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sessalover · 2 days

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hi! love ur stuff and thank u for feeding the non existent dom fandom. anyways, this is my fav bedtime scenario and i’d love to see ur take on it. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

dom winning an oscar for best breakout actor and ur his date and he thanks u while ur in the audience. then going back to the hotel room and u pulling him in by his tie saying “oscar winner dominic sessa” and he’s all like hmmmm say it again

hello anon!! thank you so much🩷 i only did it cause i was absolutely STARVED of dom content so i decided to take matters into my own hands🫡

anyway this is an INSANE bedtime scenario that i will definitely use in future so i hope you like it :))

oscar winner

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: fluff, smut (i made this really smutty and i really hope thats what you wanted but lmk if its not and i can do it again😭)

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“and the winner is… dominic sessa for the holdovers!”

dominic sat in his seat for a moment, wide eyed, as you turned to him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“oh my god,” you cried. as though waking dominic from a daze, he started laughing, standing up and grabbing your face for another kiss.

he turned around, da’vine pulling him into a hug, as he shook hands with paul, before making his way up to the stage.

your mouth hung open with shock, da’vine pulling your hand to bring you closer to the two of them.

“um hi,” dominic laughed, accepting his award, “wow, i cannot actually believe this. um i wanna say thank you to alexander payne and susan shopmaker for seeing me and believing in me enough to give me this part, i genuinely can not believe it, every day of my life. i wanna say thank you to paul and da’vine, for being so amazing and making this film so fun every single day.”

he listed off names of behind the scenes crew and managers working with him before taking a shaky breath, “i also want to thank my family. mum, bella, and dad this is for you. and finally, my beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend, y/n. i really could not continue on every day if it wasn’t for you. i love you. thank you.”

he exited off the stage as you wiped tears from your eyes, alexander handing tissues to you and the rest of the cast, weeping in pride of your boy. you couldn’t wait to get to him.

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“wait i have the key,” dominic giggled, face flushed with drunkenness as the two of you stumbled into the hotel room.

you immediately bent down to pull off your shoes, groaning in delight to not have the heels aching your feet anymore, before turning round to face your boyfriend. he was stepping out of his own shoes, staring down at the oscar in his hand.

“dom?” you called out, walking over to him and putting your hands on his waist, leaving slight kisses on his neck, “oscar winner dominic sessa?”

he was suddenly awoken from his daze, grunting as he looked back at you.

“what?” you laughed, taking the award from his hand and placing it on the sideboard, “it’s true.”

dominic smiled, staring at you with want, “say it again.”

you laughed, walking back over to him and grabbing ahold of his tie, pulling him over to the bed, “oscar winner dominic sessa? my fantastically famous boyfriend?”

he groaned as you sat on the edge of the bed. your legs were wrapped around him as he crawled over you, both your upper bodies flush against each other as you laid on the bed.

“say it again,” he murmured, pulling your dress over your head and grazing his lips over your body.

you giggled, his hot breath tickling your skin, and his firm grip on your waist making you dizzy as you whispered, “oscar winner dominic sessa.”

his lips reached your heat, placing a kiss over the fabric of your panties before coming back up to your face, kissing you as hungrily as he could.

“you’re the one who won the oscar,” you whispered, your lips next to his ear, “should i not be rewarding you?”

he shivered as you flipped your bodies, sitting up so you could rip his tie and jacket off as quickly as possible. dominic moved further up the bed as you followed slowly, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, placing a kiss on each new place you uncovered.

“please,” he panted, as you undid his trouser button. you slid them down his thighs, dom kicking them the rest of the way as you paid more attention to his boxers.

licking a stripe up the material, dominic shivered, his breathing becoming even more laboured.

“i thought this was supposed to be a reward,” he whined, tucking his hands under your hair.

“i’m sorry baby, you’re right,” you pouted; you moved yourself up so your lips were grazing his as you spoke, “a reward for my baby for winning his first oscar.”

dominic smirked, beginning to kiss you as you pulled his boxers down. his dick grazed your clothed pussy as it was released, making him moan.

leaving his lips, you licked a trail down his body, your tongue hanging out as you reached his dick and took it into your mouth.

dominic moaned at the sudden sensation. you moved your hands so they were working on his balls and what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

he grunted, mumbling dirty nothings, “that’s right baby, take it. oh god. you’re so good, take it. jesus.”

he bucked his hips up as a reflex before gasping, “i’m so sorry, y/n. are you okay?!”

you pulled off his dick, continuing to stroke it as you panted, “fuck my face, dom.”

“what?!”

