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Delirious Decisions

AN: Thank you for tagging me @mercurial-chuckles in your Delirious Decisions. I’ve kept all the same prompts, but gone with some of my own pair ups. I’ve written a little something for each prompt, some as short as 200 words and some as long as around 900.

Some of my entries are little drabbles for some of my established pairings, but some are new and in fact three are set in Avengers Tower with a new reader insert who is an Avenger of currently unknown skills, nicknamed Pipsqueak by the team because of how short she is.

Ratings vary from G to E, but all are labelled. For some stories I haven’t specified the pairing at the start because I want the end reveal to be a surprise (but none of these stories include smut).

I hope you enjoy.

These are all un-beta’d and dividers are by @firefly-graphics and me.

Masterlist

Cuddle in a storm with 🛏️

Reader x Bucky Barnes. Rated T. Fluff and suggestive language. 230 words.

A gust of wind sent the raindrops hammering against the window, loud enough to startle you from your light doze. The arm around your shoulder tightened and a loving voice crooned in your ear. “It’s just the rain, Doll. Relax.”

You turned your head back into Bucky’s chest, nuzzling against his red henley. “‘M totally relaxed. How long’s i’ ‘posed to last?”

“Well into tomorrow. And we’re not supposed to go outside in it, unless we absolutely have to.”

Somehow you pressed your body even closer to the human furnace that was your boyfriend. “‘M not going anywhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “You’re not going to leave the couch? What are you going to do when I go to bed then?”

You let out a displeased grunt. “‘Kay. The couch or the bed.”

“Good,” he declared, decisively. “Because I would’ve been lonely all on my own.” Without warning he stood up, scooping you up as he did and you squeaked in shock.

“Bucky! Where are we going?”

“I want to go to bed,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But ‘m not tired!”

“I never mentioned sleep, Doll. There’s more things to do in bed than that, as you well know.” He grinned at you and you felt the heat rising up your neck. “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he continued. “Keep me safe from the storm.”

Accidentally send a spicy text to 😳

Reader (Pipsqueak) x ? Rated T. Suggestive themes. 400 words

“Clint!” You really wanted to screech, but part of you recognised you still needed to maintain a modicum of discretion. You came to a skidding halt next to the blonde archer and he took in your distressed state.

“What is it, Pip?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that short,” you hissed. “And this is an emergency.”

With a raised brow, he hopped up onto the counter. “An emergency, huh? What sort of thing counts as an emergency in your world?”

You resisted the urge to bite out something scathing - that wouldn’t help, given the circumstances. “You know I’ve been seeing this guy, yeah?”

“Nathan, right?”

“Right. So things have been going… alright.” You couldn’t help but wring your hands.

“Only alright? I’m sure you deserve more than ‘alright’, kiddo.”

“Yeah, so that’s what I was trying to do - make it more than ‘alright’, by sending him a message to… you know… let him know…”

“Oh!” Clint’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. “You ‘sexted’ him, didn’t you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Pip. But what’s the emergency? Did your ‘freak’ scare him off? If so, he’s not worth it.”

“No… it’s that… Oh God, it’s so embarrassing.” You buried your head in your hands, trying to hide, before blurting out “Isentittothewrongperson.”

His eyes widened even further. You were worried they were going to jump out of their sockets. “Which wrong per- Oh. Oh!” In two seconds flat he’d gone from sharing your worry to falling sideways on the counter in hysterical laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” You smacked him on the thigh with the back of your hand. “What do I do?”

Suddenly a sultry voice sounded from the corridor outside the common room.

“Kotenok! Where are you? I have some of those things you wanted to try.”

You squeaked and turned on your heel, shooting out the side door, Clint’s laughter still ringing in your ears.

A few moments later, Nat walked into the kitchen and settled on one of the bar stools next to Clint’s mostly horizontal body. “Are you gonna stop laughing?” she asked him. Clint drew in some ragged breaths and sat up, the evidence of his tears of amusement marking his face. “When you stop teasing her. She thinks you really thought the message was for you.”

Nat’s expression morphed into faux shock. “You mean it wasn’t?”

And they both burst out laughing again.

Get stuck in a "there’s only one-bed" scenario with Kiss and some 💋 🥵

Ari and his Angel. Rated M. Suggestive language and fluff. 400+ words

You looked at the bed, a little shocked and, if you were being honest, a little embarrassed. Yes you were a grown up, and did grown up things with other grown ups, but it felt weird that your parents were also aware — and accepting — of that.

You turned to your mom who was standing in the doorway. “So, umm, are both Ari and I in here?” You side-eyed the queen-sized bed, which had been plenty big enough for you as a teen, but looked very small now when you considered both you and Ari fitting in it together.

“Well,” your mom replied with a hint of mischief in her eye, “unless you can magically create another spare room, or you’re willing to sleep on the sofa — because let’s face it, your boyfriend won’t fit on it — you are, indeed both in here. Just remember, there are other people in this house, and some things ought to stay private.”

Behind your mom you heard Ari cover a snort with a cough, but you couldn’t glare at him without her seeing, so you just smiled and considered the torture you’d be in for tonight.

—----

Ari’s lips kissed a trail across your shoulders, his nose nudging the thin straps of your pajama top to the side. His large body was curled up behind you, a tell-tale hardness poking at your ass.

“Ari, quit it.” You slapped at the arm wrapped around your waist, but both of you knew it was half-hearted. Nonetheless, he stopped his sensual exploration.

“You really mean that, Angel? You want me to lie here, next to you, and not touch you. You want me to torture us both?” God, you could almost hear the pout in his voice.

“But you heard my mom. She was basically telling us that the walls are like paper. My parents knowing I have sex is bad enough, but them hearing it? I think I’d just die.”

The hand around your waist started to move, drawing light circles on your skin where your top had ridden up. “We’d just have to make sure you’re quiet, then.” He pressed his lips to your shoulder again, just once, leaving the ball in your court. He knew you needed him as much as he craved you. Several heartbeats of silence and then you were turning in his embrace and hooking your leg over his hip.

“I hope you’re ready to be covered in bruises from where I have to bite down to keep myself from crying out.”

He dipped his head and rubbed your noses together. “Angel, I’ll wear them with pride.”

Admire from behind (if you know what I mean) 🍑

There’s only one answer here. A little snippet of the Captain and his Brat. (I love you, then I hate you) Rated M. Mentions of corporal punishment in a D/S relationship. <300 words

Meetings were never your favourite thing - were they anybody’s? - but one thing that made it all worthwhile. Walking out after Steve. It would obviously have been better if he’d been wearing his tac suit, but his tan slacks did sterling service too, highlighting one of his best physical attributes. As he strolled down the corridor ahead of you, going over some of the points of the meeting with Rhodey, you decided to take in the view. God, your fingers itched to grab those two muscular globes and squeeze them. Give them a smack, or even sink your teeth into them. And then, if you did, what would Steve do to chastise you and put you in your place. You felt a rush of arousal pool in your core and you stumbled a bit as you walked. In front of you, you realised the exact moment Steve caught wind of your state, because there was a hitch in his own step and, without breaking his conversation, he glanced back over his shoulder at you and gave you a knowing look. You shivered at the heat contained within it.

Steve and Rhodey came to a stop outside of the latter’s office, which gave you a chance to slip by them, but as you did, you couldn’t resist it. Careful to make sure no-one else saw, you gave Steve’s right buttock as strong a squeeze as your hand could manage. He let out a little cough as his only reaction, and you smiled to yourself as you continued past, wondering how your Captain would respond, in the name of keeping you in line…

Push down the stairs (Oh, boi😏) 🪜

Reader x Ransom (Yesterday’s Dream, Tomorrow’s Nightmare, Never-ending nightmare) Rated M. Prior kidnap, prior rape, basement wife, non-con collaring, violence. <500 words

All you had to do was wait for your moment. From the moment you’d been brought here, you knew that if you bided your time, then a way of escape would eventually present itself. You’d given up fighting days — weeks — ago. Ransom was going to do what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of breaking you over and over. Making him think that you were weak and resigned to your fate would work in your favour at some point. You had to hold on to that belief. The collar around your neck chaffed, but if your luck held, then it wouldn’t be long until you could discard the hated piece of leather.

