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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK, AGE GAP, manipulation, sensitive!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v), anal (just some thumb action), dirty talk, daddy kink, spitting, slight size kink, breeding kink, licking tears, degradation, dumbification, choking, overstimulation. implied: murder. 

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | He planted the seeds of doubt and you watered them with your tears. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.36K

𝗔/𝗡 | Lloyd is a lot in this… sadistic-ish perhaps, you’ve been warned. All mistakes are my own. This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. all hail the dilfs !!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Why are you crying, sunshine? I’ll take care of you, just like I always have. None of them deserve you.” His words break off into a hiss, “Leaving you at home while they handle business, abandoning you.” 

“Didn’t… leave.” 

“They did.” Lloyd pulls you into his chest, thrusting balls deep into your cunt. He groans deeply as your walls flutter around him, milking him, “They always leave. Haven’t you noticed?” 

You sniffle wetly, tears streaming down your cheeks in a cruel result of pleasure and awful self-awareness. You clutch the sweater tighter, burying your face in the soft cotton that smells like Lloyd because he was wearing it before he came into your room—and one thing led to another and you’re stuffed to the brim with his length once again. 

Lloyd was always with you, either at home, the mall or on-campus, and even when you walk around the garden outside. Unlike your family who you haven’t seen in months. 

He was right, they did always leave—abandon you. 

Your family were elites and ridiculously wealthy. Always taking trips around the world for meetings with their various partners and expanding their company. Even your older siblings were old enough to go by themselves without supervision and since your parents never left each other's side, that left you all alone on the family estate. 

Lloyd phrased it like they craved freedom from you—and you started believing him a long time ago. But sometimes, like today, you’re in poor pathetic denial. 

“That’s it, let it all out.” He fucks you harder, his nails digging into your hips. He loves seeing you cry, there’s nothing like watching the sadness bleed onto your face in hot tears. “You’re doing so good—I’d never leave you, pumpkin, daddy will never leave you like them.”

You cry out his name, trembling against his body as he lightly taps your clit. You’re still so sensitive from his mustache rubbing you raw, but you loved that overwhelming sensation more than anything. “D-Daddy—please, don’t stop.” 

A hard kiss is pressed to the side of your head before his bicep hooks around your throat, making your back arch as he splits you open. “I’m not stopping until I’ve filled all your stupid little holes. I’m going to knock you up tonight, baby, and you aren’t going to stop me.” 

He’s warped your thoughts into a twisted puzzle that only he can solve and put together for you. He made you into who you are today, a fresh university graduate with a heart of gold who can’t make any choices for herself. A sad girl with all of this dependence on him, and it only took two years. 

When he met you that first day, he could easily see your potential. It didn’t take long for him to start planting doubts about your family, your lifeline and how they always left you all alone at home with no one but the staff to keep you company. 

He planted the seeds, and you watered them with your tears. 

You missed your family dearly, and can’t even remember the last time you all had dinner together. Your whole life has passed in flashes, but you can only remember a few snapshots, and all of them were spent with your family’s most trusted bodyguard.  

Lloyd was your everything, you couldn’t breathe, let alone function without him. And, that’s why you’re facefirst on your bed, dress flipped up as your bodyguard stretches you open around his cock. 

“I-I miss them…” You weep, biting the sweater as he straddles your ass, the thick head of his cock slams into your cervix, and forces his last load out in a sloppy mess. He wass truly fucking you stupid. 

“Yet they treat you like they don’t know you,” Lloyd growls, spreading your cheeks and spitting on your puckered hole. He circles the rim, collecting some of his seed with his thumb before pushing it, listening to your cries turn into needy moans. “Like they don’t love you, baby, and you’re worth all the fucking love in the world.”

On his call, the guards currently with the rest of your family will take care of them. And far too many times Lloyd has resisted calling it in. Perhaps your father shouldn’t pay him as much as he does—or foolishly offer him a fraction of your family’s wealth when Lloyd was already robbing them blind.  

And with you, he’d have it all. Not that he only wanted the money but it was a great plus.  

“I’m here for you, sunshine, I’ve always been here for you.” He grunts, “And, you know what?” He asks, cocking his head as if he isn’t rearranging your guts, “Daddy will take care of them for you, right after I fuck all the sadness out of your beautiful body.” 

You convulse so roughly he has to hold you down, ramming into your tight hole with abandon and dragging out your high. Your cream coats his length, creating a ring of white around the base of his cock and smearing down his heavy balls. He curses as you squirt all over him and your bed, your poor pussy is crying—just like you. 

“Will they even miss you?” Lloyd groans, not letting up with his thrusts, sickeningly grinning as you try to escape, he just pulls you back and stuffs you full on his dick. “Poor baby, look at me when you cry, remember?”

With raw bitten lips, you crane your neck, barely seeing him through your teary vision as fresh streams of tears shimmer on your face. 

Lloyd grips your chin, prying your mouth open to spit onto your tongue. You quickly swallow his saliva and mewl as he hits deeper, filthy wet noises fill your bedroom. This time, you don’t try to hide your face and whimper when he leans down to lick your cheek and growls through clenched teeth, “Fuck—you’re so pretty when you cry. And, those tears taste almost as good as your pussy.” 

He’s watched you pout and cry, he can read you like an open book and knows exactly when your golden heart turns a sad shade of blue. And every time he has to fuck you silly. 

“Daddy—”

“Don’t you only want me? Only I can make you happy, make you feel like this.” He hoists your hips off the bed to reach your clit, roughly rubbing it with his fingers, even swatting your puffy folds too. “Don’t tell me you can’t even speak, pumpkin, you know daddy loves hearing you cry.”

“Too much, fuck—too much!” You squeal, twisting and turning as he tortures your cunt like a damn toy, slapping your nub until you scream, “L-Lloyd!”

