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ink-a · 1 month ago

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Hybrid

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splendidfemalelegs · 2 months ago

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Looks like an AI image but still very sexy 😻

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babywaifuai · 5 months ago

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Look at me💋

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masha-k-ia · 7 months ago

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I know you will like this 🔥🔥🥵

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mipmoth · 7 months ago

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Elesa arrives to ingo sitting on the sofa in front of a pizza box with his head in his hands and emmet taped to the ceiling

#submas #monthofemmet #they learned from the best (emmet)#ingo and elesa starts throwing pizza at emmets face for him to eat while hes still on the ceiling #prompt: cooking 🔥 🔥 🔥#emmet didnt eat it all but ingo chasing him left it unattended for any pokeman to get #wasnt gonna have the second part but the image of elesa hitting emmet square in the face tapped on the ceiling

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snetofed · 19 days ago

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Mattheo Riddle

I wake up feeling something warm beneath me, I force my eyes open and yawn. I see Mattheo lying beneath me, asleep. My leg is over his lap and my head on his chest but I don’t feel the need to move.

I’ve started to feel strangely calm around Mattheo, I know he won’t hurt me, in fact I’m pretty sure he would hurt anyone for even looking at me the wrong way, he just has a terrible way of showing it sometimes.

But still, he cares.

“Are you awake?” Mattheo murmurs opening his eyes and pulling me closer to him. “Good morning.” Mattheo sighs as he sits leaning against the headboard. “I could get used to this,” he smiles.

A laugh escapes me and I sit next to him. “Oh yeah?” I raise an eyebrow and he laughs next. “Of course I do, a beautiful girl in my bed next to me, what more could I want?”

Merlin, help me.

“I’ve been thinking. You asked me to give you another chance and I think I want to do it, but it’s going to be hard so I need you to be patient with me.”

Mattheo’s face is still, too still, and suddenly it’s replaced by a big smile and he pulls me to him. “This isn’t a dream, is it? Theo hasn’t dared you to say this?”

I laugh. “It’s not a dream and there’s no Theo involved.”

He moves me until I’m sitting on top of him, his eyes locked on mine as he looks at me. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiles, moving his hand to cup my cheek. “So damn beautiful. Thank you, my love, thank you.”

“I wasn’t expecting such a great reaction,” I smile at him and he chuckles softly. “You’ve always been my little girl, you just haven’t realized it yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, calm down.” “He doesn’t.” He does the exact opposite, pulling my lips down to meet his, and I have no urge to pull away as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

His hands move to my hips, pulling me closer, and I lean deeper into the kiss before he pulls away. “I’m not going to push you away, Y/N.”

“You’re not, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

He looks at me hesitantly before nodding. “Yeah, okay.” His eyes are locked on mine as if assessing every detail before his lips find mine again, this time the kiss is slow and careful, as if he’s afraid one wrong move will send me into a tailspin.

“Please don’t, you say I’m not broken and then you treat me like I’m made of glass. Stop it.”

“I’m trying to hold back, I’m not trying to scare you, baby.”

“I already told you I’d tell you when to stop, and I haven’t told you to stop.”

His hands are on me, one in my hair and one around my waist, pulling me impossibly close as his lips meet mine. This time, all of his gentle demeanor is completely gone, he’s kissing me like I’m a hungry man and I don’t push him away.

His lips taste like cigarettes and firewhiskey, which I’ll ask him about later, but right now I’m enjoying this. I’m enjoying not being afraid of his touch.

“Matty,” I gasp, shaking my head as I try to get air back into my lungs but Mattheo doesn’t stop, his lips moving to my neck as both of his hands move to my hips, holding me in place.

“God, how I’ve missed this,” he murmurs into my neck, as his lips slide down to my collarbone, where he places more wet kisses. My breath hitches at the sensation.

This is nothing like what those men did to me. It's slow, passionate, and I feel every ounce of love Mattheo gives me. His need for me as his lips move down my body.

I squirm against him, his breath hitching as his lips meet mine again, kissing me desperately as if it were the last time he would do so...