He had been fooled by your act once before, until he’d brought the other man — Ari — who’d seen right through your facade, but after that night you hoped that both men thought you were broken down. Your belief was bolstered by the fact that Ransom had started to let you out of the basement and into the house proper. It was always at night, when he’d sent his housekeeper and chef home, but it still allowed you to get a better idea of your surroundings. This evening he’d decided that he wanted to watch football on the frankly vulgar sized television while you cock-warmed him, first with your mouth and then with your cunt, until he tipped you forward onto the carpet and finished inside you. Now it was time for him to return you to your prison for the night.

You followed him, eyes downcast, as he led you back to the door. When he turned his back to you, so he could unlock the door, your breath caught in your throat, anticipating the right moment. You’d only have one chance. As the basement door was pulled wide, but before Ransom could step away from it, your arms shot out, all of your body weight put behind them. You shoved him. Right between the shoulder blades. The moments stretched into an eternity as you watched him wobble and hoped that it would work. His cry of surprise rent the air and his arms pinwheeled. One hand caught on the door frame, and without a moment’s hesitation you pushed him again, screaming your fury at him.

Ransom’s foot slipped and his balance faltered and in the next instant he was tumbling down, landing at the bottom with a sickening thud which morphed into an unnatural silence. You turned on your heel, running through the house towards the front door. There, on a side table, was a bowl containing car keys. You scooped them up and ran out of the front door. You clicked the remote, trying to identify which car they belonged to — there were several lined up under a carport. Lights flashed in the darkness and you ran towards them and your freedom.

Ruin in the best way possible 😈

I’d say ‘poor Joaquín’, but I don’t think he’s finding it too bad… (Ojos Asi) Rated E. Sexual Content, inc edging and mild bondage. 150+ words

“Dios! Mi sol!” You straddled Joaquín, your hips undulating as you rode him. Beneath you, your boyfriend’s arms strained against the leather cuffs binding his wrists to the headboard. How had you gotten so lucky to have a man like this? A man who looked so beautiful as you took him apart. After securing him, you’d teased his body with your fingers, lips and tongue, taking him into your mouth as he’d arched under your touch. You’d chuckled to yourself when he’d sworn out a litany of Spanish the second time you’d brought him to the edge, but refused to let him tumble over. However, you had promised him that the third time would be the charm. You held onto his thigh and rested your other hand on his chest as you moved, grinning down and taking in the view. Sweat sheened on his skin, his hair was delightfully mussed and his eyes almost black with desire. And you couldn’t wait to do it all again.

Invade the dreams of 💤

Reader x ?. Rated M. Pining, psychic powers, accidental mind invasion, implied smut. <900 words

It had started out as an accident. Your psychic powers were fairly new to you, having only started to manifest, sporadically, in your late teens. However, it hadn’t been more than a minor convenience until about six months back, when you found yourself accidently getting caught up inside other people’s heads. It had been frightening, for both you and the person concerned and you’d had a few close scrapes when some folk had followed up that fear with violence. Luckily for you it had only taken a few calls to SHIELD for someone to take you seriously, and you’d ended up here, in Avengers Tower, where you would have the space and help you needed to get your powers under control.

You’d mainly been working with Wanda and Loki — they were the ones best placed to help you — but you also spent time with all of the others. They were a nice bunch of people, all of them strong but damaged in their own ways. It made you feel as though you belonged. However, with one person in particular, that regard morphed into something else — a big fat crush.

Whenever you saw him, your breath caught in your throat and your heart started to beat that little bit faster. He was so charming. So strong and self-assured. Whenever you were alone you couldn’t help but think about him, wondering how it would feel to be held in his strong arms. To be kissed by his plush lips that always seemed to wear a smile. It therefore wasn’t a surprise to you when you started to dream about him.

Night after night, your subconscious made him the focus of your fantasies. Not all of them were x-rated, but a lot were, and you’d wake in sweat, an ache between your legs. How were you supposed to look at him in the light of day, with all these sordid thoughts spinning in your mind? And when you realised he seemed to be avoiding you, you couldn’t work out if that made it all better or worse. Yes, you didn’t have to see the sparkling blue of his eyes or the way sweat sheened on his muscles when he walked past after spending time in the gym, but a lack of contact during the day seemed to make your mind yearn for him more in the night. Your mentors noticed that you were withdrawn and made gentle enquiries, but how could you tell them the thoughts you were having?

A pounding on your door jerked you out of sleep — out of the latest erotic dream. You wiped your hand down your face before staggering to your feet. It couldn’t have been some massive emergency — FRIDAY would have notified you if it was — but you wondered who could want you at three twenty-seven am on a Wednesday morning.

You pulled the door open with more force than you meant, only to stop as you saw him there. Bare chested, breathing heavily, blonde hair all sleep-mussed and an unignorable tent in his pants.

Thor.

As soon as he saw you he appeared to change his mind, making to step away without saying a word, until you grasped his wrist in your own small hand.

“Wait! What are you doing here? Why did you wake me?” How were you being so brave? You wanted to hide, to quake in your slippers, but the ache within you seemed to be pulling you forward. Onward.

Immediately he crowded through your door, kicking it shut behind him and cupping your face in his hands.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice almost cracking from suppressed emotion.

“Doing what?” you replied, confused.

“Invading my dreams, little one. It’s maddening. I think that I have you in my arms and then I wake to find it was just a fantasy. I yearn for you, night after night. I am distracted by it. I need it to either be real or for it to stop. Do you understand? I can’t—”

Your jaw dropped open and your head spun. Had you been meeting Thor night after night in the dream-plane. Differing emotions clashed within you. Guilt at having invaded his mind in such a way, but also hope, because from what he was saying he wanted the reality as much as you did.

“I—” you started suddenly unsure how to answer. How did you tell a literal god that you burned for them? That you wanted them more than could be reasoned?

Thor let out a dejected sigh, apparently taking your silence for rejection. For the second time he made to move away and you were spurred out of your stupor and into action. You threw yourself forward, lurching up onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. You couldn’t tell him what you were thinking, but you could show him.

For a heartbeat he didn’t respond, but then his arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed you up against the wall of your room. His lips moved over yours, before his tongue demanded entry. You moaned into his mouth and bucked your hips against him, your dream induced ardour flaring back into life and enabling you to whisper out your need.

“Make it real. Please.”

Fake a relationship with for drama 🎭

Reader x ? Rated T. Shenanigans. <500 words

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him,” Wanda hissed in your ear as you leant against the bar and watched the other Avengers circulating around the ballroom, shaking down the great and good for more donations to Peppers current charity.

“What’s not to believe,” you responded with a coy smile, not removing your gaze from the object of Wanda’s surprised outrage. “He’s handsome, he’s amusing, he’s got the skills.”

“He’s a murderer!” Wanda’s voice was less of a hiss now, and a few of the people near-by turned at her outburst. It was hard to hold back a grin.

“Wanda, half the people in this room could be given that same label, depending on your outlook. And it’s not like he was in his right frame of mind.” Sensibly, your friend didn’t respond to that. The pair of you stood in silence a little longer until you downed the last of your drink and firmly placed the glass down. Straightening your spine you strode across the room, coming up behind him and placing your hand on his shoulder, and revelling in the feel of his velvet jacket against your palm.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” Three heads turned in your direction, eyes of blue, brown and green. “Would you mind if I stole this one away? I have a hankering for a turn around the dance-floor, and this one is rather nimble on his feet.” Without waiting for a response, you looped your arm through his and drew him away. As you made your way to the space in front of the band, you could feel the incredulous stares of Steve and Tony behind you.