“that’s your treat,” you smirked, bringing his lips into another kiss, “for my oscar winning boyfriend.”

dominic moaned, as you left his lips and went back to his length. your hands gripped his hips as he started to do what you said, too horny to create any coherent thoughts of worry; too focused on the thought of how good your mouth felt on him.

“i’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hips faltering as he got closer to his orgasm. you went back to taking control, stroking the base as you licked and sucked around the tip, “oh, god, y/n.”

he came in ropes in your mouth, until you pulled off before he could stop, letting his cum paint your chest and lips. dominic was panting, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling as his chest rose and fell.

“oscar winner dominic sessa?” you taunted, smiling as he looked down at you, covered in his cum and immediately started hardening again.

he groaned, closing his eyes before running his hand through the cum pooling on your boobs and placing his finger in your mouth just for you to lick it all off, “god, y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

#i used to write kpop fanfic #i have credentials #dominic sessa smut #dominic sessa imagine #dominic sessa fanfic #dominic sessa x reader #dominic sessa #angus tully #angus tully imagines #angus tully fanfic #angus tully x reader #the holdovers #request

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handsomelyerin · 2 days

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bob dylan and frank sinatra if they slayed

#dominic sessa #mike faist #posting this here and not on twt because i'd get torn to shreds over there

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ganymede-princess · 1 day

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A Hazy Shade of Winter (Pt. 2)

PART 1

ship: Angus Tully x fem!OC

warnings: Discussions of loss and grief, descriptions of dissociation.

summary: Carol gears up for her first night at Barton.

word count: 1767

a/n: Thanks so much for all the love on part one! I hope you enjoy this one. More to come soon.

written by @ganymede-princess

Carol’s fingers felt thick and unruly as she dug through her suitcase, scattering her belongings over one of the spare beds that she had designated as the closet. She fumbled with her hairbrush for a moment, the smooth plastic slipped through her fingers and scuttled across the floor. With a rush of loathing, she dove at it and threw it against the wall where it thumped weakly and fell onto the blankets. Underwhelmed by the result and full up with a bone deep weariness, she stooped over the bed and rested her weight on her open palms, trembling at the elbows. As she caught sight of herself in the hand mirror that laid at the bottom of her case, a stray tear slapped against the surface of her glasses, casting a wobbling splotch across her vision. Perhaps that was how the old man saw through his bad eye. Something must have gone wrong in the womb, she thought; some pressure that misshaped it. Maybe it was the same pressure that popped the connection in her brain that would have allowed her hands to work in tandem with her eyes.

She took off her glasses and set them aside, laying back on the prison mattress with her hand mirror above her. She watched herself with vision slightly blurred without her glasses, but still in focus. The face staring back was familiar, but she felt no ownership of it. Half hidden under the shag haircut she chose on her last out-day to Portland, streaked with tears, flushed at the extremities, hollow brown eyes glaring in defiance to the brokenness inside. It was the way she should look, but it wasn’t her. It was too pretty and too human. These days she was a fractionation, barely managing to act like a fully formed person in front of those boys. Grief clouded around her like moths, eating up her brain like a forgotten overcoat and tying the loose strings around the back of her tongue to stifle her speech. Jason had made her feel something like her old self for a few precious minutes, then Angus paid her the favour of shoving that part of her back into the box. Perhaps she should thank him. After all, she was closest to Elias this way.

A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She pushed herself up and took a shivering breath, and spoke in a voice that grated in her throat.

“I-it’s open.”

In waddled Mr Hunham, his unfocussed eyes clouded with pity. He adjusted his bowtie, then let his hands rest awkwardly by his round body, like a little brown penguin.

“Hello, Carol.” His smile was stilted, and overly toothy.

“Hi, um… Mr Hunham.”

“Please.” He hesitantly stepped toward her. “We’re in private. Just call me Paul.”

“Oh.” She paused. “U-uncle Paul?”

His eyes widened, and for a moment Carol thought he must be horrified at the suggestion, but soon he clasped his hands in front of him and smiled more genuinely than before.

“Sure. Uncle Paul.”

He just stood there for a long, awkward moment.

“Can-” She cleared her throat, willing the warble in her voice to still. “Can I help you?” She bit the inside of her cheek as punishment for stumbling on her words.

“Ah. Well, I was just seeing how you’re holding up.”

“I’m fine.” Her hand moved against her will to wipe a stray tear that tickled her cheek.

“You’re crying!” He hurried over, already wild as a bull. “If one of those reprobates said something to-”

“No!” She said, though her ribs still stung as though Angus had punched her right in the spleen. “No, nothing like that. I-I’m just… thinking about… Eli.”

