#Raw next question

[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

[arabellas]

PAUL MESCAL Saturday Night Live

[altotos]

valentine slashersss

I love I love I love ^_^

[st4rgiirll]

secret admirer

s2!rafe cameron x perv!stalker!pogue!reader

creds to: roseraris for dividers!

warnings: underwear stealing, piv, unprotected sex, watching rafe jerk off (mention), fingering, face slapping, pussy slapping (hand and dick), teasing, blowjob, cum eating.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗬! 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

you sat in a tree, hidden by the leaves and branches, peering into rafe's bedroom. it was like clockwork; every night at 9:00 pm, rafe would undress for his shower after working out, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.

your heart raced as you watched rafe peel off his shirt, revealing a taut set of abs that practically glistened in the low light. they were so close they could almost taste the salt on his skin.

this had become an addiction for you.

you couldn't help yourself; ever since you'd laid eyes on rafe cameron knew you had to have him. you watched him day after day, heat pooling in your panties as you did, sometimes when he was gone you’d steal a pair of his boxers. for safe keeping.

sometimes, on the off chance, you’d end up staying long enough to watch as he jerked off. you couldnt hear him through the window, but god you wished you could. his faces were just picturesque, it made your clit throb.

when he headed into the bathroom, thats when you striked. you opened his window, crawling in and immediately heading to his dirty laundry. your found them, his boxers. you took them from his pile and undone your backpack.

the bathroom door swung open, and you were mortified. half his boxers already in your bag, you looked up at him.

his eyes caught yours, and you were now bright red

“what the fuck?” rafe questioned, a bit creeped out but he couldnt help the way his shorts tightened.

“i- uh- i can explain-!” you stammer.

“what? that you were being a little perv? stealing my fucking underwear?” he huffs.

you looked down and your eyes didnt leave the floor when you stood up from your kneeling position, you couldnt bare to face him.

“so, why the fuck are you stealing my underwear, pogue? like a little perv.”

“w-well… i-i just- uhm..” you were so embarrassed.

“i-i-i,” he pouted mockingly. “god, you’re pathetic.”

you stayed silent, what were you supposed to say? ‘oh yeah i find you hot and want to get bent over and fucked brutally by you but i know i cant have you’ absolutely not.

“what? you cant find a guy to fuck you good so you gotta resort to stealin’ my boxers now?” he rolled his eyes at your lack of response.

“what about your little pogue boyfriends? huh? jj, john b? they not like you anymore? hm, probably not. too much of a whore for them, right?”

”i-im sorry, i-im so s-sorry rafe..” you apologize profusely, your eyes brimming with tears. “p-please, it was a mistake! i-i’ll return them all, i promise, just dont tell anyone!”

“i should,” he hums. “i really should. but i wont.”

“really?” you ask, hope blooming in your chest.

“yeah, i guess… for a price, of course.” he smirks, the smirk that tells you he’s up to no good.

there it was, the kicker. you knew you’d regret this but you couldnt have anyone know about this, especially the other pogues.

and that’s how you found yourself on his bed, his fingers plunging in and out of your cunt. you were a moaning mess, the force behind his fingers was brutal, bordering painful.

“f-fuck rafe!” you moan.

“yeah? you like that? ‘course you do, dirty whore.” he degrades, pulling his fingers from your dripping cunt.

he sucks on his fingers, humming at the sweet taste before grabbing ahold of your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. he raises his hand and leaves a sharp slap on your pussy, making you squeak from pleasure, pain, and surprise.

“that’s what you get for being a dirty whore, for stealin’ my underwear.” he grunts, landing another smack to your pussy.

you writhe under the force, legs instinctively closing. his hands forcefully push your legs back open.

“don’t make me tie these pretty legs open.” he growls, his tone aggressive. “what do you do with my boxers, hm? wear ‘em? sniff ‘em? wouldnt put it past you.”

another smack.

“i asked you a fucking question, pogue.” he spat.

“i-i wear them…” you whine. “t-to bed, sometimes i’ll wear them… while i rub my pussy…”

“oh, baby…” he groans, his head lolling back as if he got pleasure from your words.