“Darling,” your companion whispered in your ear, “I believe we’re making a scene.”

It was true, from the corner of your eye you could see people beginning to notice the pair of you. Your left hand went to his shoulder as his right rested on your waist, and your other hands joined together.

“They’re probably wondering if you’re going to corrupt me, or whether I’m going to reform you.” Suredly, Loki began to lead you around in time to the music.

He chuckled, low and silky. “I think it’s entirely possible for both to occur. However, what I can’t understand is how all of the others think you’re this meek and mild goody two-shoes. You’re living for this drama as much as I.” He dipped you, and it was difficult to suppress a full-blown belly laugh. “Minx,” he grinned at you. “How long until we can unsubtly leave and have people think we’re up to no good.”

“After this song, I would think.” You winked at him and he rolled his eyes with all the drama this little show deserved.

“Careful, little one. I might start to think you really mean all of this.”

You pondered his words and wondered to yourself if that would actually be a bad thing at all….

Team up with for a heist 🕶️

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Clint. Rated G. Hi-jinx, Tower fic, Avengers as family, fluff, Shenanigans. <700 words.

You crept along the hallway behind your partner in crime, excited, but also a little scared. Not that there would be any real, horrific consequences if you got caught. This was all in the name of friendly mischief after all. Still…

You tapped Clint on the shoulder and he turned to face you, questioningly.

“Do you think we’ll get caught?” you sighed. He had his hearing aids in, but signing was far more stealthy when you were trying to sneak up on enhanced folk.

“Not if you stick to the plan. I’ll run interference and you grab the treasure.”

You nodded in agreement, and continued forward. When you reached the open door to the common room, you stopped again, waiting outside as Clint straightened up and strolled in, as if he had no cares in the world.

“Hey fellas!”

Okay, you thought from outside, no Nat or Wanda in there. Good to know.

“Hey, Barton.” The deep voice of Bucky answered, and you knew that if he was there, then…

“How’s it going, Clint?” … Steve was there as well. The two were joined at the hip and it was sickeningly sweet. However, outside of Nat, they were going to be the hardest to sneak past. You just had to trust that Clint could distract them.

“Well,” you heard him say, “it’s a funny story…” That was your queue. The plan was that he would start some long, rambling story that had no real conclusion to it while you snuck in the room and carefully grabbed your prize. Looking around the door frame you could see your heist partner and the muscled backs of two super-soldiers, whose body language still gave off an air of interest. With all the stealth you could muster, you tiptoed into the common room, thankful for the carpet on the floor that muffled your steps. However, you did need to get into the kitchenette, which had a tiled floor.

Keeping low, you scurried across the open space and ducked down behind the counter. Clint was still droning on about his friend’s cousin’s son who’d found a one-eyed dog cowering behind a dumpster, and when he did an impression of said dog, letting out a mournful howl, you carefully opened the cupboard in front of you. There was your prize! You wanted to clap your hands in glee, but that would have to wait until later.

It was a moment’s work to pull the cloth bag from your back pocket and you waited for Clint’s next sound-effect to grab what you came here to find. You heard Bucky sigh, loudly and unsubtly, and you waited with baited breath, hoping that Clint could hook him back into the story. The sudden sound of Clint trying to be a bomb seemed to work so you decided to do a grab and dash. Once you rounded the corner, back into the corridor, you sped up into a sprint, before jumping up to grab the vent-duct access door and scrabbling up into your and Clint’s not-so-hidden highway.

You crawled along until you got to the junction that was your current ‘nest’. A soft thunk and a snuffling noise let you know that your charge had woken up.

“Hey, boy.” You reached out and scratched the dirty yellow dog on the top of his head. A few minutes later, Clint appeared by your side, grinning.

“The secret to any lie is to mix in a bit of the truth,” he announced as he reached into the bag beside you and opened the bag of artisan jerky. He pulled out three pieces, passing one to you, shoving another into his mouth and holding the other one out in front of the dog.

“Here you go, Lucky. Some of Bucky and Steve’s personal stash. Full of protein and low on additives.” The animal quickly scoffed it down and started to look around for another piece. The whole bag was empty within a matter of minutes, which was about the same time the three of you heard wails of anguish echoing up into the metal vents.

“Clint! Pip! Where’s my goddamn jerky?”

Friend-zone for life 🛑

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Peter Parker. Rate T. Angst, Unrequited love, friendship, feels. Approx 650 words

“Oh, Peter.” You sighed and gave him a sad smile. The young avenger stood in front of you, his dark hair tamed within an inch of his life with gel, wearing a dress shirt and slacks and holding a slowly wilting bunch of flowers in his hand. It was obvious that he’d heard you griping about your lacklustre love-life and how frustrating it was to be single in the lead up to Valentine’s day, because here he was, standing at your door with the most hopeful look on his face and you were about to break his heart.

“Please hear me out,” he garbled. “I know I’m a bit younger than you, but they say that age is just a number, and it’s not that big of an age gap, and like I’m in my prime and so are you, you know, for umm…” he trailed off as he turned bright pink.

You held back a second sigh — it wouldn’t help — and stepped back from your door to allow him to enter. It wouldn’t do to have this conversation out in the corridor. “Come in. Sit down.”

Peter scurried over to your couch and sat down on the edge of it, his hands holding the bouquet in a death grip. You took a careful seat on the single armchair opposite. “Look, Peter. I’m not going to say I’m not flattered — you’re a good looking young man and you have a lot to commend you — but I’m not what you’re looking for and you’re not what I’m looking for.”

“Oh.” His head dropped and you felt like the scum of the earth. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. “I just thought…”

“I know you did. And let me tell you, when I was your age there is no way I would have approached someone I had a crush on, especially if they were older than me.”

“You’re only nine years older,” he started to argue, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“Yes, and when you’re my age, nine years older doesn’t mean that much. However, when you’re your age, nine years is a lot. But it’s not even that. I don’t want you thinking you can wait a few years and try again. I don’t want to upset you — I never would, you mean too much to me — but I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve known you since you were fifteen. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re my friend — my honorary little brother. I’m never going to be able to love you the way you want and the way you deserve.”

Peter seemed to slump even further, making him look even smaller and even younger. And then you heard the sniff.

“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” He suddenly stood up and pressed the heel of his palm to his eye. You turned your head away, trying to give him a semblance of privacy to get himself under control.

“I’m sorry, too. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Yeah. Friends.” There was a petulant note in his voice, but you couldn’t be mad at him. His emotions were currently in charge. “You can keep the flowers. Or bin them. Whatever.” He dropped them on your coffee table and stalked over to the door, leaving your apartment and letting it bang shut behind him.

Now you let out that sigh, cradling your head in your hands as the emotional anguish washed over you. You peered at the flowers, a few of them now hanging limply on snapped stems.

“FRIDAY,” you called out. “Can you ask Tony to go and find Peter? I think he could do with a friend right now.”

“Sure,” the AI responded. “And would you like me to ask Mr Barton to come to you?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

Adopt a pet with ��

For this I’ve picked M’Baku and his Sabi-Star ([River Deep] Mountain High). Rated G. Fluff. Approx 350 words.

You pressed yourself to M’Baku’s side, both awed and wary at what was in front of you.

“When I said I wanted a pet to keep me company, I was thinking about something a little more ‘lap’ friendly. Or at least manoeuvrable.”

Your lover laughed beside you, the sound rumbling in his chest as much as it rumbled through the air. “Yes, but here in Wakanda, we don’t do anything by halves. And these animals are well trained and extremely loyal. Better than any dog.”

You looked at him pointedly, still not convinced.

“Ah, Sabi. Come,” he cajoled. “We must get closer and let them know you. Maybe pet one of the babies?”

You transferred your gaze from him to one of the babies in question. You did have to admit that they were pretty cute, especially when they ran and their ears flapped around. Giving a small nod of assent, you carefully paced forward, concentrating on these animals that were almost entirely unknown to you - outside of textbooks and the odd zoo visit at least.

