#joaquín torres reader insert

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Hiii!!! Absolutely love your Joaquin fics rn!! Could you write a Joaquin x fem!reader, who has captain marvels powers? Or atleast very similar. Maybe it takes places during the celestial fight during new world order, and maybe also the aftermath?

No Strings Attached | Joaquin Torres x Avenger!reader

Summary; you had an agreement, a simple arrangement, but feelings are always inevitable in these things

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warning: Smut! 18+ Only! PinV, oral (female receiving), a little dirty talk

A/N: So I’m doing the double today. How very efficient of me. Also I recall a wish for the shower scene I wrote the other day to have turned into something spicy so I figured I’d deliver under this ask. Enjoy.

You didn’t have the time or focus for a relationship and neither did Joaquin. You didn’t even live in the same state. But both working with Avengers on Avengers level missions, you often ran into each other and ended up working with one another every few months or so. And on the occasions when that did happen, you both had found a great way to let off a little bit of steam post mission.

The second he found out his latest mission was going to be in your neck of the woods he couldn’t wait. It took all of his concentration to stay focused on the mission at hand and not on finally getting his dick wet later.

He was chasing down the bogey when your voice came through his comms. “Yo Torres, want an assist?”

He shook his head as he smiled to himself. Although it had been his mission, being in your city meant it was only a matter of time before you got involved. “I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show.” he said as he looked to his right and you pulled alongside him. Where he needed a whole suit and fancy gear to fly, you had cosmic powers that literally blasted you through the air like a rocket.

“What can I say? I was busy,” you threw back.

“Doing what?” he asked.

“Cancelling my plans for the evening,” you smiled at him with a knowing wink.

“Falcon, we’ve got two more missiles incoming,” a controlled male voice cut through the comm link to you both.

“I’ll get these two,” you said, indicating to the ones you were both currently chasing, “you get the other two.”

“Alright.” he agreed before he began to bank left and turn back toward the direction of the other two missiles.

Chasing down missiles was routine for you at this point. You angled your head forward, your arms pushing back to your sides as you put on another burst of speed to catch up to the missile on the right, coming up beneath it. You quickly began to guide it towards the direction of its companion and the two collided in mid air in a firey blast.

“How you doing back there feathers?” You asked through the comms, coming to a stop and hovering mid air as you sought out the flash of green against the blue sky that would indicate where he was.

“They’re splitting off.” he grunted down the comms as he tried to fight with one of the missiles, willing it to change course and drop down into the sea.

“I’m on it.” you said, spotting the stray missile in the distance. You raced for it but realised you weren’t going to make it in time. Instead you stopped and put all your effort into pushing a photon blast towards it, hoping to detonate it before it got too close to the ground. Your body jerked backwards with the force and you waited with baited breath for it to make contact.

3…2…1! Your arm came up to shield your face as you were knocked backwards by the blast but you quickly caught yourself again.

“Is that all of them?” you asked?

There was a pause before the other male voice from before came through the comms to tell you both that Cap had got things back under control on the ground and you could both stand down.

“Just another day at the office, huh?” you said to Joaquin as he came up alongside you again.

“Yeah, just another day at the office.” he agreed.

“At least I don’t have to do the paperwork on this one.” you taunted before you shot him a small salute and began to divert your course and head back home.

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It was nearly 9pm by the time he arrived. You’d been able to eat, tidy up, shower and even catch a couple episodes of the latest tv show you were binging. The second you opened the door to your appartment and let him in, he was on you.

“Is it weird if I say I missed you,” he panted between kisses and you pulled him inside and he kicked the door closed behind him.

“You mean your dick missed me,” you joked as you ripped the open checked button down off of his shoulders and he quickly slipped his arms out of it, not wanting to waste any time.

“Yeah, that too,” he said as his mouth tried to keep up with you as you guided him down the hallway to the open kitchen living room. “Dios mio eres hemosa,” he muttered to himself as you reached to pull your T-shirt up over your head and threw it across the room.

“Look you want to keep talking or do you want to fuck me? Your call Torres.” you panted as you tried to keep things moving along.

He quickly lifted his white T-shirt off over his head and exposed his golden skin to you.

“Someone’s been working out,” you commented as you took in his abs.

“Now who’s talking,” he grinned as he quickly closed the gap between you again, his hands threading into the hair behind your heads as he smashed his lips back into yours.

You couldn't help but moan against his lips as you felt him push his body up against you, his dick already growing hard and pushing against the zipper of his jeans. You both almost tripped over the arm of the sofa as you blindly tried to move back towards your bedroom, your hands completely lost as they frantically moved across one another’s skin.

“Uhg, fuck this,” he groaned, lifting you by the back of your thighs and slamming your back down into the couch cushions, his fingers scrambling to pull down your sweats and underwear before he dived headfirst between your legs.

You immediately began to whimper as his tongue carded through your folds, flicking hungrily at your sensitive clit. Your fingers tangled into his hair encouragingly as you tipped your head back, your eyes closing as you focused only on the feeling of his tongue against your cunt.

“Oh Joaquin, fuck,” you panted as you felt your muscles already beginning to tingle and grow tight.

He hummed happily into your pussy as he ate you out, your praise and whimpers like music to his ears as you squirmed beneath him. He was leaning over the arm of the chair to be at the right angle and he reached to undo the button and zipper on his jeans to alleviate some of the pressure from his erection, shifting his junk in his pants before he moved that hand back up towards your entrance. His slid two fingers inside you with ease, the tips of them curling in a come hither motion that had you practically writhing beneath him, desperate for release.

“Come on baby, just let go. Vamos bebe, dámelo.” he said huskily and you practically screamed as your climax took over you, soaking his fingers and tongue.

“Ahí está. Esa es mi chica.” His words always made you delirious. Always left you in a haze. And for just a little time you could imagine and play pretend. For those couple hours you were with him, you were his girl. And he was yours.

You quickly pushed him back off you so you could slam your mouth against his again, your tongue lapping your juices from his lips.

“God, you’re a fucking dream,” he praised and once again his words went straight to your head.

“Where do you want to do it? Here, or in the bedroom?” you asked him.

“How about here, then in the bedroom. Then in the shower, on the kitchen counter,” he listed off as your lips began to mark a hungry trail down the side of his neck, your hand moving to palm at his length as he fought to rid himself of his jeans.

“Sounds like a plan,” you panted, wanting to make the most of the limited time you had together, “How long do we have?”

“My flight leaves at 8am.” he said.

“Then, I guess we best get moving then,” you encouraged him.

“You still on the-“

“Yep,” you quickly responded, desperate to finally feel him inside you again after months of just playing with yourself and your magic wand.

“And you haven’t?”

“Nope.” You replied just as quickly. He always asked the same questions just to check in on the off chance anything had changed, but there was no one else other than Joaquin. That’s why you had started sleeping with him in the first place. No strings. No complications. Just really good sex. “What about you? Have you?”

“No.” he quickly said, but there was a flash of something in his eyes that said there was more to that answer than he really wanted you to know. “Okay, enough talking,” he panted as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the end of the sofa, tilting you up at just the right angle and lining himself up, before teasing his way inside. You both let out a deep moan as he began to fill you up, your mouth hanging open as his brow furrowed in concentration, not wanting to blow his load before he had even begun.

You were always so wet for him. So warm and welcoming. Fucking you felt like coming home and that scared Joaquin. No strings, that was what you both agreed, but he knew he was failing. Knew every time he saw you, every time you hooked up, he grew a little more attached to you. He’d wake the next morning and struggle to leave. He’d lay awake after a long day back home, just wondering what you were doing. If you thought of him in the same way. Sometimes he even thought about just buying a plane ticket and showing up on your door. Not even to have sex, but just watch tv and cuddle up on your sofa. To hear you laugh. To be with you when you wanted to cry.

“Oh shit,” he grunted as he continued to thrust into you, the realisation hitting him as his eyes locked onto yours, He was completely and utterly in love with you and he knew all it would take would be one more orgasm together and he would be completely and utterly yours.

You saw how the look on his face changed. You knew exactly what it meant too. “Say it,” you said to him as his eyes moved from your face to where your two bodies met, willing himself to make it less personal again. If he just focussed on that angle he could pretend he was watching porn. Detach himself from the act just long enough to get through this.

“Say it,” you demanded, but he shook his head. “Joaquin!” you said firmly, forcing him to look into your eyes again. “Say it,” you said again more softly and that’s when he saw it. The same feeling reflected in your eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

“Fuck,” you squeaked as he hit that sensitive spot inside you just right, “I love you too,” you panted, finally allowing yourself to admit to yourself and him what you’d known for a while now. “I love you too.” You breathed.

He practically growled in hunger at your words, his hips picking up pace as he became desperate to make you cum again. His girl. His only one. His thumb reached to rub circles over your clit. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, especially with the way you were looking at him and he needed you to finish with him. “Vamos baby,” he began to encourage his words husky, “necesito que te corras para mí.”

Your body began to tense under his ministration, your muscles bearing down in anticipation. You could see the concentration on his face, the effort to not blow his load just yet. Not before he had made you cum one more time this round.

You moved your fingers down to circle your clit, replacing his own fingers to speed the process along just that little bit quicker. “That’s it baby, so beautiful. That’s my girl,” he encouraged until you were able to let go.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, your fingers reaching to grip tightly onto his biceps and ground you as he continued to pump himself into your sensitive cunt once, twice, three times more until he stilled, his chest heaving as his body fell forward. His arms just about caught him, propping himself up before he collapsed on you completely as he filled you up.

You sighed as you breathed heavily and tried to regulate yourself. “Uhhhgg, so much for no strings attached.” you finally said when you didn’t feel like your heart was going to lurch out of your chest anymore.

“Yeah,” he chuckled and agreed, his head turning so he could look you in the eyes once again. “So much for no strings attached.” he repeated, before you both began to laugh.

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In a Heartbeat

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

4k words

she saves someone, and joaquin saves her.

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note: i wrote this with my oc in mind that i plan to write more about, but i wanted it to be read as a reader insert as well! let me know what you think :)

She had been living in Washington DC for a little over a year now. She moved there for grad school, and some of the excitement had yet to wear off still. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, with all of the good schools nearby and all of the things to do and learn in the capital. It seemed like a busy enough place to never be bored, which was exactly what she wanted. It really had seemed like a smart idea, especially since she hadn’t had any problems since moving there.

Until she did.

She was out with her roommate after classes had ended for the day, enjoying the warm spring day and simply happy to be people watching as they hung out. It had quickly become one of her favorite things since moving there, something she shared with her roommate, Jasmine. She was always glad she and Jazzy got along so well and liked spending time together, often spending time just being out and about like today. 

Jazzy was showing her a small outdoor shopping district just outside of a park. It must’ve been really popular because it was packed with people. People were out walking their dogs, parents were out shopping with their kids, couples and friends were on dates and lounging on the grassy areas. Music was coming from the open doors of one of the stores, loud enough to carry even as you walked away from it. Something smelled good, like fresh bread and cinnamon sugar, and she wanted to follow her nose to figure out where it was coming from. There was a warm breeze that made her shiver whenever they walked in the shade, so she pulled Jazzy away to make sure they stayed in the sun. A few kids ran past them playing tag. It made her smile, she hoped they were having fun. 

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed a bit of commotion going on. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but it was progressively getting louder. From the looks of it, she wasn’t the only one who had noticed as many of the people nearby were looking around as well. It continued to grow louder and louder until she spotted a large group of people running in their direction, all shouting and screaming to get away. A ways behind them, she spotted a group of big looking men in scary looking masks carrying scary looking weapons, all running after them with their weapons pointed forward. Before she could think about how cliche that sounded, she knew they had to get away first. Many people around them were coming to the same conclusion as they all began turning tail and running. She and Jazzy shared a look of understanding before following suit.

As everyone kept running away and the noise was getting louder, another noise caught her attention above all the commotion. She could just barely hear a small voice calling for help, but it was loud enough to get her to stop running. Her head whipped around trying to find whoever it was, wherever it was coming from. Her eyes landed on a little girl sitting on the ground holding a little boy, and even from her distance she could see they were crying.

“MOMMY!” the little girl kept shouting, tears running down her face as she tried to pull the little boy up with her. They had to be brother and sister. She sounded terrified.

She took off before she could think about what she was doing. She could vaguely hear Jazzy calling after her, trying to get her to turn around and come back, but she couldn’t. The only thing on her mind was getting to those kids before they could get hurt. She wouldn’t let that happen.

She slid to a stop and knelt down next to the kids when she got to them, unconcerned about the fact that she tore a hole in her jeans by doing so, nor the bruises and scrapes she no doubt would have on her knees either. The little girl, maybe seven or eight, kept pulling on her brother’s arm trying to get him to move, but he was sat on the ground firmly, bawling his eyes out and refusing to move. She knew he couldn’t have been older than three years old. 

She looked around for anyone who could have been their mother, anyone willing to help, but everyone was running in the opposite direction. She turned her head to see the group of men getting closer and closer, and they were gaining fast. She was the only one around.

“I need to get you out of here,” she said, turning back to the two kids, voice urgent. “I’ll get you back to your mom, I promise.”

She tried to pick up the little boy, who immediately started shouting and fighting when she did so. He was on the verge of a full-blown breakdown, determined to stay exactly where he was no matter what she did. 

“He won’t let anyone but mom pick him up,” the little girl cried, “but I don’t know where mommy is!”

Seeing how frightened they were broke her heart. There was no getting them to move if she couldn’t pick the little boy up, but she couldn’t just leave them. She wouldn’t. She didn’t know what to do, and she was struggling to come up with something fast enough. With another glance over her shoulder, she realized she was out of time. They were too close now, seconds away and coming right towards them. 

