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laniluvsuu · 9 months

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Her.

Hi y’all!! I barley proofread this so I’m sorry for mistakes. Anyways I have another version of this with the same song but with Connie so lmk if y’all want that…🌚🤭.

Ony was one of the smartest boys in your class. He had a sexy face and straight A’s and you chose to use both at your advantage. And Ony knew you were bad for him, but he couldn’t get enough of you, he didn’t mind the fact you used him for good grades or his face.

It was just your luck that you sat next to the smartest and finest boy in your class. It was also your luck because, he never failed to give you his answers to the questions you had trouble with. You always said something along the lines..

“Onyyy can you help me with number 6?” You asked looking at Ony with big pleading eyes, reaching your hand over to grab his paper like usual, but for a change he grabbed your hand from reaching his paper and saying.

“What’s in it for me this time y/n?” Ony said smirking at you, his silver diamond grills peaking out at you when he spoke, while he was still gripping onto your hand.

“Oh.., we could do whatever you want.” You said staring back at ony, ignoring how you instantly got hot when he said your name.

“You could come back to the spot after this shi’ over ma.” Ony said staring down into your eyes waiting for your response. His inked hand finally letting go of your hand.

“Mmk, all you’ll ever have is one day with me, and if that’s how you wanna spend it then be my guest.” You shrugged before reaching over his arms once again to grab his papers and take all his answers.

“But boy, don’t you go falling in love..” you said as you copied down all of his answers changing little things about every problem.

“You could fuck me in the back of your car..”

is what got you here, sitting Onyankopons lap dripping wet, and making out with him in the front seat of his car. And of course this all happened before y’all made it back to his house.

As y’all made out Ony moved his inked hand up to your neck. As he gripped on your throat, he pulled you back from his face and said “Move to the back for me mama. And I want allat shit off for me before I get back there with you.”

You did what he said without saying a word. You watch as he moved, and parked his car in an empty parking lot, while you waited for him to join you in the back seat. And as soon as he did step out of his car the first thing you saw was his growing bulge poking through his pants, his pelvic area covered in a wet spot, from you.

Opening the backseats car door, and getting in. Ony was happy that you listened to him and took all your clothes off. “You’re such a good girl for me” Ony mumbled while he reached over to grab your throat once again to kiss your lips, harder this time. And now you can only imagine how needy you were at this point. Reaching over to his pelvis, to attempt to pull the waistband of his pants down off his waist.

“Nuh uh. Don’t do that baby. You were being such a good girl.” Ony smirked at you while looking deep into your eyes continually flashing his eyes up and down your face, to your eyes then to your lips while he was still gripping onto your throat.

“Please Ony…I need it..need you.” You pleaded to Ony hoping he would do anything to stop the painfully good aching in between your legs.

“Oh yeah? So tell me how your gonna get it. You wanted me to fuck you in the back of my car right? Tell daddy how you want it baby.” Ony said using your own words against you, while he started to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

As he waiting for your response, he grabbed your waist and pulled you ontop of his pelvis, not ontop his dick but above it, because he wanted you to do the work.

“I wanna ride you Ony.” You whined to him as he placed you onto his pelvis. You reached behind your body to grab his standing dick, propping your other hand on his pelvic abs to push your body up so you can sit on his dick.

“Ouuuh. Fuck!” You dragged out as you sank your body down onto his dick. You moved your hands onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you bounced up and down on his body.

“S—shit mama.” Ony said in a deep voice that made your body shudder. Ony moved his hands to your waist to bounce you faster on his dick. He moved his right hand down to your ass cheek to grip, and spank you everytime you slowed down your movements.

“O—ony..i c-cant! Daddy i cant take it!” You yelped out to him feeling your legs grow tired from your movements. Nonetheless you still tried to continue, greedy to reach your release.

“You want daddy to take over f’you baby?” Ony mumbled smirking down at the way your strength already gave up on you, and how you were so greedy for his dick.

You nodded you’re head at Ony’s question which he choose to ignore while he wrapped his left arm around your waist, then used his right hand to bring you down to his chest. He started thrusting his hips up into yours and each time he did it was faster, deeper.

The tip of his dick was kissing your cervix each time he thrusted up into you. The only thing that could be heard inside of his car was the sound of your wet pussy being slapped ontop of his pelvis, your moans, and his groans he let out.

“O—oh! Oh s—shittt…Daddy! M’gonna cum!” You yelled out feeling your stomach tighten up and get hotter, while your long acrylics clawed at the back of his neck and his chest.