M’Baku held out his hand in front of him, and you copied his action, moving cautiously, and the baby Rhinoceros huffed at the pair of you, seemingly disappointed that neither of you held some kind of treat. It moved closer, and you held your breath as it snuffled at your robes, still hoping that you hadn’t arrived empty handed.

Slowly, you reached out your hand and scratched the youngster behind one of its leathery ears and a giggle escaped you. Of all the things you’d experienced here in Wakanda, this was the most surreal. Suddenly, one of the adult rhino’s let out a bellow and the calf’s ears pricked up before it turned on its heels and trotted back over to the rest of the herd.

Behind you, W’Kabi sniggered. “That one is curious, unomdla. He will make a great War Rhino when he is grown. He is not frightened of one thing.”

“Yes,” M’Baku agreed. “Akọni.”

You watched the rhino calf frolic in the grass with the other youngsters, and felt yourself smile as your heart melted.

“Akọni.”

Take on a late-night drive with 🚗

Reader x Lee Bodecker. Rated E. Blowjob, unsafe driving, future sexy time discussed. Approx 250 words.

“Fuck, darlin’! That mouth on you.” The car lurched to the side, before coming back under control.

You pulled off Lee’s cock with a pop and smiled up at him. “Eye’s on the road, Sheriff. You don’t wanna get pulled over for dangerous driving.” You continued to jack him in your spit slicked hand. “You just get us to the look-out safely, and if you manage not to come, then maybe I’ll let you add a little cream to my peach pie.” You gave him a theatrical wink and then resumed your task, licking and slurping all over his shaft before widening your lips over his fat tip.

You hadn’t planned on giving Lee road-head on the way out to ‘your spot’, but you’d been feeling some kinda way all day, and just couldn’t wait a moment longer to get your hands on him. You loved the way his soft flesh filled your hands. How the weight of him on top of you, spent and sated, made you feel safe and relaxed. And you knew, that even if he did blow in your mouth he wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied — he was good with his mouth and hands and he could keep you warm with those until he recovered. Now that you thought about it, that was feeling like a better idea. You hummed and felt him twitch, then slid your hand down to massage his balls.

It turns out that going for a late-night drive could be fun…

Let them fight your battles (while you swoon) 🛡️

This is definitely Nick Fowler and his spoiled brat (Ice Sculpture, Satin and Lace for my lover). Rated M. Violence, Suggestive language. Approx 450 words.

“Come on, darling. You look like you wanna have some fun.”

You reared back and wrinkled your nose as the guy who’d been pestering you all evening, and been getting subsequently more and more drunk, lurched back into your personal space.

“I do, which is why I came here tonight. With my friends. And why I kept telling you ‘no’. Now take the hint and go away.” This man had been the only blot on your night out with friends, and now he had followed the group of you out of the club. Of course he still didn’t engage the last few brain cells he had left, and his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Frigid bitch.”

Instead of being outraged, you rolled your eyes. Now, you could deal with this yourself but it would be far more interesting to watch—

A third hand appeared, gripping your assailant the way he was gripping you, except that this third hand squeezed a lot harder. The man let go of you with a cry and was wrenched away from you with a large amount of force. He staggered, his balance severely impaired, but he wasn’t allowed to fall. Because Nick wasn’t done with him yet.

The drunkard didn’t really know what was going on when the punch landed on the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, but in contrast Nick looked totally unruffled, albeit very angry. God he was magnificent. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation, barely noticing the discomfort of your friends at the violence unfolding. Or maybe you just didn’t care.

A second punch followed the first and this time Nick let the man fall, but only so he could follow it up with a violent kick to the ribs, and a stamp to his outstretched hand. He hadn’t even said a word.

Satisfied that the drunken scum wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Nick turned and walked toward you, carelessly wiping away the blood from his knuckles with the handkerchief from his pocket. When he reached you, he cradled your cheek in his palm and you relaxed into it.

“Are you alright, dragostea mea?” His voice was full of concern.

“I’m fine, Nicky. Just need you to take me home.”

“Yes, you need to rest after such a shock.”

You looked up at him, a mix of incredulity and condescension. “No, Nicky, I need you to bend me over and rail me until I cry.”

“Well, who would I be if I denied a lady her wish?”

With a chuckle, you linked your arm through his and let him lead you over to where his car was parked, totally oblivious to the expressions of shock behind you.

Flirt shamelessly with 🌶️

Reader x Tony. Rated M. Sexual Banter, Innuendo, HR nightmare conversations. 550 words.

“You wanted to see me?” You walked into Tony’s office and closed the door behind you. Not because you wanted privacy, per se, but more to stop anyone else overhearing your banter and reporting the pair of you to HR.

Your boss, and friend, looked up from his desk with a big grin on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I always want to see you, Bun-bun.”

You grinned back as you walked closer and perched yourself up on the antique mahogany. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Tone.”

Tony clasped his hand theatrically to his chest. “You wound me, Bunny. As if I would restrict my attention to just your sex. Think of all the disappointed fellas.”

A chuckle bubbled up your throat, but you only indulged it for a moment. You were here for work after all. “So what can I do you for, my Liege?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere… but yes, actual adulting.” Tony rolled his eyes and you resisted the urge to smirk — he was so dramatic. “We — and by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’ — need to chase up Cyber-research on their report into the latest AI automaton, Prosthetics need to feedback on, well, the feedback issues and I need a Non-fat, almond milk, Venti Caramel Frappucino.”

Your left eyebrow rose up into your hairline. “One, what did your last slave die of? And two, I thought you only drank black coffee?”

Tony lent across the desk, getting closer to you as if he had some kind of secret to reveal. “In reverse order, Pepper tells me I ought to have a more varied diet and if you, sweet Rabbit, were my slave, I would definitely have you doing far more interesting, and stimulating things, than chasing reports and picking up coffee. Alas, you are merely my PA. Although I do have an opening for a slave position.”

“Just the one position? You disappoint me, boss. I’d expect you to be far more versatile.”

He shrugged with a facade of nonchalance. “I can be versatile, just ask — actually, no. Don’t ask them. It didn’t end well. Anyway, chop-chop. The quicker you leave, the sooner you come back with my coffee and I can continue to convince you of the benefits of being my personal servant as opposed to my personal assistant.”

You pushed yourself off the desk and smoothed down your skirt. “It’s a good thing I can take all of this in the manner in which it’s meant, Tony. Anyone else would have you watching a disappointed Cap video about sexual harassment.”

At your comment, Tony pulled a disgusted face and you giggled as you walked towards the door. You took hold of the knob, turned it and were about to make your exit when Tony decided that he had, of course, to have the last word. “If there’s ever anything else you want to take—” he waggled his eyebrows, “— I have privacy glass in this office.”

You clicked your tongue, flipped him your middle finger and went back to your job, with a shake of your head. Not everyone could handle Tony, but you had to say it made your days that bit more interesting. And who knew, maybe, one day, you’d take him up on his offer.

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sorchathered · 7 months ago

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I need some inspiration to get this chapter kicked off so I can submit it to you guys tomorrow! anybody want to send me some prompts?!

Smut prompts

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babygirl-diaz · 2 years ago

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Samtember Day 09: Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

841 words | Rated G | @samsseptember

((I chose Carnival as the theme))

It was a warm summer night and Joaquin arrived at Sam’s apartment in a car he borrowed from his friend. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, straightened his olive jacket, and ran his fingers through his hair to make sure that it looked good. After deciding that he looked enough, Joaquin went to the door and rang the doorbell.

When Sam opened the door, Joaquin’s breath was almost knocked out of him. He wore a white button-up shirt and black slacks, and he was perfectly groomed, as always. Joaquin felt his heart racing. “Wow, you look beautiful,” he managed to say.