“get up.” he snaps, pulling you up.

“on your knees.” he sits on his bed, you kneel between his legs.

you open your mouth wide, eager for his cock. you’d dreamed about this so much, it made you so wet.

“you really want this huh?” he chuckles, tapping his cock on your tongue.

you wrap your lips around his length, practically salivating at the feel and weight. you hum, taking him deep in your throat before gagging and pulling off.

he growls, grabbing your hair and pistoning his hips forward. his tip bullys the back of your throat, making you gag each time it hit. you were gagging, but you loved it, being used by him. saliva seeped from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto your tits.

“oh f-fuuuck… just like that baby, oh fuck… im cumming…” he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

it wasnt long before his hips stuttered and you felt his warm cum paint your oesophagus before he pulled out, you swallowed it and opened your mouth wide, showing him proof that you swallowed.

“good girl.” he hums, slapping your face a couple times before lifting you up onto the bed once more.

he strokes his cock a couple times to harden it again, before he’s guiding it down to your pussy. he rubs it up and down your slit, swirling the tip around your clit as you moaned pathetically.

he slaps his cock onto your clit a couple times, watching as your body jerked, before he slipped his cock in. he didnt let you adjust before he was pounding the soul out of you.

“o-oh yeah, fuck baby… pussy so tight…” he grunts, pounding your poor cunt into oblivion.

“rafe! oh god, t-thank you, thank you rafe.” you babble. “so good, so so so good.”

“yeah? so good? of course it is baby, you got rafe’s cock in you. pounding your little cunt, you hear her?” he hums, letting you hear the crude squelching of your arousal.

“yeah, she loves this cock, doesnt she?” all you could do was nod pathetically.

the bed repeatedly hit the wall, in time with his thrusts, he didnt seem to care. muttering something like ‘let everyone hear how good rafe treats you’ and god it made your pussy clench around him.

“fuuuck, do that again..” he moans, his hand pulling your legs up to rest on his shoulders as he drilled into you.

you were so fucking close, your pussy was spasming around his cock. “ray.. fuck ray, i-im gonna…”

“use your words, pretty.” he says softly, kissing from your ankle down to your mid calf and back again.

“‘m gonna cum…” you moan, the sound high-pitched.

“oh yeah? my pussy’s gonna cum all over my cock, is she? yeah, she is baby.” he smirks, reaching between you as he thrusts into your pussy and he rubs your clit.

that’s all it took for your release to engulf you, letting out a loud, scream-like moan as you came. his own hips stuttered and he released his seed deep in your cunt, you swear you felt it hit your cervix.

without wasting any time, he picks your panties from the floor and puts them back on you to let you sit in a pool of your shared cum.

“let this be a lesson, dont perv over me princess. i wont be as kind next time.” he smirks.

he slaps your panty-covered pussy, hearing the lewd squelch of your mixed release. he then walks into his bathroom to have his shower, like originally planned.

[sanan4s]

need that so bad

[pedgito]

AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON as SERGEI KRAVINOFF Kraven (2024), dir. J. C. Chandor

[sniffystink]

quick lil thing

[bengals-barnesbabe]

An idea for the thank you TikTok/text series could be the “raw” trend, he’d be so confused if he had absolutely no context

Nasty Girl ~ Epilogue

joe burrow x gf!reader

TW: 18+ | language, implied smut, clueless joe, thirsty reader, it’s nasty, oh and Beyonce song references.

“Thank You TikTok” | Main Masterlist

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

a/n: I was forced to do this :| not really, but this is the last one

[connorsui]

The water's getting colder let me in your ocean-

-swim

[steph-lynx]

ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆Kirammountains☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

[nutsackx]

since you did twobit….cann you please do a Darry page? i have to draw him for an art trade and I’m STRUGGLING

@crow2222 for being the biggest Darry fan

hc that the Curtis brothers look almost nothing alike because it’s funny

[cherryfrosted]

he looked at that photo and thought „the hoes gon looooove this“

and he was right

[girldeadsworld]

RAW NEXT QUESTION- He has absolutely no fucking right to be THIS fine

[jaehyum]

pedro pascal -> jimmy kimmel 250324

[saturlvrs]

Rainy Day In

Description: A rainy day is best with your husband; besides lying around, there are other things to do. Venus enjoys days in ;)

tags: stormy day smut, male whimpering?, husband worship, loving relationship, consensual, comfort smut

Bo Chow X OC!!

