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happypopcornprincess · 1 year ago

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Can I request a fic with Joaquin x Reader where it's date night and they are watching a movie and reader gets emotional and cries, but then Joaquin does too just looking at reader crying.

thank you so much for this request!

Writing again for my favorite character in MCU was so thrilling, and that too about this cute fluffy scenario omg! 🥺😭❤️ I hope you like it!

My Dearest

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Reader

Premise - A movie night turned into something you won't forget.

Words - 500

Spoiler warning for the movie 'Call Me By Your Name'

You won’t say it was a talent, but you predicted what would happen next while watching a movie. It started as a fun pastime with your father when you were young. And right now, snuggling next to Joaquin on the sofa you were having a movie night, watching ‘Call Me By You Name’

During the climax, you wait as Elio spends Hanukkah with his parents alone, and the phone rings. You hold your breath, perking up slightly as he looks at it.

Your brain goes into overdrive, and you hold your breath as it concludes that it’s Oliver on the other side and that they are breaking up.

Joaquin’s hand slid over your waist, and he held you close as you sat up against his chest.

And your vision blurs as you watch him calling out to Oliver by his name.

“Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio.”

There is a pause, and on the other side, he sighs.

“Oliver.”

He says it once, and you sniffle, dreading what’s coming next. The minute he confesses that he’s engaged to a woman and is about to marry, you break down.

You weep throughout the scene until Elio sits down at the fireplace and his mother calls out to him, softly.

But as the credits roll while Timothée Chalamet stares into the camera with tears, you hear a sniffle from behind you.

You freeze and slowly look behind you and straight at Joaquin, whose big brown eyes are overflowing with tears and he grimaced at the laptop placed in front of you.

“babe?” you sniffle, calling him.

“Yeah?” he sniffles, exhaling loudly.

Your voice breaks as you ask him, “Are you crying?”

He locks his eyes on your face and he stares at you innately with a tear rolling down his face.

“No.” He deadpans.

Watching him cry breaks your heart. "It's just a movie. Joaco, why are you crying..." You hiccup, wiping your tears away.

“Because you are crying!” He sobs. “Please don’t cry.” His face contracts, and he wipes his tears silently.

Your big hug engulfs him as soon as you hear that. His racing heartbeat calms down as you hold him tightly, feeling a warm sensation growing inside your chest.

When you wake up, you realize that the two of you fell asleep on the sofa, and it's early morning at the moment. Half-sleeping, you detangle yourself from Joaquin’s arms and look at him as he sleeps soundly. He looked at peace, a faint smile lingering on his lips. You gently kiss his forehead and tuck a stray strand of his long curls behind his ears.

You tuck yourself under the blanket beside him and drift off to sleep, the sound of his steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

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A/N - Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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blackbat05 · 2 years ago

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Mixup

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Plot: You meet a charming stranger due to a mixup in orders.

Genre: Fluff! Prompt: realizing they ordered the exact same drink when they both try to grab it at the same time.

A/N: For @tom-whore-dleston creator challenge (that I’ve already submitted two others😅) Thank you for giving me the opportunity and ideas to write love!💜

The buzzer takes your focus away from your book, waking Bubbles, your golden retriever in the process. She sits upright, as if ready to sniff out danger.

“It’s alright girl, it’s just my drink.” You tell her and she calms down by lying back down under the table that you occupied at the corner of the cafe.

Once you made sure that she was alright, you walked to the counter to collect your drink. Only to see a man in a leather jacket reaching for your mocha blend that was waiting to be collected. Speeding up, you walked towards him.

“Excuse me! I think you got the wrong drink?” You tapped him on the back. The man turns around, sweeping the curls out of his face. A look of confusion flashes across his eyes.

“That can’t be right,” he frowns. “My buzzer just went off.” He points in the direction of the counter where the barista was busy making the orders.

“Well, that’s crazy because mine just went off too.” You showed him the buzzer that was still beeping. Before both of you could say a word, a barista comes running, holding the exact drink that you ordered.

“I’m so sorry, the buzzers must have mixed up the orders. This should be yours sir.” She passes it to the man who now looks slightly flustered. He wordlessly passes the cup in his hands to you as the barista walks away.

“Gosh I’m so sorry.” He scratches the back of his head. “I really thought that was mine. I swear I’m not some weirdo!” His sudden confession made you crack a smile before bursting into laughter.

“Easy there, I don’t think you are. Trust me, I’ve seen weirdos before.” You see that he’s standing awkwardly out of place amongst the dozen of office people and students getting their coffee fix and you decide to make the first move.

“Um… Are you looking for a seat? You can sit with me. It’s hard to find a seat especially at this time.”

A wave of relief washes over him and he gratefully accepts your offer. As the two of you return to the table where Bubbles is waiting, you see the man’s face lit with pure childlike joy.

“I take it your a dog person?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, that would be an understatement. I really love dogs.” He sits across you with his drink, carefully approaching Bubbles. It’s as if a silent conversation is going on between them, and Bubbles finally approaches him for rubs.

“You’re really good. Bubbles usually takes some time to warm up to people.”

He continues to rub Bubbles serenely. “So, I didn’t catch your name earlier.” He seems more relaxed when you first met him. “My name’s Joaquin.”

“Y/N. And this pretty girl here is Bubbles.”

He grins, giving a soft hello to Bubbles. “And what brings you here?”

“Oh, just taking some time off. A little self care.” You waved your hands dismissively, suddenly intrigued to know more about the attractive Joaquin in front of you. “What about you?”

“Business mostly. Today’s my day off. Thought I would leave the compounds for a while to get some fresh air. Didn’t expect to meet a pretty lady. Well- kinda met.” He laughs heartily, causing your stomach to do a couple of flips.