“Tell me, pumpkin.” He demands, tearing the sweater from your grip to yank you into his front, keeping you locked on his fat cock, his sack flush against your slit. He grinds slowly, and the bulbous tip presses into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Say it, and I’ll keep you forever. I’ll never leave—like them.” 

You hiccup, senses in overdrive with even the slightest move of his hips. “O-Only want you, daddy.” Tears stream down your sweaty cheeks, seeping into the corner of your parted lips, “forever, please—” don’t leave. 

Lloyd has to restrain himself from making the call right then and there, but he’d wait until you’ve fallen asleep to get rid of your family. 

How considerate. 

“Good girl, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He flips you around to climb over you again, glancing at your stretched hole as it clenches around air. He caresses your cheeks, rubbing your tears into your skin with a groan, “I’m not going to leave, ever.” He promises, sliding back into you with a single thrust, his abs tense as you claw down his back, “No one will take you from me, got that? I’d do anything for you, pumpkin, just name it.”

Die, kill—he’s already going to do the latter, but you won’t know until tomorrow. He can only imagine how sad you’ll be then, how many tears you’ll cry. It’ll be a fresh feast for him. 

After all, the sadder you were, the better your tears tasted. 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well. this was filthy.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

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I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

I feel called out by Netflix 🤣

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Some Oikawas I drew for an event on Twitter!

Hotter than hell (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie and the reader are best friends that are in love with each other and have sex while high. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), choking, spit kink, recreational drug use, unprotected sex, cursing, not beta read

Notes: I haven't written any fanfiction in the last 6 years, I lost all of my motivation to write. And then Stranger Things introduced this man and I instantly fell in love with him. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

You were laying on Eddie's bed, feeling euphoric and really horny. Maybe, if you weren't high, you would've realized that what you were planing to do wasn't a good idea, but thankfully, you were far too gone for that.

"Eddie?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Hmm?" he hummed, not even looking at you, too lost in his own world. He looked so beautiful like this, his lips slightly parted, the moonlight illuminating his features. Moments like these were your favourite, when you could just lay down next to him, forgetting everything else in the world. It was just the two of you, nothing else existed. You wished it could be like this all the time.

"Can I ask you something?" you turned around so you were laying on your stomach, purposefully pushing your tits out. Eddie's eyes instantly fell to your cleavage as he licked his lips.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Am I pretty?" you asked, taking a strand of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"You're very pretty." he said with a small grin.

"But am I pretty-pretty, or are you just saying that because you feel obligated to, since we're friends?"

Eddie let out a chuckle, rubbing his knuckles up and down your arm.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, sweetheart." And he really meant that. The second he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew there was no one more beautiful than you. You consumed his every waking thought. If only he wasn't such a coward and could tell you how he feels. But there was no way you felt for him what he felt for you, and he couldn't lose you. Having you as a friend was more than enough.

Only it wasn't. It was selfish, really, but he wanted you to be more than just friends. He wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, take you on dates. But you were so perfect, so kind and gorgeous. And Eddie was Eddie. How could someone like you fall for him? There was no way. So he tortured himself every night, falling asleep to the thoughts of you, and hoped it would get easier with time.

"Aww. And you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen." you kissed his cheek, making him let out a sigh.

It's like you knew the effect you had on him, and did all of this on purpose. But that was just his mind messing with him. He knew you would never do that to him. You were way too nice for that.

"Yeah? Do you mean that, or do you feel obligated to say it, because I told you you're pretty?" Eddie teased, making you giggle.

"I'm saying it, because I always thought you were beautiful, Eddie. I love your eyes, and that adorable smile." you pinched his cheek lightly, making his face screw up. Your eyes were glazed over and you looked so content.

"And I really want to sit on your face, but we're not gonna talk about that." you said suddenly, after a few seconds of silence.

Eddie wasn't sure if he heard you correctly, but he felt his heart stop.

"What?" he sat up abruptly, making you let out a squeal. "Are you joking?"

"Nope." you grinned, trailing your fingers down his chest. You could feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm, and that gave you even more confidence.

"You-you want to sit on my face?" he repeated, still not believing you.

"Well, it's a very pretty face."

"But-" you put one of your fingers on his lips, shutting him up.

"Too many questions, it's my turn now. Do you think my body's also pretty?" you asked him with a teasing smile. He tried to calm down, he really did, but he could already feel himself getting hard.

"Well, I haven't seen enough to form an opinion on that." he teased back, wanting to see just how far you would go.

"Wanna see?" But there's no way he could've prepared for that. He reached out and put his hand on your waist, just to make sure you were real and not a fragment of his imagination. But you were here, he could feel the heat radiating of your body, and your soft skin beneath his fingers. Did he die and go to heaven? Although, no, there's no way he could've gotten in. But it looked still more plausible than what was happening right now.

"W-wait you mean like right now? You want to show me right now?"

You were enjoying seeing Eddie like this and loved the fact that you had this effect on him.

"Yeah, why waste any time?" you grinned wickedly and pulled your shirt off.

Truth is, Eddie thought about you naked. All the time. But never, even in his wildest dreams, did he imagine you getting naked for him, in his room, in his bed. Fuck, did he get so high that he's hallucinating now? Because there's no way you're actually showing him your tits right now, right?

"So? What do you say, Munson?" you would've been nervous if this was anyone else. But this was Eddie, your Eddie, and the way he was looking at you right now was making you shiver.

Eddie gulped, letting his eyes roam your upper body.

"You're really, really hot, Y/N." Eddie finally said, licking his lips. His hands were twitching at his sides, he wanted to reach out and touch you so bad.

"Would you fuck me?" Without a doubt. But he couldn't just say that, could he?

