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[my-name-is-lumien]

Transparent Open Heart Icons for you ~ Free to use if you want

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

The next time I see Aerin he better grovel, you hear me?

Translation: The second he says sorry the wedding's back on

[choicesmeanttolast]

Hot damn was my first thought seeing this

Immediately followed by the images of tik tok boys doing cringe thirst traps and I gagged

[evmonteri]

Guinevere MC

Tired of seeing OH F!MC in genderlocked books so i made new faces.

[bryceslahela]

cas to a gabe romancing mc:

[vantigma]

i'm OBSESSED with both of them

[jams-sims]

Hey fam what is this?

[choicesmeanttolast]

Ugliest shit I've ever seen looks like a toddler designed it

[turtle-babe83-deactivated202409]

Hello there!

I’ve recently gotten into your works and I have to say, I’m hooked.

If I can pretty please make a request for Raphael. Something centered around orally giving to S/O. Maybe bench pressing.😏

Hope to hear from you soon!

I love this request!!! I’m here for it!! Let’s go! ♥️ Also, I’m going to assume female reader for this one.

Benched

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Your boyfriend was obsessed with working out. He was a lean, mean, fighting machine who bench pressed an ungodly amount of weight. Your body weight barely registered on his radar, he was so damn strong. You had to admit that it was sexy as hell when he lifted you or moved you around like a rag doll. You would die if he ever figured out how much that turned you on.

You showed up a little early for movie night and the big brute was finishing up his routine. Waving at him, you picked a spot on the floor and whipped out the latest book you had been reading. Your mind just wasn’t on the plot of the story though. Every grunt that left his mouth drew your eyes up from the page to ogle his straining muscles, glistening with sweat. From his powerful thighs to his bulging biceps, he was godlike. You wet your suddenly dry lips, squirming in your decidedly not dry panties.

While you adjusted your seated position, looking for a bit of friction, Raphael was eyeing you stealthily. So, his sexy little minx was trying to hide her arousal? Oh, he could work with this. Movie night could wait a bit longer. Making a big show of straining and growling, he returned the massive bar that was bending with weights to its position on the bench. He sat up and grabbed a towel to wipe his face and neck, noticing immediately that you had jerked your eyes back to your paperback.

“Hot in here, huh?” he murmured.

You glanced up, trying to look innocent and casual. Shit, he looked good. You cleared your throat.

“It’s a bit warm,” you agreed.

Raph grinned inwardly, as he stretched and continued, “Damn hot. I’m feeling kinda parched.”

“I can go grab a bottle for you,” you said, hastily getting to your feet.

“Nah.”

You frowned at his nonchalant denial. There was a mischievous glint in his eye that made you a little nervous, and a little tingly.

Raph smirked, “I sure could use a cool drink of water….so c’mere.”

Confused, you took a few steps forward. It wasn’t until he hooked an arm around your waist to pull you closer, that the other implications of that phrase hit you. Your cheeks flamed bright red as you processed his compliment. Raph nuzzled your neck, his tongue slipping out to lick your jawline.

“Whaddya say? Give me a drink?” he growled low, his other hand playing with the button of your shorts.

Oh god, was he saying what you thought he was saying? The two of you had only been dating a couple of months, and never did anything beyond heavy petting and making out.

Raph was watching the array of emotions traveling your face at his question. Fearing that he had pushed too far, he was about to apologize and give you an out when you suddenly unfastened your shorts and shoved them along with your panties to the floor. He nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of your half naked body standing between his legs.

Your blush was bright and yet you shocked the hell out of him when you straightened your shoulders and muttered, “Bottoms up.”

Raph stared at you for a long moment before breaking into a wide grin.

“Ya speaking my language, sweetheart.”

Laying back on the weight bench, Raph tugged you over and lifted you up. Grabbing onto the weight bar, you steadied yourself while he settled you over his face. A tingle of anticipation fluttered in your belly as he held you effortlessly over his mouth.

“Baby girl, yer so wet,” he groaned. “Look at me when I taste ya.”

A shudder ran down your spine at his hoarse words and you forced yourself to lock eyes with him as he took his first taste of your glistening folds. A deep churr rumbled his chest and his tongue swept through your slit with determination. He held your thighs tightly as he pressed you harder to his mouth. Lapping greedily, he kept his eyes on yours, daring you to look away. Your embarrassment faded as pleasure built low. You wanted to buck and roll your hips but he held you fast. With nowhere to brace your knees, you were completely at his mercy. His tongue worked in and out of your cunt, enjoying every drop as his chest kept a constant churr going. You sucked in a ragged breath, feeling pressure build with every ravenous lick, every sweet suckle on your swollen clit. Your whines grew louder and your knuckles were tight on the bar as release drew closer.

“Raph, fuck, I think I’m getting close,” you moaned.

Raph gave a particularly loud slurp and focused on flicking your nub with the tip of his dexterous tongue. As your orgasm crested, you invented a few new swear words. The big guy didn’t stop until you were gasping for air. Face flushed, you looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as he set you down on his chest.

“I need ta add ya to my workout routine,” he grinned, smacking his lips lewdly.

By the time you were dressed, and Raph had cleaned up the eight room, the others had gathered in the living room for the movie. Raph grabbed one end of the couch and planted you right in his lap with one of his knitted blankets covering you both. You felt your cheeks heat up again at the thought of what you had just done with your boyfriend. Could the others tell?

Mikey held up two dvds and asked, “Okay guys, ‘Open Water’ or ‘Jaws’?”

You yelped and pulled the blanket over your head.

Donnie lifted a brow ridge, “What’s wrong with her?”

“Oh, you know how girls are with these shark movies,” Raph smirked. “Someone gets eaten and they just fall all to pieces.”

♥️

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[choicesmeanttolast]

Whew chile

[whoblewboobear]

They’re going to ruin my life, your honor.

[sciralta]

Okay we can all laugh at "may NOT align with safe and real life BDSM" all we want but people in outrage that the mc is potentially kidnapped and held captive need to get real. It’s a book about the fae babe what the fuck were you expecting, a holiday invitation?

[choices-binglebonkus]

Okay but it is NUTS how good the old love interests were. Like, they had backstories that we learned in layers and not via infodumping or excessive paywalls (for the most part, some were paywalled to an extent), you had to gradually develop your relationship, most of them didn’t hop into bed with you right away and it was so much more rewarding when you finally got that dirty thirty scene, also HELLOOOOOO they didn’t all look generic and bland???

[choicesmeanttolast]

The fact that people are willing to pay a whopping 15 dollars a month for a few new stories with the same recycled main characters over and over again is the reason why pixalberry is getting away with only releasing via books.

They're making bank off of us blatantly and now only catering to those who can afford to give them money. This isnt a case of '" if you're broke just say so", I paid for the vip but it hardly seems worth 15 dollars for what they're offering. Maybe just maybe if we has some actual variety for our main characters I'd bite again. But I'm not paying that much for the little they're giving.

I was cool with it before when it was a mix of vip books and free books but now they're just being blatantly greedy

[hatescapsicum]

What the hell was that

[heartofarcanum]

Petition to have Oprah do the interview between Blaine and MC at the end of Foreign Affairs when they spill all the tea about having a secret relationship behind the backs of their feuding countries and also dealing with the paparazzi.

[zigsnose]

what i want from the zombie book:

what we’re probably going to get:

[mostlymobilegames]

Anyone: *breathes in MC's perimeter*

Tatum, 0.002 seconds later:

[spacetravels]

i got unholy ghosts with their hands around my neck

(on a noahmc kick again :))