“Ah.” Tentatively, he lowered himself onto the end of the bed. “I can’t imagine what you must be going through-”

“Please.” She put her hand up to absolve him, not sure if she would handle hearing any more sorries. “You don’t need to say anything.”

“Oh.”

They sat in silence for a while. Carol contemplated apologising, though she was not sure for what, so she stayed silent.

“I can’t imagine what you must be going through,” He repeated, eyeing her dubiously. “But I may know someone who can. After dinner tonight- if you want to, that is- I’d like to introduce you to Mary, our head of catering. She lost her son.”

“Oh.” She pinched her forearm, avoiding his line of sight as guilt chewed her up. “Sorry. I-I thought you were going to say… I don’t know, um-”

“I know what you meant.” Paul said gently.

“Hm.” She wiped at her face and finally met his cross-eyed gaze, darting her eyes between each of his before settling on the one that focussed on her. “Losing a child must be the hardest thing in the world.”

“I would imagine so.” He sighed. Hesitantly, he reached out to her and let his hand rest on her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, Carol. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to entertain a guest, let alone family. Now, I know the circumstances are not ideal, and that we said we’d be staying in Boston, but-” He let out a frustrated huff. “I’ve been unfairly targeted by my pompous asshat of a superior, so we’ll just have to play the hand we’ve been dealt.”

“I don’t mind.” She said, minding it very much. “I’m not sure now is the right time for Boston.”

“I understand.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze and stood up to leave.

“Uncle Paul?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Thank you, for-”

Paul bolted upright like a meerkat as a loud thud came from the boys’ rooms, followed by the squeaking and shuffling of rubber soles on linoleum and the unmistakable grunting of two teenage boys locked in battle. He cast a wide eyed glance at her, stuttered an apology and dashed away. Carol sighed, gathering her strength and her glasses, and followed. She kept her distance as she approached, holding her arms around her waist in the old familiar protective stance.

“They weren’t fighting!” She heard Alex exclaim unconvincingly.

Peering past the younger boys she caught sight of Angus, his back pressed to the wall like a caged animal. He met her eyes with a look of such wild desperation that it knocked her off kilter with an overwhelming wave of sympathy, untempered even by her disdain for him. Then, she saw Teddy, standing with feet apart and arms raised from his sides as if poised to pounce back into the scrap. It made her skin crawl to see such malice written bold across his face, and felt validated in her immediate suspicion of him. There had been a strange glint in his eye when he rushed to shake her hand that afternoon, like sunlight on black ice. Jason stood between them, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and hair ruffled. The eye contact between them was brief; his eyes darted between her and her uncle, she raised a questioning eyebrow, he shrugged almost imperceptibly, and then it was over.

“I see.” Her uncle deadpanned. “And who started it, the ‘not fighting?’ Mm? Mr Tully? Perhaps you could shed some light on the subject?”

Carol stepped forward, intrigued. The boys stayed quiet, as she expected. All teenagers adhered to an unspoken code: don’t fink. Fink and you’re dead. Angus and Teddy’s eyes met in a silent challenge. Teddy jutted his jaw and glared like a petulant child.

“Mr Kountze? Mr Smith? Mr Ollerman? Mr Park? Alright then, we’ll do it like the Roman Legions.” Carol picked up a tinge of delight in her uncle’s voice. “Absent a confession, one man’s sin is every man’s suffering. For every minute the truth is withheld, you will all receive a detention.”

“I thought all the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.” Angus muttered. A barely contained laugh threatened to spill from Carol’s mouth, to her horror and confusion.

“Stifle it, Tully!” Mr Hunham checked his watch. “Now, in the first of said detentions, you will…” He paused as if thinking on his feet. “...clean the library. Top to bottom. Scraping the underside of the desks, which are caked with snot and gum, and all manner of unspeakable proteins.” Jason met her eyes, pleading silently ‘do something!’ “Ahh, on your hands and knees, down in the dust.” She felt a protest bubbling up in her chest. “Breathing in the dead skin of generations of students, and dessicated cockroaches-”

“Mr Hunham!”

“It was Kountze!” Little Alex blurted out, drowning her own exclamation. As he pointed desperately at Teddy, she caught Angus throwing him a look that landed somewhere between pity and disgust.

“Bravo, Mr Ollerman. Bravo!” Mr Hunham exclaimed sardonically, eyes shimmering with malignant joy. “As it stands, you've all had two hearty meals today, so I’m sure going without supper won’t hurt Mr Kountze too badly. We’ll be meeting in the dining hall in one hour, where you-” He waggled his finger at Teddy. “Will sit aside and watch us. I suggest you all take this time as an opportunity to study, and, uh, gentlemen? Break it up.”

