#Cuties and Questions

[rafessweetgirl]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ i've been missing you ~ joaquín torres

➷ featuring: joaquín torres!!

➷ synopsis: joaquín's finally come home from what felt like the longest week of your lives. he needs to show you how much he's sorry for being gone for so long. how much he appreciates you. how much he loves you. even if it means waking you up in the middle of the night.

➷ warnings: 18+, mdni!!!!, smut, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, porn w/ plot???, swearing, fluff, soft sweet cutesy joaquín, semi-somno (leaving this here just incase), reader acts like joaquín hung the stars and the moon for her...he would've if he wasn't beat to it by like thousands of years.

➷ word count: 1.2k

➷ notes: new character unlocked!! lots of firsts here; first joaquin fic, first marvel fic (odd considering i fuckin love marvel), first time writing a full smut fic, first fic that's not based on a song whattttt?? i wasnt sure if i should go full on somno, but that's alr bc we love consent. i love joaquín and this is what i imagine he would act like when he feels guilty. enjoy!! <3 (gif by @monikanarnia)

you look so pretty like this. smooth, soft skin, covered only by the soft linen sheets in which your legs are tangled. your sleeping form, barely visible in the dark room. you’re lying on your back, your hands resting on the mattress near both sides of your head. it’s a scene joaquín wants a picture of. if only he could freeze time, step out of his body and capture not just an image, but a feeling too.

joaquín's restless. he’d spent all week without you. he still wonders how he withstood such a long period away and if you felt the same. after the first day, he felt like he was experiencing withdrawal, everyday without you his own personal hell. you’re his drug. he could just never have enough of you. really, he could never have too much.

his back is also to the bed, chest to the ceiling. his head is turned towards you, eyes roaming your relaxed form. the room is dark, illuminated only by the moon. it’s mostly silent. he’s hyper aware of the subtle sounds, though. the clashing of waves outside. the creaking of the open balcony doors, opening a bit more with the breeze. his breathing. your breathing. even something as simple as your soft slow breaths entrances joaquín.

you were sleep when he arrived home, but it was evident that you tried to stay up. the living room was set up for a movie night with snacks set on the coffee table, fluffy throw blankets lying on the couch, and the tv already set to the movie you’d picked out for the two of you. always so sweet and considerate, joaquín thought. he felt bad about keeping you waiting for so long. you’d awaken only long enough to realize he was home, greeting him lazily before falling back into your slumber.

he turns his body to face yours. you deserve some kind of loving from him. a gift for being his gift. it's the least he could do.

he sits up and moves himself, landing in between your thighs. he reaches for your hand, threading his fingers through your limp ones. he doesn’t want to take advantage of you. he just wants to make you feel good. reward you for being so sweet to him. apologize for being away for so long.

“baby?” he tests. “you awake?”

your eyes flutter open. “mmm.”

he lets out a quiet chuckle. “i don’t know what ‘mmm’ means sweetheart.”

“im awake,” you reply groggily.

"good," he brings his face close to your mound. “can i make you feel good?”

you nod tiredly. how could you say no to him? he was irresistible. even when the two of you fought, you couldn't harbor any negative feelings towards him for long.

he shifts upward, gently pressing his lips to your stomach, not quite kissing you. he moves back down, and puckers his lips, delivering sweet kisses to your clit. “is this okay?”

you squeeze his hand as you nod. “mhm.”

“uh uh, needa hear you say yes.”

“yes baby,” you whine.

joaquín groans, the nickname making the blood rush to his dick. he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your cunt, letting his tongue graze over your core. he darts his tongue out and licks a long stripe upwards. you moan and squeeze his hand again. he decides to repeat the action, this time putting more pressure on. he knows how to work your body. knows when to suck and when to lick. when to speed up and when to take it slow.

“i’m so sorry, baby,” he mumbles against you.

“sorry for what?” you question breathlessly.

“for keeping you waiting-“ another kiss. “for taking so long to come home.” his tongue dives in between your folds, as if he’s searching for something. maybe, it’s forgiveness. “you don’t know how much i missed you.”

his other hand finds its way to your thigh. he rubs his thumb back and forth over it. he wants to do anything he can to show you how much he appreciates you.