You maintain your composure, taking a sip of your mocha. “What do you?”

“Military. I’ll love to tell you more but unfortunately the rest is classified.” He turns his attention back on Bubbles, as if scared to hear your response. Somehow, your gut feeling told you that he wasn’t too enthusiastic going down this line of conversation. So you went with the flow.

“Of course. Hey, if you’re not too busy. How about spending some time with Bubbles? She really seems to like you and we were thinking about heading to the beach to get some air.”

At the mention of her name and the beach, Bubbles’ ears perks up, barking happily at the sheer thought of running around on the sand. She leans her body into Joaquin’s legs, as if begging him to come along.

“Of course I’ll come Bubbles! How can I not when you’re giving me those sad little eyes.” He teases and she barks joyfully once more. “Perhaps I can even talk a little more with your mama here, see if she’s alright getting dinner with me?”

You pause, blinking at his subtle invitation. Just like how Bubbles had unleashed her charms onto Joaquin, he does the same to you, with round and expectant eyes. Two can play at that game.

You pretend to tap the bottom of your chin, mulling over the offer. You would have gone on for a little longer if not for Joaquin’s genuinely nervous expression.

Honestly, with good food and good company? There wasn’t much for you to deliberate on. Your answer was easy.

“Sure Joaquin, I would love to.”

#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #danny ramirez #the falcon and the winter soldier #joaquin torres fluff

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itsleilabxtch · 6 months ago

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Sweetest shit ever

I'm kinda beginning for a part two🧎

Or any Danny Ramirez content. Like I need my fix 😫

For your summer sleepover 🩵 neighbour!Joaquin + saying goodbye at the door

pairing: neighbor!joaquin torres x female reader

words: ~500

a/n: thank you bb for this ask! <;3 I decided to go with the fluffy/funny route with this

You linger a little watching your new neighbor carrying your big pot from your car to your door. His muscular arms peeking under his black t-shirt, a glimpse of a golden chain shining at the back of his neck and the way he just seemed to want to help, it all made you incredibly attracted to you.

"Is this spot alright?" He asks as he turns around with a big smile on his face. God you could get lost inside it, it felt like he could power through the whole world with the warm energy he emitted.

"Yes." You stammer a little, you have no idea where you want your pot anyway, it's not like you can remember.

"I can place it anywhere you like." You chuckle as you come close to him.

"I think my mom wants it next to the door, she'll move it when she comes back from work."

"I can come by later, we'll be at the house shaping it, it's no problem for me." God, his friendly nature made you want to jump right into his arms.

"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose ourselves too much, honestly if I dragged it a little, I'd make it."

Joaquin smiled and pointed at the big heavy pot. "Well, no reason for you to break your back when I'm around."

You tried very hard to control yourself and not say something completely unhinged. Joaquin shrugged at your silence and awkwardly gestured to leave.

"Wait." You shook your head." You gotta let me make it up to you, somehow."

"Hmm." Joaquin mused and pointed at the lemon tree right next to your porch. "If you got any homemade lemonade that's my favourite."

You widened your eyes and looked between him and the tree and almost panicked because you can't remember if you got any.

"You know what." You smiled, "What about I collect some and I make you some freshly squeezed this afternoon?"

Joaquin nodded his head and beamed. Thank God your brain worked only momentarily.

"Tonight then."

"Tonight." You nodded and looked at him. You both spent a few moments looking at each other not really wanting to leave even though you had already made plans for tonight. You both stayed there smiling at each other until a honk was heard pulling you back to reality.

"Oh, shit, I gotta get to work." Your friend frantically waved from the driver's window. Joaquin chuckled bid you goodbye and headed down the street.

"New piece huh." Your friend giggled as you got inside the car. "Oh, shut up." You turned the volume up and pulled your phone up googling how to make lemonade.

#selenewrites #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres fluff #joaquín torres x reader

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peachesandcreames · 2 years ago

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Got Me Feeling Some Type of Way, Sir 🥵🔥

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ironstrangle · 2 years ago

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Ficlet: The Little One Said (Joaquin x Bucky x Sam)

@allcapsbingo - prompt “Three’s a crowd.”

“You pushed me out of the bed,” Joaquín exclaimed, his voice laced with mock indignation. His eyes sparkled with a playful mixture of disgust and amusement as he looked up at Bucky and Sam. Sitting cross-legged on the floor at the foot of the bed, he playfully shook his head at them, unable to suppress a smile.

Sam couldn’t contain his laughter, burying his face into the pillow in a futile attempt to muffle the infectious sound. Meanwhile, Bucky simply grinned mischievously, fully aware of the playful chaos they had caused.

“I know you’re all juiced up, Bucky, but that was just rude.” He groaned and slowly rose to his feet. He rubbed his arm where he had hit it. “If I had broken my arm falling, you’d feel like shit right now.”

“But you didn’t,” Bucky pointed out with a smirk. He looked like an actual angel, wry smirk and vibranium arm shining in the sunlight. “Therefore, I feel pretty great. You know this bed’s not big enough for three people.”

“Yeah, because one of us is a bed hog,” Joaquín muttered, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He definitely looked like he had been tangling with two capable, brilliant lovers. His hair was a mess and his bare chest was littered with tiny little marks. Sam liked to bite. He rejoined them on the bed, sitting near the end of it and looking at his two partners with a mischevious smirk. “You know, Sam, you’re Captain America. Surely, you can afford a bigger bed now.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with this bed. It’s perfectly normal sized.”

“Perfectly normal sized for two,” Joaquín pointed out. “Is this your way of telling me that three is a crowd?”

Bucky’s teasing expression softened a little at that. Joaquín had learned over the past few months that Bucky had a very expressive face beneath all the glaring. He had these little micro-expressions that clued you in, if you were really paying close attention.