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

"Because I'm really, really horny." you bit your lip, letting out a barely audible whimper.

"Last week when we were smoking together, I was so wet I was dripping down my thigh the whole way home." It was frustrating, really. Not only did you have feelings for your friend, but you also wanted him to fuck you senseless every time you were near him.

"And every single time I go home and touch myself, I think about you." you crawled into Eddie's lap, making him let out a groan. How was he supposed to keep his feelings at bay when you were testing his sanity like this?

"Especially your fingers and those rings. They really turn me on." you whispered into his ear, biting on his earlobe, making Eddie let out a moan.

"Fuck, Y/N."

Here you were, shirtless, sitting on his lap and telling him all of these things. And Eddie looked at you like he wanted to ruin you, and you were enjoying every second of it.

"I mean, you don't see it, but I literally worship the ground you walk on. And if you want me too, why not help each other out." you said, trailing your nail up and down his crotch.

Eddie let out a loud moan and you grinned to yourself. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

"So what do you say, Munson? Do you want me?"

Eddie didn't bother answering verbally. Instead, one of his hands found the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was hot and needy, all tongue and teeth. You could feel him getting harder under your thigh and you instinctively ground your hips down. He whimpered into your mouth, which only made you wetter. You were pretty sure you could cum just like this, dry humping him. And God, if Eddie didn't get a grip, he would definitely cum in his pants.

One of his hands moved to your tits, pinching your nipple slightly, making you throw your head back. He took the opportunity to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks along the way. Your moans were getting louder, and it was kinda embarrassing considering the fact he didn't even do anything yet. You were starting to lose your control over him and the smug bastard could feel it.

You gripped his hair and pulled on it a little. Eddie stopped kissing your neck and looked at you questioningly. You pulled on the hem if his shirt, and he helped you take it off.

"It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless." you said breathlessly, running your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.

"You're right, baby."

"We should take off your jeans too, looks pretty uncomfortable." you said, palming his hard on, making Eddie let out a moan.

You could listen to those sounds forever. He looked so beautiful like this, and you wanted to just keep looking at him, but you also really wanted to get your mouth on his cock.

You kissed your way down his chest and torso, and pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Fuck." Eddie was losing his mind. You were definitely doing this on purpose, he was sure now.

He helped you get rid of his pants and you let your fingers linger on the band of his boxers.

"Y/N." he said warningly, clenching his teeth.

"Eddie." you giggled, letting your hand wander lower and lower, until it rested on his cock.

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Fuck, please baby." he whined.

"No need to beg, baby." you said in a sultry tone, getting on your knees. Eddie was standing before you, as you pulled down his boxers. You let out a moan when you finally saw his cock, clenching your thighs at the sight.

"Soo pretty." you said, looking at him in a trance-like state. You gripped him at the base and gave a few strokes, before taking him into your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." he moaned, holding the back of your head as it bobbed up and down.

You moaned around his cock and Eddie instinctively pushed his hips forward, making you choke.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." he started to apologize, fearing he fucked it all up, but you stopped him.

"I want you to fuck my face, Eddie."

There was just something about you right now, the way you were looking up at him. He knew you could ask for anything and he would give it to you without a second thought.

Eddie just nodded, not trusting his voice. You were literally perfect, his good girl. You were so quiet and shy when he met you, and now, here you were, down on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. He loved corrupting you.

You put your hands on his thighs for support, while he started to move his hips slowly.

"That's it, such a good girl, oh my god. You're taking me so well, baby." He stroked your cheeks and you closed your eyes at the sensation. You moaned around him again, when he thrusted a little more roughly.

"Wanna choke on my cock?" Despite what you two were doing right now, he was looking at you with so much adoration. You really loved this man with all your heart.

You nodded, giving Eddie permission to start fucking your throat. He was holding your hair in a ponytail, pushing your head until he hit the back of your throat, just holding you there for a second. You gagged, spit running down your jaw and tears welling up in your eyes.

Eddie loved the way you looked right now. He couldn't believe you were looking like this for him; because of him.

You were barely able to breathe, and your mascara was running down your face, but it felt so good. You swore you could do this for the rest of your life. Eddie was moaning loudly and you knew he was close.

"Fuck, Y/N, sweetheart, stop." he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, making you whimper.

"Come here, baby." he said, helping you get up from the floor. He wiped the saliva and tears from your face, and kissed you softly. He pushed you down on the bed, lips still locked together.

"Let's take these off." he said, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He kissed the soft skin of your thighs, dangerously close to where you wanted him. You raised your hips so he could pull down your panties.

Eddie was convinced now, this WAS heaven.

"Eddie." you whined, urging him to touch you.

"Fuck. This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." he said, running a finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were dripping. Gonna make a mess, sweetheart."

Eddie leaned in and licked a stripe down your cunt, making you let out a lewd moan.

"You taste so good sweetheart, gonna eat this pussy like it's my last meal." And boy, was he dedicated. He alternated between licking your pussy and sucking on your clit, and you were seeing stars from how good it felt. You were a mess, all that was coming out of your mouth were loud moans and chants of "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie".

"Eddie, need your fingers." He hummed in acknowledgment, giving you one last lick and pulling away. You brushed his hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. He looked up at you, intertwining your hand with his.

"You're so fucking perfect." he kissed your knuckles, pulling his hand away and bringing it down to your pussy. He circled your hole with his finger, dipping it in slightly.

"Such a pretty little hole." he said, looking down at you in awe. "Gonna look so good stretched around me." He pushed in his middle finger slowly. "So tight."

Eddie found a pace that was good for the both of you and started fingering you, pushing his finger in and out.

"Please, need more."

"You really can't get enough, huh? So needy." He added a second finger and after a while a third one.