“joaquín,” you moan, as he brings two fingers to rub your clit. you let your eyes flutter shut, reveling in his softness. “it’s okay, you don’t- fuck.” he speeds up. “you don’t need to apologize. jus glad you’re home safe. missed you more.”

he continues his movements on your cunt, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. he pleasures you the way he loves you, soft but purposeful. “yeah? missed me like i missed you?”

“uh huh,” you pant. "missed you so bad joaquín." you repeat his name again, this time in a moan. you're almost there, teetering closer to your release. you unravel your hand from his, moving both your hands to grip onto his dark hair, squeezing, pulling, grabbing. you rock your hips in tune with the strokes from his tongue. you use joaquín to chase your orgasm and he doesn't mind one bit. he lives for every little reaction your body gives to him. the gasps, the moans, the way your body locks up when you're about to cum - all of it.

joaquín gives you one last long lick, finally gifting you what you've been needing all along.

your back arches off the bed as you throw your head back into the fluffy pillows. your hips freeze and your lips form into an o, letting out a gasp and then a silent moan. pleasure rushes through every vein in your body. it's a lot to handle, but you love this, you love him. you love how he knows your body so well, as if it was his own. joaquín never fails to worship you how you deserve.

he reels back to admire his precious view. your bare chest rises up and down, your arms back where they stared with your luscious hair splayed out on the pillow. you give him a warm smile. "you look so pretty when you cum, sweetheart." he drags his two fingers from your clit and pushes them inside of you. he fingers you gently, helping you ride out your high.

you giggle. "thanks." your exhaustion and post-orgasm bliss combined mimics the feeling of being drunk. you're on cloud nine now and you don't plan on coming down anytime soon. everything is perfect now that you have your lover back home. your other half. your twin flame.

he continues to finger you, slightly curling his fingers. he's still gentle with it and careful not to overstimulate you. he wants to make sure you can fall back asleep easily.

you sit up slowly, making sure not to remove his fingers from inside you. you reach your hands out and joaquín leans forward, placing his head in your hands. you lean in and kiss him softly and it feels right. it’s like taking a deep refreshing breath after being suffocated for what felt like forever.

“i love you torres. missed you so much.” something about you calling him by his surname gets him. you always use it as if it was really his first.

"i love you too baby, and i missed you more.”

you slip your hand in between your bodies, reaching for his cock. “i feel selfish, let me help you feel good.”

he stops you. “you already did, princess. we can worry about that tomorrow. let’s get you back to sleep.”

you sigh dramatically, prompting a laugh from him. “fiiine..” you lay back, already imagining all the ways you could properly welcome him home tomorrow.

for now though, he lies down behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. you snuggle into him. your limbs tangle together similar to how tree roots do in a rainforest. your bodies take their time reconnecting after all this time apart, your hearts never disconnecting, not even for a second.

➷ notes: sooo half of the original work got deleted.....idek how to explain it. js know i don't recommend having the same draft opened on mobile and laptop at the same time while in separate stages of a fic on each device....but im so goated (jp) that i remembered pretty much exactly what i wrote, only after having a meltdown over losing it. and almost crying. can u tell this is important to me? anyways feedback is welcome, nd reqs are always open <3 love ya

➷ tags: @sweetstrawberrianne @littlesoulshine (lmk if you want added!)

�� rafessweetgirl ~ 2025

[rissaito]

hunters 🐅🌾☀️

i’m SO excited to learn more about this mysterious guy…

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Noah Wyle answers the "very important questions" ✨ during the LA Times Envelope Drama Roundtable (May 23, 2025)

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[distorted-destiny]

looking back at some official art and, while we havent gotten a lot of him without them, shingi's expressions are very different when he doesn't have his markings on him compared to the ones where he does, and i wonder if theres an actual reason for it after the new qna.

since the markings imply the presence of kusuriuri in the body...does that mean the smile+the overall excited or smug attitude shown in other shingi art is actually kon's doing?

i do hope it isn't the case honestly because i love the idea of shingi being a whimsical cutie a lot for it to turn out to all have been kon goofing around. let there be TWO silly guys !!