“Hold onto him, and don’t let go!” she ordered the girl. Once the girl did as she said, she grabbed both of the kids and held them to her chest, making sure neither of them would get hit as she awaited the inevitable first—and what she expected to be the final—blow to hit. 

She felt a strong gust of air rush over her head, and at the sound of a fight right behind her, she held on tighter to the kids in her arms. She knew this was it. In a heartbeat, it’d be finished. She’d be finished. 

“Are you okay?”

The voice was closer than she expected, making her jump, but it sounded genuinely concerned. Chancing a glance behind her, she was met with a pair of soft brown eyes. 

She looked past the man to see what was going on, only just noticing that the commotion had stopped, and she could see that the group of men were all lying on the ground unconscious with a man holding a shield standing above them. Everyone knew who Captain America was, but she never expected to come across him herself. Knowing that the kids would be safe now, she looked back to the man in front of her and was shocked to see he had a pair of wings on his back. The Falcon. They were positioned in a way that was meant to shield them from any danger. 

She finally looked back at the Falcon. His eyes hadn’t left her the entire time, and he stayed put in front of them, as if he wanted to make sure nothing could happen to them even with the threat gone. 

Instead of answering the man, she turned back to the kids in her arms. They were still crying and scared, she knew they would be, but at least she knew they would be safe now. She scanned over them for any injuries, and once she knew they were unharmed, she cupped the little girl’s face to get her attention. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay now. You’re safe,” she assured her, speaking softly to help her calm down a bit. She stroked her cheek to gently wipe away her tears. She felt her own heart beating out of her chest, but she couldn’t focus on that right now. “I’m gonna get you back to your mom now, okay? Let’s go find your mom.” 

She glanced back at the man behind her again, who still hadn’t moved, before she eased the kids up into standing. The weight of the situation was finally catching up to her, her head swimming as she tried her hardest to focus on getting the kids back to their mom before anything else. She kept looking between them and the man who saved them. Stuttering, she said, “I… I need-”

“MOMMY!” the little girl called, grabbing her brother’s hand and running to meet the woman who was running towards them. 

She watched as the older woman dropped to her knees to meet her children in an embrace, her own tears streaming down her face as she held her children to her chest. The woman began kissing all over their faces and on the tops of their heads, and the woman’s voice was just loud enough for her to hear her repeating my babies to the children in her arms.

She was walking towards the family before she knew what she was doing. Her knees were screaming at her causing her to limp slightly, but she didn’t care. She needed to make sure they would be okay. Once she was close enough, the woman looked up at her and a look of gratitude crossed her face. 

“Thank you,” the woman managed to say through her tears. “Thank you for protecting my babies.” For a moment, she thought the woman was talking to the Falcon, the one who actually had saved her kids, but the woman was looking at her. 

“You don’t…” she started, beginning to shake her head, but she knew it would be pointless. Instead, she said, “I’m just glad you and your kids are safe.” 

She watched them a few more moments before the woman gathered her kids up and hurried away from the scene. She couldn’t blame them, she wanted to do the same. 

She suddenly remembered the man who had saved them. The Falcon (she couldn’t get over it). She turned back towards him, and this time she really took him in. His wings had retracted back into his suit, thankfully, as they had been very distracting. He was tall without being towering. His skin looked warm and sun-kissed with sharp cheekbones that made her wonder what he looked like when he smiled. He had a head of short, curly black hair, and those soft brown eyes. Those eyes that were still watching, a strange gleam present that hadn’t been there before. 

She didn’t really know what to say, feeling awkward, but she didn’t need to. Before she could even thank him, he spoke instead.

“Are you okay?” he asked again. Something told her that he wouldn’t leave until he knew she was.

“I’m fine,” she finally answered. She didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but she still wasn’t able to focus on how she really felt. The kids were safe, their mother was safe, and as far as she was concerned, that’s all that mattered. And this man made sure of that. “Thank you.”

The man seemed to relax a bit at that, his shoulders losing some of their tension. He opened his mouth to say something else, but another voice cut in. 

“Torres! We gotta go, man!” 

It was Captain America who interrupted (which was something she never thought she’d experience), having just been talking with the police who she hadn’t noticed had arrived. They were hauling the men—masks gone and in handcuffs now—into the backs of the police cars. The hero was inspecting their weapons, clearly waiting for the other man—Torres, apparently—to join back up with him. Torres looked between the two of them, seeming conflicted. Before either of them could say anything, they were once again interrupted. 

The sound of Jazzy calling her name snapped her out of whatever was going on, and she turned to see her roommate running straight towards her. Before she could comprehend what was going on, Jazzy was grabbing her arm and pulling her away, determined to get them away from anything else that might happen. She looked back at the man, Torres, and called out another thank you! before she let her roommate lead her away from the scene. 

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In truth, she didn’t think she would ever see him again. Why would she? He was The Falcon, Captain America’s partner and a superhero in his own right. He had to have saved countless people all the time. He probably wasn’t even in DC anymore. There was no way she would see him again. 

But then she did. 

She volunteered at a local elementary school, and today they were taking the fifth graders down to the veterans rehabilitation center. They liked to decorate the walls with pictures and bring flowers for the veterans, wanting to try to brighten their days a bit and thank them for their service while doing so, and she liked being part of it as well. She couldn’t imagine what some of them have gone through, but she would sometimes sit in on the group sessions to try to understand more. It was why she made sure to take the kids there at least once every couple weeks.

“It was so nice seeing you and the kids again, sunshine!” the kind lady at the front desk said as she was getting them ready to leave. It was a nickname she had quickly picked up since they started going there, and it always made her laugh.

“Of course, Laura!” she replied. “I’m just glad they like coming down here as much as I do.”

Laura chuckled lowly. “Your visits always make everyones day. They may not say it often, but they appreciate it. More than you know.”

She smiled softly at that. “We try our best. We just want to show our respect and try to brighten things up for everyone, you know?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, hun. What you do with the kids and for everyone here, not many people would do it. We all appreciate everything you do around here. We appreciate you.”

She looked down bashfully at the older woman’s kind words. She never really knew what to say to that. Her eyes flicked back up to Laura. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bin. “I know you’ve been wanting to try Jazzy’s brownies.”

The wide grin that appeared on Laura’s face was enough for one to form on her’s as well. She nearly snatched the bin out of her hand, causing her to laugh. “You spoil me, sunshine!”

The two shared a few more words before she checked the time, knowing she needed to leave soon if she didn’t want the bus to leave without her. She said goodbye to Laura with a promise to be back the next week, and the other woman jokingly promised to be ready for more treats. With a wave and another smile to her friend, she began making her way to the front doors. She was in high spirits as she was preparing to leave, paying no mind to the man she passed on her way out until he called out to her. 

“Hey, it’s you!”

She almost didn’t stop, but when she looked around the area and saw it was mostly void of people, she figured it was her he was trying to get the attention of. When she stopped and turned around, her eyes widened when they met the same soft brown ones she first saw just the other day. 

“It’s you,” she repeated, not knowing what to say.

For a moment, she wondered how she could even miss him. Sure, he wasn’t wearing his suit or his wings and seemed, therefore, much less intimidating–not that he seemed intimidating in the first place, but he did save her life, and there’s just something about meeting a superhero face to face that makes a person feel overly self-aware. Without the suit on, you wouldn’t even assume he was a superhero, though in her head she was kicking herself because of course that was the point. He just seemed so normal, and she felt like she could pay more attention now that her life wasn’t on the line. He wore a dark green jacket over a black shirt and jeans, a pair of sunglasses hanging from one of the pockets. His shoulders filled out his jacket well, subtly showing off his built but lean muscles. Part of her wished she could remember what they looked like in his suit when they were more noticeable, and she mentally kicked herself again for thinking that about a complete stranger. His dark curls were styled simply and looked soft to the touch, and she was sure they were. 

Those eyes, though. Unlike before, his soft eyes were looking at her in pleasant surprise rather than concern, his lips quirking up in what was almost a smile. But that weird gleam she saw before was still there, and if anything, it was much more apparent than before.

It took her a few more seconds to realize neither one of them had said anything, her eyes glancing off to the side as her mind raced for something to say. He must’ve realized the same thing because his eyes widened suddenly, taking a step toward her once he knew he had her attention. 

“Sorry, um,” he began, searching for his words, “I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but I’m glad I did. How are you doing, after what happened?”

Her eyes widened slightly again, surprised by his words. “I-I’m doing fine,” she answered, but she wasn’t sure how much she believed herself. She added, “‘ve just been trying to get back to normal, is all.”

He seemed satisfied enough with her answer and started to nod, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

His words surprised her again. In a burst of confidence, she replied with, “Well, I did have someone to save me.”

His smile grew as he looked down sheepishly, and she thought she heard him say just doing my job under his breath. When he looked back up at her, she thought she liked seeing that gleam in his eyes, especially when he smiled. She thought happiness looked good on him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked gently, suddenly remembering where she still was. 

“Oh, I’m here to meet my partner,” he answered. “He helps out with the counseling sessions when he can. But I’ve got some information I need to discuss with Cap.”

Somehow, it didn’t surprise her to hear that about Captain America. In fact, it made her respect him even more for trying to help people on a more personal level, not just fighting as a superhero. Saving lives on all fronts, she was sure. But the way he talked about why he was there was just vague enough to pique her interest, and just telling enough for her to understand she shouldn’t pry. She was going to find a way to politely remove herself from the conversation, but he spoke again before she could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, repeating her own question. He cringed at the way it came out, so he quickly added, “I just mean, this is the last place I expected to see you. Are you in the military?”

She shook her head, nearly chuckling. “No, I’m not. The school I volunteer at brings some of the older students down here every few weeks. We like to bring flowers and write cards, you know, to try to show our respect and appreciation. Try to brighten up people’s days where we can.”

“You do all this?” He asked, gesturing toward the decorations on the walls and the flowers here and there. His eyes had widened in surprise again, and it was her turn to look down bashfully this time. 

“Not just me. It’s the kids, mostly, but I like to help out.”

He looked impressed, and something about the look on his face and those damn eyes caused her face to heat up. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. 

“Well, I can confidently say that I’m not the only one around here who loves seeing all of the notes and decorations,” he said softly, the smile on his face filling her with a sense of warmth she hadn’t felt before. “It’s amazing what you’ve been doing. We all appreciate what you do. And the kids, of course.”

Something told her that he was speaking more for himself than he was for everyone else, and somehow she knew that he meant it toward her directly. The thought made her smile.

His face suddenly got more serious, though, instantly making her feel nervous. “What you did the other day, with those two kids, too. That was amazing.”

That was not something she was expecting, and she definitely didn’t know how to respond to it. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down, suddenly feeling shy. “I did what anyone would do.”

But he was already shaking his head. “No, really. You saved those kids. I may be the one with wings, but you’re the real hero. It was incredible.”

When she glanced back up at him, she saw that a small smile had reappeared on his lips, and somehow, it was enough to ease some of the tension in her shoulders. It was enough to comfort her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it made her feel seen in a way she never had. All with one look, which is what really surprised her. She knew deflecting would be useless, so she settled with telling him, barely loud enough for him to hear, “Thank you.” And she meant it more than he knew.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked one final time.

She wanted to laugh that he wouldn’t let it go so easily. “I am, or I will be. I promise,” she answered, and she knew she was telling the truth this time. “Besides, this wouldn’t be my first time in a situation like that, and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” Now that got a good reaction out of him, even though it was the truth.

“Speaking of the kids, though,” she said before he could think about it too much, checking the time again and realizing she’d officially run out of time, “I have to get going so I don’t get left behind.” She looked him over one more time, trying to memorize as much as she could, before she began to turn away. “It was nice to see you again, and to talk. And thank you, again, for saving me.”

His smile warmed her from the inside out. “If it meant getting to see you again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

She forced herself not to shudder before turning around. She had only made it a few more steps before he suddenly stopped her again. 

“Wait!” he called, almost too loudly for the quiet hallway. “I didn’t ever get your name!”

She wanted to kick herself again. How had they gone this entire conversation without learning each other’s names? She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing that he had barely moved from his spot. With a warm smile directed at him, she told him her name.

Another smile began to form on his face in return, and it looked like he repeated her name under his breath. Their eyes met a final time before he responded with his own. “I’m Joaquin. It was really nice to meet you, too.”

She turned around before he could catch the wide grin that was beginning to form on her face against her will and tried to rush out of there as subtly as she could. As she went, she could just hear him, Joaquin, repeat her name a second time, and even from where she was she could hear a smile in his tone. She left the building with a bounce in her step and a warm feeling in her chest. 

All because of the Falcon who saved her.

[goosewriting]

Hellow, I saw that you open request for joaquin torres 🤩

Like obviously we NEED this man FICS!

So, I am going to request about him please.

You are a civilian and in danger(?) Sorry I have not watched the movie so idk what are the dangers throught the movie. However, I love how joaquin saves you and your little sister maybe. He wants you to pay him in a date.

Additional, your little sister says "My sister is single".

Thank you so much ✨️💖

No Bribe Needed

summary: after getting saved by Joaquín, reader decides to ask him out for coffee.

relationship: Joaquín Torres x gn!reader

warnings: mention of blood and small injuries, car accident (no one gets hurt), language, fluff, kisses

word count: 6k

A/N: since bnw kinda happens all in one go, there’s nowhere to insert reader to put them in A Situation, so this one is set somewhere between tfatws and bnw. joaquín doesn’t give me the impression to be the kinda guy who expects to be “paid” with a date as a thank you, so i changed it up a bit. i think i still made it work though ;w; thank you sm for requesting, this one was very cute<3 reader’s sister is a teenager btw, i was thinking somewhere around 15yo maybe. 

