said more active on my main rn, for guys in a diff fandom but yeah writing over there rn. Horny posting over there and maybe over here 🙂‍↕️

More than a Spark

Desperation. Yearning. Two things that look unbelievably perfect on every dateable in your home. Especially a certain brooding, dark-haired man down at the breaker box. It's undeniable how Eddie's no good for you, how he's a bit of an asshole who struggles with getting any emotion other that stoicism, which is really a lack of emotion, out when he's around anyone, much less you. But you can see it on his face when he doesn't think you notice.

His heavy-lidded gaze lingers on you as you nurse a drink at the bar, Volt sweet-talking you and Johnny Splash performing yet another charming but terrible acapella on the stage. He wants you. Badly. You can see it written all over his face, and the white knuckled grip he has on the drinking glasses whenever you tease him. Volt is easier to read, easier to talk to and touch and Makeout with in the shitty dim lit backroom of the breaker box. Eddie not so much. You've yet to get your hands on his chest and your tongue on his but you have a feeling it might be tonight with the way the bar starts to clear out and he's still glancing your way as he wipes down the bar top.

"You heading home or what?" His gruff voice almost gives you full body shivers, it fills the empty air and demands your attention.

Glancing back at him and moving down a few barstools to sit in front of him, propping your elbows onto the counter he's trying to clean, you smile at him.

"Sounds like you want me to leave," You pout, not that you can pull any sympathy from the man in the state he's in, but maybe you could get something in other than a tired goodnight.

"There are a lot of things I want," his response is vague and casual but leading onto something more that makes your core feel weird. Good weird.

His voice never failed to stir up some feeling inside of you. More specifically the way he spoke. His tone. The words he used. Every sentence is crafted carefully to further uphold the closed-off vibe you got from him. Like he'd let on just enough to pique your curiosity and leave you wanting for more, it was begging to get on your nerves.

"Are you always-"

"Such an asshole?" He chuckles lowly before you can finish.

"Difficult. I was going to say difficult." You retort with a roll of your eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure what it is you want from me, Volt gives you plenty of attention."

"There are a lot of things I want," you repeat his vague statement, giving back the same energy he gave to you.

"Real smart, one of those things being?"

"You," it was time one of you came out and said it.

You were beginning to grow impatient and would rather get shut down than not take a chance at this. Plus talking to Reggie was enjoyable to you, at least there were some positives to getting rejected.

"You have Volt," he says, tossing the towel over his shoulder and giving you a look.

"Call me greedy but I want you too," you shrug, tracing little shapes onto the bar top with the tip of your finger, looking at him through your lashes.

"...I have a feeling I'll regret inviting you to the back," he groans. Which bassicly meant you were.

Months of chipping away at the man's patience led up to this moment and you were thrilled, though you tried not to show too much of it on your face. Only a fraction of it in the form of a slight smirk to mirror his own.

"I'll be good I promise," you giggle softly.

"Oh I'm sure you will," he grumbles, the back of his knuckles sliding against the underside of your jaw and across your cheek slowly before he turns around a begins walking, "You coming?"

You fight back the urge to say 'Oh I will be," instead opting to follow him to the back of the club. The minute you step foot in the back area your arms are around his neck, lips brushing eachother as a silent request.

Permission is granted when he presses his lips against yours. It's hungry and desperate and tense, everything you expected a kiss with him to be like. Behind all the pent-up frustration it's surprisingly gentle and considerate. His hands are on your back, sliding down to get a firm grip on your ass, something that prompts you to moan into the kiss.

Messy is the only way to describe the way your tongue slides against his as one hands find purchase in his hair and the other rests on his firm chest. You tilt your head to kiss him better, deeper. Your noses bump and teeth clash a bit but neither of you finds it in yourselves to react or make a deal out of it, too lost in the heart-racing sensation of each other's lips locked after months of built-up glances and sexually charged interactions.

Eventually, you have to part with him for the necessity that is oxygen. If you didn't need air you think you'd never willingly part from him. Forhead to forhead, his hands still gripping onto your ass, your hands still in his hair now dragging down to hold his face as you both pant. It's hot and stuffy in the backroom, a shitty torn up couch and box TV shoved in a corner to keep Volt and him entertained or something, Volt talked about it one time but you were too preoccupied with kissing on his neck to care.

The fantasy of having them both on and in you was never fleeting, but you had just gotten Eddie so you figured you'd still have to work up to the Volt and Eddie sandwich you so desperately wanted.

"I want to fuck you so bad, I need to fuck you so bad" Eddie groans. A sentence you've never thought you'd hear in your life time blessing your ears. You could have jumped up and down with joy if it wasn't mood-killing.