"Tell me Y/N, what else do you fantasize about?"

You couldn't answer him, too lost in the pleasure he was causing you. Eddie stopped fingering you, making you whimper. "Fuck, please, Eddie."

"Come on sweetheart, be a good girl, don't make me ask again."

You could barely think straight, let alone say a coherent sentence. But you wanted him, needed him so bad.

"Y-your hand wrapped around my throat. I wonder what your rings would feel like against my skin, while you're choking me. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to ruin me."

Eddie stroked his hand up your chest, stopping to massage your tits and pinch your nipples. He started fingering you again, making you let out a sigh. His free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly. He put a bit more pressure on your throat, restricting your air flow.

You moaned, feeling so close to the sweet release. Everything he was doing was just bringing you closer to the edge. His fingers released your throat, slightly stroking the side of your neck.

"Good girl." Eddie praised, making you whimper, your cunt clenching around his fingers. He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, and you parted your lips, so he could push it in. Your tongue wrapped around his finger, sucking on it and biting gently, before he pulled it out of your mouth.

"Spit in my mouth."

Eddie's brain short-circuited. There's no way you actually said what he heard you say, right?

Except he did hear you correctly, thank god, because having to repeat that sentence would've been humiliating.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." You did as you were told, opening your mouth for him. Eddie leaned over you, his face inches apart from yours.

You closed your eyes in ecstasy when you felt his saliva run down your tongue. Christ, this really shouldn't turn you on as much as it did.

You were so close and Eddie could feel it. He spit on your pussy and started rubbing your clit. You were getting dizzy, barely able to hear Eddie's praises. Your thighs clenched, your moans were getting louder, and finally, you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves.

But Eddie didn't stop, he continued fingering you. You reached out and tried to push his hand away, holding his wrist tightly, but he didn't budge.

"You know what I want from you, baby. Give me one more."

"Can't, Eds-" you whimpered.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just breathe."

Despite your protests, you could already feel your high approaching again. Your whole body was on fire.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me."

"Please Eddie, need your cock inside me." you whimpered.

"How can I say no to that? You look so pretty, baby."

He finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy, your wetness dripping down on his mattress. You whined at the emptiness.

"Aw, my little slut just needs to be stuffed full all the time, doesn't she?" God, did this man have any idea what he was doing to you?!

Eddie reached out for the condoms in his night stand, when your hand stopped him.

"Need to feel all of you, Eddie. I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm. Want you to cum inside my pussy." He couldn't deny you anything, especially when you looked so pretty for him.

"Turn around. Ass up, hands behind your back." Eddie reached for the bandana hanging on his lamp, and wrapped it around your wrist, pinning them together behind your back.

"Is this okay?" he asked, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Yes."

He positioned his cock at your entrance, pushing the tip in, making you both moan. He pushed in, until he was fully inside of you. You felt so full. He gave you time to adjust to the feeling, when you started pushing your hips back. You needed him to move.

"Fuck me, Eddie." you whined. He finally started thrusting his hips, making you cry out.

"My little slut." Eddie's palm came in contact with your ass, leaving a red mark.

"More." you moaned out. He slapped your ass again and again.

"So perfect for me, sweetheart." Eddie praised, caressing the red flesh.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you up, into his chest, choking you lightly. Your head was spinning and your ears were buzzing. You felt your orgasm approaching again.

"So close." you whimpered, and Eddie's thumb started rubbing your clit.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you up."

Your whole body was shaking when you came, singing praises for Eddie.

"That's it, baby. Good girl."

"Fuck, Eddie, please-" It was too much.

"You can take it, baby. Just a little more." His thrusts became more erratic, and he moaned your name. He gave 3 final, rough thrusts and came with a loud groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

Sweat was clinging to your bodies, both of you were breathless. Eddie kissed your shoulder and pulled out of you.

He ran his fingers through your dripping folds, pushing them in.

"Can't waste a single drop. Want you full of my cum." You whimpered, your pussy overstimulated, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Open your mouth, see how good we taste together." You opened your mouth and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You licked and sucked them clean. You loved the taste of him on your tongue.

He laid down on the bed next to you, and pulled you close, your head resting on his chest, his arms around your waist. You took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, resting it on his chest.

"You know I've been dreaming about this since we met?" Eddie's knuckles were caressing your arms and back, his voice soothing you.

"About us having sex?" you teased, turning your head to look at him.

"About laying with you here, like this." his fingers brushed the hair from your forehead, before softly kissing you. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Eddie."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Only if you kiss me again." you smiled, one of your hands caressing his cheek as he started to lean in.

"As you wish."

Fuller house

gif by jennaortegas !

Synopsis: Lucas, Dustin, and Max move in with you and Steve for college. Taking care of them together has him thinking things he probably shouldn’t.

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors please DNI), breeding kink, oral (f receiving), p in v

a/n: in the same universe as Full House (but can be read as a stand-alone one-shot too!)

You’re out of breath.

Steve’s lips are hot on your skin, the kind of bruising pressure that has you gasping for air.

“Awfully eager,” you manage to sigh, drawn out syllables like you want him to make this last.

Steve mutters a sloven mess of debauch expletives in response, kisses open-mouthed and needy, teeth scraping over every sensitive spot. He nips along your jaw, the pulse point on your neck, the dip of your collarbones, the delicate osculate between them.

Your skull cavity fogs; a steamy windscreen that shields your brain from prying eyes, every sticky fantasy, every sultry thought.

It’s the stupid movie night that did it.

That’s what Steve says when you ask after his haste, lips trailing over your skin, an airtight seal. It’s sure to bloom amaranthine when he’s done with you. Good. He needs visual aids if he’s going to fuck you nice and slow.

“The movie night?”