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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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After parking your car a couple streets over, you and your sister start the short walk to your favourite coffee shop. The barista knows your orders the moment she spots you from the window, and you exchange some smalltalk as you wait for your drinks. Once those have been acquired, your sister taking a big gulp through the straw with a delighted hum, you decide to sit outside at one of the tables. The weather is really nice today; sunny, but with a fresh breeze rustling the leaves in the trees providing shadow above you. 

Your sister is rambling about some gossip from her soccer group; there’s been a huge fight over a boy, apparently. You’re trying your best to keep up with the story and all the names, but a while after her chaotic retelling starts, your eyes drift to the side, where you spot a man sitting a couple tables over. He’s sitting alone, sipping on his cup, looking out to the street. Your eyes move on their own as they roam his features; from where you sit, you see the sharp profile of his nose and jaw, the way his bomber jacket accentuates his shoulders. 

You take a sip from your own drink, when the sudden call of your name brings you back to reality. With a slight flinch of surprise, you set down your cup and look at your sister. You blink a couple of times, and she narrows her eyes at you.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, instantly suspicious. 

“Huh? Nothing,” you say, daring one last glance to the stranger, then focusing back on the person in front of you. “You were saiyng?”

She cranes her neck, roaming the surroundings. Then she spots the man, and turns to you with a disppointed if not slightly disgusted face. 

“You know, you always tell me it’s rude to stare,” she says with a shake of her head like a disappointed mother. “Yet here you are, shamelessly checking him out in broad daylight.”

“I was not–!!” The man turns ever so slightly in your direction at the commotin, and you clear your throat. Once he looks away again, you give sister a pointed look. “I was not checking him out.”

“No, you’re right.” She brings her drink to her lips with a mischievous grin. “You weren’t checking him out, you were eating him right up, ogling even.”

“Oh my god, can you not?” 

Before you can say anything else, you hear tires screeching on asphalt, and both you and your sister turn your attention to the corner of the street. A van is making a turn at both a dangerous angle and speed. Within a split second it’s clear to you that it’s not gonna make it, and you let go of your drink, yelling at your sister to move, and make a run towards the building, grabbing her arm as you go to pull her with you. The van ends up driving full force into the lamp post right next to where you were sitting, the front part of the car bending inwards at the middle, and the structure bending over from the impact.

The door of the van opens and a man stumbles out, a trickle of blood running down his face. You instruct your sister to go inside the shop and wait there, and you’re glad that for once, she listens to you. So you approach the man, asking if he’s okay, already taking your phone out of your pocket to call 911. He holds his head, wincing when he touches his wound. That’s when you hear the police sirens approaching fast. But if the police is here already that means… this was a pursuit, you think, and as realisation hits you, the man notices you’re still there, and he harshly grabs your arm, his other hand producing a gun from under his jacket. 

“Hey!” a voice calls from behind you, and you turn to see another man appraoch you, with a gun of his own, pointed at the driver. Your mind reels as you try to make sense of the situation, and before you know it, two police cars arrive, the officers that step out commanding the man to let you go. But he only tightens his grip, trying to hold you still to point his gun into your side. Your body reacts and you squirm, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the firearm, which takes the driver by surprise. This leaves an opening, and the man from the cafe uses the opportunity to whack the gun out of the other’s hand, followed by a punch right in his face. The driver stumbles backwards, letting you go, and the policemen are quickly all over him, pushing him to the ground to cuff him. 

Trembling, you just stand there, looking at the scene, and your saviour puts away his gun. He carefully holds your shoulders, to guide you a little further away, and gives you a once over.

“Are you hurt?” he asks.

“Huh?” 

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. Are you hurt?” he reassures you.

“I’m–” You look down at your arm, a bruise forming where the other man had held you. You smooth over it with your fingertips and look up at him. Only then do you realise it’s the guy from before. Now that you can see his face properly, you’re almost breathless at how handsome he is, his eyes so full of genuine concern that you can’t hold his gaze, and look to the side. “I think I’ll live.”

You hear your name being called, and you turn to look. Your sister comes running and tackles you in a hug. 

“Are you okay? What was that?” she asks.

“It’s all good, they arrested him,” You bring your gaze back to the man. “You really saved me there, thank you, …”

“Joaquín. Joaquín Torres,” he responds to your implicit question extending a hand, which you take and shake, introducing yourself and your sister. Somewhere in your brain you register that his hold is warm and comforting.

“So, why do you have a gun? Are you a policeman, too?” your sister asks in a suspicious tone.

“No, I’m in the Air Force, actually. I just happened to be here on my day off,” he explains, looking down at her. Without missing a beat, your sister replies.

“Ah, a man in uniform. He really is your type,” she says, shoving her elbow into your side and shooting you a knowing side-eye. Your eyes open like dinner plates and you say her name through gritted teeth, your hand giving her shoulder a warning squeeze. She goes on to tell him you were totally checking him out earlier, but before she can add anything else, you place your hand over her mouth, finally shutting her up.

“I’m so sorry about her,” you apologise, then grab her face to make her look at you. “Go wait in the car, I’ll be right there.”

Joaquín followed this whole exchange with a suprised but amused smile. Your sister says goodbye to him and starts heading to the car, but turns aorund one last time once she’s out of reach from you.

“He just saved your life, you should totally ask him on a date as a thank you! You’re not getting any younger, you know!”

“I said car!” You shoot her the best glare you can muster, given the embarrassment she just put you through. With a playful shriek she turns on her heels and runs to the car. You run your hand over your face with a sigh, daring to bring your eyes up to meet his. To your surprise he has a bit of a playful glint in them, and isn’t looking in total shock at you like you were expecting.

“She’s got spunk, huh,” he says, looking after where your sister left.

You huff a laugh.

“You have no idea,” you say, raising your brows to underline your point. 

One of the policemen calls Joaquín over, and he gestures he’ll be there in a moment. You fidget with the hem of your shirt, figuring that if your sister laid out the groundwork, you might as well play into it.

“You know. You did save my life back there. Can I get you a coffee sometime? Only of you want to, of course, I don’t want to overstep.”

“Sure, I’ll take you up on that,” he responds, and you swear you felt your heart hiccup. You glance at the time, an apologetic look crossing your face. 

“I have to bring my sister to soccer practice now, but… Are you free tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, I think so,” he replies with a smile.

You give a short breath of relief, and take out your phone to exchange your contact information, and he enters his number.  

“Great. I’ll text you. See you then.” You smile up at him, and turn to leave, but he adds something else.

“Are civil clothes okay or should I wear something else?” he asks, teasing evident in his voice. 

“Oh my god,” you mutter with a laugh, running your hand over your face. “I’m gonna kill her.”

“Take care,” he says after a chuckle, giving you a short wave.

“You too, bye,” you say, mirroring his gesture. 

As you walk back to the car, your heart skips every other beat at everything that just happened. Once you’re in the driver’s seat, you can feel the prying eyes on you. 

“Soooo..?” your sister asks from the seat next to you. You sigh, your grip tightening around the steering wheel. 

“We’re meeting for coffee tomorrow.”

She triumphantly pumps a fist in the air.

“If you end up dating, I want him to teach me to shoot a gun.”

“Hah! Absolutely not. In fact, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’m telling mom and dad to disinherit you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she ignores your comment with a dismissive hand gesture. “You’re welcome.”

With a shake of your head, you start the car and take off.

“Hm. We never got to finish our drinks,” she adds after a moment. “Can I go with you tomorrow?”

“No, but I’ll bring you something on my way home,” you offer.

“Then pick up some chicken nuggets and fries, too.”

“What am I, your personal food delivery service?”

“If you don’t, I’ll tell dad you fervently made out with an army man at the coffee shop.”

You come to a halt at a red light and narrow your eyes at her. You know she’s 100% serious. You sigh in defeat yet again.

“Fine, deal, you menace” you finally give in. “Sometimes you scare me.”

— — — — —

The next day, you meet up with Joaquín at the coffee shop as planned. After grabbing your drinks, you decide to enjoy the good weather, and take a walk in the nearby park. You tell him about your job and where you grew up, and he does the same. 

He’s just telling you a funny anecdote about one of his deployments when he gets a call.

“Oh, sorry I gotta take this.”

You recognise the screen on his phone to be a video call, and you expect him to walk a little farther away for privacy, but he keeps walking with you.

“Hey, man,” a deep voice says from his phone when he picks up. 

“Hey, Sam.” Joaquín swivels a little on his heels so you’re in the image behind him, and tells his caller your name. You raise your hand to give a little wave as you’re sipping on your drink, and almost choke on it when you see the face on the screen.

“Holy crap, is that Captain America?!” you say between coughs. They both chuckle.

“The one and only,” Joaquín responds, holding his phone in front of him again. 

“I thought you were at HQ for, you know, the thing I needed you to do.” Sam’s tone indicates he knows you’re still there.

“Allready done, amigo. Thumb drive is on my desk. The files were encrypted but, well. You’ll see for yourself. I had a… previous commitment, so I left a little earlier.”

Joaquín shoots you a little side glance with a smile, and you mirror him, heat prickling at your cheeks.

“I see how it is,” Sam says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Have fun kids, but not too much fun.”

You bring your hand to cover your face, muttering “oh my god” under your breath as Joaquín laughs and says his goodbyes, then hangs up. 

You walk in silence for a bit, then you stop, and he halts as well, turning to face you.

“So, who are you really, Joaquín Torres?” you ask, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. You start counting on your fingers. “Charming, handsome, apparently a tech wiz, and you have Captain America on speed dial? You’re not secretly an Avenger, are you?”

“No, not by a long shot,” he retorts, holding up his free hand defensively. “I wish though. I have yet to convince Sam to introduce me to Ant-Man.”

You both laugh and just look at each other for a moment. The breeze moves the trees above and for a second, the sunlight hits Joaquín’s face just right, his eyes shining like honey, the freckles on his cheeks glistening against his skin. Before you can stop youself, you find yourself asking him out. 

“I know this was just to say thank you for yesterday, but I’d actually love to meet again. If that’s okay with you.”

He raises his brows in slight surprise, but it quickly melts into his signature smile which you just can’t get enough of. Scratching the back of his neck, he looks to the side for a moment, then his eyes find yours again.

“You took the words right outta my mouth. I was really hoping I’d get to ask you out first, though.”

“Oh, my bad. You want a do-over?”

“Sure,” he chuckles, then opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out, and he laughs  nervously. Wait, is he really nervous? Because of you? The thought unloads an explosion of butterflies in your stomach. Finally he manages the question, “I was hoping you’d join me for a proper dinner some time?”

“I’d love to.”

“Cool, cool. Great even. Uhm, when are you free?”

You take your phone out to take a look at your calendar, and that’s when you notice the time.

“Ah crap, it’s this late already? I have to go pick up my sister from practice.” You down the rest of your drink and throw the cup into a nearby bin. Without giving it much thought, you place your hand on his arm, and you think you see his breath catch in his throat for a moment. “Today was lovely. Really. I’ll call you later so we can discuss a date and time, okay?”

With a sudden burst of confidence, you lean in to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for today, Captain,” you say with a little salute. “Catch you later.” You wave at him as you walk towards your car.

“Y-yeah, see ya.” He waves back, a silly smile spreading on his face.  

— — — — —

For your next meeting (dare you call it a date, even?) you decide to go to a restaurant. Joaquín took care of the reservation, telling you he’d pick you up, to which you texted him your address. Shortly before the planned pick-up time, he texts you saying he won’t make it on time, to instead meet at the restaurant, so you drive yourself.

You’re wearing one of your better outfits that you haven’t worn in a while, feeling good about yourself, if a little jittery because of the anticipation. It quickly dies down though, as you sit at the table for over half an hour, snacking on your third breadstick.

Finally he texts you, apologising that today’s mission went on much longer than expected and he won’t make it after all. You understand, but you’re also disappointed. On your way back home, you come to the realisation that being with someone like him, not just in the Army but also working closely with someone like Captain America, these things are bound to happen. You don’t come to a conclusion regarding how you feel about that, though.

Once you’re home, you change back into your lounge clothes. Since you didn’t actually get to eat anything other than some bread, you decide to make some quick ramen, indulging in your favourite toppings. Just as you’re about to pour hot water into the bowl, your phone rings. You see Joaquín’s name on the screen, and for a moment, you consider not picking up. But you’re not that petty, and you actually do want to talk to him, so you swipe over the screen to accept the call. 

“Hey, everything okay?” you ask, setting down the kettle.

“Are you home?” Joaquín asks. He sounds out of breath.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m at your door.”

“What?”

You walk to the door and open it, and sure enough, Joaquín stands there, still panting slightly. The first thing you notice is the bouquet of flowers in his hand, and as you look up at him, you see the debris and dried blood on his temple.

“You’re bleeding!” you say, hanging up the phone and ushering him inside.

“I’m fine, I- I’m so sorry,” he apologises intently and you close the door behind him. “The mission didn’t go as planned, I really thought I could make it on time. I came here as soon as I could. I’m really sorry.”

You hold his gaze, full of warmth and guilt and something else you can’t quite place. But you’re sure he means it, so you give in with a sigh. 

“It’s okay,” you reassure him with a small smile. “Have you eaten yet?”

He looks like he wasn’t expecting your question at all, and shakes his head.

“Then go wash your face first, bathroom is to the right.” You gesture towards it with your chin while you take the flowers from his hands. “And thank you for these. I’ll put them in water.”

He leaves to clean himself up and you unwrap the flowers, taking a big glass to serve as a temporary vase. It’s a small and simple bouquet, consisting of multiple tulips in several colours. As you’re filling up the glass, you smile to yourself. When was the last time someone brought you flowers? 