"I wanna fuck you too, so fucking bad Eddie you don't even know." You chuckle, kissing him again.

"Oh I think I know," he groans against your lips, lifting you up with ease and dropping you onto the couch.

For a torn-up god knows how old piece of furniture it provided some comfort, just about the bare minimum though. It was awkward to position yourselves on, you opted for having him take his pants off and sit down, and straddle him for a more efficient position. He slid his vest off and let out a groan the minute your hands touched his bare chest and your lips were kissing his neck and jaw.

You wondered if he could shock you. Maybe not, Volt was the real electricity and energy, Eddie was just the...wires? Well, you could get shocked by wires, yeah? Volts shocks stung enough so you weren't exactly willing to test your theory with Eddie. Instead trying to avoid his wires, similar to how you avoided touching Volt's wild hair. Though it was pretty to look at.

"You want this, live wire?" The endearing little nickname leaving his lips in his voice in that tone made you shiver. Nodding enthusiastically.

"I need to hear you say it," he chuckles, one hand gently holding your chin, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your cheek as he forces you to meet his gaze.

"I want this," you practically whine. The sexy confident act falls a little, leaving behind the sight of someone who needs something really bad. Leaving behind the sight of pure desperation and desire. You could see some of it in his dark eyes too.

"You want what, live wire?"

The way he was looking at you was positively simple and it made you weak everywhere.

"I want you to fuck me Eddie, need it. So so bad. Need it so bad, please fuck me." You amped the pleading up, giving him everything he wanted and more, giving him a look of want, slightly biting your bottom lip, your brows furrowed a bit and your eyes sparkling with something sensual.

It felt erotic.

It was erotic.

It was no longer just sexy, passing glances. No longer a thought in your mind you entertained every night alone in bed. You were straddling him on his couch, your hands exploring his chest. It was sensual and erotic and almost perverted the way the two of you were looking at each other. Touching each other, as if you'd never touch each other again.

Which you very well might not. He could decide he wants nothing to do with you after tonight. But deep down part of you knew Eddie and how he wouldn't do that. Once he's deep in something he stays. And soon he'd be deep into you, literally.

With your explicit permission he slides down your pants until they fall onto the floor, you in turn sliding down his boxers until they rest halfway down his thighs. He's a good size, the perfect girth to fill you up and leave you completely satisfied with no want for anything more other than him pounding into you.

You giggled softly as he groaned from your hands sliding down his chest, brushing against his happy trail and down to his cock. Stroking it a few times just to relish in the sounds he made in response before lining yourself up with his length.

The sounds you both let out as you sit down on him are sinful and filled with pleasure. Your head tilts back as you moan but his hand comes up to grab your chin bringing your face inches from his, his lips brushing softly against yours as you settle on his cock. Accustoming yourself to the stretch and the slight sting that melts right into ecstasy. Eddie kisses you with passion, pouring everything pent up into it as you got used to the feeling of his cock inside you. The gruff closed off asshole who worked at the Breaker Box now laid beneath you looking perfect and kissing you like he'd never get the chance to again.

"I'm gonna move now, kay'?" You mumble softly against his lips and he nods, with his permission you begin to slowly move up and down his cock before going just a bit faster once you get a sense of rhythm.

The sounds he makes are more than enough to let you know you're doing perfectly. Riding him is euphoric, a sensation unlike any other. The dimly lit stuffy backroom and broken-down couch creaking only add to the dirty real feeling of it all. It was messy, your wetness making your thighs slick as you went up and down on his cock. His cock felt perfect and snug inside of you, your hands resting on his broad shoulders, finger nails digging into them drawing a groan from his lips which you then kissed, swallowing the sounds he was making, your own sweetly blending with them.

You reach your peak, coming with a long satisfied moan, head thrown back a bit, his calloused hands gently rubbing your hips and working you through it. Right before, you can feel him about to come, slipping off of him and stroking his cock a few times until thick ropes of cum hit your and his stomach as he finishes with a satisfied moan.

You both sit there, sweaty and panting, trying to calm down.

"You know, I would've appreciated a little invitation to this show." Volt's voice startles both of you out of the trance you were in.

"I'll be sure to let you know next time then," Eddie chuckles, his hands resting warmly on your waist and everything seems to click into place as you all let out small laughs.

[ameliaenya707]

I've missed you so much ong😭😭😭 welcome back!!

Missed yall so much too! I won't be posting a lot here yet unless I get requests or something but I'll be more active on my main @ameliaenya404 🥰

[ameliaenya707]

Welcome back!!!

Thank youuu mwah mwah 😘😘

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I'm back cunts

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Hi!