The question tumbles out of your mouth in a rush, quick, gasping breaths that have Steve’s head spinning. Your head lolls back a little as you say them, affording him the luxury of a fresh expanse of delicate skin, unblemished.

“The movie night,” Steve affirms, pulling away for a moment. Just one, so he can moon over the fresh glow of your skin, the fullness of your lips. And your voice is soft when you respond, deceptively guileless, as though you’re painfully unaware of the effect you have on him. You raise your eyebrows, say “what about it?”, a coy sense of innocence sweetening your words that has Steve’s cock twitching.

His gaze darkens, a deep brown like rich molasses. “You wouldn’t get it,” he decides.

“Try me,” you offer, and Steve’s heart stutters. He spirals into a sinful mess of all the things he does want to try on you.

The column of his throat shifts as he swallows. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

His lips descend on yours before you’re able to breathe out a response, a pendulum of careless kisses; hard, soft, savoury slow. “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” he mutters over and over, pressing the words into your skin as though he’s worshipping you, creating a lasting imprint.

And his mind fails to stray from the one fantasy he has; an unrealistic one with six kids, his brown eyes and your smooth complexion. The movie night is what brought it to life — Lucas, Dustin, and Max on the couch, cuddled up close with you wedged between them. A family. His family.

“Steve,” you mumble then, feeling him slip his hands under your (his) hoodie. They’re a welcome pressure, warm and broad, velvety touch complementing the softness of your skin. “We should go upstairs.”

He grumbles a distracted yes, a mess of limbs, a trail of discarded clothing leading you back to the master bedroom. And Steve’s lips are everywhere, hot, melty kisses with teeth, creating soft, purple marks where he’s sure you’ll be able to hide them.

“You looked so fucking ready for me,” he mutters. “Sitting in the middle of the couch after the kids had all fucked off.”

Your words are a rushed gasp, so close to a moan that Steve feels his cock twitch again. Fuck. He’s obsessed with the way you sound when you’re aroused, all needy and pliable, out of breath. “When, I — I was waiting for you?”

“And even before that,” he continues, his lips at the juncture of your throat, hard kisses that have you seeing stars. “Fuck, seeing you with all of them drives me crazy.”

You pull away, licking your bottom lip absently. “Good crazy?”

“Irresponsible crazy,” Steve corrects, pushing you onto the bed. Your elbows falls against the comforter before you prop yourself back up, fingers fumbling with his zipper before he’s stopping you.

“No way,” he says, raising his eyebrows at you. He lowers his head until it’s at your bellybutton, kissing a trail of fire toward your panties. “Not wasting a fucking drop.”

He uses his teeth to slide them off, a scraping pressure that has you arching your back on instinct. His voice is final, almost demanding, a reverberating depth that pools at the base of your stomach. It’s a sloven haze of pleasure, heat, and indulgence; the pace of it all creating an impatient ache in the middle of your slick.

“You’re a mess, sweetheart,” he mutters, teasing a forefinger between your wet folds. His breath fans the apex of your thighs, a sticky, hot crescent moon that has your clit throbbing. “Is it my words, or is it me?”

He’s only being insufferable because it drives you fucking insane. You know this. You let him win, anyway.

“Steve,” you whine, bucking your hips impatiently. “Stop fucking stalling.”

His head is so close to your core, now, that you can feel his grin, all cocky and brazen as it raises goosebumps along your skin. They kiss the space like stars in the sky, the brightest ones, the ones that you’ll remember when day breaks.

“I wouldn’t dream of stalling,” he murmurs, sliding his free hand along your stomach, toward the valley of your breasts. Your nipples pique a wave of arousal, easy to roll between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation sends a shockwave through your body; sticky electricity that ends at the base of your stomach, anticipatory.

And when his tongue slides into your slick, the slippery warmth has you feeling dizzy. Your fingers fly to Steve’s hair, tangled and messy and all yours, his expert ministrations coaxing gasps from your lips. Pretty lips, just like the ones he’s tasting now, so Steve mumbles, “Fuck, I love seeing you like this.”

You’re all sticky sweetness and breathy moans, each pinch of your nipple creating a ripple right through your core. Steve’s tongue rolls over your throbbing clit, sucking it nice and slow, revelling in the sound of you saying his name, “Steve, shit, yeah, Steve,” over and over like a mantra.

He pulls away a moment to replace his tongue with his forefinger, quick circles of pleasure sending you closer and closer to the edge. His lips are wet when they find yours, lubricious, hard kisses making up for the way they slide over yours.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he mutters then, taking in your bright eyes, your thick lashes, the malleability of your expressive features. You look as though you’re his. Only his. “So fucking pretty,” he repeats, feeling your core throb and tighten and keen, watching your face for pleasurable twists and catches of breath. “Even prettier when you finish for me.”

And it’s the sureness of his tone that brings you over the edge, an overpowering sense of pleasure that undoes every knot in your core. He rides out your orgasm until his fingers are coated in slick warmth, slow circles only stopping when you’re overstimulated and breathless.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving your expression. He pauses to bring his forefinger to your lips, prompting you to taste yourself.

“Can I fuck you, now?” He asks then, transfixed on the way they pucker, the sweet sound you make as your tongue rolls over his rough skin.

You fumble with his zipper. “Yes,” you nod around his finger, allowing him to slide it out of your mouth. He’s quick to replace your hand with his, springing his cock loose as your arms tangle themselves around his neck. He’s painfully hard, and the revelation of this fact has his arousal increasing ten-fold. More to fill you up with, he thinks, pre-cum beading his tip as he teases it in.

“Shit,” you curse, feeling a pinch of pain as he slides his cock into you. He’s big. Bigger than usual. You’re nails create crescent moons on his shoulders, his neck, the muscles of his back as he moves.