“You know that’s not true,” he said, his tone serious. “The three of us, we’re something good.”

“I was kidding, idiot,” Joaquín said, but he knew his smile said it all. He touched Bucky on the shoulder. “Of course, I wasn’t kidding about us needing a bigger bed. Surely, they have a polyamory friendly bed out there, right? We’re not the only people in the world in an arrangement like this.”

They settled back into the bed then, as comfortably as they could. It was a little bit of a tight squeeze, especially for three grown men. Sam settled between Joaquin and Bucky, and Bucky was looking at something on his phone.

“Hey how about this?” he asked, pulling up an image and passing it over Sam to Joaquin. “Alaskan King bed. I think we could spring for it.”

“Looks nice,” Sam said, grinning. “It would solve some gigantic problems.”

“Like three in the bed and the little one said…”

Joaquin glared at Bucky.

“Not the little one.”

“Whatever you say, little one.”

#ficlet #sam x joaquin x bucky #sambuckyquin #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #joaquin torres #just a little fluff

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years ago

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Who doesn’t love Idiots in Love?

And yeah, he’s a cutie-patootie 🥰

Ojos Asi - Part 1 - The Beginning

AN: I'm back with another one-shot that turned into a mini-series. Our boy Joaquin Torres doesn't get enough love, so this is my way of helping to remedy that. Set post TFATWS and could tie into my SamBucky post canon 'verse

DISCLAIMER - I know nothing about any Air Force, US or otherwise.

Beta'd by the wonderful @yarnforbrains, dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me (credits to those who took the photos)

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Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Fem SWORD Agent! Reader

Chapter Word count: 2.8k

CW: a pinch of misogyny but mostly fluff, pining and good-natured teasing from one JB Barnes.

“…no, you gotta have it so tight that it almost hurts. Otherwise it could fall off mid-flight and no-one wants that, least of all you…”

Watching Sam and Joaquin talking together, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Your best friend, Joaquin, had a look of concentrated confusion on his face, whilst Sam half-smiled at him indulgently, explaining, once again, how the Falcon wings worked. The pair of them had worked hard, with Bucky’s help, to get them working again. You could tell Sam was a little emotional. He had a lot of memories tied up in those wings, and despite having his shiny new vibranium set, there was just ‘something’ about the original ones.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” A deep voice rumbled from behind you, and if you had been anyone else maybe you would have jumped or been embarrassed.

“That’s like the pot calling the kettle black, Barnes.” You dragged your gaze away from the scene in front of you and whirled around to walk past the Sargent. However, you were brought to a jerked halt by a vibranium hand clamping around your upper arm.

“Hey, where you going, doll? Don't cha wanna be here when your boyfriend manages to actually get up in the air?”

“Lieutenant Torres is not my boyfriend.”

“And whose fault is that, doll? You planning on telling him any time soon that you like him?”

“None of your business, Barnes.”

“It is, if it affects how effective you are in the field.”

You glared at him and gritted your teeth.

“There is nothing to affect my performance. Now let me go.”

Bucky sighed and shook his head, but removed his grip.

“Whatever, doll. Whatever.”

You squared your shoulders and walked away from him, leaving the hanger with as much aplomb as you could muster.

You and Joaquin had become friends when you joined the Air Force, straight out of college. You’d both been on the Ground Support Team, but it was a while before you were both assigned to the same op. You got on like a house on fire, even if he was a bit arrogant at first, not uncommon for a guy in his early 20’s.

You’d spent your morning going over your first assignment with your CO. You might have joined the Air Force, but your expertise was in computers, both hardware and software. Wanting to test your skills, the CO had challenged you to make as many working laptops you could out of all the damaged ones kicking around the base. Not having anywhere specific to set up, you’d commandeered a couple of tables and set them up in the corner of one of the little-used hangars. You had your magnifying goggles on and the soldering iron in your hand, along with a whole host of other tools, as you tested each part and put it back in place on the motherboard. It was going well, until a peal of raucous laughter split the air. You placed your iron down with a huff, not wanting to catch yourself with it more than already had done.

“Hey guys,” you shouted out. “Do you have to be so noisy? Some of us are actually trying to work.”

You glared at the three guys, who were messing around with each other. Realising you were there, one of them, a cocky looking blond, jogged over, casting his eyes over the bench.

“Sorry, sweetheart. We disturbing your jewellery making?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him. You’d hoped to avoid this bullshit for a couple of days, but you supposed it was good to get it out of the way sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, you are. I was making a special ring for your dad to wear. It’s gonna help him satisfy me all night. Why, do you need one too?”

He had the decency to blush, and his two friends failed to hold back their laughter. The taller of the two, with dark hair and sparkling brown eyes, clapped his rude friend on the shoulder.

“She burned you there, Mike. Serves you right, man.” Then he turned back to you and stuck out his hand.

“I’m Torres, Joaquin. This here is Damien and the neanderthal is Mike. He’s a good guy really.”

You raised your eyebrow.

“I’ll reserve judgement.”

“You’re really sparky, you know?”

“I know. See you later Torres.” You turned your back to them and carried on with your work.

It had been easy to become friends with Joaquin. He was always smiling, always able to see the good side of everything and everyone, and it was a smile that always went all the way up to his eyes, making them shine and sparkle. And over time you softened towards Damien and Mike as well, although they were never as close to you.

There’s a comradery when you’re in a team like that, but that’s strengthened when something goes wrong. The team had been heading out in the hum-vee, en-route to set up for an op when it hit an IED. One moment you had been chatting with Joaquin and Mike, whilst Damien drove, the next you were flying through a fire, your ears ringing and your vision went black.

You came to, to find Joaquin leaning over you, tapping you on the face.