(1.5k words)

It was a rainy day in Clarksdale. Most stores and restaurants would remain open, but a storm was headed this way. Business owners were upset they weren't receiving any profit for now, but Venus was happy. Not for the destruction the storm would bring, but instead the time she’d get to spend with her husband. She’d finally get some time with Bo for the first time in a few weeks. 

She loved her husband dearly, but the amount of time he worked in a week was insane. Everyone knew Bo was a hard worker; his wife saw it most. He’d be so exhausted by the end of the week that he'd be struggling to open on weekdays. Venus was glad he had a chance to relax. She’d make sure of it, and burnout wasn’t an option.  

Rain was pelted onto the Chows’ windows when Venus awoke. As she slowly opened her eyes, she realized there was no sun outside. Even from behind the curtains, she could see dark grey clouds that decorated the sky. ‘Right the storm,’ she thought as she looked next to her. It was weird having her husband asleep, lying next to her at this time. Bo would already be up and out of the door. It was nice seeing how peaceful he looked when asleep. She watched as Bo’s chest rose as he took deep breaths. He had a slight snore but wasn’t too loud to wake Venus. She slept through everything.

Venus brushed his tornado of hair out of his face. Her touch was ever so gentle, not to wake him. As she pulled her hand away, Bo flinched, his eyes open. He turned to look over at his wife, feeling that something was wrong. “Baby?” his groggy voice interrupted the silence in the room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe the tiredness out of them. 

“Go back to sleep, I was just tryna move your hair,” Venus whispered, cuddling into his side. Bo immediately wrapped his arm around her. His body heat warmed her up as she continued to lean into him. She lay her head on his chest, listening to his heart beating. His heart was pounding fast, making Venus sit up.

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes shook with concern 

Bo tiredly responded, “You scared me, thought something happened to you.” 

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up,” Venus apologized as she lay back down next to him. Even though tired, Bo still tried to protect her. She planted a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s fine,” he yawns. “I’m already up, don’t matter now,” Bo tried to get up, but Venus kept him down. In a swift motion, Venus was now on top of Bo, sitting on top of her shirtless husband. Bo’s hands comfortably rubbing up and down Venus’s sides, feeling along her curves. “Baby, don’t you think it's  early to be jumping bones?” Bo chuckled softly, looking up at his wife. Bo thanked God every day for his wife. 

Bo raises his hand to her face, pulling down for a kiss. As their lips interlocked, Venus began creating friction below her. Bo noticed, breaking from the kiss. “Baby?” Bo paused, looking down and back up, “You tryna jump my bones?” He asked as a joke, but Venus nodded back. She leaned down to Bo’s ear, whispering, “Let me help you go back to sleep, promise”. There was no point in whispering since they were the only two in the room, but she did like giving Bo goosebumps. 

Bo looked up at her in amazement, but that amazement turned into worry. “You don’t have to, it’s early.” He tried lifting her off of him, “I’ll just go back to sleep, don’t worry.” 

Venus didn’t budge, sitting still. “Baby, I want to, can I just help you?” She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to convince him to let go. Silence was now upon them as Bo stared up at his wife. She had a look of excitement in her eyes and a loving smile. Bo couldn’t say no to that face. With a fake sigh, Bo agreed, “Fine,” he smiled, “Help me go back to sleep as you say.” 

That was the green light she needed. Sparing a few more seconds gazing into Bo’s eyes, Venus kissed him. Their lips moved in a synchronized manner, never letting go. Bo took the initiative to begin with, lightly swirling his tongue around hers. A quiet moan was heard from Venus as Bo's kisses began to trail along her neck. Venus stops him, pulling back, “What’s wrong? I hurt you?” he asked, concerned

Venus lets out a chuckle, “No, baby, I just want this to be for you.” She leans down to his neck and begins to kiss down. “Let me take care of you”. 