He can feel you tighten around his length, the squeezing throb of your core sucking him in. The pressure is enough to elicit an appreciative moan, head buried into the juncture of your neck as he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he curses, allowing you a second to get used to his length, “you feel fucking amazing.”

Your fingers tighten around his neck, a sure pressure that juxtaposes your jagged breaths, careless. “I,” your words catch, feeling his cock brush against your fucking insides, you’re sure of it, “so big, Stevie.”

Steve kisses a wet trail of fire to your breast, rolling his tongue over the areola until you’re a gasping mess. He grazes over your piquing nipple with an eagerness that leaves you dizzy, feeling your walls clench, then stretch, before he loses all sense of self-preservation.

He’s slow at first, deliciously long thrusts like he’s trying to gain more than just pleasure from fucking you. His cock brushes against a sensitive spot you didn’t know existed, and the rushed moan it elicits has him twitching against your walls.

“Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he breathes out, rolling his hips deep, sure and soft at the same time. “How does that feel?”

You see stars. “So good,” you moan, his lips still tautening your nipple, a teasing pressure that has you keening. “So, so, good.”

“Yeah?” He encourages, quickening his pace a measure, “You like when I fill you up?”

“Yes, I’m —”

“Like when I go nice and deep?” He continues, voice deeper, huskier than you’re used to. His thrusts are quicker now, more careless, hands bruising the space above your hip-bones as he pulls your figure against him. His eyes are transfixed on the space where he disappears into your core. He’s obsessed with the way you’re coming undone, movements hitting your swollen clit over and over.

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, fingers gripping his shoulders tight. “So full, Stevie.”

“Fuck,” he curses, knot of pleasure intensifying ten-fold. “Can I cum inside you?”

You swear he brushes against your cervix, a sticky pressure that has your eyes rolling back. “Yes please.”

“Yeah?” He affirms, the sweet sound like music to his ears, “Put a baby in you? Make sure everyone knows you’re all mine?”

The way your walls clench at the question has him coming undone, gooey pleasure washing over him as he cums. His cock is deep inside you as he does so, and the overwhelming feel of it brings your climax hurtling forward. Careless thrusts halt the twitch of his cock, and the sticky heat has your core throbbing through it’s own orgasm.

When he pulls out of you, a trail of white follows his tip. You can feel his cum dripping out of your opening, a warm slick that coats your folds, your thighs, the comforter on which you situated.

You’re chewing on your bottom lip when you catch his gaze. There’s gentle surprise on your features, a soft sort of introspection.

“I’m on the pill,” you blurt out after a moment.

Steve’s smile is sheepish. “I know,” he says, sliding his dripping cum back up the apex of your thighs before swirling it into your folds. You squirm at the feel of his forefinger, still sensitive from the two orgasms you had.

“It was still fucking hot,” he pauses, “fantasising about getting you pregnant.”

Your lips parts slightly, not expecting him to be so frank. They look marshmallow soft, albeit bruised some. “Really?” You hesitate, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, “Me?”

“You,” Steve affirms, dropping a soft kiss on your nose. “Seeing you with the kids… shit, I don’t know, I’ve always wanted something like that. For real. Big family with a bunch of little Harrington’s running around…”

He trails off, grinning danger. “…crazy hot wife who lets me grope her when no one’s looking —”

“Steve,” you say with a giggle, shaking your head bemusedly. “Stop.”

“No, seriously,” Steve’s eyes are foaming hot cocoa, warm and welcome and disarmingly earnest. “Six kids and someone sweet to raise ‘em with. You know?”

You pout. Steve nips your bottom lip with his teeth, a playful graze that has sets your insides aflame. “Six?” You tease.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve’s really grinning now, hands cupping your cheeks as he brings your face close to his. He kisses you hard, lips pressing a firm pressure on yours like he’s creating an imprint of his own against them. “I plan on having sex everywhere.”

“Optimistic of you,” you mumble playfully, lips parting a little as he slips his tongue against them. He tastes like movie night candy and addictive sweetness, a dizzying mix of you and him.

“Very,” he agrees, kissing you over and over. “For good reason.”

You raise your eyebrows. “For good reason?”

And he’s stupidly cocky when he pulls away, all roguish grin and eyes filled with mischief. “Yeah,” he says, nodding sagely. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

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tags: @drewstarkey @dalias-shitshow @drewbooooo

This with nanami🙏🏾🙏🏾

ask and ye shall receive <3 content: MDNI, fwb!Nanami x f!Reader, handcuffs, piv sex, light choking, slight exhibitionism ig

Nanami Kento was a man who knew how to multitask.

He's expected to attend a meeting online he knows is a waste of time? He's finishing that afternoon's paperwork off-screen and still chiming at just the right moment with just the right insight. Lunch breaks? He'd rather eat his sandwich at his desk while he works than take it and be stuck there past five. You once caught him reading in the bathtub, wine glass in one hand while the suds clung to his chest. But this?

This was, uh, new.

"Sweetheart, sorry, I have to take this," His honeyed voice murmured in your ear, soft lips grazing against your neck as his other hand reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"Ken-" You started, about to tell him it was fine despite your disappointment, expecting him to pull out, but no, him readjusting just seemed to force his cock in deeper. Snapping your mouth shut to stifle your own gasp right as his thumb swiped over the screen and brought it to his ear.

"Hello? Yes, this is him," Nanami answered, somehow managing to sound professional while his cock was practically kissing your cervix. The throb of his thick length while you reluctantly unwrapped your legs from around his waist was taunting, blinking up at his collected face, only a few strands of his shiny blonde hair hanging loose even hinting at him being anything other than put-together. You wanted to touch it, brush it out of his face and twirl it around your finger, but you were cuffed, the metal cool around your wrists as they rested above your head.