Imagine Yandere Keigo who would force "age regression" on darling. Like forced ABDL, feed them like a baby, corner time punishment, etc

He's so delulu

CORNER TIME PUNISHMENT CORNER TIME PUNISHMENT!!!!

Keigo is such a "go to your room" daddy but he wouldn't leave his darling there for long, just long enough to learn not to test him. Eventually, once he's deemed it long enough, he'd come back into his darling's room. If his darling is distraught and crying it's a whole thing, back rubs and sweet whispers of reassurance of how daddy isn't mad and it's okay. Yan! Keigo is a jackass but if nothing else he does love his darling in his own sick way and he would still always offer some of his own comfort after a punishment.

But yeah there's a specific corner of his home where his darling stands facing the wall for punishment.

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Baking hawks a birthday cake, because he left you a list of what his perfect birthday would be and if you follow it you get outside time

HELP LIKE A DOG 😭😭😭

No this is perfect. He always craves that domestic partner to come home to. Especially on his birthday, a day he never had a real reason to celebrate before since he's working and has no friends. So when he comes home to a cake and you in a pretty outfit looking all cute for him of COURSE you're going to get extra privileges!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAWKS 🎂

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What's devious is that when boyfriend or girlfriends for hire date, they have to leave the company, so darling just lost her job

Good thing hawks is rich ayyyyy 💵💵💵

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAWKS

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Merry Christmas! But wow the idea of hawks tying up the rented girlfriend me laugh, cause just imagine how much he loved that was just what he paid for. What if her name isn't even real?

Like the whole things a lie but he's too far deep in. He got one taste of domestic 'love' (bassicly roleplay) and now he's too whipped. It's so cuteee

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So I just had a interesting hawks concept, so in Japan there's these businesses where you hire out people to pretend to be your partners, spouses, parents, and even children. The biggest clientele are lonely businessmen who never had the time to have family or things like it, so that someone is at least there to come home too. So what if hawks after years of coming home to an empty place decides to just hire a pretend spouse. It's easy, he picks the actress he wants, writes the role and personality to go with it and boom someone will be there at this time to be his wife making dinner for him. He just did it so the emptiness didn't get to him but what he didn't account for, was how happy he actually was, how much he actually looked forward, how much he really felt like he had a family. Now with these businesses there are lines you can't go over, no kisses on lips, touchiness, etc. But it feels like hawks is slowly crossing every boundary, he wants you to call him keigo, he wants to be held, he wants to know who your friends are, who you've known before him, it's getting to personal. You try to discontinue your contract but then you find yourself chained to his bed with a betrayed looking Keigo staring at you, wasn't it all supposed to be just an act?

WAIT THAT'S SO GOOODDD!!!!

I...i need to sit and think about this for awhile

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Scars

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Promise?

"You're so soft," Shigaraki pokes at your cheek while you work.

He was clinger than usual. Of course he always seemed to be attached to your hip and insistent on dragging you along with him wherever he roamed. But every once in awhile he needed some time to himself, time to sit in his thoughts alone.

You respected it and he respected when you needed time to yourself, although he was always a little fussy about it. But now, for the last week, if was as if being separated from you would kill him. He'd been insectintly nagging on you every second of the day, petting you, holding you, poking at your soft skin.

"Tomura are you okay?" You ask softly, letting out a sigh as you relent from typing a report in favor of locking eyes with him. Although his eyes were always slightly coverd by his hair which was growing out. You made a mental note that he's due for a trim soon.

"I'm fine," he responded, his hand falling down onto your thigh.

"....You're never this...clingy. Are you sure you don't want a little, you time?" You ask hesitantly.

His personal time was usally spent with him consuming online content or gaming, and you tried not to interfere or interrupt, wanting him to have some cool off after particularly frustrating missions or plans for the league that went south.

His lack of taking time to himself was becoming slightly concerning and a tad bit disturbing.

"I'm fine I promise, just...a man can't want to spend a little time with his girl?" Tomura chuckled softly, his thumb softly brushing against the skin of your thigh.

He had his gloves on to avoid any, unfortunate events. It's not like you didn't trust him though, you knew he had a solid grasp on his quirk. It was simply a precaution he took for his own peace of mind. Sooth his paranoia.

The way he worded his sentence made your cheeks flush. His girl.

His girl.

Although you knew it was just fluff to avoid the topic at hand, he was good at dodging your questions.

"Tomura, cut it out. C'mon tell me what's up!" You urge, catching the smallest flicker of hesitance in his eyes. So he was hiding something.

"Promise you won't get freaked out?" He mumbled reluctently.