“C’mon, Sparky, wake up, damn it!”

Your head hurt as you opened your eyes and spat out a mouthful of sand.

“I’m up! I’m up!”

You tried to sit up, but the world span. Bile rose in your throat, and you leaned to the side as you vomited it up. Joaquin passed you his canteen, and you rinsed your mouth out.

“’the fuck happened?”

You wiped your hand over your face, and it came away bloody.

“IED.”

For once Joaquin wasn’t smiling. You took a proper look at him. His face was covered in ash and sand. He had a graze across one cheek and his arm…his right arm hung wrongly from the shoulder socket. You looked around and felt a sense of panic rising.

“’Quin, where are Mike and Damien?”

“They were in the front, Sparky. They didn’t make it. I’ve called for back-up. Looks like this was just a random device and not an ambush. There’s no-one out here taking pot-shots.”

“Shit!”

“Yeah, I know.”

The pair of you huddled together and waited for your evac. You had some cracked ribs, plus minor cuts and bruises, whilst Joaquin had a dislocated shoulder. You’d both been lucky, unlike Mike and Damien.

You’d finished out your tour in the time period after the Snap. Like Joaquin, you hadn’t been one of those who had disappeared, melting to ash in the blink of an eye. Unlike him though, at the end of your tour you wanted out. You’d gone on to get a job with SWORD instead, using your skills gained from your time in the Air Force to help protect against more unique threats.

You still ran into Joaquin from time to time, and you always marvelled at how handsome he was and how you could get lost in his dark eyes. Not being his teammate anymore allowed you to give yourself permission to notice these things - things that could have made working together awkward. Still, you never told him, not wanting to jeopardise what you had. He’d never given you any reason to think that he wanted more.

After your uncomfortable conversation with Barnes, you’d retreated to the office to go through some paperwork when Joaquin appeared, sweaty, out of breath and smiling.

“Hey Sparky!” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug.

“Eeeeww, ‘Quin. You’re all moist!” You pulled away from him as he laughed.

“Oh my god; it was amazing! I was up in the air, and I was flying. And Sam only had to catch me twice, but still! Oh my god!”

His enthusiasm and bright smile were infectious, making your heart beat harder in your chest and butterflies swirl in your stomach. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, I promise I’ll watch you next time.”

“Hey, and maybe, once I’ve got the hang of it, I can take you for a test-fly?”

You smacked at his chest, trying to ignore how the damp material clung to him like a second skin.

“Trying to sweep me off my feet, Torres?” You loved to tease him, but he didn’t need to know what was really going on in your head.

He wrapped his arms around you again, lifting you off the floor and spinning the pair of you in circles.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, Sparky!”

You playfully pounded your fists against his shoulders in a demand to be set back down. God, his eyes were beautiful.

“Put me down, Fly-Boy! You’re gonna rub your stink all over me.”

You couldn’t break his gaze as he lowered you, your body sliding against his as he did so. You stared at each other for a moment, before he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll see you later! Don’t fly off with anyone else ‘til I see you again.”

“Get outta here ‘Quin.”

You smiled as you watched him leave, then added “And get a shower!”

Would you ever be brave enough to tell him how you felt? Tell him that, no matter where you’d been or how long you’d been away, as soon as you saw him, looked into his beautiful brown eyes, you felt at home again. How you trusted no-one else the way you trusted him. You’d seen a lot in your life, been to a lot of places, but nothing compared to him. His beauty, his spirit.

It intoxicated you and kept you captive.

Fuck.

You had to admit it, Joaquin got good with the wings fast, and he was beautiful whilst he did it.

He’d sent you a text when he was on his way down to the air-field for his second training session with Sam. You got there just as he was suiting up, Sam hovering around him like a mother duck watching her duckling go for a swim for the first time. He flashed you a grin and a wave before turning his attention back to all the straps and buttons that would ensure his safety in the air.

Bucky joined you as the two winged men took to the air.

“I’ll never tire of watching him do that. It’s one thing to think your man is an angel, but another thing to actually see it come to life.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Barnes, for god’s sake. He isn’t my man.”

“Look, I know I give you shit for it, but come on, doll. It’s fucking obvious how you feel. And take it from someone who has been around for a while, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because contrary to what Sam says, I am actually human. I care about people, doll. I care about you. I care about Torres. And after the shit you’ve both been through you deserve some happiness. He’s always going on about you. Sparky this and Sparky that. Maybe if you actually resolve all this fucking pining I won’t have to listen to him ramble on so much.”

You chuckled at Bucky’s attempt to be petty and grumpy. No wonder Sam loved the man; he was pretty cute when he was being disagreeable.

“Maybe I’ll never say anything just to keep winding you up then?”

“For the love of god, no!”

The pair of you were still sniping at each other, good-naturedly, as Sam and Joaquin came in for their landing. Sam made it look easy, but ‘Quin did look cute as he stumbled to a stop.

“Take it easy, Fly-Boy. You don’t want to be eating sand. And you Sam, looking good as always!”

“Hey sweetheart.” Sam smiled as he pushed his goggles up off his face. “What were you and Bucky-bear laughing about?” “Oh, just how I love doing things that piss him off.”

Sam’s smile turned into a laugh.

“My favourite past-time. Although I’m watching you – he might be taken as a form of flirting and I don’t share.”

“Eww, Sam, that’s like accusing me of flirting with my brother or my uncle. Yuck! Come on, Joaquin. I need a beer to wash that awful taste outta my mouth. Bleugh…”

“I’ll meet you in the mess in fifteen, Sparky. Don’t want you to tell me off for being stinky again.”

“Don’t be any longer, or you’ll owe me two beers, Falcon...”

“I like the way you say that.”