Tears of pleasure falling down your face as you lifted your head up, and opening your eyes to look up at Ony. Only to see his head slightly thrown back as he had the bottom of his shirt in between his teeth, leaving his inked covered chest to show. His eye brows furrowed upwards in pleasure, his eyes closed shut. His diamond grills smiled down at you, and you almost came at the sight of how good he looked above you.

“G’ahead mama, I’m right there with you. Cum on daddy’s dick. Be a good girl.” Ony mumbled out as his head was still thrown back. He sped up his movements chasing after both of your orgasms.

“Mmph onyyyy!” You dragged out as you could taste your release on the tip of your tongue.

“Where you want daddy’s cum baby?” In his deep voice, you didn’t hesitate to say “inside d—daddy..please!” You said eager to have your tight walls painted by his seed.

“H—holy fuck!” Ony let out feeling his climax reach him as soon as he felt yours hit, feeling your pussy get wetter, and spasm all over his dick, he came, shooting his seed up inside of you like you had asked for.

Once Onyankopon came down from his high, he thought about your words from earlier, how he’ll only have one day with you, and how he’ll never get to stay with you, never get to stay in your pussy as much as he wanted too.

#xblackreader #aot x black reader #aot smut #black reader #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n #aot x blackreader smut #aot onyankopon #anime x black!reader #Laniluvsuworks!#chase atlantic

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solar-ies · 2 months

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𔘓 jungkook layout ⋆ like or reblog. 𖹭

do not repost on any social media !!

#bts #jungkook #bts layouts #chase atlantic #jungkook layouts #jungkook moodboard #jeon jungkook #jungkook bios #jungkook users #bts moodboard #music #kpop moodboard #kpop icons #kpop #bts packs

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weoniks · 11 months

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I live for the chase

I live for the drugs, I live for the money, I live for the fame

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oopys · 2 years

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Now if we're talking body, you got a perfect one. So put it on me..

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rafescokenostril · 4 months

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just thinking about Rafe eating you out so good, your thighs on his shoulders as he holds them open when you start shaking from too much pressure. But that doesn’t stop him from swimming his tongue in your ocean, groaning into your soaking folds “you can take it baby”

#Spotify #rafecameron #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #chase atlantic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #dark rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fic #smut

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guccifrog · 3 months

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MEDDLE ABOUT P3

TW: this chapter mentions SA please don't read if you don't feel comfortable

band!chris sturniolo X reader

warnings: swearing/ band chris/sa

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˚ ༘ ·˚꒰Meddle about-chase atlantic꒱ ₊˚ˑ

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↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

ʷᵉˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ⁿᵒʷ

part 2

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y/n's pov

"Have a good day and- and oh you better be on time tomorrow!"My boss's words echoed as I walked out of the store, swinging my tote bag over my shoulder. I let out a sigh, the cold air stinging my cheeks. It was only 6:00 PM, but I had asked him for an early dismissal since I still had to get ready for that stupid party tonight. Ugh, why did I ever agree to go in the first place?

I hurried down the busy street, weaving between people who seemed to be in just as much of a hurry as I was. The thought of that stupid party only made me more impatient, but I knew I had to go. I really regret saying yes but I can't cancel on Liv last minute. She'd kill me.

Thirty minutes later, I finally made it home, my shoulders slumped in exhaustion. The moment I stepped inside our tiny apartment, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto my bed, too tired to even change out of my clothes. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told me I had exactly an hour to get ready.

I pushed myself up off the bed, wincing as I stretched out my stiff muscles. I groaned and walked over to my tiny closet, rummaging through the hangers and mess of clothes until I found something halfway decent to wear.

I didn't want to go all out but I also didn't want to look like a total loser. After much thinking, I settled on a black mini skirt with some ripped fishnets and a sleeveless band shirt that I cropped, and finally my platform dr. martens. Not my best outfit but it would have to do. I quickly straightened my hair and threw on some makeup.

"y/nnnn" Olivia called from the living room. I let out a small groan, knowing that meant she was already waiting for me. "Just give me a minute!" I yelled back, quickly putting my rings, earrings, and necklaces on. Once I was finally satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my purse and jacket and headed out of the room.

As I stepped into the living room, I could already see the impatient look on Olivia's face. She was sitting on the couch, her posture perfect as always, wearing a fitted red dress that hugged her curves just right. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and she had a pair of black heels dangling from her fingers. "About time!" she said with a roll of her eyes. "You took forever."