Once Joaquín comes back, he takes off his jacket, placing it over the back of one of the chairs, and you indicate for him to sit down. Standing in front of him, you gingerly hold his face in your hands to inspect the cut on his temple. At least it isn’t bleeding anymore.

“I have something for that, hold on.” He can’t even protest before you’re rummaging in your bag, and you hold up some band-aids with a triumphant “a-ha!”. Taking a closer look at them as you stand before Joaquín, you giggle a bit.

“So, we have dinosaurs or farm animals,” you offer, holding up the two patterned band-aids for him to see, and he laughs. “Let me guess, you’re more of a dinosaur guy?”

“You know me so well already,” he says with a chuckle, turning his head slightly to give you better access. You chuckle, peeling the protective layer off the band-aid, and carefully place it over the cut. Then you lean down, placing a soft kiss on it.

“There, all better,” you smile down at him, and he looks up at you with so much adoration, you think you might faint. His face quickly morphs back to worry though, and he takes your hand in his.

“I really am sorry, I promise I’m better than this,” he says, and you believe him. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” you say, walking back towards the kitchen to heat up more water. “You want some ramen?”

“Yes please, I’m starving. I haven’t had anything to eat since this morning, I think.”

You click your tongue in mock disapproval.

“Well, that’s no good. Here.” You bring a second bowl of ramen, utensils and the kettle to the table where you take a seat next to him. After pouring the water, you cover both bowls. “Think you can make it 3 more minutes?”

He leans his head onto his hand, elbow propped on the table, and looks at you from the side.

“I think I’ll live,” he replies with a goofy smile, and he remembers that’s what you told him when he saved you from that one driver when you first met. Joaquín’s eyes travel down your arm to your wrist, where the faintest marks are still visible on your skin. His brows furrow a bit at the memory, but his eyes travel further, and only now does he seem to realise that you’re only wearing an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. He quickly averts his eyes, a blush creeping onto his face as he straightens up in his seat. His travelling eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you squirm sligtly, heat prickling at your cheeks as well. 

“You know, I had picked out a really cute outfit for today,” you say, if only to break the silence, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “I was really looking forward to dinner with you.”

Joaquín lets his head hang in defeat for a moment, before bringing his gaze back to yours. 

“Any chance I can convince you to put it on again?” he asks with hopeful eyes, and you tap your chin like you’re thinking it over with a hum.

“Nope,” you conclude, and he looks a little bit dejected for real, so you add, “Next time, though.”

He sighs in relief.

“It’s good to know there’ll be a next time after today, actually.”

“For a moment I wanted to be mad at you but I couldn’t bring myself to be,” you admit. “The flowers were a nice touch, too.”

“Nice,” he mutters under his breath, like commending himself for a job well done. “It was a bit last minute, so they didn’t have much to choose from. I hope tulips are okay?”

You lift your hands to caress the fragile petals, humming in agreement. You do tell him what your favourite flowers are, though.

“Noted. Next time, then, I’ll get you the proper ones.” 

Your heart swells at the thought that he also wants there to be a next time, and he’s already taking note of these things. 

“Alright then, let’s eat before it gets too mushy,” you say, and you’re not sure of you mean the noodles or yourself. 

Over the impromptu dinner, you ask him about the mission he was on, and he tells you about it. Whatever he can tell you, anyways. Much of it is confidential, and he seems to gloss over a lot of details, possibly to keep it palatable to discuss it over food. 

Once you’re done with your meals, the conversation dies down for a moment. 

“So, what now?” you ask, hoping your tone conveys your desire for him to stay a little longer without sounding desperate. He gives a light shrug.

“Hmm, we could watch something?” he proposes, then goes ‘ah’ like he just remembered something, and turns a bit in his seat towards you. “Actually you mentioned something when we were at the park the other day, and it made me think of this one movie, I think you’d like it.”

Another blush creeps up your face at the thought that he paid attention and remembered details of your conversation.

“Sure, what platform is it on though?”

“Netlfix, I think.”

“Oh, I don’t have that one,” you say, considering restarting your subscription if only to watch a movie he recommended.

“We can use my account, no problem,” he proposes, and your face lights up. 

“Alright then, the remote is on the couch,” you say as you rise to your feet. “Go set it up and I’ll load the dishwasher.”

“I can help with that,” Joaquín offers, also standing up. 

“No no, it’s fine. But thank you.”

You pick up everything and bring it to the kitchen. Truth is, you need some distance between you two because you feel like you’re going to explode. Your mind is already filling with images of the two of you cuddling on the couch, one thing leading to the next… and you’re not sure how much more your heart can take. As he sets everything up, you finish cleaning up, doing your best to rid your mind of all the scenarios it’s coming up with at an alarming speed.

“You want dessert?” you ask after you’re done with the dishes, and take something out of the fridge.

“Always,” he says, and his response makes you chuckle.

You cut two slices and bring the plates with you as you walk to the couch, setting it down on the coffee table. 

“Thanks, what’s this?” he asks as he picks up the plate with curiosity, trying to make out what it is in the dim light of your living room.

“Strawberry shortcake,” you say, a sheepish smile spreading on your face. “I actually wanted to perfect the recipe a bit before letting you try it, but since you’re already here… Well, I hope you like it nonetheless.”

“You made this? For me?” he asks, surprise evident in his voice. The fork stops for a moment as it travels up to his mouth when he looks at you. You nod, and he takes a bite. You’ve tasted it, so you know it’s decent, not perfect. But still you hope he’ll like it.

“This is delicious, thanks,” he says, taking another bigger bite. You chuckle.

“Well, glad to hear that.” You take a bite yourself, leaning back a bit. “So what are we watching?”

He clicks onto the movie’s title card, and it seems to be a criminal thriller of some kind, an older one that you haven’t watched yet. He starts the movie, and you’re instantly immersed into the story. 

Joaquín is quick to finish his cake, leaving the plate on the coffee table and leaning back into the seat, sinking into the cushions. You feel him shifting a bit, his arm now outstretched over the back of the couch behind you, and you can feel the warmth coming off him in waves, seeping into your side. 

You take your time to finish the cake, paying attention to the movie but unable to not perceive him right there next to you. Once you’re done eating, you also lean back, but you misjudge your angle as you end up far closer than you intended. You can hear your sister’s voice in the back of your head, telling you to own it, so you do just that, and essentially cuddle into his side, with your head on his chest. He stiffens up only for an instant before bringing his arm over your shoulders, and you further curl yourself into him. 

Joaquín is a trained soldier so it makes sense for him to be fit, but only now does this occur to you, as you can feel his pecs and his bare arm on you. You really hope the TV is loud enough to silence your erratic heartbeat, which echoes in your ears, maybe even the whole room. 

You two stay like that for the remainder of the movie, only shifting every so often when one of your limbs starts going numb, but never separating. If anything, you keep curling more and more into him, until finally you drape your arm around his torso. After that, Joaquín doesn’t move an inch. 

Once the credits start rolling accompanied by some ballad, which you find a strange choice for the tone of the movie, you hear him sigh deeply. 

“You didn’t fall asleep, did you?” you ask him without getting up.

“What? No.” He blinks a couple of times, bringing his free hand up and running it over his face. His other hand is still holding you to him, softly drawing figures onto your bare arm and setting your skin on fire. “At least I don’t think so.”

You hum in acknowledgement, neither of you wanting to be the first to disrupt your position. 

“What time is it?” he asks suddenly, wriggling underneath you, trying to get his phone out of his pocket. With a chuckle, you fully lean back to give him some space. Activating his screen, he curses under his breath.

“It’s really late,” he remarks, leaving all further implications in the air.

You bite the inside of your cheek, unable to look at him given your inner battle of whether to ask him to stay or not. After a moment he sits up a little straighter.

“I have to be at HQ early tomorrow,” Joaquín says. “I… I should go.”

“Right…”

He motions to stand up, but you hold his hand and he remains seated.

“Wait.”

You immediately have all of his attention.

“A part of me wants to ask you to stay,” you start, and you swear your whole face is surely on fire right now. You avert your gaze from him and look at your hands holding his instead. “To stay the night, I mean. But I also don’t want to rush anything.”

Somehow you manage to bring your eyes back up to his, and he’s looking at you with so much affection and understanding, you fear your heart might burst straight out of your chest.

“I really like you, Joaquín, and I want to do this right,” you finally say.

“Well, that’s actually great to hear.” He brings his other hand up to cup your face. “Because I really like you too.” He pauses for a moment, gaze flickering down to your lips. “I really do have to be up early tomorrow, but I think I still have a couple more minutes.”

“The movie is already over,” you say, barealy above a whisper, your faces starting to inch closer and closer. “What should we do?”

“I can think of several things,” he replies just as softly with a lopsided grin, and your stomach does a summersault. You can feel his breath on your lips. “But right now, I kinda just really wanna kiss you.”

“Then you better hurry up.”

Joaquín’s lips find yours, and everything around you ceases to exist. His kisses are warm and slow, and they taste like strawberries. He kisses you like he’s got all the time in the world, his tongue peeking out to run over your bottom lip, and you gasp. The hand that cupped your face goes to cradle the back of your head, holding you closer as your mouths move together. His other hand runs down the side of your body, slipping underneath your thigh to pull you up sideways into his lap, finally coming to rest over your hip. Your own hands are on his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

When he breaks for air, his lips travel to your throat, peppering it in small kisses, and you giggle at the sensation. You pull back a little and hold his face in your hands, both of you sporting drunk smiles.

“I’ll make you all the cakes you want if you promise to kiss me like that again,” you blurt out, breathless, and he laughs, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a sigh.

“I was planning to anyways, but I’ll take the bribe.” He softly bites down where your neck and shoulder join, then places a kiss over the mark, and you shudder, taking a shaky breath. You gingerly hold his face again to make him pull back and look at you.

“Thank you for coming by after all. I mean it.” You smooth your thumbs over his cheekbones, and his eyes flutter closed a bit at the sensation.

“I just really wanted to see you,” he says, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose, then goes to stand up, lifting you with him. You hold onto his shoulders with a squeak of surprise and he laughs, gently letting you down again to stand on your own legs. “I better get going now, or I might not want to leave at all.”

Taking his hand in yours, you walk him to your door, picking up his jacket on the way.

“Sorry again for today, I’ll make it up to you,” Joaquín says as he puts on his jacket, and you adjust the collar. 

“You already have,” you pull him to you, kissing him one last time, and he melts into you. When he pulls back, he sneaks one more peck to the corner of your mouth. “Now go back to saving the world. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?” he remarks, momentarily bringing his hand to yours to give it a squeeze. Before you open the door, you suddenly remember sometihng.

“Oh, wait, before I forget!” you exclaim, hurrying to your bag to find something. Joaquín watches with curious eyes as you step back to him, holding out a card of sorts. He takes it to inspect it, and when he realises it’s a collectible card with Sam’s face on it, labelled ‘Captain America’, he laughs heartily. 

“My sister asked if you could get that signed for her,” you say with a sheepish smile.

He rises a brow at you, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“I told her that the other day Captain America called you,” you remark, bringing your hand to your mouth with a gasp as you realise your mistake. “Oh crap, that wasn’t confidential or anything, right?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I wouldn’t have taken the call in front of you if it were,” he says, tilting the card back and forth sideways in his hand, the low light of your apartment shimmering on the holographic pattern; it’s a rare one. He looks up at you again with a boyish smile. “Besides, I kinda wanted to impress you with the call.”

“You don’t need to do that, I already think you’re amazing,” you admit, your face burning up again, and even he can’t hold your gaze at your words, looking to the side momentarily with a smile. You’re quick to add, “It did impress my sister though. In fact she said if you can get that signed, she’ll officially give her blessing for me to date you.”

“Really?” Joaquín says, perking up immediately, and he carefully slips the card into the inner pocket of his jacket. “I’ll make sure to get that ASAP, then. Anything else I can get her?”

You laugh, glad that he’s set on winning over your sister. Not that it would be too hard, anyways. She acts tough (and slightly deranged at times), but you know she’s a kind soul when it counts. 

“Actually, she has a soccer game next weekend,” you tell him. “Bring her the signed card and some chicken nuggets, and she’ll pledge her undying loyalty to you.”

“I see the bribes run in the family,” Joaquín remarks, and you can’t help but laugh. Yeah, you might have been the one to teach her that. He leans in to place one last lingering kiss on your cheek as he opens the door. “Text me the details and I’ll do my best to be there.”

“Will do. Good night, Joaquín,” you say your goodbyes, leaning onto the door frame as he leaves towards the staircase of your apartment bulding.

“G’night.” He winks at you and leaves.

You close the door, leaning back onto it and letting out a sigh. Yeah, you’re positively smitten. A second later, you grimace and laugh at yourself at the realisation that you kind of owe this to your sister and her big mouth. You might have to bake a whole cake just for her as a thank you. 

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Amarillo

Pairing: neighbor! Joaquin Torres x female reader

Word Count: 1714 words

Outline: Your second date with Joaquin goes a little bit different from what you were both expecting.

Warnings: Fluff with smut!, heavy nipple play, hand job, spit as lube, lingerie fetishization, body worship, grammar mistakes, if I missed anything or tagged something wrong please let me know!

Author’s Note: first time writing anything for Joaquin and so far the longest thing I've written, and this is also my submission for the @late-to-the-party-81 and @yarnforbrains all-new challenge, I used these two prompts (I think we found a new kink…, do you like my new...) and I hope I did this story and this character some justice, not beta 'ed, all mistakes are my own!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

🌟 Please reblog and comment, all feedback is appreciated and warmly encouraged and allows me to learn what to work on 🌟

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS PLEASE DNI.