“Phpht, you like everything I say…”

You both walked off in your separate directions and Bucky and Sam watched you go. The White Wolf reached out, wrapping his arm around his partner's waist and drew him in close.

“You think she’ll ever tell him?”

“I hope so. He’s so gone on her, and I don’t think he even realises. If we have to wait for him to work it out I might end up throttling him.”

“Young love, ey.”

“You’re a sappy shit, Jamie Barnes.”

“Back at you, Sammy Wilson.”

A couple of months down the line and Joaquin had been cleared to go on active missions with the wings. He was now officially using Sam’s old call sign of Falcon, and no-one could pry the smile off his face or the joy from his eyes. He’d been especially happy to discover that you were going to be the SWORD agent in charge of his first sanctioned mission.

“So, you’re going to be my boss on this op then, Sparky?”

“When am I not bossing you around? You know you love it, and anyway, you’d be lost without me.”

He slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side hug.

“You got me there!”

Sam and Bucky just smiled indulgently at the pair of you, trying not to laugh when you glared at them.

You and your colleagues at SWORD had been keeping track of various nefarious groups and their activities over the last half a year. The intel you’d gathered suggested a bunch of malcontents hiding out in the mountains of northern Montana. Their motivation was nothing outside the ordinary - they were upset about the fact that they had lost their jobs and been displaced due to the return of the ‘blipped’, which was understandable. However, they had resisted all offers of help from the GRC, seeming to only be happy whilst they were complaining and stirring up trouble. Normally it would have been left to local law enforcement to deal with them, but the chatter was that they were planning something big and had access to weaponry they shouldn’t have, possibly extra-terrestrial in origin.

You stood with Sam, looking over the map laid out in front of you.

“If Bucky and I set up here as ground support, then you and ‘Quin can fly in here, from the south. We think they are camped out here…” your finger pressed a push pin further into the paper, “so you should get a good run up, and be high enough they won’t spot you, at least at first.”

“Is there a good enough route from that look-out for you and Bucky to make ex-fil if you have to?”

“Yeah, I’ve been in worse spots.”

“That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“It’ll be fine, Dad!”

Sam seemed to forget that you’d been doing this longer than he’d known you and was sometimes, in your opinion at least, a little overbearing.

“I’ll have Bucky with me. I hope you’re not implying that you don’t have faith in him.”

Bucky, who was sitting on the other side of the room checking over his sniper rifle, tried to hurriedly tamp down a chuckle. Sam just glared at you and raised one eyebrow.

“You did not just go there, Sparky!”

You grinned in return, and after a moment Sam grinned too, shaking his head in amusement.

“Fine, fine. I trust you. It’s your op. You know I’m just a worrier.”

“That he is!” Bucky’s voice rang out sardonically.

“Quiet in the cheap seats, Barnes!”

“Make me, Sammy!”

“Not in front of the kids, Bucky-Bear!”

You loved their petty bickering; you swore it was one of their love languages. Looking over at Joaquin you rolled your eyes at him, and he covered his mouth with his hand to hide his own smirk. God, he was so cute.

Pulling yourself back to the task at hand you clapped your hands together.

“Right, let’s get this show on the road. Move out, guys!”

Part 2

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cymrucwtch-blog · 1 year ago

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Age Appropriate

Chapter 1: Meet Cute

AN: Takes place after TFTWS. Torres initiates a meet-cute for Bucky after showing Sam he's ready to be the new Falcon to his new Captain America. Bucky gets unwanted visitors who want him to lead a rouge group (Thunderbolts). Will Bucky's lady bring stability to his life or will her "average" life mean chaos?

This story is a Work in progress. Will eventually have some violence. This chapter is pure fluff.

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Joaquin Torres stands atop the abandoned factory and looks out across the green field. A bead of sweat slides down his temple as he contemplates the deep troughs in the grass. He shouldn’t be alone. He should have called someone. But if he can just get this roll right, he will be ready to show Sam his wings. Ready to prove himself as a worthy partner. The new Falcon to the new Captain America. He’s floated the idea with Sam before but he’s not sure Sam is catching on to his hints. He takes a steading breath and jumps. Flinging his wings out to makes his move. He has no idea someone is watching.

“You don’t need a partner, Sam.” Bucky says, eyes trained on Joaquin.

“You’re one to talk, Mr. Loaner. He looks good so far. Who knows, maybe I do need a partner.”

“You know what I mean. He’s trying to impress you.” Bucky sighs. “He does look good. It’s not like he doesn’t have your personality, too.”

“Damn, he almost had it. There at the end. Ouch. Let’s see if he’s ok.” Sam tells Bucky. They stride across the field toward a crumpled Torres laying defeated in the grass. Barely moving, not because he’s hurt. Just regrouping his thoughts. He’s pulled from his self-deprecating thoughts by Sam’s booming voice. “You almost had it! You ok, Torres?”

“How’d you know I’d be here?! It’s not ready for you to see yet, I can do better!” Torres panics.

“I got your clues when we last spoke. Oh, that gash is goin’a need stitches. I’ll show you where you went wrong after we get that fixed up. To the hospital first.”

“No, no, it’s not hospital worthy. I got it. I also think I have a prototype of my own Redwing that I need you to look at back at my apartment. Wil you come look at it while I get this stitched up?”

The three walk quickly out of the elevator at Torres building. The boisterous sounds of Duke Ellington are floating out of the first apartment on the left. Bucky’s brows furrow and he stops for a moment. That’s a record, not a digital recording. Torres guides them to the first apartment on the right. While Joaquin and Sam are deep in discussion about all the work Joaquin has done, Bucky stays at the doorway listening. The record changes. He has so many questions.

“Torres, who lives down the hall? The one playing the records?” he asks.