“Thank you,” Sam replied as he stepped out of the apartment. ‘You don’t look too bad yourself,” he added cheekily.

“Thanks,” Joaquin chuckled as he led Sam to his car.

“I didn’t know you could drive?” Sam said as he got in.

“I’m from Arizona, Sam. It’s kind of a requirement to drive out there,” Joaquin replied and pulled out of the street. “This is my friend’s car, by the way. I never really needed one here in New York.”

“How are you liking New York and the civilian life, anyway?” Sam asked.

“I miss home. I’m not gonna lie. But I’m glad you’re here.” Joaquin didn’t mean for it to sound as flirty as it did. But oh well, the damage was done.

Sam just laughed at that. So that was a good sign. “So, ready for a fun evening?” He asked instead.

“With you, I am always ready for an adventure,” Joaquin replied, blatantly flirting with Sam again.

“You’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?” Sam asked.

“I am trying to.” Joaquin didn’t look over at him and kept on driving.

Random small talk filled the rest of the trip upstate. When they finally got to the fair and parked, Joaquin was immediately by Sam’s side when he got out. There were bright lights everywhere, as it was after dusk. They first browsed the place before stopping near the games. Joaquin tried Ring Toss at first but was absolutely terrible at it. He then tried his hand at whack-a-mole and that’s where he excelled. He won a giant brown teddy bear, which he handed over to Sam.

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m not carrying this thing around the fair,” he told Joaquin.

Joaquin turned his sad big brown eyes at Sam, who sighed and took the teddy bear. “So manipulative,” he grumbled under his breath, but Joaquin heard it anyway. He followed Sam through the fair with a pep in his step.

Once they got hungry, the two of them had funnel cake and cotton candy like a couple of kids.

“Do you know how many carbs these things have?” Sam asked as he ate the funnel cake.

“No, do you?” Joaquin asked.

“No, but I don’t care right now because I am having the time of my life,” Sam replied and gave Joaquin a smile that brightened his whole evening.

After they finished eating and walked around, Joaquin dared to take Sam’s hand, who didn’t protest, so that was another good sign.

“You wanna go on the Ferris Wheel?” Joaquin asked once they were near the brightly lit giant wheel.

“Sure, why not?” Sam shrugged and dragged Joaquin along to stand in the line. Once they got to the front, Joaquin let Sam ‌take a seat while he talked to the operator.

“What was that about?” Sam asked once Joaquin got in.

“Oh, I was just asking him how old this thing was because it doesn’t look very safe,” Joaquin replied.

“Not afraid of heights now, are you, Joaquin?” Sam teased, bumping his shoulder against Joaquin’s.

“No, of course not! I mean, if I was afraid of heights, then I would never wear the Falcon suit.”

“I know, I know, I’m just joking,” Sam chuckled and leaned in to kiss Joaquin’s cheek.

Joaquin’s entire face suddenly felt very warm, and he looked up at Sam, surprised.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Sam told him.

The Ferris Wheel soon started going around and Joaquin slowly moved the teddy bear Sam had placed between them to the side and scooted closer to Sam. If Sam noticed, then he said nothing.

Once they reached the top, the Ferris Wheel stopped.

“Um, Sam?” Joaquin called out.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, looking over at him.

Under the bright lights of the Ferris Wheel, Sam looked even more beautiful. “Can I- uh- can I kiss you?”

Sam burst out laughing, dwindling Joaquin’s confidence a little.

“You gave the operator money to stop up here, didn’t you?” He asked.

“How did you-”

“That’s a classic trick. I bet the operator makes tons of money on the side.”

Joaquin blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes, by the way.”

Joaquin looked up when he heard that. “What?”

“You can kiss me,” Sam said, leaning in.

Joaquin closed the gap between them and finally kissed him. He could swear there were fireworks behind them or maybe they were just in his heart.

#samtember2023 #day 09 #carnival #king of mardi gras #sam wilson #joaquin torres #samquin #tfatws #captain america #fanfiction #aashnas drabble

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heartswarm-void · 1 year ago

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“Torres, please tell Birdbrain he forgot to pack the binoculars,” Bucky mutters, clearly annoyed. Joaquín shrugs.

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“Yo, Torres, tell Robocop the extraction site’s changed. I’ll send the coordinates.” Joaquín sighs, rolling his eyes.

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“Torres, would you please—”

“Jesus Christ, you guys know we’re all on comms, right? You don’t have to drag me into your lovers’ quarrel, I’m not a hotdog in the middle of your buns!” Joaquín screams, utterly done. There’s a long pause.

“Hotdog? Buns? That’s a strange metaphor, Torres,” Bucky remarks, matter-of-factly.

“I concur. That’s fucking weird,” Sam chimes in.

Joaquín does a facepalm. Kids these days.

#sambucky #joaquin is essentially me #tfatws #drabbles #drabble #joaquin torres is so done

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marvelwritingmadness · 2 years ago

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I feel like I want to start up

SMALL THINGS DRABBLE COLLECTION

again….idk I miss writing drabbles.

And I have so many new ideas

They would all be x reader of course

Unless they’re paired with someone else specifically

Idk I might not…I’ll sleep on it

#small things drabble collection #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #bruce banner #jen walters #riri williams #shuri udaku #joaquin torres #thor odinson #natasha romanoff #clint barton #kate bishop #yelena belova #monica rambeau #riri wiliams

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kaylasficrecs · 1 month ago

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a-dorable.

pretty boy🩵 {j.t. x fem reader}

a/n: i wrote this in my notes at 3 in the morning so its lowercase on purpose. its not the greatest but there’s a better fic for this pretty boy in progress also gif not mine

“hey pretty boy” that’s how you always greeted joaquín. along with other nicknames. he realized its how you talk to your friends but you have a special set for him pretty boy, sugar, and baby. yet the two of you aren’t together and it confuses the hell out of everyone but the two of you. sam wasn’t sure how much longer he could take watching the two of you act like this.

“torres. do me a favor and make her your girlfriend” sam groaned interrupting joaquín’s story about the two of you going to dinner together the other night.

“i don’t think she wants me like that” he said confused. sam looked at him like he lost his mind.

“that girl who calls you pretty boy. hell i’ve heard her call you baby! and you’re gonna sit here and tell me she doesn’t want you like that? either i’ve gone crazy or you’re oblivious” sam rants.

with you and your best friend on your end you’re asking which outfit you should wear for your next hangout with joaquín.

“at this point i’m sure you could wear a potato sack and he’d love it” your best friend azalea comments laughing.

“zay he would not” you say with a laugh, a little frustrated with the choices you’ve pulling from your closet.

“petal, it’s joaquín we’re talking about here. he adores you. and you adore him. remind me why you aren’t dating him?” she questioned.

“what if he doesn’t want me like that?” you ask self doubt seeping in. azalea sighed.

“listen petal, i’ve never seen someone so enamored with a person like he is with you. he’s seen you in some of your biggest crisis moments. he’s let you cry your makeup off on him. that man loves you petal, you just have to see it.” she says sincerely, using her nickname for you.

“i guess” you say nonchalantly, she can’t help but groan in response.

a few days later

you and joaquín are sitting at a little outdoor cafe enjoying a small breakfast. you were laughing at something he said when a girl came up to him clearly flirting like you weren’t there. you normally aren’t one for confrontation but what she’s doing is rude.

“hey” you snap, they both look at you, pointing to the girl “walk away now, or i won’t be nice” she stands there mouth gaped like a fish “girl make like michael jackson and beat it” you almost growled at her. when she scurried off you tools sip of your drink like everything was normal.

“cariño, are you okay?” he asked reaching across the table to hold your hand.

“i’m great pretty boy” you smile sweetly at him.

“you just told a girl to beat it for talking to me.” he chuckled.

“well one it was rude for her to interrupt. two you’re my pretty boy, i don’t share. it’s not my style” you shrug

“‘your pretty boy’ i like the sound of that” he beams and damn him for having the prettiest smile you thought to yourself.