In the quiet of your room listening to some uplifting music while you were dressed up for your second date with the cute guy from across the street. New neighbor Joaquin Torres. He had moved to your neighborhood a couple of weeks back and immediately you caught each other’s eyes. Although dating a neighbor is always awkward at first, you kept your distance.

However, after a night out at the local cinema with your best friend, you happened to run into him as you were getting your snacks from the bar. Nachos with extra cheese just as he liked it, he noted, with a bright smile greatly illuminated by his white t-shirt. As soon as your friend saw you two talking, she faked a sudden illness and left you all alone. Gotta love smart friends.

That night out together transcended pure magic and was like the start of something new. He drove you back home and held your hand till you reached your house and with a soft kiss goodbye, he promised a much better date next time. Even better?

And so that was you today, picking through dresses and tossing around clothes wondering what's his favorite color? What is your best feature to accentuate? You remember him telling you that his favorite color is yellow as you pick your lingerie first. Cotton feels with a pretty overlay lace pattern. Hasn’t been long since you bought them but you haven't worn them more than once.

Over it, you chose to wear a semi-maxi dark green floral dress, a new purchase, and your favorite pair of beige faux leather sandals. 'Perfect' you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror and then proceeded to fix your hair.

Picking up your bag, you proceed to leave your room with a final text to him, letting him know that you are ready. Only to get greeted by him a minute later standing at your front door with a bouquet of roses in his hands. What a gentleman. You place your bag on the table and you open the door for him.

Greeting him with your best-worn smile, accepting the flowers and asking him to come inside to search for a vase to place them in. As you moved around the living room, bouquet in your arms, you twirled around in your dress and give him a cute pose.

"Do you like my new dress?"

"Is very pretty, you look even prettier in it, you’re beautiful, Y/N."

Joaquin smiled nodding his head, sitting close by to the door. Finding the vase and carefully placing the flowers inside, you shoot him another bright smile. However, you noticed his eyes wandering to the slightly exposed strap of your dress. You felt his gaze fixating on it as you run your fingers through the strap to hide it back.

Yellow. Your bra was yellow. His favorite color. Just like you had planned. Naughty ideas begin to form in your head and you decide to let the strap fall down again over your shoulder.

You notice how his breath hitches, probably thinking about your bra and wondering what else you might be wearing. Letting out a deep chuckle as you notice the first droplets of sweat forming in his forehead. He's unable to speak for a few moments and you're only giggling, shaking your head.

Your plan is very much working, what you didn’t know is how much he actually liked yellow. That's when you finally notice it as he brings his hands to cover his crotch. He's getting hard at just the sight of you. A shock overwhelms him and he profusely apologizes and tries to leave.

"I'm sorry, I'm really, I’m sorry, your strap, the yellow, Dios, is driving me insane, I'm sorry, I should leave, this is not okay"

"No, please stay, Joaquin, is okay, I'm flattered, honestly you don't have to leave. You can…"

A wave of confidence washes over you as you take a step closer to him.

"Would you like to see all of it?"

His face is only a mix of shock and want as he nods his head and parts his lips.

"Please, I, I would love to but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

With a smirk you slowly take both of your dress straps down, exposing all of your bra and your breasts. You take a look at him as you shift in your movement jiggling them for him. All things are better in motion.

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous, y/n!”

He says in a hitched breath and you can tell he’s getting harder by the way his face looks concentrated and scrunched together.

“Go ahead, baby, touch yourself for me.”

Your commanding tone and your confidence lead him to palm himself at your sight. Pressing his lips together at his touch, a sense of pride overcomes you. He lets out a very small moan and is enough to make you clench your thighs together.

"Could I please, y/n, could I please touch them?"

His voice is close to a plea as he takes in your beautiful sight. Joaquin is licking his lips together just at the thought of touching them. Oh, you were about to make him a very happy man.

You motion with your two fingers for him to come closer. So he does not let a moment go to waste. Immediately grabbing both of your breasts feeling the weight of them in his hands, his breath hitching again and you look at him with a grin.

"Anything you want, baby boy, you can ask for."

"This color looks divine on you, cariño "

He barely manages to say as your next phrase makes his heart beat faster.

"All yours, baby, all for you, you can have them."

With a puppy look on his face, he leaned forward to kiss all over them tenderly but needily, alternating between softly squeezing them and kissing them. His kisses and his incredibly needy nature increase your desire.

Until he stops for a brief moment and looks up at you asking for permission with his beautiful brown eyes tugging at your bra with a pleading face. With a nod you allow him to push your bra down and so he does, taking a moment to marvel at the sight of them complimenting you.

“You look like a Goddess, Y/N. Real Aphrodite coming to life.”

With his delicate fingers, he begins to circle both of your breasts with large strokes, reaching for the areola and easing into a gentle breast massage. After a few moments, he gives them a little squeeze.

Then he goes on to trace your areola without touching your nipples, the sensation leading you to shut your eyes and your breathing pattern to change.

Joaquin moves his fingers to your nipples which are now very erect and hard, rubbing them slowly, increasing speed and pressure as you are reacting to his touch. You were very hot and bothered, your one hand going to wrap behind his neck for support.

That’s when he pinches your nipples, a rush of sensation flowing through you. He goes soft at first but then he pinches your nipples harder making you moan out his name in pleasure. Oh, you were very foregone now.

Switching his movements again he alternates between pulling your nipples and twisting them with his fingers, a very eager expression on his face as you react positively to all of his micro touches. You’re arching your back as you try to press yourself against the bookcase.

His next move is to take his fingers away and start breathing over them, blowing hot air on your now very sensitive nipples. Your mind goes crazy with all of the stimulation.

With a swift move, he takes a nipple between his lips and hungrily licks it in circles with the tip of his tongue. Shutting his eyes as he moans at the taste. Your own panties are now long drenching in your wetness. Your breasts were always the most sensitive part of your body. How on earth did he know? A very lucky coincidence to share.

Doesn't take him long to start sucking on the nipple, utterly desperate at the feel of your breast squeezing the other with the palm on his hand. Then, your hands are going to unbuckle his pants and palm his clothed cock, making him let go of your nipple for a second.

You reach for his cock, pushing his underwear down which only makes him suck harder on your nipple. Joaquin, then he flicks your nipple with the tip of his tongue moving on to cover it with the flat of his tongue.

You spit on your hand, the pure sound of it making him moan again once he realizes what you are doing. You spread it all over his cock and start pumping him slowly up and down. His pure fixation on your breast, his tongue working his magic on all of your sensitive nerves, is making your insides tighten and you’re finding it hard to sit still.

Going back to sucking on your nipple and squeezing the other breast, Joaquin is grinding his hips and cock to your hand, sounds of pleasure escaping both your mouths. Thankfully the windows are closed.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and you feel explosions everywhere, the sensation spreading throughout your body as the pleasure has been building slowly and gradually. Your climax is powerful and is coming in waves as you are trying hard to grab on to him when you feel your whole body falling apart on him.

Your loud cry of his name, and the way your body trembles are enough for him to cum all over your hand shooting ropes of cum on you and your new dress. His orgasm was muffled by the way he nibbled on your nipple as he felt the wave of pleasure washing him over.

That's how you both finish in your living room, right behind the main door, his cock in your hands, the nipple overstimulation making you finish, which was never something you expected you could do. Oh, he was way too good with his tongue. Looks like he is a man to keep around.

"Guess what, cariño. ”

His voice was soft echoing through the room, after a few moments when you both caught your breaths.

“ I think we found a new kink for the both of us."

[stealtheshield]

What Has Been Done ~ 1

A/n: i know we’re way past the point of tfatws content, but i’ve had a lot of fun writing this, and i really wanted to share it with y’all! Torres is heavily underrated imo, and he’s such a cool character to write for! Enjoy!! <3 (masterlist)

Warnings: language, brief descriptions of violence, conspiracy, mentions of military/police, slow burn, angst, afab!reader, eventual smut, friends to lovers

Word count: 2.5k 

You don’t mean to find yourself in the middle of a government conspiracy. Actually, if it were up to you, you’d go so far the other way, in order to avoid a conspiracy.

And yet, here you are.

It starts out innocently enough.

A cream colored manila envelope on your desk, your name written in big, bold letters.

This is not new. Working at as a journalist, you get plenty of letters. Some good, some bad. You never know what it’s going to be until you open it.

Your boss, Clark Lane, sticks his head in the door to your office as you slide a finger under the lip of the envelope.

“More fan mail?” he asks, and you shake your head, eyes skimming down the contents.

It looks like an official report, but so much of it’s been blacked out by censors, it’s nearly impossible to make it out.

“I think it’s a military report,” you say, frowning slightly. You turn the page, revealing a map and a grainy photograph. Squinting, you try to make out what — or rather, who — it is, but it’s impossible.

“Just shred it,” Lane says. “Last thing we need is some conspiracy nutter trying to get published.” You nod, distracted. A few words catch your eye, and something niggles at the back of your mind. You wait until Lane’s gone to put everything back in the folder.

You open the bottom drawer on your desk, the only one with a lock, and hide the envelope beneath a few other files you’re saving for later.

~~~

And you forget about it. For an entire month, you go about your life. The day after you receive the files, though, you notice a black van across the street from your office.

You don’t think anything about it. Right up until you get a look at the two men in the van.

They look… official, to say the least. But more than that, you remember seeing one of them at your local coffee shop.

Still, you try to play it off as a coincidence, ignoring their presence as best you can, varying your routines, having someone walk you to your car, just trying to move on with your life.

Until they show up at the drugstore, late one night. You’re on your way home for the evening, stopping to pick up a few essentials, and you hear the bell above the door ding.

Your head comes up, awareness pricking your spine, and you watch as the two study a display of reading glasses.

Something tells you to get out. Now. You abandon your basket in the aisle and head for the back door. A quick glance in the window as you leave confirms your suspicions.

They’re looking for you.

You’re not fast enough. Someone steps out of the shadows, cutting off your path to your car. You turn, figuring it’d be better to stay inside, where there’s at least one witness and plenty of cameras.

But when you step back into the drugstore, the other two are waiting. The lone clerk keeps her head down, organizing her till.

“Is there a problem?” you ask, glancing between them and the clerk, feeling bold and foolish and scared out of your mind.

The taller of the two shifts, his jacket opening a little. The fluorescent lights catch the silver of his gun.

“Depends on you,” he says. The bell over the door dings, the third one slipping inside.

“Store’s closing in fifteen,” the clerk says without looking up. You glance between the three, boxed in and cornered.

Your mouth opens, and he lifts out the gun.

“No sudden movements,” he says quietly. Tears spring to your eyes. You’re trapped, with no way out and little clue as to why these people are gunning so hard for you. It not like you actually published the information in the folder.

The clerk looks up.

“If you’re not going to buy anything, quit loitering in the doorway.” She steps out from behind the till.

“Stay there,” you call, stepping towards her. The gun swings up, leveled at your chest.

“Shut up,” the man says. You grit your teeth. The clerk steps closer, at an angle to see the gun now.

“Hey!” she calls, startling you all.

It’s a mistake. The man swings the gun towards her. You lunge, trying to knock him down, to give the clerk and yourself a chance to escape. The other two are on you in an instant.

You’re no seasoned fighter, but you can fight dirty. The four of you end up rolling on the floor, grappling for the first one’s gun.

It ends up in your hands.

You scramble away, grasping it in trembling hands. The first man finds his way to his feet, and in a panic, you squeeze the trigger.

At such a close range, it hits its target. But the other two are still coming.

You’re not as lucky.

Your aim is wild, and you watch in slowed down horror as one bullet finds its way to the clerk, who’s been caught in the crossfire.

She grasps her chest and crumples the ground. You drop the gun in horror, backing away as the two men remain crouched, waiting to see what you do.

Tears blinding you, you run, trying to plan.

You hesitate to go to the police, because you don’t know who these men are, and there’s something about the way they carry themselves that makes you think they are law enforcement.

You’ll withdraw all the savings you have, you decide. Pack a small bag — including the file — and go off the grid.

A wise idea, as it turns out.

Because the very next morning, the entire world is looking for you.

~~~

Joaquín Torres rubs the back of his neck as he fills out another form. If he’d known it was going to be such a headache to give Sam Wilson and Bucky “The Winter Soldier” Barnes a hand, he’d have passed.

Well, okay, not really. Because it was cool to be able to help them.

But he could really do without the paperwork.

His CO enters, slapping a fat folder of papers down on the desk, and he bites back a groan.

More busywork.

This CO — Major Smith — is new, his old one having retired, and Torres is still trying to endear himself to the man. He’s older and more ���traditional” — which is code for being a real hard ass.

Major Smith rolls his eyes, disdain evident.

“Still working on the reports for your little excursion, Torres?” Smith asks, and he bites his tongue to keep from pointing out that the “excursion” was sanctioned and actively encouraged.

“Almost done, sir,” he says, and he’s quite proud of himself for keeping the exhaustion out of his tone.

“They can wait,” Smith says. “I want you to take a look at this instead.” He taps the top of the folder twice, and Torres takes a deep breath in through his nose.

“What’s this?” he asks. Smith waves him off.

“New assignment. A target I want brought in.” Torres frowns slightly at him, trying to calculate Smith’s angle.

“Sir, I’m happy to take the assignment, but isn’t there anyone else who can take point on this? Since I’m still trying to wrap up the aftermath of the Flag Smashers.” Major Smith looks annoyed, and he taps the top of the file again, punctuating his words.

“I’m giving you this because it’s your hometown. I’ve read your file, Torres, and I figured you’d want a chance to see some of your old haunts.” Torres glances down at the words.

“Sure. I mean, yes, sir. I’ll be on the next plane out.”

And he is, along with his team, bordering on record turnaround time. 

Because the more he looks at the assignment, the less things make sense. Because he knows the target. Better than Smith probably realizes.