“Oh, that’s Abuelita.” He offers no more explanation. But now she’s playing Bucky’s favorite record. He never bothered to get a record player or collect records since he moves around so much. Seemed frivolous to even think about with aliens and the flag smashers keeping him busy. He didn’t’ realize he missed it until they came out of the elevator today.

“This is my favorite record…” he says almost to himself, stepping into the doorway more to stare at the door, willing it to open. Joaquin smiles. Sam’s left eyebrow raises watching his friends with curiosity.

“I need to head down there, she’s great with stitches. Go ahead man, I’m sure she will loan you the record. She’s super sweet. Knits and paints in her spare time. You’ll love Abuelita. She’s about your age too.” Torres spouts off while he grabs a rag to wet down. Determined to start treating his wound before he joins Bucky. Bucky steps tentatively out into the hall. Torres’ neighbor is over 100 years old too? Bucky looks back at Sam, and Sam starts to follow but Torres grabs his arm keeping him in the doorway as Bucky presses on. A knowing smirk and quick finger pressed to his lips to quiet Sam’s protests. Sam feels like a kid again, watching his friend go to talk to a girl. But this is a grandma who knits that lives next to Torres. Why did Torres stop him. What’s with the smile? What on earth is going on!? He was too curious to question it all. He could only watch Bucky approach the door and see what unfurled.

Bucky reaches the door and knocks. Nothing happens. He knocks again, a little louder. Abuelita apparently has bad hearing seeing as the record is so loud. Nothing happens.

“Knock like you mean it, Barnes!” coaches Torres. And so, Bucky does. Bucky’s enhanced hearing picks up a small squeak of shock from Abuelita. Oh no, he scared the poor old lady. The record halts. “There ya go, man!” Bucky wonders why Torres is so excited. It’s just a record from the little old lady down the hall and Bucky’s not going to take advantage of the loan she’s about to give him. Maybe she also knows where he can get more. And a record player. He’d ask when she finally opens the door. He can hear cautious footsteps coming to the door. The locks slide free, and the door opens. Just enough that Bucky can see the most gorgeous woman in her mid-thirties to early forties he has ever seen. It quickly dons on him that Torres meant old like Bucky looks, not like Bucky is. His gaze shifts down the hall to Torres and he sets free the biggest glare he can. Abuelita is still peaking at him in shock. Who is this stranger at your door? Torres decides it’s time to help you both and screams “Abuelita!! That’s my friend. He wants to borrow that record. And I need your help, I’ll be there in…oof.” but he never finishes the sentence. After he called you, you poked your head out the door to see him. When Sam catches a good glimpse of you, he punches Torres mid-sentence for the slight to Bucky. And you. Maybe Torres does have Sam’s personality. Sam sees Bucky’s satisfied smirk as he steps back to make room for you to see Torres. What are friends for?

“Get in here, Torres! And push that rag harder, no blood on my carpet this time.” You scold. “Any friends of Torres’ are friends of mine, come in.” Torres almost runs inside, impressed with his handy work and charade. Sam and Bucky close behind as he introduces them.

“Abuelita, this is Sam and Bu- (Bucky glares harder this time) James.” He knows you already know who they are from previous conversations together.

“Well, Sam, did you teach him how to perfect that move or am I taking care of more stitches later?” You jab at Sam, surprised to see him since Torres told you he hadn’t called him yet. More surprised to see bleeding Torres since he told you he was taking today off. And then there was James. You knew of him from the Smithsonian. And Torres had mentioned him and his infamous parachute-less jump. Torres was already in the bathroom getting the first aid kit. “Buh-James, let’s get you that record.” You smiled. Bucky wants you to do it again. And again. And aga-wait, what did you say to him? He silently followed you into your apartment and toward the record player.

“I’ll teach him later. He almost had it. This is quite the first aid kit.” Sam interrupts. Well, Bucky feels he has interrupted. He’d prefer neither of the other men be here. He feels on display. As do you. It’s over whelming.

“Well, Torres is clumsy.” It was a deflection. Thankfully they allowed it. Sam even laughed a little. Torres scoffs and then laughs as Sam helps him treat his wound, so you don’t have to.

Sam and Torres are finished but wouldn’t interrupt for the world now. They have moved out of the bathroom and are openly staring at you and Bucky while you talk. The conversation having gone on for some time and crossed many subjects before you put the record back in the sleeve and hold it out to Bucky. “There. All set. Keep it as long as you like. It’s a favorite of mine too. Do you have a player?”

“Uh, no. I mean, I used to, but I don’t have one right now. I, uh, where do you even buy records these days? This is amazing.” He was cute when he rambled.

“There’s a specialty shop down the street. Owner had a record player the other day, it may still be there today.” You hinted.

“Maybe. Maybe you could show me the place after coffee tomorrow?” He asked. Sam and Torres smile. They are finished but wouldn’t interrupt for the world now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Great. It’s a date.”

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tom-whore-dleston · 13 days ago

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Cover Me Up, Cuddle Me In

Created for @the-slumberparty’s December Daze challenge

Imagine spending your first holiday with Joaquin. What starts off as a light snowfall turns into a storm that causes everyone to stay indoors. You were bummed because you were looking forward to meeting Joaquin’s family. However, Joaquin still wanted to share this holiday with you in a special way so he brought all of his family traditions to you. After a whole night of quality time and learning each other’s traditions, you were surprisingly tired by the end of it. You cuddled into Joaquin’s warm body and fell fast asleep. Joaquin threw a handmade quilt over the both of you and held you until he fell asleep as well.