“i’m glad you like it. cause i’m not letting you go ever” you assure him squeezing his hand softly, the free hand holding his cheek “my pretty boy” you lean forward kissing his cheek.

joaquín smirks cupping your cheek “you missed” he closes the space between you capturing your lips in a proper kiss.

#joaquin torres x reader #fluff #mcu #drabble

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backtothefanfiction · 1 month ago

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First Impressions | Joaquin Torres

Summary: the first time Sam introduces you to Joaquin

Warnings: flirting, fluff, playful banter

A/N: I fell in love with this man during Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Completely forgot about him until I watched the new Cap the other night. So here’s this little before going to sleep drabble. As you will quickly be able to tell I love the idea of a Carol Danvers niece reader given the whole air force thing. Hope people enjoy. May write some more in the future.

Joaquin was smitten the second you walked into his house. When Sam said he was headed over with “some new recruit” he hadn’t expected you. A roughed up baseball cap on top of your head, faded baseball jersey, baggy oversized jeans and sneakers, dripping from head to toe and almost shivering.

“What happened?” Joaquin asked Sam as you tentatively stepped through the sliding door, not wanting to drip too much on this strangers carpet.

“He dropped me in the lake.” Your voice blurted out, completely unamused, shooting daggers at the still newly appointed Captain America.

“Yeah, well, still better that than a 40ft drop onto hard ground.” Sam retorted.

“Or you could have just not dropped me at all?!” You stressed, hands raised in the air, still in complete disbelief over this turn of events. “That’s the last time I’m ever flying with you.” You muttered and you saw Joaquin let out a little chuckle over the situation.

That’s when you really took him in. The guy who Sam sung the praises of. His supposedly best recruit, not that he would actually tell him that.

“Come on, I’ll get you a towel.” Joaquin said, leading you upstairs and to the bathroom.

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything I could change into, do you?” You asked him, as he handed you a couple towels.

“Umm, yeah, of course, I’ll just go find you something.”

You didn’t wait for him to return before you whipped off your clothes and immediately jumped in the shower to wash the murky lake water off of you. You were grateful that it was an old tub and shower curtain situation and not one of those see through glass cabinet shower situations, not that it didn’t stop Joaquin from blushing when he came back into the bathroom a few minutes later with some clothes in hand.

“Oh, sorry- I didn’t realise you were- I’ll just leave these- uh- yeah.” He rushed out before quickly shutting the door again.

He hesitated a moment as he stood with his back to the door, his brain fixated on the small glimpse he got of your naked back from behind the shower curtain. He could feel the flush in his cheeks. The smile that threatened his lips. He fought to hide it as he went back down to Sam in the kitchen.

“So who is she?” Joaquin asked as he grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and passed it to Sam before picking up his own previously discarded mug to finish.

“She’s a Danvers.” Sam said, as if the surname alone held a lot of weight, but Joaquin still didn’t bite. “As in Carol Danvers… Captain Marvel.” Sam said, walking him through it slowly until Joaquin’s face began to flicker with recognition. “Carol’s her aunt. Before she became Captain Marvel she was one heck of an Air Force Pilot. Kid saw what her aunt did and decided to pick up the mantle.”

“And she’s good?” Joaquin fished, a flame for the woman upstairs really taking hold as Sam kept adding more fuel to the fire.

“Yeah, she’s fucking great. Best female pilot I’ve ever seen.”

“So you looking to set her up with a pair of wings?” Joaquin asked, even though he had a hint of jealousy to his tone. He enjoyed being the only person other than Sam who had access to the now not so secret military wings, but he also couldn’t deny the new found need to go flying with you on a sunny afternoon and treat you to a picnic on the top of a mountain or something.

“We’ll see.” Sam said sceptically, but Joaquin knew from the way Sam had even brought you to meet him he thought you had what it takes.

“What are you two girls talking about?” You asked as you came striding back into the kitchen in a pair of Joaquin’s joggers and his old air force T-shirt. You were using a towel to squeeze out your hair and Joaquin couldn’t deny you looked right at home in his house, wearing his clothes.

“Lover boy here was grilling me about you.” Sam joked, taking in the way Joaquin looked at you.

“Was he now?” You asked feigning interest and playing up to the little bit in order to embarrass him, but as you sat across from him at the table and really took him in for the first time, you couldn’t deny he was handsome- and if the T-shirt he gave you had anything to say, you definitely had a lot in common to bond over.

“Uh- um- no- I-“ Joaquin began to stutter bashfully.

“It’s all cool dude,” you reassured. “I know he’s just messing. You really shouldn’t let him rile you up like that.”

Joaquin sighed before he leaned in closer to you, “How do you stay so calm around him?” He asked as if Sam wasn’t there and you had all the secrets.

“Eh, when you grew up being told about your badass aunt with actual super powers, some guy in a read white and blue bird costume is nothing.” You joked.

“Hey!” Sam pointed at you, “don’t you dare turn him against me or I’ll drop your ass in the lake again.”

“So you admit it! You did it on purpose.” You said, slamming your hand on the table animatedly.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” He asked back, but you didn’t say anything more. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You rolled your eyes at him before fixing them on Joaquin instead as Sam’s phone began to ring. You both turned your eyes on him as he checked the caller ID. “I need to take this.” He said, before getting up and dismissing himself, stepping out the back door to take the call outside.

“Would you like coffee?” Joaquin asked to break up the silence the two of you were left in.

“Umm, yes, that would be great.” You said with a smile and he got up to pour you a cup full from the pot.

“It looks good on you.” He said as he came back over a moment later and handed you the mug.

“What, now?” You said confused.

“Uh, my shirt,” he said with a shrug, as he committed to the statement. “It looks good on you.”

You couldn’t help but blush slightly under his gaze. He was cute and confident and oddly endearing. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he sat himself back down. “I guess I’ll keep it then.” You joked.

“The only way you’re keeping that thing is if you were my girlfriend.” He replied, half as a joke, half as a way of informing you just how much that shirt meant to him.

“Well I guess you better ask me on a date then.” You smirked playfully as he took a sip of his coffee and he almost choked as he spat it back into his cup. But before he could say anymore, Sam came back through the sliding door.

“Alright lovebirds, you can stop having your meet cute moment now, we gotta go,” he said to Joaquin.

“And what about me?” You said indignantly, feeling a little put out.

“He’ll be back in time to take you out on a proper date later.” Sam retorted, marching back through the house to get his shit from where he’d left it by the front door.

“And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” You asked, completely brushing over the rest of what he’d said. “I don’t even live anywhere near here!” You stressed. “You just brought me here and now you’re gonna up and leave me here!” You said indignantly.

Joaquin froze in the middle of the hallway next to you, looking from his mentor and back to you as he tried to keep up with what’s going on. He felt conflicted. “I mean, can’t she just come with us.” He offered. “I mean, you brought her out here because you wanted to see what she could do. So I say let her.”

Sam looked between the two of you slowly, before he conceded. “Uh, fine. But if anything happens with her it’s on your head.” He warned but you were both smiling.

“So, is this technically our first date?” You ribbed him as he began to usher you out the door so he could lock up.

“We’ll see. Depends if you like it or not.” He mused and you had to admit, his cheeky smile did make you swoon.

“And if I don’t?” You asked with a playful twinkle in your eye.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured you with just as equal playfulness and innuendo, “you will.”

#joaquin torres #Joaquin Torres x reader #joaquin torres imagine #short #fluffy #mcu #falcon #captain america brave new world #captain America #Sam Wilson

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fireinmoonshot · 24 days ago

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Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader Summary: Joaquin will always insist on you wearing his jacket when you're cold... even if it means he's freezing. Warnings: I don't think there are any other than Joaquin being a little suggestive. Word Count: 779 A/N: Just a small one tonight! I had this idea today (also at work, what a surprise) and thought it'd be a cute one to post as a drabble rather than a full one shot. I have a bigger fic coming probably tomorrow night as well! 💗

The second Joaquin notices that you’re starting to shiver he’s shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. It’s cold outside, the middle of winter, and you’d both decided it’d be a great idea to come down and watch a soccer game – one of your friends kids were playing.