[faunandfloraas]

the street kids - skz seasons greetings, 2025.

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I think it should be acknowledged that Mon-chan, the cutest little dog in existence and best pal, got into the Top 100 at #65.

[zodiallyradical]

DREAMS….OF YOU? Johnny Cade x f!Reader

synopsis-in which, Johnny has a wet dream about you, and he can’t help himself.

warnings-unprotected sex, p in v, dry humping, bj, porn with plot, the whole shebang, reader has huge honkers, praise, Johnny is smitten and a bit of a perv.

a/n- first fic! hope you enjoy!

for-anon

Johnny couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why you? why you of all people did he get that funny feeling in his chest? Maybe it was the way your hair blew in the wind, or the way your lips glistened as you sat in the sun, maybe it was the way you smiled at him. Johnny put his hands over his face as he laid in the lot.

You and Johnny had been friends for a long time, both of you being apart of the Curtis gang. Being the only girl in the group netted you some pretty weird stares, especially since you dressed like a Soc. From the nice sweaters to the frilly skirts, you just oozed beauty and grace. You and Johnny were the dynamic duo. well, under Ponyboy and Johnny of course. It was always Y/N and Johnny, Y/N and her JohnnyCakes.

So why did Johnny want to ruin your friendship and make it more? He knew you’d never say yes, hell, he knew he’d never tell you, out of fear of ruining your friendship. Johnny closed his eyes as he caught himself thinking about more than your face, your curves, your sweet-honey like voice, what it would be like if you were to- ‘No, Johnny!’ He thought as he shook his head. ‘She’s a friend, nothing more.” He felt his eyes getting heavy so he decided to sleep in the lot tonight, it was a beautiful night after all.

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“Johnny~ Johnnycakesssss.” The voice called for Johnny. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before his breath hitched. It was you, sitting on the edge of his bed, smirking at him. “O-oh, hi, y/n. What are you doing here?” Johnny was cautious, how did she get past his parents? How long had she been here? Before he could articulate any of these questions, Johnny was pushed back against his bed frame. His breathing became heavy as you straddled his lap. “W-w-what are you doing??” A low chuckle came out of your mouth as you began to rock your hips back and forth on Johnny’s lap. “Isn’t this what you want, Johnnycakes?” Your voice dripped with sweetness and drawl. Breathy moans erupted from Johnny, “Y-Yeah, I really do.” You moved your arms back onto Johnny’s knees to support yourself as you rocked harder, feeling the bulge in his pant’s grow in size. You sat up for a moment and your arms wrapped around your shirt to take it off and as soon as it started lifting-

BOOM!!

Johnny jolted awake as he looked around, disappointment quickly overcame him. He was still in the lot. He stood up and dusted himself off and before he realized what was happening, he was running towards your house, his feet carried him all the way there. Once he realized your parents weren’t home, he ran onto your front porch and knocked rapidly. As soon as he did so, he felt all of the courage leave his body, it was like he turned into a limp noodle. “What the hell am I doin’ man??” Before he could carry his sad ass off of your porch, you answered the door with a worried look on your face. “Johnny???” Johnny had his mouth slightly open, taking in the scenery; a silk pink sleep mask laid on your messy h/c head of hair, your e/c eyes filled with a mix of sleep and worry. Trailing down, Johnny saw a black tank top about two sizes too small for you, everything was threatening to spill out, and those white short short that hugged your curves just right and- suddenly you snap your fingers to Johnny’s face, regaining his attention. “Johnny, what’s wrong? are you okay? are you hurt?” Your eyes quickly looked over Johnny, searching for wounds that weren’t there. “I-I’m okay, I just had a dreams’all.” You took a long breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. “Do you want to talk about it?” A silence fell between the two of you before you moved aside so he could come in. The two of you took a seat on your plush couch; concern still filled your eyes as you placed your sleep mask on the coffee table. “Was your dream about your parents? or the Socs that jumped you?” Try as you might, you couldn’t figure out what his dream was about. Johnny stared at you for a moment before putting his head in his hands. “Oh….I couldn’t tell you, you’d hate me if you knew.” Confusion stuck you again as you put your hand on his thigh, not feeling the way he jolted when you did so. “Oh Johnny, you know you can tell me anything, I’m not gonna judge you or laugh at you.” Your voice had that same drawl and sweetness to it as it always did.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before Johnny put his arm on the armrest of your couch, his hand covering his eyes as he finally spoke. “It was about you-us.” You removed your hand from his thigh quickly, he slightly flinched; he had hoped that you didn’t do that. “U-Us? What do you mean?” “You and I were together.” Every word Johnny said, his tan skin got more and more red. “Like, we were a couple?” Johnny loved your whimsy, but at this point he thought you were plain dumb. “Yes-well, I don’t know.” You tilted your head at him, “Johnny, you gotta start making some sense, man.” He balled his fists together and with his eyes scrunched up, he finally let it all out, “We slept together, okay?? You were doin’ stuff to me I ain’t ever done before and I loved it because I love you and I want to be with you!!” It was dead silent apart from Johnny’s ragged breathing and your breath hitching. Johnny didn’t dare open his eyes, he wishes he did though because he felt the sides of his jean jacket being pulled and in a split second, warm lips touched his cold, chapped ones.