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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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happypopcornprincess · 2 years ago

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Hello beautiful soul! Hope you're doing well ☺️. I saw that your requests are open and please I would like to ask you something with Mister Torres or Garcia por favor 🙏 Maybe something where he's far away on a mission and has to come back in a few weeks but without expecting it he comes home sooner and doesn't tell her to surprise her. Like he's on facetime with her and it's dark outside as it's the night so she doesn't recognize where he is. AND SURPRISE HE'S HOME.

Please please?🥺

Love 💜

Omg, my bro thank you so much for this request 😭🙌🏽

I'm sorry for replying so late, I had my uni exams and I'm heartbroken to leave you stranded but....

The fic is coming out tomorrow! I'll post the sneak peek rn, I took some creative liberties and made this into a holiday fic, so I really hope you like it <3

Find the fic here!

Happy holidays <3

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writing-for-marvel · 1 year ago

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For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in July. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

🔥 Live Now (series) by @world-of-aus

💧💗🔥 Is It a Crime? (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💧 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

🔥😈 Devour (series) by @buckets-and-trees

🔥 Headstrong by @flordeamatista

🔥💗 Be Mine by @/flordeamatista

💧💗 Protecting What’s His by @jobean12-blog

🔥 Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Make A Move! by @/jobean12-blog

🔥 Travelling For Pleasure by @bluehourbucky

💗 Bumblebees and Honeybees by @venusstorm

💗 BeWhat? by @rocketrhap3000

💗🔥 Touch by @mickeyhenrys

💧 You’re not as bad as everyone says you are by @fandoms-writings

💗 Imagine celebrating Christmas with Bucky by @espinosaurusrexex

🔥 Off to the Races by @kittybeansbarnes

💗🔥 Missing You by @nickfowlerrr

💧 Lachrymose by @rookthorne

💗 Cuddles by @theeleggymeggy

💧💗 Not Ur Groupie by @sweetsbfreex

💗 Barbie by @buckyalpine

Steve Rogers

💗 Glitter by @sarahwroteathing

💗 America’s Ass Passes Gas by @/jobean12-blog

🔥 The Sweetest Thing by @wint3r-h3art

😈 Sweet as Cherry Pie by @navybrat817

💗 A Million Reasons by @brandycranby

💗 Beautiful Stranger by @/crazyunsexycool

🔥 Brace Yourself by @atomwritez

🔥 Music to my Ears by @royalsweetteaa

💧💗 Whisper by @redgillan

Stucky

💗🔥 Loving You Means Loving Myself (mini series) by @late-to-the-party-81

🔥 See You Next Shift (series) by @witchywithwhiskey

🔥 Under Covers by @sagechanoafterdark

🔥😈 Fringe Benefits by @biteofcherry

💗 Call Your Boyfriends by @/intrepidacious

Joaquin Torres

💗 A Shared Bond by @blackbat05

💧💗 Home is Wherever I’m With You by @tom-whore-dleston

Andy Barber

💧💗 Andy Barber + nightmare by @babyjakes

💗🔥 New Louboutins by @sstan-hoe

💗 Intertwined by @/intrepidacious

💧💗 Lack of Standing by @/brandycranby

Ari Levinson

💗 What are you gonna do about that? by @worksby-d

💧 Forced proximity meets the one that got away by @/buckets-and-trees

💧💗 Morning After by @dc418writes

💧💗 Pick You Up by @holylulusworld

Nick Fowler

💧💗 A Second Chance (series) by @sebstanwhore

Multiple Characters

🔥 His Girls [Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff] by @kinanabinks

🔥 Sweating in the Sheets [Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff] by @urmommies--girl

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #stucky #stucky x reader #Joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #Andy barber #andy barber x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #Nick Fowler #nick fowler x reader #Natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader

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fluffyprettykitty · 7 months ago

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Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided. As usual, you know!

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed at my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years ago

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Sorry- not sorry!

And that’s your own fault for reading smut in public, lol

Ojos Asi - Part 4 - The Change

AN: Hi all! Hope you are having a good weekend so far.

Here, we are the last part of this mini-series (for now?). Our boy has declared himself so it's all smut for this chapter, although Joaquin can't help but worry about his Sparky.

DISCLAIMER - I know nothing about any Air Force, US or otherwise, or special ops or high-tech tracking systems.

Beta’d by the wonderful @yarnforbrains, brand new dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me (credits to those who took the photos). Spanish help from the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Series Master list | Part 3

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Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Fem SWORD Agent! Reader

Chapter Word count: 2.9k

CW: Smut inc Oral (F and M receiving, and Face sitting), Vaginal Fingering, Hand jobs, uprotected PinV sex, Small amount of spanking, Joaquin being infuriatingly gentlemanly, Fluff, laughing during sex, Joaquin talking dirty, Joaquin talking Spanish (that's a warning!)

The first thing you noticed was how soft and warm his lips were. This kiss was gentle and far too brief for your liking. He pulled back, his eyes searching yours, asking for permission.

“Kiss me again, ‘Quin…” Your words were breathy and almost lost as he swooped down again.

You wrapped your good arm around his neck, pulling him in close, and one of his hands left your face to curl around your waist. You took a step forwards, forcing him to step back, then another, until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he sat down, pulling you onto his lap, still kissing you.

The knot in your towel loosened and fell open, and the damp fabric slipped away from your body. With a small growl, Joaquin pulled the towel away and tossed it aside, as if it offended him, before both his hands settled on your bare skin, slowly stroking up and down your ribs and over your back.

“Eres tan suave, tan hermosa. No sabes cuanto he querido tocarte así…”

He murmured against your skin, and you only managed to understand a small part, but it made you smile nonetheless. His lips trailed down your neck, breathing you in, and you couldn’t help but grip his dark hair. He held you carefully and turned, laying you down on the bed. He stood on the floor, but leant over you, kissing over your naked skin. He was still fully clothed, and you pulled at his t-shirt with one hand. He got the message and pulled away from you long enough to take it off. His dog-tags bumped and jingled against his skin, and he was on you again, worshipping your body with his gentle touches and passionate kisses. He reached your stomach, kissing across from one side to the other, fingers gripping your hips and you whined.