“Baby, I’m fine,” you say, trying to hand the jacket back to him.

It leaves him in only a t-shirt – the man isn’t great at dressing for the weather sometimes – and you have two layers on. You can’t leave him without a coat, especially with the way the wind is blowing and getting icier by the second.

Joaquin insists, pushing the jacket into your arms. “I won’t have you standing around here freezing, angel. Will you just put it on? Or I’ll put it on you myself.”

With a sigh, you pull the jacket on, putting your arms through the sleeves. You have to admit, you love wearing Joaquin’s clothes. They’re always warm and always smell like him. It’s like being wrapped in a hug without actually touching him. You pull the collar up, protecting your neck a little from the breeze, and shove your hands into the pockets.

You continue watching the soccer game, cheering on your friends son whenever he scores a goal and trying your best not to get mad when a kid accidentally trips him over. Joaquin, still standing beside you, mutters a curse word under his breath – something in Spanish that you don’t hear properly.

There’s a particularly strong gust of wind that passes across the field and it’s only then that you notice Joaquin shivering beside you. His arms are crossed over his chest, his hands wedged underneath his armpits in a poor attempt to warm them up. You almost laugh at the sight of him.

You start to pull the jacket off to give it back to him, already knowing that your two layers are going to be enough to keep you warm compared to your slowly freezing boyfriend, but Joaquin sees you out of the corner of his eye.

“Ah, angel, what are you doing? Keep it on, it’s freezing out here,” he says, moving to stand in front of you and tug the jacket back up onto your shoulders.

“You don’t say?” You smirk, raising your eyebrows at him. “You’re cold, Joaquin.”

“Nooo,” he drags out the word. “I’m fine, really. Not cold in the slightest.”

“I can see the goosebumps on your arms, Joaquin. You need this more than I do.” You reach up and grab one of his arms, feeling how cold his skin is. “Yeah, baby, you’re turning to ice.”

Joaquin shakes his head, a small smile making its way onto his lips. “I’d freeze to death if it meant keeping you warm.”

“Well, as romantic as I know you meant to make that sound, the last thing I want is my boyfriend freezing to death while I’m standing here in his jacket,” you reply. You’re quicker to pull the jacket off this time and waste no time in thrusting it into his arms. “Put it on, Joaquin, or I will put it on you.”

He sighs, shaking his head as he pulls his jacket back on. “Damn, I love when you get bossy.” He moves to stand beside you, but only two seconds later steps a little further back so he’s behind you. “I’m still not gonna let you freeze.”

You smile to yourself as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest. He hooks his hand onto his forearm to keep his arms steady and presses a kiss to the top of your head. This is clearly his attempt at keeping you warm despite you forcing him to wear his own jacket.

“I don’t know if the soccer moms are gonna approve of this PDA, baby,” you mutter, happily leaning back into his chest. Somehow, this is even warmer than wearing his jacket.

Joaquin snorts. “Angel, I just saw two parents have a celebratory make-out session when their son kicked a goal. I don’t think we’re gonna cause the soccer moms too much grief by me wrapping my arms around you,” he says. “Of course, we could always give them more of a show if you wanted…” He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.

You’re quick to deliver a swift, yet soft, elbow backwards, right into his stomach. He grunts in pain. “Okay, didn’t know you were into that, but I can make it work.”

“Just watch the game, Joaquin,” you let out a laugh. “No one is getting a show.”

“Maybe not right now but…”

“Joaquin.”

“Fine…”

#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #falcon #falcon x reader #captain america #captain america brave new world #joaquin torres x you

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lovelybucky1 · 13 days ago

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Go Greek! Go ΣΑΕ!

Looking to get involved this semester? Sigma Alpha Epsilon (ΣΑΕ) is looking for a sweetheart to organize events, run our social media, and help with philanthropy. You must be a student of Stark University and in good academic standing. If you're interested in this position, contact us through our Instagram.

this is a new au i’m trying out and i think it’ll be a lot of fun! feel free to send asks/requests about any of the brothers and this will act as the masterlist for fics/drabbles about each character, as well as each chapter of the series

all posts can be found under #go greek

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Meet the E-Board:

Steve Rogers- President, Senior, Art History major, Co-Captain of the Men's Lacrosse team, member of the Young Democrats Club, member of the Weightlifting Club

Sam Wilson- Vice-President, Junior, Non-Profit Management major, member of the Men's Track and Field team, member of the A Capella Club, member of the EMS Squad

James Barnes- Treasurer, Senior, Biomedical Engineering major, Co-Captain of the Men's Lacrosse team, member of Tau Beta Pi honors society

Matthew Murdock- Secretary, Junior, Pre-Law, Vice-President of the Student Government, member of the Model UN Club, member of the MMA Club

Joaquin Torres- Recruitment, Sophomore, Exercise Science major, member of the Men's Tennis Team, member of the Improv Comedy Club

Frank Castle- Philanthropy, Senior, Business major, Captain of the Football team, member of the Beta Gamma Sigma honors society, Captain of the EMS Squad

Logan Howlett- Brotherhood, Junior, Civil Engineering Major, member of the Football team, member of the Weightlifting Club

Wade Wilson- New Member Education, Junior, Film Major, President of the Stand-Up Comedy Club, member of the Badminton Club, member of the MMA Club, member of the Film Club

Sweetheart!Reader- Sophomore, English Major, Co-editor of the newspaper, Secretary of the Environmental Action Club, English Honors Society, Treasurer of the Feminism Collective, member of the Film Club

Side Characters p1

Side Characters p2

Storyline:

The Interview

Chapter Meeting

The Party

The Hangover

The Plan

Non-Canon drabbles/headcanons:

Getting back with your ex (Steve, Bucky, Joaquin)

Supply Closet (Logan)

First Orgasm (Joaquin and Sam)

Getting hit on (Steve, Bucky, Frank)

Bisexual Awakening (Wade)

Wrestling (Matt)

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kyleraynermybeloved · 1 year ago

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SFW Alphabet -Joaquin Torres

Summary: Here's some fluffy abc's of our lovely Joaquin Word Count:2.5k A/N: I thought this would be nice to have for our lovely boy, hope you enjoyed! Masterlist

A= Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He would be very affectionate, as his love languages would definitely be physical touch, quality time. Your presence calms him and he adores being around you. In private, when it’s just the two of you, he’d be attached at the hip, there’s always at least one part of him in contact with you. The man will literally drape himself on you and ask you to run your hands through his hair, it’s one of his favorite pastimes. In public, he’d be more reserved but WILL always hold hands with you. He does it subconsciously too, once the both of you are out the door his hand immediately shifts into yours, it doesn’t matter if his hands are full, he will find a way to make it work.

B= Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Joaquin would have probably bumped into you by accident in a coffee shop, nearly spilling both drinks in the process. From that moment on he would’ve been stuck with you, incredibly easy to befriend. He’s fiercely loyal, and trusts with his whole heart, but if you happen to break that trust or hurt him in any way, shape, or form it takes a LONG time to repair that bond. Otherwise, he’s the personification of sunshine. He would be a jokester, every morning you would wake up to a message that always had a joke or pun squeezed in.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s incredibly cuddly, has to be wrapped up with you every chance he can get. As previously said he’s incredibly physically affectionate, so good luck trying to get anything done when he has time off. Bedtime snuggles are his favorite way to fall asleep, and will nuzzle his face into you exactly like a cat. He loves hearing the steady rhythm of your beating heart against his ear when he wakes up in the mornings, it soothes his soul. He also adores it when you card your fingers through his silky soft curls as he laid with his head in your lap.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does actively want to settle down but he’s been hesitant due to all the traveling he does, he doesn’t want to stress you out with the never ending moving he had to do. But if you asked him to stay with you, he’d do it in a heartbeat, side by side taking everything that life entails for you both. You both take turns alternating, one does the cooking and the other does the cleaning. Although, on days when you're both too tired, takeout will do the job just fine. There’s never a mess in the home, with his training and need to keep a tidy area. If there happens to be a mess by the time he beds down, it’ll get picked up once he wakes up.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he’s in a serious relationship, and everything was fine, he would probably break up due to fearing for their safety. His life comes with danger that lurks around the corners, and if he feels like there’s no other to protect you he’d break it off the best way he could think of. He’d talk it through, voicing his concerns through tears, being as comforting as he could be while breaking both of your hearts. As long as you are safe, he’d stay away for as long as he had to.