With that, he waddled out past Park and Ollerman, raising his eyebrows as he caught sight of Carol waiting for him.

“Ah. You caught that, I assume?” She said nothing, just nodded and fell in step beside him. “I’m sensing some disapproval?”

“Well.” She bit her lip, unsure of how bold she should be. But then again, this Christmas couldn’t get any worse, right? “As a history teacher, I’m sure you’re familiar with the Geneva Convention.”

“Yes, I am.” Paul chuckled. “And I know what you’re getting at, too.”

“Well, personally, I’d rather not be subjected to any war crimes over my Christmas break. Plus, I’d rather not be in the position to agree with Angus Tully on something.”

“You’re off to a rocky start with him?”

“You could say that.”

“He’s a bright kid, in spite of his determination to act out and destroy his own potential.”

“I believe you.” She contemplated his words for a moment. “Maybe, and don’t take this the wrong way, if you, say… cut them some slack, the morale would be higher and everyone would get along a whole lot better. It’s Christmas.”

“Trust me, Carol, the last thing those boys need is leniency. They already think they can get away with murder, and I’d hate to see what comes after that. If you’re ever in the sorry position of a teacher, you’ll understand what I mean.”

“I suppose so.” She sighed, feeling thoroughly deflated. “See you at dinner.”

#angus tully #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #dominic sessa x reader #the holdovers

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babybluebex · 2 days

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after next thursday (so in like 7 days) i will be done with classes, and then i’ve got 2 weeks before i move and start my new job. so i will have 2 weeks to do fuck all except write, and i INTEND to write venus. i swear to god i will write this if it kills me.

#bex says #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #dominic sessa x reader

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freshmoviequotes · 4 months

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The Holdovers (2023)

#the holdovers #alexander payne #paul giamatti #dominic sessa #movies #film #quotes #long post #history #2023

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swannsways · 3 months

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favorite Angus Tully's quotes, The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne

#the holdovers #angus tully #dominic sessa #filmgifs #dailyflicks #moviegifs #films watched #my gifs #his line delivering is truly impressive for someone who had never done film acting before #so natural and added so much to the character #face muscles/tone/rhythm he ate everything and left no crumbs #now where are the awards and casting news guys I NEED ANSWERS #i need my client on his way real quick to end all the nepo babies in this mf industry

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365filmsbyauroranocte · 4 months

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The Holdovers (Alexander Payne, 2023)

#The Holdovers #Alexander Payne #Paul Giamatti #2023 #quote #Dominic Sessa #back comedy #woman #women #attraction

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sesiondemadrugada · 4 months

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The Holdovers (Alexander Payne, 2023).

#alexander payne #the holdovers #paul giamatti #david hemingson #dominic sessa #Eigil Bryld #kevin tent #ryan warren smith #wendy chuck

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lightningcrashes · 5 months

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DOMINIC SESSA as ANGUS TULLY THE HOLDOVERS (2023) | Dir. Alexander Payne

#the holdovers #dominic sessa #angus tully #filmgifs #moviegifs #dailyflicks #fyeahmovies #filmedit #movieedit #userfilm #doyouevenfilm #*#SAVE ME WHITE BOYYYYY

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lovevanpalmer · 5 months

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#posting my tweet here bc apparently it blew up (got more than 10 likes)#the holdovers #dominic sessa #angus tully

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sessalover · 2 days

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post-baftas

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: smut, munch dom

part 1

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the sound of a key card at the door arose you from your lazing on the bed. a smirk came across your face as you sat up in the hotel room bed. your, or more accurately, dom’s favourite underwear was covering you, as well as one of his t-shirts he’d left in his suitcase.

“there you are,” he smiled, walking into the room and slowly taking off his jacket.

“oh my god,” you moaned, watching his every move — every single aspect of this outfit had you drunk, “dominic how do you exist like this?”

he laughed, clearly tipsy from the drinks he’d had before and after the ceremony, though it can’t have been that many - he’d left almost immediately afterwards, his mind too preoccupied with the thought of you naked on a hotel bed to care about anything that had just gone on. he nodded to the bottle resting in an ice bucket, two glasses next to it, “champagne?”