Soon, there was a tongue licking his bottom lip, begging for entry. He didn’t dare open his eyes, for fear this too was a dream. He did however, open his mouth as the taste of strawberry invaded; he reached his hands out blindly until he felt your soft hair as he wrangled his fingers in it. The two of you pulled away to catch a breath as he finally opened his eyes and realized it was still happening; this was all real. Your e/c eyes staring right into him, it was like you could see through his soul, time slowed for a moment before it sped back up full speed as he watch you drop to your knees in front of him. Johnny felt his breathing get shallow as you reached for his zipper before looking up. “Are you….okay with this?” Without answering, Johnny undid his zipper and pulled his pants slightly down, leaving him in his boxers. When you pulled his boxers down, suddenly it was your turn to get nervous. You turned bright red at the sight of his fully erect cock; beads of precum leaked from the top. Using the precum as a lubricant, you worked your hand up and down his hard shaft, for a guy with his build, he sure was well endowed.

Never having received touch like this, Johnny was overcome with pleasure as he tilted his head back and soft moans and praise began to spew from his mouth, “Hell, y-you sure are good at this.” The pure sight of it made you wet. With your free hand, you started working your fingers in a circle on your cunt. Seeing you work yourself like that made Johnny buck his hips. Feeling more confident, you let go of his cock in exchange for your mouth, you held the base of his erect dick before you held the tip up to your mouth.

“Look at me, Johnny Cade, watch me take all of your big cock in my mouth” Just the words rolling off your tongue made Johnny shiver. Your tongue made a few swirls around the tip of his dick before you went all in, you had no clue where this new found confidence came from, but she liked it; boy, Johnny liked it too. He thought a handjob felt good? this felt like heaven. His hands instinctively grabbed two handfuls of your hair as he bucked his hips in your mouth, you gagged slightly as his dick hit the back of your throat, but it felt good-so good. His moans slowly got louder as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat. “Oh f-fuck! just like that baby, jus-“ his words trailed off as they were replaced with more moans, both of them knew he was going to cum soon. You closed your eyes, prepared for it but, it never came. Instead, using the two handfuls of hair Johnny had of you, he pulled your head back, his now wet cock slapping against his stomach. “A-are you okay, Johnny?” You questioned, saliva coating your chin. He gently grabbed your shoulders as he stood you up and took his boxers and pants completely off, he then followed you by standing up.

Johnny pulled you by your shirt to your bedroom, where he shut the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed. A low voice you’d never heard from Johnny before came out. “I’m okay, baby. Now, it’s your turn.”