He grew up with you. You and your brother, that is, and he finds it hard to believe you’re what they’re saying you are. What they’re saying you did.

But a lot can change in two years.

~~~

You haven’t seen Joaquín Torres since your brother’s funeral.

In the aftermath, he gave you a card, told you to call if you ever needed anyone, and you just… never did. Maybe it’s because a part of you chafed at needing someone, or maybe it’s because he reminds you too much of your brother.

You don’t know.

Regardless, you never called, and enough time passed that anytime you seriously considered it, you always felt weird.

Today, you’re seriously debating calling him as the news runs through its cycle again.

Your face — the one from your ID — is plastered over all the channels, and they’re calling you a spy. Footage of the incident at the drugstore plays again, and you look away. You can’t see that awful moment again.

The clerk — whose name was Betty Williams, according to the news — was pronounced dead at the scene, along with another unidentified man.

It’s being pinned on you, and you’re being torn apart on every news channel.

You chew the inside of your cheek and fight back tears, pacing a path in your tiny motel room, out of options and afraid for your life.

If you were going to go to the police, that time has passed. The very fact that you’re being branded as a spy means someone high-up is most likely pulling the strings. The police wouldn’t be able to do jack shit.

You’ve managed to go three days without being found, but that time has to be running short. The idea of calling Torres crossed your mind when one news station reported military intelligence forces being involved. You haven’t kept up with him, but you do know he’s still part of the Air Force.

At the very least, you’re hoping he can tell you what to do. You make another lap of the room.

There’s a knock on your door. Your pulse thrums in your head, drowning out any other noise.

They’ve found you.

“Sparky?” You grit your teeth at the old, familiar nickname, given to you by one Joaquín Torres and your brother when you were barely old enough to walk. Carefully, you peek through the peephole, sagging with relief when you see Joaquín Torres on the other side.

Slowly, you open the door, looking past him, down the hall, tense and ready to run.

He pushes past you, into the room, closing the door behind him.  

“So,” he says, “you want to tell me what the hell is going on? Why you’re on a national watchlist?” You sit down on the bed, hard, and look up at him, biting your lip to keep it from quivering.

You’re not usually this emotional, but you’re just wrung out.

“I don’t know,” you say, finally, voice cracking. You reach for your bag. “How did you even find me?” You find the folder and slap it on the bed beside you. He glances at his watch, then the door.

“Motel owner ratted you out. I told my team I’d look into it, since I know you. see if I could get you to come in without a fight.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“So you’re here to bring me in?” Torres grimaces.

“It’s looking like that.” You let out the breath in a shuddering laugh.

“I’m not a spy. Hell, I work at the local newspaper. I’ve known the people of this town as long as I’ve been alive. But they all just turned on me. You know what Lane said, when the news broke and they interviewed him? He said he’d always seen it coming.” Torres glances out the window, then back at you, looking torn.

“Just come in,” he says, “and we can get this settled. If you’re really innocent, then it won’t take long to get everything cleared up.” You shove the folder at him.

“Except I’m pretty sure someone in the government is trying to silence me.” He takes the folder, flipping it open carefully.

“What is this?” You give him the details, what you’ve been able to figure out so far. Not much, other than this all centers around some shadowy figure known only as the Power Broker.

“And someone started tailing you?” he asks. You nod.

“Yes. After I got that file. I think someone wanted to expose the truth, but they got to whoever it was before they could. So it got passed to me. Which pretty much confirms the existence of some kind of conspiracy.” You open your mouth to continue, and he holds up a hand, pressing the earpiece he’s wearing tighter against his ear.

“Listen, Sparky,” he says, “I’m out of time. Just come in, and I’ll protect you. We can work this out together.” You take the folder back from him, tucking it back in your bag and shaking your head.

“You saw the footage! I might have pulled the trigger, but they were trying to get me. If I come in, I’ll be dead within the hour. Someone doesn’t want this information to see the light of day, and they’ve already proven they’re willing to kill me to stop it. I’m sorry, Torres, but I can’t go with you.” He looks desperate, glancing between the door and you, tense, as if he expects you to run.

His hand tightens into a fist, and then he rips the earpiece out.

“Damn it,” he hisses, throwing the piece on the ground. He stomps it with his foot, shattering it.

“You’re going to help me?” You can’t help but sound surprised. He shakes his head with a long-suffering sigh.

“Like you said: I’ve known you all your life. You wouldn’t do what they’re saying. We’ll figure this out together.” You hope your eyes convey the gratefulness you’re feeling, because the lump in your throat is making it hard to speak.

~~~

He’s got his CO yelling in his ear, chatter from his men doing a shit job of maintaining radio silence, and the news on the TV all talking at once, making it hard to think.

But as you look up at him from your position on the bed, sheen of tears in your eyes, he knows he’s a goner.

He can’t resist the puppy dog eyes, least of all from you, and he really does mean what he says.

You wouldn’t do this. You’re not a spy, and you’re sure as hell not a murderer.

“Torres, whatever the hell you’re thinking,” Smith says, “you better quit thinking it. You bring the target in right now, or I swear to Christ I’ll demote you so far down you’ll-” He tears out the earpiece.

At best, if you’re wrong, you both look like conspiracy nuts. At worst, you’re right, and this is bigger than either of you.

Further, if you’re wrong, this will mean the end of his career. Disobeying direct orders is a death sentence.

But as you grasp his hand, standing and tugging him into a tight hug, he’s a little hard pressed to say no.

God, he hopes you’re right.

[torresbarnes]

MEETING YOU(1/?)

prompts : the reader is a bad ass hacking security systems and Sam needs her help what happends when Joaquin meets her ?!

NOTE- THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FAN FIC WRITEN SO YEA ;) also my first language is not English so I’m sorry for errors :/

in was a normal day and BAU and y/n gets a call out of nowhere she is confuse as the caller ID it’s Sam Wilson and old friend. She picks up and the first things she hears is a happy Sam

“Hey Y/N ” he says in a happy tone

“Hey Sammy ”

“ So listening I know it’s been a while since I last talked with you and things kinda got chaotic but I... I really need your help “ he says

“mjmm I figured that you needed my help the moment I saw your name on the phone screen” she said laughing a little.

Moments later after the call Sam had ended, he sent her the pin of the place she is needed and it was an Air Force base so that definitely confused her a little.

After she got off work said her goodbyes to Garcia and Morgan, she was off to her home to rest she knew tomorrow was going to be hard day, since Sam needed her in the morning bright and early.

Next morning it’s 6:30 she got dressed in a black blazer and black pants as in a white shirt underneath so that she was a little bit of color on her life even tho she looked like a bad ass in black ,but Sam will bully her saying she looked like she was going a funeral , anyways she got her hair done and put some black heels (or sneakers whatever it’s your preference)

She got of the house by 7:45 it’s was a new record to be honest because she is always late. A couple of minutes has past and she gets to the Air Force and parks her (car of preference) , and then text Sam that she is here , gets a message after that he is waiting for her so she goes to look for him.

She finally finds a grinning Sam waiting for her with open arms she happily goes to hug him after a big bear hug he says “Let’s get to work” she just rolls her eyes. After a few minutes she is already set in a cam room with a lot of computers ready to get to work and hack some systems to get some info in this man so called “New Captain America” she doubts that someone is going to replace America’s ass aka Steve Rogers.

Out of nowhere a young man is calling for Sam, he opens the door of the room he says “It’s Sam in here” mind you she still haven’t turn around to look at him she is so focused in her work , she finally turns around to a handsome young man as they hold an eye contact for a couple of seconds before he breaks it she says “No he left a couple of minutes ago saying he was going to get coffee ” she finished with a soft smile . He just stands there and nods still in complete shocked at the beauty of this women as he got a good looked at her stunning (e/c) and (h/l) (h/c) before closing the door.

Later Sam came with the coffees entering the base and a happy Joaquin approaches him

“So who’s the girl in the cam room?” he says with small smile one that Sam doesn’t escape to see. Sam just chuckled saying “ So I guess you saw Y/N she is helping us with the John Walker thing” “ Ohh ok she’s pretty tho” the young man speaks a fact and Sam says “You should ask her now if a really think about it you guys will really be a cute couple” Joaquin just looks down leaving as he doesn’t feel good enough to get with a girl.

Sam comes in the room and hands you your coffee and says “I think Lieutenant Torres has heart eyes for you “he says with a smirk across his face you just looked at him in confusion. He finally says “The dude that came here earlier asking for me” says laughing as he sees the confusion in your face. You just say “ Ohh ok he’s cute tho “ whispering the last part even tho he perfectly heard you .As a smirk flew across his face knowing that he was already making a plan to make you to get together.

[bobfloydsbabe]

Introduction

Hi! Welcome to my fics masterlist. This list encompasses all fics and drabbles I've written and posted on Tumblr, though some are cross-posted on other platforms. All fics feature OCs. I don't write reader inserts, and I don't intend to. I hope you'll enjoy these stories, regardless. You can find my OC masterlist here. Don't hesitate to ask if you have questions. Enjoy!

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TOP GUN: MAVERICK Writing for: Bob, Hangman, and Phoenix

BIRTHDAY BLURB NIGHT MASTERLIST

OUTER RANGE Writing for: Rhett Abbott

BRIDGERTON Writing for: Anthony Bridgerton and Benedict Bridgerton

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE Writing for: Peter Parker and Joaquín Torres

ONE CHICAGO Writing for: Jay Halstead

[margarethx]

I already talked about this before in more detail, but it’s still a problem, so here we go again... I really, really wish people would give Joaquín Torres more personality and better roles in stories that are ultimately about Sambucky. I feel like 9/10 times the guy gets reduced to either: 1) Sam’s fanboy, 2) a person who makes Bucky jealous... Nothing more. And I understand that both of those things are pretty heavily supported by canon (especially the first one), but he honestly deserves more.

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I would love to see more stories where Joaquín is saving Sam or Bucky’s ass. Or where he’s their younger over-enthusiastic friend they train to become a superhero. Well... Sam trains him and Bucky sits around complaining, but he’s reluctantly proud of the kid and his progress. Where Sam becomes some sort of his father figure/mentor. Where he’s supportive of them getting together without having his entire personality reduced to a pseudo-reader-insert Sambucky shipper. Let the guy do something cool on a mission, joke a little, impress other characters, have more than one personality trait...

I’m just kind of tired of Sambucky fics in which Joaquín is either: embarassing (because how dare he think he could date Sam when Bucky’s right there? haha), humiliated (because he dared to ask Sam or Bucky out and it backfired), stupid (because he doesn’t notice that they’re into each other, lol), annoying (because Sam and Bucky were about to have a moment and he had to walk into the room and destroy it), boring (he talks about something personal and the main characters just want him to shut up) etc... I don’t have a problem with Joaquín being part of those stories or even with him having a very small role in them. I have a problem with so many writers only putting him into those stories, so he can push Sam and Bucky by accident or to make him a target of some humiliating joke, because he was an obstacle standing in the way of a ship like a fool. He deserves a better treatment.

To be clear: I’m taking specifically about Sambucky stories that have Joaquín Torres in them. Not fics about Joaquín in general. And I don’t even believe there is anything inherently bad about Torres helping Sam and Bucky become a couple (it can be cute) or about Bucky being jealous (he sort of is), or about Sam being Joaquín’s idol (he clearly is). But you can use those tropes in different ways... And I feel like most people tend to choose the most boring or cruel interpretations that lead to Joaquín being so devoid of his natural charm that he could’ve been replaced with some random coworker named Dave and it wouldn’t make a difference. That boy is so excited, unintentionally funny, curious, cute, and determined to do a good job. It should really be easy to write him like that for one paragraph...

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And the weirdest thing about it is that I know a few writers who do that (or at least did that in the past), but who get (rightfully) annoyed or angry when Sam is written the same way... As an oblivious, kinda-straight, embarassing friend without personality, whose entire role is to push two other characters together - on accident or on purpose - or to be surprised and clueless when he learns they were together for a while.

Those authors already complained about it in the past when other people were treating Sam like that. But now they do it with Joaquín Torres and can’t see why that’s weird and unpleasant to read for someone who likes the guy.

[backtothefanfiction]

Imagine Joaquin going on an undercover mission posing as a bodyguard for mob boss’s daughter!reader. He’s told not to get too attached by his superiors. Not to get entangled with her by her father, but they still end up having a secret affair anyway. Will she still want to be with him when they finally come to take down her Dad and his real identity is revealed????

[donottouchredbutton]

Endlessly Falling

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

3k words

she was falling, and there was only one person she trusted to catch her.

set in the same universe as this fic

warnings: angst, fear, canon-typical violence but i think it's pretty vague, reader/ofc has a fear of heights, idk let me know if i'm missing anything

note: idk if this is any good, i wrote it in like four hours unedited while i was trying to distract myself from burnout from work. feedback is always welcome :) also let me know if you notice anything familiar about sunshine's backstory... idk maybe there's something there, maybe there's not. let me know what you think!

She was running for her life. Again. She was really getting tired of this shit. 

She remembered a few weeks ago when the worst thing she had to worry about was getting her essays turned in on time, emailing her professors, and working on her thesis, back when she was just a grad student. Since meeting Joaquin, she found herself in trouble a lot more than she ever expected to be. 

That wasn’t to say this was the first time she’s ever had to run for her life, or that meeting Joaquin was the start of her getting into trouble. Or that meeting Joaquin was her first time helping a superhero. No, she had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. She remembered when she was a teenager the few (multiple) times when her dad’s work followed him home (literally) and having to hide or having to flee her own home just so he could take care of it. Terrifying as it was, she had learned to be good at finding the best hiding spots on the fly. And she still remembered when she was nineteen being trapped in a cage with a monster (who, to be fair, was her dad, but we won’t go into the specifics this time), with the intention of being mauled to death alongside a woman she barely knew. And just a year later, having to travel halfway across the world to help a superhero with identity issues to stop a cult and rescue her dad from said cult (her dad had a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, but he would always tell her that her uncle was even worse). 