F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How would they want to get married?)

He definitely wants you in his life forever, marriage is not off the table. If anything, being married would help give you access to things that normally you wouldn’t have, such as getting to the base’s hospital if he was ever injured. He has a lot of friends but he would most likely like to keep the wedding smaller, more intimate, with just those immediate loved ones, nothing too extravagant. But if you wanted to do a simple courthouse wedding, he’d gladly accept, as long as you’re both married in the end.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This man is the equivalent to a teddy bear, he’d be so gentle with your emotions and feelings, never wanting to harm you in any way. Be prepared to be pampered, he’d give you so much love and adoration. Of course he wouldn’t treat you like you were fragile, he knows you are strong and can hold your own but he’ll do everything he can to make things easier for you. He believes in talking things out, not one for keeping things from one another and bottling down emotions. He likes to be entirely vulnerable with you, it deepens his love knowing he can be free of worry and judgment that would otherwise create a rift.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As stated before, this man is always on you. He adores hugs, and practically craves them. He’d have you in his arms as much as he could, with your consent of course (although he never needs to ask anymore bc you crave his hugs as much as he does). His hugs are amazing, warm, and safe. On good days, out of pure joy, he’d lift you up and spin you around a bit before littering your face with kisses.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a bit to say it, wanting to wait until he feels confident in your relationship being serious, he wants it to feel real and not rushed or fake. Once he says it for the first time he’ll say it every day. As many times as he can. It's the first thing he says to you when you wake, and it’s the last thing you hear when you fall asleep. He wants you to feel loved unconditionally at every moment.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trusts you with his whole being, he doesn’t get jealous easily or often for that matter. It takes a lot to get him to that point, but if there’s someone who is unrelenting with their advances or even making you uncomfortable he will step in. If he needs to step in to diffuse the situation he becomes a force to be reckoned with. Becomes a stone wall as a barrier, face darkening, skin practically buzzing waves of anger flowing off until the person is scared off. With you he’d get pouty.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joaquin’s kisses make you weak in the knees, an overwhelming sweetness, soul consuming. He’s very passionate with his kisses, regardless of how quick or small they may be. He LOVES to give you forehead kisses. They just feel so vulnerable and loving to him. In the mornings if you wake first he loves to give soft kisses to your shoulders while holding you close to him. Of course, kisses on the lips are his go to. He enjoys feeling you smiling against his own, happiness radiating off the both of you. As for him, he likes to receive forehead kisses and gentle kisses to his hands. His palms and knuckles are his weak points, it makes him feel safe and immensely cherished and safe.

L= Little Ones (How are they around children?

He’d be a little nervous around them in the beginning but once he warms up to them he’s so smitten with them. He’s soft and calming that they flock to him. He obviously respects their boundaries, not pushing them too far in games and makes sure everyone is included. He’ll do funny voices when reading stories or playing characters. He quite literally becomes a jungle gym, kids climbing and hanging off of him.

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a little groggy in the morning but he does wake up early. Like super early. He’ll spend an hour in bed before he gets up and ready. If he wakes before you he’ll make a full breakfast for the both of you. But if you wake up first then you’ll make breakfast, it’ll usually be something quick and easy before one of you two has to rush off. You have a routine of chatting in the morning while getting ready, most of the time telling the other about the dream you had that night or any events coming up in the day.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Due to the odd hours he has he’s more of a night owl. He likes to stay up with you, hugging or cuddling, talking softly about the day you’ve had and anything that pops up in your heads. On days where you're both wide awake you’ll both put on face masks while watching a movie, typically using it as time to unwind. Whereas on days where one or both of you are too tired to do anything you’ll get ready for bed and just lay in each other's arms until sleep takes you both. This man definitely keeps snacks by his side of the bed. You’ll have your head resting on his chest, almost fully asleep, when you feel him move and pull up the most random food, offering you a bite when you look at him.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He wouldn’t take too long to open up but he would keep some things to himself for a while. After you’ve been together for a while he’ll tell you the rest slowly. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hide anything from you, if it never came up on its own he wouldn’t really say unless you asked. When it’s all out in the open the two of you would tell each other everything on day to day life, staying in the loop.

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Similar to when he gets jealous, it’ll take a while for him to get angry. He’s a happy person and it takes a lot to anger him. He never gets angry with you. Irritated or upset? Sure. But you both talk it out so it never escalates into full on fights. Communication is a huge factor in your relationship, and you're both incredibly patient with the other. If a fight ever does occur you give the other space and time to cool down so nothing drastic can happen.

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember almost every little thing about, down to the T. He prides himself in remembering the small details. That weird obscure ice cream flavor you tried a long time ago and absolutely loved, he tracked down and has stocked up in the freezer for your off days.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He treasures all of the first moments together. When you had your first date, the first kiss, the first time you told him you loved him is a constant he replays in his head. He loves it all.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Joaquin is incredibly protective of you. It took him almost a year when he finally introduced you to Sam and Bucky. With what he does as a living he doesn't want to take any chances with you, your safety is his top priority. You let him track you when he’s out on missions, keeping tabs, alerting you if there’s a potential threat heading your way. He’ll even ask Bucky to check in on you when he has to go dark. As for him, he likes having you there with him. Holding him and making his comfort food on his rough days. You’d ask Sam and Bucky to teach you a few things in case you ever needed to fight for Joaquin while he was unable to.

T= Try (How much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks, etc.?)

He puts his whole heart into everything for you, as you do for him. He would prefer to keep things casual when it comes to dates, not wanting to do anything out of your comfort zone. He’d put immense thought into the gifts he gives you, he always finds a way to make you beam with joy. He’d always find a way to spoil you rotten.

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His bad habits are that he's self-sacrificing and prioritizes your happiness over his. Both are common traits in most heroes. You’ve brought this up to him, voicing your concerns and fears and had him promise that he would work on them. He’d also be a little forgetful when it came to groceries. That one item you’ve been needing for weeks, yup he forgot it again after his fourth run back to the store.

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned with his looks, especially when you tell him he looks amazing every morning. He’s had to look like many things while doing undercover work so the need to always look his best wasn’t ever a concern of his. Although, on very special occasions he does his best to tidy up and look jaw-dropping for you.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

The man is always hanging off of you, he feels incomplete when you’ve been apart for even ten minutes. Times when he has to spend days to weeks on end without you are brutal. You’ve become the second half of his soul, the light of his life, his joy, he feels incomplete without you if you don’t talk at all in the day.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

On days that are rough he loves to slow dance with you. Music playing lightly in the background, the two of you are swaying together, heads resting on top of each other, eyes closed, soaking in your presence in a close embrace.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like power hungry people, especially those who don’t care what they do to other people as long as they get what they want. Anyone who betrays and breaks his trust is automatically scratched off in his books.

Z= Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

He has to have you in his arms as he dozes off. He sleeps like a bear, warm and doesn’t move often. When he’s had an exhausting day he’ll do those really loud dad snores. He wakes up easily if there's a noise or movement, will pull you in closer and place his face in your neck once he settles down again.

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