He wasted no time before taking off the skimpy little tank top you had on, leaving your breasts to spill out of them. His mouth went to one nipple as his hand worked the other one. Your back immediately arched as you let out little moans. He let go of your nipples only to say, “Lift your hips for me baby.” You obliged without question, you were now completely naked to him, free for him to do anything he pleased. His breath hitched as he looked at your soft body, the shy part of him coming back out for a moment. “God, you’re so beautiful, where have you been all my life?” Before you could answer, Johnny strips of the rest of his clothing and moves his body down to your wet pussy. His mouth is watering as he licks his lips. “May I?” You didn’t give it a second thought before nodding and before you knew it, Johnny’s tongue worked its way to your clit. The feeling immediately made you gasp, it was now your turn to grab a head full of hair. Johnny let his tongue work all over you, the taste of you was something he had never had before, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He grabbed your thighs as you subconsciously squirmed away from his lapping, pulling you closer to him. Every flick of his tongue brought you closer to the edge, it was only when he started sucking your being did it get really hard to not cum. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” His praise falls on deaf ears as the only thing you can focus on is the way his tongue laps your clit in all the best ways. Johnny decides to get a little confident by slipping two fingers in your already slick pussy. Feeling you wrap around his fingers made him wonder how his dick was ever survive your walls. More of your moans filled the room; it was like music to Johnny’s ears. “Oh-oh Johnny, if you keep going like that i’m gonna-“ You didn’t even have to finish your sentence before Johnny spoke again. “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me, cum all over my fingers and face, i want to taste every last bit of you.” With a few more swift motions of his tongue and fingers, you felt yourself go over the edge and orgasm, you pulled Johnny’s hair as your back arched; your pussy clenching around his fingers. “Oh f-f-fuck! Johnny!”

You barely had time to recover from your high before you see Johnny get up from his position as he puts himself right between your legs. He holds his still erect cock in his hand as he swipes it up and down your slit, the sensation making you both shiver. “A-are you okay? do you need me to stop? because i can stop if you-“ Johnny’s shy side comes out for a second before you press your finger to his lips. “Please, Johnny, just fuck me.” That was all he needed to hear; he quickly positions himself to your entrance before slowly pushing into you, inch by inch. You grab the bed sheets as he stretches your pussy out, his moans almost drowned out yours. When he’s all the way in, he pauses for a moment. You think he stopped for you, “Johnny, baby, i’m okay.” He shakes his head, “N-no, i’m stoppin’ f’ me. if i move im going to cum everywhere.” After a few seconds, Johnny finds it in himself to start thrusting his hips, starting off slowly, he knows you’re barely getting used to his cock. “Fuck, baby, your pussy’s so tight.” The two of you moan in tandem as you can hear his balls slap against your bare ass. Johnny keeps a steady rhythm going for quite some time. You craved more-you needed more. “P-Please! fuck me harder!” Without hesitation, Johnny grabbed both of your legs and put them on his shoulders, holding them in place with both of his arms, he leaned forward as he picked up pace and strength. How so much power fit in that little body, you’ll never know. With the way he leaned you back, he was hitting your G-spot, over, and over, and over again. He felt it too. “Fuck, Johnny! you’re hitting my womb so good, p-please, fill me up!” You begged as words spewed out of your mouth. Seeing how good he was making you feel was pushing Johnny over the edge. With a few more hard thrusts to your core, Johnny felt both of you cum at the same time, he had to let go of your leg so one of his hands could grab your bed frame for support. Both of your loans were so loud, the pure pleasure overtaking both of you. Johnny watched you spasm on his cock beneath him, your breathing heavy as you thanked him over and over again. He slowly pulled out as he flopped down beside you. “That was s-so good.” You could only nod your head as Johnny moved a piece of sweaty hair away from your face.

…….

“So….are your parents gonna be here tomorrow?”

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Ahhh! thank you sm for reading my first fic! i hope it was okay.

[lmxpsuedonym]

[amid-fandoms]

i was out but i am so back and locked in rn

[metropolisblue]

?????

[gorgeousmanfounddeadinacroptop]

when the bookstore owner says "you look like that singer" does he mean nunew or nukuea?

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hope you guys like ponies

[thehungarythrophy]

is this what the kids these days call boyfriend material ?

[constellarcreator]

New horse because my MLP spinterest will never ever die

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