Yeah. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And she was positive it wouldn’t be her last, either. 

But she sure as hell didn’t miss having to do this. 

Sam and Joaquin had both understood and agreed initially that they needed her help if they were going to stop this underground terrorist group. Bucky had been on the fence about it at first, thinking her too nice and innocent to get involved, but once she had proved herself in a fight the first time he had realized he had jumped the gun on judging her. She was a formidable opponent while still being able to maintain her happy nature and her positive, love-for-life attitude. 

Which was why she found herself in this position for the first time in years. She hadn’t meant to cause a distraction, she had just been sent by the men on a reconnaissance mission to one of their underground meetings while the three of them tried to take out their base of operations nearby. Even to her, the meeting was much bigger than she had been expecting, and the sound of the men updating her on their progress through her earpiece was only confirmation: they were a much bigger threat than they had initially believed. She had been listening to one of the leaders of the group as he slowly but surely began riling everyone up, his voice raising as he spoke to them about forcing order to the world and subjecting the people who had no care for them. He was nearly shouting at that point, and it was honestly beginning to frighten her. She was so ensnared by his words that the sound of Sam yelling through the earpiece completely threw her off her guard. 

“GET DOWN! IT’S A TRAP!”

The sound of gunshots on the other end of her earpiece caused her to gasp in fear, which caused her to slap her hand over her mouth in dread. She was scared for her friends, but she was also terrified at the sudden silence that happened in the room next to her after she did so. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as what was surely only a few seconds felt like years as she awaited what would happen. She didn’t dare breathe as she waited, her back pressed against the wall to make herself as small as possible. 

“Someone’s here with us. Take care of it.”

The leader’s words were just loud enough for her to hear, but it was more than enough to set her off at a sprint to get out of there. 

She had been running for what had felt like forever when she finally thought to check in with the others to make sure they were okay, and to find out what the hell happened. 

“What the hell happened?” she shouted through the earpiece. 

“They knew we were coming! It was a setup!” Sam shouted back. He and Bucky were fighting off terrorists left and right as they themselves tried to get out of the base. Their initial plan had been to find the leaders at the base and to either a) reason with them and get them to come willingly (Sam’s idea) or b) stop them by any means necessary (Bucky’s idea), but the three men had been met with nearly an entire army once they got there like they knew they were coming. The place had been booby trapped of all things, tipping the group off so that they opened fire seconds later. They all knew that if they were in trouble, she would be too. “Get outta there, now!”

“I’m trying!”

And she was. Unfortunately for her, the place was a maze, and with about ten angry men chasing after her, it was hard for her to focus on where all of the hallways led to rather than just trying to get away from them. Her fear was making it hard to think, and luckily it was making it hard to think about the fear itself. She just needed to get away. 

The sound of Joaquin’s voice in her ear immediately began to uncloud her mind. “Find a way to go up! Stairs, ladder, window, anything! I’ll come find you!”

She wasn’t able to think about how he would be able to do so, but she listened to him anyway. She trusted him enough to believe he was telling the truth. 

Truthfully, Joaquin didn’t know if he was. He had split from Sam and Bucky once they had opened fire, Sam telling him to fly out of there to find their superior and tell them all they had learned about the group. He often thought about what it would be like to jump out as Falcon, but he wasn’t exactly able to reflect on those expectations when he was in the middle of a life or death situation. He thought once he did so that he was in the clear, but there had been a couple of helicopters right outside waiting for him. So, they had air support. Of fucking course they did. 

Joaquin was sure that their superior would get an earful from Sam once they were finally on the clear (if they ever got to that point). He was doing his best to take out the people shooting at him from the helicopters, making sure they stayed focused on him so they wouldn’t start shooting elsewhere, but the entire time his focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her, and he was riddled with guilt. 

Joaquin was the one who had fought so hard to convince Sam and Bucky that she could help them on this mission. While they had both known she could handle herself, they were hesitant to let her go into the field with them, especially on a mission like this. She would have to get about as close as she physically could to this terrorist group without them finding out she was there, and they weren’t willing to risk her getting hurt or worse if something went wrong. It was the last thing Joaquin ever wanted, but he saw how hard she fought to convince them. He saw her conviction and determination, and more than anything, he saw that she truly cared. She just wanted to help, and Joaquin knew that. She was running for her life right now because he was the one to convince them to let her help. 

She was in danger because of him. 

He was right about her needing to find a way up. She had found a door that led her to a staircase all the way up to the roof. She took a quick glance over her shoulder to see how close the men were, finding them far away enough for her to be able to lock the door behind her. If she wasn’t running for her life, she would’ve thought about how it definitely seemed like a safety issue for the door to even have a lock, but she was more concerned about buying herself at least a minute or two to get to the top. She didn’t look back again after she locked the door and began to race up the stairs, not until she heard the sound of a gunshot blowing the door open. The information that they did have guns with them scared her more than she thought it would. They liked the chase, and they didn’t want the end to be quick if they did catch her. The thought made her blood run cold, and a new wave of adrenaline filled her as she continued to run. 

Once she reached the roof, once again locking the door behind her to buy herself some time, she looked out to try to find Joaquin anywhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be found. She braced herself as she looked over the edge of the building she was on, and the realization of just how far up she was was quick to set in. She hadn’t realized how long the staircase was nor how far up she had run, but the sight of the city what looked like miles beneath her caused her heart to beat faster for a completely different reason. She could handle most things—monsters, cults, running for her life. Heights weren’t one of those things. 

“Joaquin,” she said. She tried to steady the tremble in her voice, trying to control her breathing. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted back, trying to dodge the helicopter that was currently shooting at him. He was not on his way, but he needed to be soon if he wanted any chance of getting to her in time. 

The sound of the men chasing her banging on the door to the roof made her jolt, dread filling her veins like venom. They were throwing themselves against the door to get it open. Unsuccessfully, sure, but the knowledge that they had the means to get the door open with their weapons made her believe that this was just a sadistic scare tactic. The thought made her sick. 

“Joaquin,” she warned. She was unable to hide the fear she felt from her voice. Even she could hear her voice shake. 

So could Joaquin, and he knew they were both running out of time. Taking out the pilot in the final helicopter, he set the thrusters of his wings to full power before jetting off to where she was. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted once again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be there in enough time. Thinking fast, he added, “You’re gonna have to jump!”

Her stomach dropped at the thought. “I can’t,” she whispered. But she knew she was running out of options. The men chasing her would get tired of playing with her, and in seconds they would be out there with her. She’d have nowhere else to go. Her hands were already shaking as the reality of what she had to do was setting in. 

And she was right. The sound of the door to the roof being blown open made her jump, and the sight of the men closing in on her filled her with a fear she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“JOAQUIN!”

“JUMP!”

She didn’t think. She ran to the edge of the building and jumped, right before they could grab her. 

She’s fallen before. She’s fallen out of tall trees when she was little, her dad constantly scolding her for climbing trees when she knew she might fall, but that’s why she always did it—to get better at climbing without falling. She’s jumped off of high platforms, trying to get down from where she was to try to help someone who needed it. She’s been thrown off of the side of a building before, but even then that was done when she was unconscious. This was something different. Being in free fall for so long, that sinking feeling in her gut never leaving but slowly getting worse as she seemed to fall closer to the ground in slow motion. The air whipped at her as if punishing her for jumping, her fear only growing as it felt like she would be endlessly falling. 

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think to breathe. She couldn’t think, her mind somewhere up in the clouds that she seemed to remember falling through when she jumped. Her eyes were dripping with tears she couldn’t stop as the cool air burned them as she went. Another punishment, she thought. The air was thin, too, choking her up even more. She couldn’t find her voice, though if she did, she wouldn’t have been able to think about calling for Joaquin again. She couldn’t think about whether he would catch her in time. She just had to continue falling. 

Joaquin’s heart raced as he did, his sights set on her as he flew to catch her. He could hear the fear in her voice when she said she couldn’t jump, it had been clear as day to him that she was afraid to. He hadn’t wanted to make her do it, but he knew she had to. And he knew he would rather die than let her hit the ground. He wouldn’t let her get hurt again. He would make sure of it. 

When he was finally close enough, his arms reaching for her, Joaquin felt time stop. He couldn’t think. The only thing he could focus on as he reached for her was her eyes. Those eyes he had seen could hold such light and happiness as he had come to know her, those same eyes that were squeezed shut from fear and wet with tears he knew she couldn’t stop. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, never daring to let go. 

Once she felt him surrounding her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, aware enough to not choke him but clutching onto him like her life depended on it, because it did. There was nothing that would get her to let go. And now that he was holding her, she could finally feel herself breathe again. 

They were both silent as he flew them away from the building, away from all of the bad men who wished them harm, away from where she felt for a moment she was falling to her death. The pit in her stomach from falling was gone, replaced with something else she couldn’t place. She still felt sick feeling her insides shaken so much, but it wasn’t just that. She felt a pull inside her, not in her stomach but maybe in her chest. She couldn’t know for sure, still barely able to think or process what was going on. The only thing she knew for sure at that moment was that she felt well and truly safe wrapped up in Joaquin’s arms. 

Joaquin finally landed them on the roof of another building, much much shorter than the one she had jumped from and miles away. With the way she was clutching onto his back, he knew she could use a moment to stand on her own two legs and catch her breath. Once his feet touched the ground, he slowly eased her down as well, taking care to handle her gently for fear of causing her any more grief. His arms didn’t leave her even as she got her footing, nor did they when she leaned heavily against him once she was standing. She was still gripping him for dear life, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He was sure he was holding her in a similar way. 

“Are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes. He always made sure that she was, and if she wasn’t, he always did what he could to help. 

“…Yeah,” she answered slowly, barely audible if it weren’t for her mouth being so close to his ear. “Just… need a minute.” 

Joaquin knew that they didn’t have a minute. He should’ve already been with his superior by now, finishing up with the debrief as they waited for Sam and Bucky to return as well. But he wasn’t concerned with any of that right now. The only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms, shaking like a leaf as she tried to calm down. For her, he would make the time. 

He readjusted his arms around her so that he was hugging her instead, one arm around her waist while the other came up to her shoulders, his hand holding her head against him and stroking her hair. He tried to steady his breathing in a way that she could follow, willing his own heart rate to slow down as he tried to help her calm down. 

She wasn’t the only one who had felt like they were endlessly falling. The only difference was, his had been slow and steady, hardly noticing it was happening until it hit him all at once. And he knew he would fall again and again if it meant getting to hold her like this. 

[fluffyprettykitty]

Serendipity

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 600 words

Outline: You were a hopeless romantic dreaming of finding the one, he was wishing for exactly the same.

Author’s Note: Day twenty-four of the over 200 words daily prompts for February. Today's prompt is 'library/bookstore au'. With a short dash of soulmates au.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

"Hello, I am looking for a book. But I can't seem to find it."

"No problem, just give me a moment."

The voice on the other side of the phone sounded warm and homely. You were sure it belonged to a beautiful man. It never took you long enough to find yourself infatuated with a man. The less you know them, the better.

Finding yourself playing with the phone cord while you were briefly waiting, humming, and daydreaming. Until he tells you that the store will have your book by Friday.

Enthusiastically you thank him and end the call.

Can you fall in love with a voice?

You were a hopeless romantic, looking at the same stranger for more than a minute always resulted in you getting butterflies.

Can you fall in love with a daydream?

Come Friday you were excited and ecstatic to pick up your book.

What you never expected is how each and every one of your expectations came true. But it didn't happen immediately.

Walking through the open door of the store, the distinct dingle of the bell is heard, the wind brushing your hair while you are scanning the room. Your steps were steady and stable. Determined to find what you were looking for.

Walking forward confidently you reach for the register and place your hands on the shelf tapping your fingers anxiously. A man comes to greet but you can tell by the way his voice sounds that this was not the one you had talked to earlier this week. Not to mention that he looked well to be in his sixties.

"Hello, how may I assist you?"

"I am supposed to be picking a copy of a book today."

"Ah yes, we have it right here."

"I am terribly sorry but I spoke to someone else on the phone?"

"Oh that was my son, Joaquin, he is not here yet."

"Oh."

You audibly exclaimed, evident disappointment in your voice but a smile creeping on your face. Your dream might yet come true.

"Do you happen to know my son?"

"No, no, I was just wondering that is all."

What you didn't know was that Joaquin was in the back opening and organizing some deliveries and could clearly hear your conversation.

"Alright here is your book. If you would like to browse a little you can. We offer very sensible prices."

The man's voice was cheery and warm, it resembled a homecoming.

"Thank you, of course, I will take a look around."

Turning on your heel, you head to the romance section, browsing through the different books. It was true that you loved buying copies of the same books the prettier the cover was.

You were holding a book and reading its back cover, deep in your thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Heard you have been looking for me?"

Maybe all of my life. You think to yourself and smile warmly.

It doesn't feel like a startle, more like the calm breeze of the ocean on a warm summer night.

There is a smile formed in the curl of his lips, kind brown eyes shining underneath his glasses, dressed in a white tee that illuminated his face and his silk curls. He runs his fingers through his hair and licks his lips together.

"I have. Have you been looking for me?"

Now there is a sly smirk on your face as you are placing the book down.

"Maybe all of my life."

Your smile turns wider as you now know you can walk straight into your daydream.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Waking up in Paris

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 700 words

Outline: You wake up with a ring on your finger and a man by your side.