That’s all it takes for Bo to let go. 

All Bo can feel is a plush feeling of lips kissing down his body. Her lips reached all over his abdomen, even taking a nibble on his nipples, which made Bo jolt. She apologized with a smile before making her way down to Bo’s underwear. She admires her husband before pulling down his underwear. 

Bo let out a moan when his cock hit the cold air of the room. Venus smiles before she plays with his tip. Her thumb runs along the slit, watching the precum trickle down. A hungry grin is evident on her face as she looks up at her husband. Bo’s eyes are closed as a low moan comes out of his mouth. 

“Bo?” he doesn’t respond, “Bo? I want you to watch me”. She curled her fingers around him, watching how his skin moved with every stroke — exposing the head of his cock. Bo gave out a sharp inhale. Sensitive, just how Venus liked. 

Venus then paused for a second, looking up at her husband. Bo’s eyes were now open, watching her every move. In his mind, he was begging for her to keep touching him. “You want me to keep goin’?” She teased as her hand caressed his waist. 

Bo nodded desperately to keep her touch. “Please,” he responded weakly. Venus nodded as she gave him one last kiss before moving off his lap. She moved to the bottom to get a better taste. Moving closer, she realized it’s been so long since she’s done this. Better make it worth it. 

With no warning, she places his tip in her mouth. She begins to suckle down his length. She couldn’t reach the base without choking, which pulled her back. Bo was releasing quiet words that Venus couldn’t quite hear. The rest of his length was held with her hand as she continued to devour him. Saliva now was a part of Bo’s cock, glistening with love. Venus felt good watching her husband fall apart in front of her. It felt like a reward as she was finally able to get him to relax. 

Bo’s once quiet moans turn into guttural moans. He rolls his hips as his hands claw for something to grab onto. It felt like a warm heat engulfed him; he couldn’t get enough. Bo lifted his head in pleasure, “Venus..” he whimpered for more.

Venus didn’t respond, just continuing to suck along his cock. Bo began to wildly move his hips in pleasure. Felt like he was going to erupt all over her. 

A chuckle came from the edge of the bed as Venus watched him turn into a mess. Did she look like that? 

“Fuck… Venus,” he grunted out as his hand lightly touched her head. He pushed her head down to take more of him. A choking sound could be heard as she deepthroated his cock. Mounds of saliva filled the sides of her mouth and began to leak out. 

Bo carefully grabs her head and begins moving faster, “You can take it,” to which he receives a slew of hums from Venus. She was having the time of her life, pleasing her husband, which was all she wanted to do at that moment. 

Bo began to tense up and feel a certain pressure in his abdomen. He tried moving Venus off of him, but she didn’t move. She was going to make him cum. 

His head turned to the ceiling as he moaned in pleasure — every part of his body trembled. “Venus,” he hissed, still holding her head as she moved independently. “I’m-” he couldn’t even finish before his body jerked with an orgasm. 

Venus looked up, seeing Bo’s eyes tightly shut as he came. Not even a second later, he came with a grunt, thick and white, spilling all in her mouth. Some dripped from the sides of her mouth. She made sure to clean it all off, even licking clean her fingers that had some left on them. Her husband panted heavily as he came off his high. 

His abdomen finally untensed, and he finally opened his eyes. Bo’s vision was a bit blurry, but he still managed to speak, “That was amazing,” he paused, “Thank you, baby.” 

Venus got up from the edge of the bed and crawled her way back up. “I told you I’d take care of you.” Bo nodded, feeling taken care of. “I believe you.” 

He exhaustedly pulled her into a kiss, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you more.” 

The end

Uhm, that was my first time writing smut.. I feel like I did okay, I think, hopefully :)  This is going to be the start of a series between Bo Chow and my OC. This is my first time writing on here, hope you liked it!!. 

[groboart]

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