I rolled my eyes playfully" Shut up I just came back from work" I said as I walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. "Besides, we have to be fashionably late "I added with a grin. Olivia laughed and smacked my arm lightly.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Are you ladies ready ?." Said a deep masculine voice. I glanced at Olivia, who nodded, indicating that it was indeed her boyfriend. We both stood up and headed towards the door.

I let Olivia open the door, not really wanting to deal with him right now. As soon as she did, her boyfriend, Alex, stepped inside, his green eyes scanning me up and down. Ew.

I always hated Alex. From the moment Olivia introduced him as her boyfriend, there was just something wrong about him. Maybe it was the way he always looked at me like I was a piece of cake, or maybe it was the way he treated Liv like shit, but she was too blind to see. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around him.

As he stepped into the apartment, I glanced at Olivia, trying to gauge her reaction to his presence. She was always so damn good at pretending like everything was okay, but I could see the tension in her shoulders and the way she bit her bottom lip.

"You look amazing, Liv," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "As always." He gave her a quick kiss, making my skin crawl.

"Thanks, Alex," Olivia replied, her voice a little shaky." Let's go" I added, trying to break the awkward silence. "We're gonna be late." I grabbed my jacket from the couch and shrugged it on, hoping to hurry this whole thing along. Olivia shot me a grateful look before turning back to her boyfriend.

We got inside Alex's car, I sat in the back, as usual, and Olivia in the passenger seat. I glanced out the window as Alex drove, trying to ignore the uncomfortable silence that settled between us.

After a fifteen-minute drive, Alex finally pulled up in front of a fancy looking house. I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long night. As we got out of the car, I couldn't help but feel a little out of place. The other girls here were dressed in designer dresses and heels, while I looked like I was going to a rave.

We walked up to the door and Alex knocked, waiting for someone to answer. A moment later, a tall, blonde girl with a smile on her face opened the door. "Alex, you're here. Come in." She stepped aside, motioning for us to enter. I shot Olivia a look as we walked in, feeling even more uncomfortable.

The house was huge, with high ceilings and expensive looking art on the walls. There were so many people here, all of them dressed to impress. I felt even more out of place than before. I tried to stay close to Olivia, hoping she would make me feel better about being here.

A few minutes passed, and I found myself getting bored. This party is lame as fuck. Olivia seemed to be having fun, talking to some of her friends, and laughing, but I was regretting coming here. I mean, I know I should support her and all, but I just can't stand this.

"Liv," I said, trying to get her attention. "Can we, like, go somewhere else or something? I'm kind of bored here." Olivia glanced over at me, a frown tugging at her lips. "Okay, hold on a second," she said before turning back to her friends.

I sighed in frustration as I waited for Olivia to finish her conversation. This party was even worse than I thought. The music was awful, the people were fake, and I was starting to feel dizzy.

I decided to go get a drink since Olivia was taking forever. I made my way through the crowd, trying not to trip over my feet in these ridiculous shoes, and finally reached the kitchen.

A group of people were already gathered around the counter chatting and laughing. I stood in the back, trying to decide what I wanted to drink, I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, then poured some soda into it. I wasn't in the mood to drink alcohol tonight.

Just as I was about to turn back with my drink, someone bumped into me, causing me to spill soda all over my shirt. I let out a frustrated groan, already hating this night even more.

"alright motherfucker" I turned around, ready to give the person who bumped into me a piece of my mind, but the words died on my lips when I saw who it was.

"I'm so sorry- wait y/n ?"

"Matt ?" I said, my voice small. He looked just as shocked as I felt. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

He smiled. "Lucas invited the whole group" He shrugged before looking down at my now ruined shirt. " Shit..um..I'm so sorry about your shirt" He said softly.

"It's fine don't worry about it," I forced a smile, trying to play it cool.

"Matt what the fuck is taking you so long…y/n?!" A voice called out behind him, causing me to glance over my shoulder.

"hey ?" I said looking at Chris who looked so confused. "What are you doing here ?" he asked now standing next to Matt. "I'm just here with my roommate…uh…she's right there I guess," I said pointing at Olivia. She was still talking to her friends and didn't seem to notice.

"Ohhhh, I see…well…um…good to see you…I guess?" Chris said nervously, clearly not sure what to do with the situation. Matt was now talking to Nate who was standing behind Chris.