You could barely understand the voice on the other end, something about an interview before you heard the word now and pieced it together.

"Now works," Nanami replied. He didn't pull out.

You waited, one second, two, but once you hit five in your head, you were mouthing his name, but he just pressed a soft, silent kiss to your forehead before proceeding to pull out just to slide right back in.

There was no fucking way he was-

The second thrust quickly turned into the twentieth though, his free hand pulling your thigh back over his hip so he could angle himself back in just as deep, careful not to smack into your skin hard enough to make a noise loud enough to be heard on the other end. All while he answered every stupid question about statistics and personal accomplishments and his recent projects and sales, even fucking chuckling at something the guy on the other end said like he wasn't bottoming out inside you with every brutal pump.

Your wrists straining against the handcuffs now, squirming under the weight of his frame and studying how handsome he looked like this, his sculpted chest and shoulders, the faint blond happy trail above where his cock was connected with you. He only briefly pulled the phone away from his ear to shake his head and give you one little chiding click of his tongue while nodding towards where your hands were bound, reminding you not to hurt yourself.

Pouting, you stuck your tongue out at him and you could pretty much see him tighten the leash on his own restraint to resist rolling his eyes and flipping you over to deliver a rough smack to your ass.

"I prefer not to work overtime, but if necessary..." Nanami returned his attention back to the man on the phone, who probably would never guess what position his interviewee had you in. Your own gasps and panting were barely contained, biting down on your lip to keep it from falling open while he tried to split you open with his cock.

Losing track of time while you were losing your grip on your slipping sanity, teased closer and closer to a climax as you desperately attempted to stay silent.

A tiny whine escaped, hardly a squeak, when his swollen tip grinded against the soft spot in the back, all your muscles squeezing around him as you struggled to hold in another needy whimper.

The hand holding your thigh disappeared, the heat of his palm lingering before it suddenly wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you quiet. His sturdy fingers flexed and pressing into the tendons, squeezing you back, the heat between your thighs burning brighter at the hold he had on you. Your legs locked back around his waist tighter before he bottomed out in you, burying himself to the hilt again and again and again.

Forcing shallow breaths in-and-out your nose, glossy eyes peering up at his still-stoic expression, his brows pulled together in focus he was splitting between you and the phone.

It was probably one of your favorite faces of his - the way his lips were pushed together and all the sharp lines of his face, all his defined features fit together when he fit so nicely inside you. You were fine receiving half of his attention if it meant his two-track mind thought of you at all. If it felt even half as good as this.

Listening to his soothing voice recite facts and numbers and asking the other guys questions while he fucked you harder, faster. His thumb dragged up higher along the side of your neck to where a hickey he'd accidentally left earlier was, pressing in just enough you were suppressing another whine. Tears were starting to brim at your lashes, batting them up at Nanami to silently beg him to please, please, please let you cum already, squirming and moving until the cuffs accidentally clinked against his bedpost.

Shit.

"Sorry, that was just my pet," He apologized, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a little smirk while your mouth fell open in a wordless protest at his teasing.

You were so going to get him back later.

He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear, freeing up his other hand like he'd at least let you finish as an apology, rolling his thumb over your sore and sensitive clit, massaging steady circles that had your back arching up off the bed. Replying with 'mhm's and 'ah's while he released your throat to clamp that hand over your mouth instead, muffling your moans under his calloused palm.

You finished first. Or maybe he did. It was hard to tell, your legs trembling and a too-bright wave of pleasure hitting you right as his abs tensed and something warm started to leak down your thighs.

The interviewer on the other end definitely didn't know, still chattering away faintly in the background as Nanami ran his fingers through his hair, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled the phone away enough it wouldn't catch how his dreamy little sigh as he caught his breath and re-composed himself.

"Oh? Yes, thank you very much. I'll keep an eye out for the email," Nanami murmured when he brought it back to his ear, only now pulling out and climbing off the bed, his cock, still pink and pretty springing up with his steps. He disappeared into the attached bathroom for a moment before coming back with a washcloth, cleaning up your thighs first, before himself.

You listened to him say his goodbye, still in a daze while he tossed the cloth into his laundry basket and sat next to you, warm eyes crinkling as he caressed your cheek. He hung up the phone, placing it back on the nightstand.

"I got the job."

Across The Room

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: Eddie finally gets to talk to the girl that he can't stop looking at.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff!

A/N: I might already have a second part planned for this... Let's take this great amount of activity as my belated one-year anniversary present for this account!

Part 2 is out now Part 3 is also out!

There was something about the girl sitting on the other side of the cafeteria that seemed to pull Eddie's gaze to her, like an opposite pole of a magnet would do. Her shoulders were usually slightly slouched, her eyes too occupied by the notebook he never saw her without. He'd never actually heard her talk, but from the way her lips moved, he'd bet his life on it being the most gorgeous sound one could be blessed to hear.

One time he had passed her in the hall, her head buried in a textbook. Dustin had been talking about their D&D campaign, but one word went in one ear and out the other, the boy too occupied with the smell of daisies that lingered when she passed by. He'd never really liked flowery scents, but after that, whenever he saw daisies, he couldn't help but smile.

He'd never admit it, but her smile was his favorite thing in the world. Whenever he saw her smile, he'd keep wondering what she was smiling over, wishing that he could be the one who made her smile.

Of course, she never saw him. But he desperately wished she did.

You were surrounded by your friends, half-heartedly listening to them talk about a movie that had just come out that they were excited to go see. Your neck had started to hurt from straining it, holding up the sketchbook in your lap, prepared to hide it from anyone that passed by.