“what did i say? someone else is paying for the room,” you smirked.

dominic laughed, pouring two glasses and making his way over to the bed, “isn’t champagne reserved for winners? i didn’t win, remember?”

you pouted, undoing the button on the top of his trousers and tugging on the waistband, “poor baby. do you wanna see what losers get instead?”

dom grinned, stepping out of the trousers and undoing the buttons on his shirt, all while kissing you as passionately as he could. he really was thankful you were here for him, award or not, and as horny as he was; he wanted to show that as well.

“well, do you?” you prompted, pulling away from his lips breathlessly.

“whatever,” he laughed, pulling your t-shirt over your head before he suddenly moaned, “the red pair?”

“we’re matching,” you said, as teasingly as possible, pulling on the hem of his undone shirt to compare it to the colour of your underwear.

he began to leave a wet trail of kisses down your body, leading to your panties; he slipped a finger under the waistband, snapping them back against your thigh as you let out a gasp.

your breathing was unsteady as you felt his hot breath right over the area where you needed it most.

“i-i’m supposed to be rewarding you, aren’t i?”

“little darling, this is my reward,” he said lowly, “can i?”

“please, dom, oh my god.”

he used one hand to haphazardly pull your panties down your thighs, not even caring about the blunder as he connected his lips to you.

you moaned on impact, his tongue drawing circles around your clit, and his hand that had been busy chucking your panties across the room now entering you, one finger at a time. your hands went flying down to his hair, running your fingers through his curls and tugging whenever it felt particularly good.

“how does that feel, baby?” he prompted, stopping his mouth on your clit to look up at you.

you moaned, shoving his head back down as he laughed. the constant impact on your clit, and his skillful fingers working their way in and out of you had you climaxing quicker than ever before.

“dom! i’m gonna cum,” you panted, your boyfriend not even coming up for air as you moaned your way through your peak, hips trying to worm away from his mouth, but his mouth still never leaving you, “dom, please!”

you used your grip on his hair to pull him off, instead, sitting up and bringing his lips to your lips instead of to your cunt.

“i could stay there all day,” he chuckled, kissing down your neck, his hands going to hold your jaw; a surprisingly tender hold considering the horniness radiating from the both of you.

“yeah i can tell, baby boy,” you said, as he worked his way down to your boobs, ripping your bra off in the process. he pulled away, panting, and leaned over to the bedside table to take a swig of champagne, sitting back against the headboard in the process.

you narrowed your eyes in on him, still in his boxers and un-buttoned sheer shirt, “let me rid you of these.”

you slid you hands over his chest, following the line of his collarbones, down his arms to take the shirt off. throwing it somewhere across the room, you focused back on his body.

dom continued to sip champagne, sitting with a wide-legged stance, dick hard and straining against his boxers. you kissed down his jawline and neck, his cornicello necklace, and continuing down his hairy chest, stopping once you got to his tattoo.

“i can’t believe you were showing this off for everyone,” you tutted, licking it, “i thought i was the only one who got to see this.”

dominic shivered, putting his glass down to play with your hair. you smirked up at him, you knew what he was hinting at, but you weren’t going to give it to him that easily.

continuing your trail of kisses down his hipbone before blowing slightly on his tip though his boxers, dominic groaned.

you reached a hand inside his boxer shorts, grabbing hold of his length and running your thumb over the tip, teasingly. dominic whined, as when you pulled away, all he could feel was the tightening confines of his boxers. he didn’t want to take them off himself, that would be demeaning.

“you want these off?” you pouted.

dominic panted, “shut up.”

you laughed, rolling them down his thighs, so his dick sprung up into the cold air of the room. it rested against his stomach, and curved slightly left. his arm was flung over his eyes, a reaction of pure sensitivity.

“please, y/n,” he moaned, his hand splayed out on the bedsheets. you hadn’t seen each other for months, you could imagine he’d gotten very used to his hand.

“you want prep? or do you wanna just fuck me?” you asked, crawling up his body until you were basically sat on his lap, pussy just inches away from his, frankly, throbbing dick.

he could have cum right there, “please let me fuck you, oh my god.”

you smirked, hands on his chest to steady yourself as you lined yourself up with his dick and began to sink down. both of you were wordless and moaning with desire; once you’d got him all inside you, you slumped forward so your whole body was resting on his chest.

dominic chuckled, pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours, planting his feet on the bed and beginning to move his hips. you moaned into the kiss, now this is what you’d missed.

#hi guys i want to formally state that i am a uni student and i actively chose to write this instead of working on a presentation #hope my lecturers are proud #dominic sessa smut #dominic sessa imagine #dominic sessa fanfic #dominic sessa x reader #dominic sessa #angus tully #angus tully imagines #angus tully fanfic #angus tully x reader #the holdovers

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