I glanced down at my shirt. I was wearing nothing but my bra under it, but they got wet as well and It was getting uncomfortable. "fuck" I muttered under my breath, and Chris seemed to notice. "you alright?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, not wanting to make a scene.

"Wait why is your shirt wet ?" Chris asked, now looking really concerned. I glanced down at my shirt again, feeling a little self-conscious. "It's nothing," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "It's just a shirt, I'm sure it'll dry off soon." I forced a small laugh, but he didn't seem to buy it.

"Here," he said suddenly pulling his sweater over his head, revealing a black tank top underneath. "Take this." He held the sweater out to me.

"Chris it's fine really…" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"No, it's not. You need it, and it's not like I'm cold or anything. Take it." He insisted, I hesitated for a moment before finally taking the sweater from him. "Thanks, I appreciate it." I smiled softly.

He nodded, seeming satisfied." I'll go find a bathroom to change into this. Thanks again, Chris." I said, and he smiled warmly. "No problem, I'll be waiting for you here when you get back." I nodded and made my way through the crowd.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally found a bathroom, just as I was about to twist the doorknob, the door opened from inside. And as if this night wasn't already bad enough, it was none other than Alex. "Oh hey, fancy seeing you here," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Alex if you're done using the bathroom please move aside so I can get in," I said, annoyance clear in my voice. He chuckled leaning on the door frame.

"What's the hurry, Y/N? We're all friends here, aren't we?" He smirked, his eyes roaming over my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my anger in check. "I'm not your friend," I said. "And I'm in a bit of a hurry."

He laughed, stepping aside but as I was about to walk past him, he grabbed my wrist. "Oh wait, where's the fire?" he said, pulling me closer. "Let me just check if you're okay…" His other hand reached up and cupped my cheek. I felt trapped, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to free myself from his grip.

"Let go of me, Alex," I hissed through gritted teeth.

He laughed, tightening his grip on my wrist. "Oh, I'm just trying to help you out. You don't have to be so…aggressive." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You know you want this, Y/N. You've always wanted it."

I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, feeling panic rising up inside me. "Let go of me, Alex," I repeated. I felt so trapped, so helpless.

His grip tightened even more. "Oh, come on," he growled, "you're not going to make this easy, are you?" He leaned in closer than before if that was even possible, his hot breath fanning my cheek.

I couldn't breathe. "I could make you scream," he whispered into my ear, his hand still gripping my wrist so tightly it felt like it was going to break. "I could make you beg"

I felt tears prick my eyes, but I refused to let him see them. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "Let me go, Alex," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughed, as his hand trailed down my body, resting on my hip. "You know you want this, Y/N," he whispered in my ear, his breath sending a chill down my spine.

"Alex please let go" I plead, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

" Alex ? Y/n ?" A voice called out from the end of the hallway and Alex finally let go slightly pushing me.

oh no no no no this can't be happening right now, I thought desperately as I felt the tears running down my cheeks, the warmth of them making me even more miserable.

Olivia stood there, her face flushed and her eyes wide with anger. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fury.

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chappellrroan · 5 months

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okay the simplest game ever, who are your top 5 artist and your top song

#spotify wrapped #spotify #mine's #taylor swift #the nbhd #gracie abrams #chase atlantic #hozier #and top song is clean

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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SHAWN HUNTER ; moonlight

summary ; friends to lovers makeout sesh

warnings ; language, horribley written makeout session, no smut you degenerates

genre ; fluff / idk

word count ; 1.5k

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Y/n and Shawn, Shawn and Y/n. A duo to last centuries and possibly go down in history, at this rate. Obviously, the two had other friends, but they shared a weird bond.

Meeting in eighth grade in English class, due to a music reference that bonded the two, they became very close friends. Now, juniors in high school, they sit in Corey Matthew's bedroom, also accompanied by Topanga Lawrence and Angela Moore. The group were having a sleepover, playing typical 90s teen games such as truth or dare and telephone.

"Hey, should we get snacks and watch a movie downstairs?" Corey asks, seeing the clock read 9:30 beside him.

The group nod and agree.

Corey leads Topanga and Angela to his bedroom door, and notices Y/n and Shawn falling behind, ruffling through their backpacks. He turns away, assuming they were looking for their pajamas or blankets, and leads the two girls downstairs to the kitchen. Seeing the coast is clear, the two look at each other, sharing an awkward look.