There he was, sitting in the same spot he always sat at, on the other side of the cafeteria, talking to his friends. When he threw a cashew at one of his friends with a playful grin on his face, you chuckled to yourself quietly, trying to commit the image to your memory.

Looking down at your sketchbook, you smiled at the unfinished drawing of him, still in the middle of sketching his curly hair, and when he stood up, the light coming from the windows behind him made him look... ethereal.

Of course, he never saw you. But you desperately wished he did.

History was one of your strongest subjects, and when Mrs. Click had asked for volunteers to tutor other students, you'd been the first to sign up, but it had been so long, that you had already forgotten all about it until your teacher had asked you to stay after class.

"I saw that you'd signed up to tutor some other students." Mrs. Click said, not looking up from the tests that she was marking. "Are you still free?"

The thought of tutoring students wasn't exactly appealing to you, already dealing with piles of homework and starting essays to apply for colleges, but when she looked up at you with a demanding look, you couldn't help but nod. "Yes, of course."

"Great." She said, looking back down at her desk, "Your first lesson is with a repeating student, at three. I've reserved the library for your lesson, and you can agree with him on later lessons. That'll be all."

"Great." You muttered under your breath as soon as you got out of her classroom, internally cursing yourself for ever signing up.

"Look, Dustin, I have to do it or Click's gonna fail me again."

"Can't you do it any other day?" Dustin groaned, looking up at Eddie as he tried to keep up with his long strides. "I mean, we've been planning this campaign for weeks and we're supposed to start it today."

"I know, and we're going to. I just need to do this stupid tutoring thing, and as soon as it's over we'll start. It's probably like two hours, max. Tell the rest of Hellfire that I'll be there as soon as I can."

"We can just start without you."

"Don't you dare, Henderson." Eddie said, turning to Dustin with a pointed finger and raised brows. "I'll be there."

Eddie could hear the boy groan behind him, yet he walked away with determination, leaving Dustin behind.

Your gaze kept shifting between your wristwatch and the giant clock on the wall as you kept scribbling on your sketchbook, your foot tapping almost in rhythm to the ticking on your wrist.

It was almost three, and there was no one in sight. You'd already spent an hour in the library, catching up on your own homework, and now you were waiting for the person you were supposed to be tutoring without even knowing their name. You kept telling yourself that if they weren't there five minutes past three, you'd go home, and make up an excuse if Mrs. Click cared enough to ask.

But as if on cue, you heard the library door open, turning your head to see who it was.

He was standing there, his ring-clad hands gripping a history textbook, his eyes slightly widening when he saw you, the smile that slowly twisted on his lips causing you to react in a similar way.

The spell was broken when you heard a sudden clacking, only then realizing that he had dropped his book to the ground, and the boy quickly picked it up. You chuckled, turning back to your table and closing your sketchbook with a smile on your face.

He made his way to you briskly, looking at you up and down before settling to look at your face. "Are you my tutor?" He asked, and his voice was just as you'd imagined it to be, but better.

"Yeah, my name-"

"I know." He said, clearing his throat when he realized he had interrupted you. "I'm Ed-"

"I know, Eddie." You chuckled, quickly looking down at your feet before smiling up at him, "Do you wanna get started?"

"Sure."

"You can sit next to me or on the other side of the table, but it might be easier if you sit next to me so I can-"

He didn't even have to say anything to interrupt you, the boy already having pulled back the chair next to yours as you nodded, sitting down with him.

You started to go through the basics with him, telling Eddie about what would likely be on the test, the boy's eyes almost trained on you, the thought of it making blood rush to your cheeks. He kept nodding when you spoke, and you weren't sure if he was actually listening or doing it as a courtesy, but you hoped it was the former.

"So, Joan of Arc was..."

"She led the French army to victory over the English during the Hundreds' Year war. She was executed in 1431 for heresy at 19, and in 1920 canonized as a saint." He said, repeating what you said almost word-for-word, and when he looked to you for confirmation, you couldn't help the smile taking over your lips. "Did I get it right?"

"Yeah. Good job."

When you looked into each other's eyes with similar smiles on both your lips, no words were exchanged, but you knew. You finally saw one another.

Onigiri Miya

I......don't know what to feel

Desperate Affairs Masterlist

Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 6.5, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8.5, Jake Jensen, Part 9, Part 9.5, Meeting Andy, Part 10, Part 10.5, Girl Talk, Part 11, Part 11.5, Part 12, Part 12.5, Part 13, Part 13.5, Mrs. Barber, Part 14, Part 14.5, Part 15, Part 15.5, Part 16, Part 16.5, Ransom’s Girls, Part 17, Part 17.5, Part 18, Part 18.5, Camera Footage, Mary Adler, Part 19, Frank, Ransom, Andy, Part 20, Halloween, Part 21, Part 21.5, Part 22, Axel, Part 22.5, Thanksgiving, Deal, Part 23, Part 23.5, Part 24, Part 25 *BONUS* 💔THE END❤️

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A/N: this is a dark!fic that is a cheating story. Each chapter will be tagged with warnings. There are moments of dub con/non con, cheating, secrets, lies, manipulations, mental health, death threats, abuse, death, etc. proceed with caution. YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.

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*This has a whole heap of Chris Evans characters!  I did it, I got them all, minus his early early work!

Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge, Steve Rogers, Jake Jensen, Frank Adler, Mike Weiss, Paul Diskant, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Bill, James Mace, Bryce Langley, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Harvard Hottie, Kyle, Jake Wyler, Syd, Lucas Lee, Me, Chris Evans, Dennis Baker, Dr. Fisk, Jimmy Dobyne, Ryan Ackerman, Lloyd Hansen, Neil Mavromates,  Nick Gant, Judd, Casey Jones, Nick Vaughan, Stuart Stanton, Orin Scrivello, Buzz Lightyear

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