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, naked bodies. Alcohol mention. Bad Spanish on me.

Author’s Note: Day four of the over 200 words daily prompts for February. Today's prompt is 'accidental marriage'. Very silly, very fanficy, enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

Paris. The city of love.

Oh, how you wished and dreamt ever since you were a little kid to come here and get married to the man of your dreams. What wouldn't you give for this fantasy to become real? All this planning and daydreaming and now you were here, in this beautiful city!

You agreed to come here to help your sick boss who couldn't be there for the proceeding week. What an opportunity. The first three days you spend your time between sightseeing and working dedicatedly to meet all your bosses requirements. On the fourth day since your projects were all ahead, on your work you decide to let loose and have a few drinks at a beautiful place near the Eiffel tower.

That was exactly ten hours ago. Right now?

Your head is buzzing and throbbing. A burning sensation is filling your stomach and you are blinking slowly trying to understand your surroundings. Waking up, you realize you are naked, that is very much true, you pull at the sheets to cover your body. The next moment you are horrified to find a man, with a beautiful back wearing a gold chain hanging on the back of his neck and with the loveliest fluffiest curly hair you had ever gazed upon.

He wasn't snoring, he was sleeping soundly, small breaths escaping his mesmerizing plump lips. You take a long look at him and you reach out with your hand to tap on his shoulder, only to find something odd adorning your finger.

A ring.

A gold ring.

A gold ring on that finger.

The sound of a high-pitched scream echoes through the room as you jump away from the bed. Mortified you look at the man who was now awake looking at you in surprise. He was handsome. You were naked. At least the wedding night must have been fun!

"Mi Amor, don't panic!"

Oh shit, he was pretty. And his voice was smooth, made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He was the definition of a very handsome man. Is very hard of you to stop looking at him.

And his curls. You did always go crazy for men with curly hair. Maybe that's not a bad decision- oh wait. You're not supposed to be distracted by his very good-looking Adonis-like body right now. Why is there a ring on your finger?!

"Oh no, oh god, oh please no. This can't be happening right now!"

Your voice is trembling as you are holding on to your sheet. In contrast, his expression is calm, a small reassuring smile on his lips.

"You don't remember last night?"

He tries to reassure you, wrapping the sheet around him and taking a few steps closer to you.

"I don't remember anything!"

"You agreed to marry me."

"I didn't agree to anything!"

"Carino, you said I was the man you were always looking for and wouldn't let me get away. Exactly like that. Then you found some lawyer you knew and he drew up a contact for us. He even brought us the rings."

Well, he isn't wrong. You did always say that the first time you would find a handsome man you would snatch him up immediately. Guess drunk you were really bold and determined. And you had a friend here who worked in law and specialized in common-law marriages. It all adds up.

"What are we even supposed to do now? You don't know me, I don't know you!"

"We can take it slow, carino, despacito, escuche, por favor. We will take it slow. Alright? We can get to know each other. Breakfast on me?"

He takes another step closer to you and he extends his arm for you to hold as a sign of peace.

"I don't even know your name."

"My name is Joaquin."

"Well, my name is Y/N."

With the puppy look on his face, it would be futile for you to resist. You take his hand and hold it softly. You can feel his heart beating through the veins and you squeeze his hand.

Maybe, just maybe, waking up (drunk and married) in Paris is not so bad after all...

[stealtheshield]

What Has Been Done

A Joaquín Torres x Reader fic dropping later tonight!

Summary: When a mysterious file ends up on your desk, you find yourself in the middle of a government conspiracy surrounding a figure known only as the Power Broker. After an incident leaves two people dead, you find yourself turning to your old friend Joaquín Torres, the only one who’ll listen to what you have to say. Together, the two of you go on the run, trying to find out the truth and clear your name before it’s too late.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: slow burn, friends to lovers, angst, violence, conspiracy, mentions of the military/police, eventual smut

hypothetically if i had a Joaquín Torres fic to offer, would anyone be interested? asking for a friend.............

[daydreamgoddess14]

ooh this was delicious! 💕💕

Hiii!!! Absolutely love your Joaquin fics rn!! Could you write a Joaquin x fem!reader, who has captain marvels powers? Or atleast very similar. Maybe it takes places during the celestial fight during new world order, and maybe also the aftermath?

No Strings Attached | Joaquin Torres x Avenger!reader

Summary; you had an agreement, a simple arrangement, but feelings are always inevitable in these things

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warning: Smut! 18+ Only! PinV, oral (female receiving), a little dirty talk

A/N: So I’m doing the double today. How very efficient of me. Also I recall a wish for the shower scene I wrote the other day to have turned into something spicy so I figured I’d deliver under this ask. Enjoy.

You didn’t have the time or focus for a relationship and neither did Joaquin. You didn’t even live in the same state. But both working with Avengers on Avengers level missions, you often ran into each other and ended up working with one another every few months or so. And on the occasions when that did happen, you both had found a great way to let off a little bit of steam post mission.

The second he found out his latest mission was going to be in your neck of the woods he couldn’t wait. It took all of his concentration to stay focused on the mission at hand and not on finally getting his dick wet later.

He was chasing down the bogey when your voice came through his comms. “Yo Torres, want an assist?”

He shook his head as he smiled to himself. Although it had been his mission, being in your city meant it was only a matter of time before you got involved. “I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show.” he said as he looked to his right and you pulled alongside him. Where he needed a whole suit and fancy gear to fly, you had cosmic powers that literally blasted you through the air like a rocket.

“What can I say? I was busy,” you threw back.

“Doing what?” he asked.

“Cancelling my plans for the evening,” you smiled at him with a knowing wink.

“Falcon, we’ve got two more missiles incoming,” a controlled male voice cut through the comm link to you both.

“I’ll get these two,” you said, indicating to the ones you were both currently chasing, “you get the other two.”

“Alright.” he agreed before he began to bank left and turn back toward the direction of the other two missiles.

Chasing down missiles was routine for you at this point. You angled your head forward, your arms pushing back to your sides as you put on another burst of speed to catch up to the missile on the right, coming up beneath it. You quickly began to guide it towards the direction of its companion and the two collided in mid air in a firey blast.

“How you doing back there feathers?” You asked through the comms, coming to a stop and hovering mid air as you sought out the flash of green against the blue sky that would indicate where he was.

“They’re splitting off.” he grunted down the comms as he tried to fight with one of the missiles, willing it to change course and drop down into the sea.

“I’m on it.” you said, spotting the stray missile in the distance. You raced for it but realised you weren’t going to make it in time. Instead you stopped and put all your effort into pushing a photon blast towards it, hoping to detonate it before it got too close to the ground. Your body jerked backwards with the force and you waited with baited breath for it to make contact.

3…2…1! Your arm came up to shield your face as you were knocked backwards by the blast but you quickly caught yourself again.

“Is that all of them?” you asked?

There was a pause before the other male voice from before came through the comms to tell you both that Cap had got things back under control on the ground and you could both stand down.

“Just another day at the office, huh?” you said to Joaquin as he came up alongside you again.

“Yeah, just another day at the office.” he agreed.

“At least I don’t have to do the paperwork on this one.” you taunted before you shot him a small salute and began to divert your course and head back home.

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It was nearly 9pm by the time he arrived. You’d been able to eat, tidy up, shower and even catch a couple episodes of the latest tv show you were binging. The second you opened the door to your appartment and let him in, he was on you.

“Is it weird if I say I missed you,” he panted between kisses and you pulled him inside and he kicked the door closed behind him.

“You mean your dick missed me,” you joked as you ripped the open checked button down off of his shoulders and he quickly slipped his arms out of it, not wanting to waste any time.

“Yeah, that too,” he said as his mouth tried to keep up with you as you guided him down the hallway to the open kitchen living room. “Dios mio eres hemosa,” he muttered to himself as you reached to pull your T-shirt up over your head and threw it across the room.

“Look you want to keep talking or do you want to fuck me? Your call Torres.” you panted as you tried to keep things moving along.

He quickly lifted his white T-shirt off over his head and exposed his golden skin to you.

“Someone’s been working out,” you commented as you took in his abs.

“Now who’s talking,” he grinned as he quickly closed the gap between you again, his hands threading into the hair behind your heads as he smashed his lips back into yours.

You couldn't help but moan against his lips as you felt him push his body up against you, his dick already growing hard and pushing against the zipper of his jeans. You both almost tripped over the arm of the sofa as you blindly tried to move back towards your bedroom, your hands completely lost as they frantically moved across one another’s skin.

“Uhg, fuck this,” he groaned, lifting you by the back of your thighs and slamming your back down into the couch cushions, his fingers scrambling to pull down your sweats and underwear before he dived headfirst between your legs.

You immediately began to whimper as his tongue carded through your folds, flicking hungrily at your sensitive clit. Your fingers tangled into his hair encouragingly as you tipped your head back, your eyes closing as you focused only on the feeling of his tongue against your cunt.

“Oh Joaquin, fuck,” you panted as you felt your muscles already beginning to tingle and grow tight.

He hummed happily into your pussy as he ate you out, your praise and whimpers like music to his ears as you squirmed beneath him. He was leaning over the arm of the chair to be at the right angle and he reached to undo the button and zipper on his jeans to alleviate some of the pressure from his erection, shifting his junk in his pants before he moved that hand back up towards your entrance. His slid two fingers inside you with ease, the tips of them curling in a come hither motion that had you practically writhing beneath him, desperate for release.

“Come on baby, just let go. Vamos bebe, dámelo.” he said huskily and you practically screamed as your climax took over you, soaking his fingers and tongue.

“Ahí está. Esa es mi chica.” His words always made you delirious. Always left you in a haze. And for just a little time you could imagine and play pretend. For those couple hours you were with him, you were his girl. And he was yours.

You quickly pushed him back off you so you could slam your mouth against his again, your tongue lapping your juices from his lips.

“God, you’re a fucking dream,” he praised and once again his words went straight to your head.

“Where do you want to do it? Here, or in the bedroom?” you asked him.

“How about here, then in the bedroom. Then in the shower, on the kitchen counter,” he listed off as your lips began to mark a hungry trail down the side of his neck, your hand moving to palm at his length as he fought to rid himself of his jeans.

“Sounds like a plan,” you panted, wanting to make the most of the limited time you had together, “How long do we have?”

“My flight leaves at 8am.” he said.

“Then, I guess we best get moving then,” you encouraged him.

“You still on the-“

“Yep,” you quickly responded, desperate to finally feel him inside you again after months of just playing with yourself and your magic wand.

“And you haven’t?”

“Nope.” You replied just as quickly. He always asked the same questions just to check in on the off chance anything had changed, but there was no one else other than Joaquin. That’s why you had started sleeping with him in the first place. No strings. No complications. Just really good sex. “What about you? Have you?”

“No.” he quickly said, but there was a flash of something in his eyes that said there was more to that answer than he really wanted you to know. “Okay, enough talking,” he panted as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the end of the sofa, tilting you up at just the right angle and lining himself up, before teasing his way inside. You both let out a deep moan as he began to fill you up, your mouth hanging open as his brow furrowed in concentration, not wanting to blow his load before he had even begun.

You were always so wet for him. So warm and welcoming. Fucking you felt like coming home and that scared Joaquin. No strings, that was what you both agreed, but he knew he was failing. Knew every time he saw you, every time you hooked up, he grew a little more attached to you. He’d wake the next morning and struggle to leave. He’d lay awake after a long day back home, just wondering what you were doing. If you thought of him in the same way. Sometimes he even thought about just buying a plane ticket and showing up on your door. Not even to have sex, but just watch tv and cuddle up on your sofa. To hear you laugh. To be with you when you wanted to cry.

“Oh shit,” he grunted as he continued to thrust into you, the realisation hitting him as his eyes locked onto yours, He was completely and utterly in love with you and he knew all it would take would be one more orgasm together and he would be completely and utterly yours.

You saw how the look on his face changed. You knew exactly what it meant too. “Say it,” you said to him as his eyes moved from your face to where your two bodies met, willing himself to make it less personal again. If he just focussed on that angle he could pretend he was watching porn. Detach himself from the act just long enough to get through this.

“Say it,” you demanded, but he shook his head. “Joaquin!” you said firmly, forcing him to look into your eyes again. “Say it,” you said again more softly and that’s when he saw it. The same feeling reflected in your eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

“Fuck,” you squeaked as he hit that sensitive spot inside you just right, “I love you too,” you panted, finally allowing yourself to admit to yourself and him what you’d known for a while now. “I love you too.” You breathed.

He practically growled in hunger at your words, his hips picking up pace as he became desperate to make you cum again. His girl. His only one. His thumb reached to rub circles over your clit. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, especially with the way you were looking at him and he needed you to finish with him. “Vamos baby,” he began to encourage his words husky, “necesito que te corras para mí.”

Your body began to tense under his ministration, your muscles bearing down in anticipation. You could see the concentration on his face, the effort to not blow his load just yet. Not before he had made you cum one more time this round.

You moved your fingers down to circle your clit, replacing his own fingers to speed the process along just that little bit quicker. “That’s it baby, so beautiful. That’s my girl,” he encouraged until you were able to let go.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, your fingers reaching to grip tightly onto his biceps and ground you as he continued to pump himself into your sensitive cunt once, twice, three times more until he stilled, his chest heaving as his body fell forward. His arms just about caught him, propping himself up before he collapsed on you completely as he filled you up.

You sighed as you breathed heavily and tried to regulate yourself. “Uhhhgg, so much for no strings attached.” you finally said when you didn’t feel like your heart was going to lurch out of your chest anymore.

“Yeah,” he chuckled and agreed, his head turning so he could look you in the eyes once again. “So much for no strings attached.” he repeated, before you both began to laugh.