Brows furrowed and lips sealed, Shawn is the first to move, making his way to sit next to Y/n. In response, they move their backpack over and lean against the side of Corey's bed. Shawn fidgets with his fingers, avoiding eye contact. Y/n does the same, biting the inside of their cheek, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

"So, uhm..." Shawn mumbles, looking up at them for a moment, "What're we gonna do about the obvious?..."

They shrug in response, glancing at Shawn next to them. "We don't have to do anything, I mean, I thought you were going out wirh Angela-"

"Enough about Angela, please" Shawn speaks, "This is about me and you. Shawn and Y/n. We obviously like each other, right? I mean, I'm not getting this wrong, right?" He asks them.

They shake their head no, "I mean, I like you if you like me, I don't fucking know" They awkwardly chuckle.

He nods.

The two bask in silence for a few minutes, unaware of where to take the conversation or handle the situation.

Shawn looks up at Y/n as they glance at him, and holds eye contact, staring into their eyes. He admires their face, unable to think in the moment. He's just mesmerized by how perfect their physical appearance was. Their nose was perfect, their eyes were beautiful, their lips perfectly shaped for his.

He'd already realized that he genuinely liked his friend for more than their appearance, their personality is what got him invested in them anyways. How they had such an amazing music taste, their kindness, their comedic sarcasm, their reasonability, their anxiousness that skyrocketed even over small things. It made him crumble to see them smiling and giggling over one of his jokes.

"Can I kiss you?" Shawn quickly asks, voice almost cracking as he speaks. "Please?"

They nod, slowly moving their right hand to his jawline.

Once he feels the light pressure of their fingers on his jawline, he quickly smashes his lips against theirs, and cups their face with his hands. His fingers brush against their hair a bit, sending a shiver down their spine.

He pulls them closer, feeling that they weren't pulling away from the kiss as he deepens it some more, pressing his lips onto theirs as hard as he could.

He pulls them onto his lap, their knees on each side of his thighs to support their weight. They pull away for a moment and look down at him, hands on his shoulders, silently asking if he's okay with the situation. He leans back in, pulling them forward as a response.

They tug on his hair a bit, pressing their body as physically close to his as they could. He takes a deep sigh, breathing for a moment before looking back up at them.

"You okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!-" Y/n quickly speaks, pulling their hands away, holding them up.

"No, no, no, no" Shawn shakes his head. "You're fine, uhm... I like that...?"

They furrow their brows, "Is that a question or a statement?"

Shawn rolls his eyes in embarrassment as he mumbles his answer. "Statement"

They giggle, covering their mouth with their dominant hand.

"Don't laugh at me, asshole!" Shawn smiles, "You're the one sitting on my lap"

They quickly change their smile to a blank face, quickly placing one hand in the back of his hair, the other on his shoulder.

Shawn's eyes slightly widen as his smile falters, feeling embarrassed, slightly scared, and very flustered. He knows they'll tug at his hair at any given second, trying to scare him.

"Sorry, sorry!"

They shake their head with a little smile and lean back in, the hand on his shoulder moving towards his neck. He groans again as they pull at his hair, and he moves one hand down to their waist, the other resting at the nape of their neck to hold them close.

The two sit against the side of Corey's bed, making out while their three friends were downstairs debating over the choice of movie to watch. They mutually pull away to breathe, and they smile, giggling a bit.

"Your tooth gap is really cute by the way, I dunno if I said that four years ago" Y/n whispers, their thumb caressing his cheek.

Shawn smiles and giggles, "Thank you" He says, speaking quietly as he's flustered. "I think I like you on top of me like this"

"I think I do too" They shrug, tugging at his hair lightly.

He groans, "Mmm-stop! They'll hear us!" He gasps, glancing back at the bedroom door behind him.

They tug at his hair again to tease him, and he makes them stop by pulling them in for another kiss. He slowly maneuvers them off his lap, and shoves them by the shoulders onto the floor, and he crawls on top of them, and straddles them. The straps of his leather jacket dangle as he looks down at them with a smug smile.

"Told you to stop"

They smile as well, moving some hair out of their face. "Doesn't mean I will"

They tug at his hair again, just a little too hard, however.

Downstairs, Corey, Topanga, and Angela hear Shawn yelp in pain and shout Y/n's name. Then some profuse apologizing.

"I'm pretty sure they heard us, Shawn"

"That hurt!"

#Spotify #lowkeyrobin #shawn hunter #shawn hunter x reader #boy meets world #boy meets world x reader #rider strong #rider strong x reader #chase atlantic #songfic #makeout session

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