"Nothing you do or say is going to freak me out, I promise." You'd seen your fair share of his decays and the hands and...everything, to not be phased by most things he does.

You watch as he crawls off the bed, where both of you were sitting together, and goes into the closet. Rummaging around and moving things until he turns back around, a little box in his hand.

"I know it's super early but....I just...I know I can't marry you now, or in the foreseeable future. But I will one day. I promise." He said, popping the box open. A small ring secured safely in a royal blue cushion. The ring was small. Shiny and most likely stolen or acquired through outside connections such as Giren.

He got you a promise ring.

A shiny, perfect, promise ring.

"If it's too much I can always just return it or something-"

Before he can ramble on any more you swiftly silence him with a kiss. It was sweet once he relaxed into it, melting beneath your touch when you took the ring from his hands and set it aside, tangling your hands in his hair.

It was warm. Despite how cold Tomura always was, even now his cheeks are cold when you cup them with your hands when you pull back to lean your forehead against his.

"It's perfect and thoughtful and....thank you. I love it," you reassure him, smiling when he finally gives you a soft smile. Boyish excitement crossing his features. Something you and only you often saw, unlike the cold exterior he had around most others he had no intrest in conversing with.

"Can I put it on you?" The question is laced with hesitance but when you nod you can see him relax and he grabs the box, pulling the pretty ring out.

One of his hands grasps yours, lifting it up as he slides the ring on your finger. He kissed the back of your hand gently.

Something you thought him, when you first started dating. It was hard to get him so comfortable with you, comftable enough to be flirty, but it was worth the effort.

"Forever, yeah?" You giggle. A promise that couldn't be guaranteed, but a promise you'd make nonetheless.

"Forever." He nodded. You could see on his face he didint truly belive in forever either. But you still held each other's hands as you smiled stupidly at each other.

You'd find a way to make forever work.

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Hi

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Thinking about yanderes giving their darling's hidden anklet trackers that look like cute accessories to match outfits remind me how that was a fashion trend. Okay so some time ago, this model I think or actress? Went to jail for alcohol or drugs or something like that, but she was put under house arrest with an anklet monitor. But because she was friends or ambassador to this fashion company, the company made these kinda glammed up ways to wear a ankle monitor to still look presentable and match her outfit. Popularity about it grew, and this fashion company sold them and everyone would buy them and wear them in support for that lady like anklets.

I love this concept. If you ever played mystic messenger this reminds me of jumin han's bad ending where he puts a tracker in your heels. It's hot

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IF YOU LIVE IN THE US, PLEASE READ THIS

Posting this from the bird app since I hope it can help people.

People have been contacting the White House directly to demand a recount, especially since there has been evidence that not every ballot has been counted and will be thrown away if it hasn't been cured.

The link to contact the White House is here!

The following screenshot comes from here!

If you need help writing something, check under the cut! I've provided a prewritten response from one of the replies!

"I am a concerned citizen, and I need you to hear me. I urge you to recount the ballots from this election and investigate election interference. Bomb threats have been called into multiple polling locations, causing some to close early. Domestic terrorists have burned ballot boxes. An unprecedented number of ballots have been rejected and require curing. There have been reports of polling officers allowing voter intimidation in and outside of polling places across the country and an estimated 20 million mail in ballots are unaccounted for. In addition, many people have reported that ballots were not counted for suspicious reasons such as signature invalidation which is information that vote counters do not have access to. These events have occurred in swing states such as Pennsylvania, Nevada, and Georgia, for instance."

Feel free to add and change what you want, this is just a base for you to work off of.

[ameliaenya707]

*gripping your shoulders and shaking you* you gotta promise me one thing, if nothing else. you have to promise me to live, do you hear me. and if it's for nothing else but spite, LIVE. donald trump wants you to feel defeated and alone. let's show him and all the americans who voted for him that we will not stay quiet, we will not be devided and we will LIVE. we will survive that 78-year old felon, we will OUTLIVE him. so please reach out to friends and family, reach out to each other and STAND TOGETHER.

PLEASE, LIVE!

[ameliaenya707]

This is a reminder to:

Never mention a possible pregnancy/abortion to anyone, especially not through a social media app messaging service such as messenger, WhatsApp, Instagram DMs, Snapchat, etc.

Delete all period tracking apps and to start tracking using a planner or physical calendar

Book appointments for a form of birth control if possible, or to always carry condoms for yourself and other

Look into sterilization options if that is the route you want to go down (here is a list of 1000 doctors willing to sterilize you without a fight)

Protect your fellow person, protect the women in your life, the queer people, the disabled people, everyone will be affected by this

Form communities. Tell your people that you love them. Protect one another. Check in on one another. None of us are alone.