Joaquin was kissing you; he was touching you! It felt like the best dream, and you didn’t want it to end. His breath ghosted over your mound, and you felt your legs fall apart instinctively.

“‘Quin!”

“Mi sol, I want to make you feel good. Can I?”

“Please…”

He pressed his lips to your inner thigh, first on one side and then the other, before placing them over his shoulders and nuzzling into the down that hid your centre from his gaze.

“Hueles tan dulce…”

He spread you open with his thumbs, touching his lips gently to your flesh, making you tremble with desire, your hand fisting into the sheets at your side. Then, his tongue swiped up your slit, and you both moaned.

“Oh god!” Your eyes rolled back in your head as he descended on you like a man starved. He curled his tongue into your entrance, like he was trying to scoop your essence out from inside you. His thumb rubbed over your clit that was standing proud, aching for his touch and you writhed under him, small gasps and moans the only sounds you could make.

“Do you like this, mi alma?”

“More, I need more. Uh!”

He chuckled. “My greedy girl.”

Pulling back from you, he stroked his fingers through your folds, covering them in your arousal. He kept his eyes focused on yours as he slowly pressed one digit inside you. You rolled your hips up towards him, pulling him deeper into your pussy. He pumped it a few times, eyes still watching you, before pressing in a second.

“Fuuuuuck! Uuuuhh!”

“So beautiful. Dios mio!”

He brought his mouth back down and pulled your clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently and rolling it with his tongue. His fingers rubbed the walls of your pussy and when he hit that sensitive spot, you bucked up into his face. His free arm wrapped around under your ass, holding you to him as he found that spot within you again, moving over it rhythmically. You could feel the pressure building inside you, insistent and steady. No-one had ever touched you so assuredly before, so unhurried and so totally focussed on your pleasure. You moved your hand from the sheets to his hair again, and as you tugged on it, he sucked on you harder.

You crashed over the edge, breathy little whines escaping your lips and your hips moving to fuck yourself on his face and fingers. The sensations kept coming in waves and stars passed in front of your eyes. As your movements changed to small shudders, as the aftershocks rolled through you, Joaquin slowed his own ministrations. You lay spent and replete, as he crawled up onto the bed next to you, taking you in his arms.

You cupped his face and kissed him, and he moaned into you. His cock was swollen hard, still inside his pants, pressing insistently against your thigh. You trailed your hand down his firm, smooth chest, stopping briefly to rub your thumb over his nipples, before you reached his fly and popped it open. You pulled him out and held his length firmly in your hand.

“Christos!”

You continued to kiss him as you smeared his pre-cum over his cock, before starting to jerk him with long steady strokes. His hand gripped your hip, and his own rutted up against you, whimpers of need moving from his mouth to be swallowed by yours. Your thumb rubbed circles over his tip, pressing into his sensitive slit as you gently squeezed and twisted your wrist.

“Mi alma brillante! Si! Si!”

He shuddered against you, coming into your hand with a small cry. He continued to kiss you softly, and you both smiled at each other between each meeting of your lips. He grabbed some tissues from your bedside table, cleaning your palm before easing you under the covers.

“Get some rest, Chispita. I’ll wake you in a bit for some food and some more painkillers. Alright?”

You nodded slowly, your exhaustion getting the better of you once more, and you drifted off, warm and content.

Four weeks later and you were well on the way to recovering from your injury. You realised how lucky you had been not to have actually lost your arm, or worse and had accepted the counselling services on offer from SWORD. Your stitches had been removed after two weeks, and you had been religiously applying scar oil to the affected skin. You were also attending physiotherapy.

Joaquin drove you everywhere, offering to stay with you, for every appointment. You’d sat down and talked, and it turned out that you were both idiots. You’d been pining for him for a long time, too scared to risk your friendship. He, though, had only realised his feelings for you during the mission, when he’d seen your flare and seen you injured. Although he did admit that he’d always found you attractive, and had wondered, several times, what it would’ve been like to be with you. You’d punched him in the arm at that remark and he’d laughed.

Sam and Bucky were both ecstatic, and, in a thoroughly on brand move for them, had started to loudly plan your eventual wedding, earning them glares from you and terrified looks from Joaquin.

There was only one issue that was bugging you. Okay, two.

The first was the why and how your mission had gone wrong. Your targets had obviously been expecting you and had hoped to get hold of some kind of information from the way they’d gone after you and tried to take your computer. Some of your colleagues were working on it, and you suspected there was a mole, but until you were fully back on duty there was little you could do.

The second issue was far more personal. It was four weeks since you and Joaquin had started this new stage of your relationship.

Four weeks in which he’d made you the happiest woman alive.

Four weeks in which he’d made you come numerous times, with his mouth, with his fingers.

Four weeks in which he’d let you do the same to him, albeit reluctantly, always wanting the focus to be on you and not him. You told him you enjoyed making him feel as good as he made you, but there was always a bit of worry in his eyes, and he never took it further.

Eventually you’d worked out that he was worried about hurting you, that he was being as much of a gentleman as he could, and whilst it was sweet, it was also frustrating with a capital F. You’d been hurt in your shoulder, not in your nether regions and, frankly, if you didn’t get a good dicking down soon you were going to scream.

You were actually feeling feral about it. Now you’d got up close and personal with his cock you were literally aching to have it inside you. You daydreamed about how it would stretch you, fill you, the thoughts getting you so wound up that they had you almost jumping on him as soon as he walked through your door. You’d decided that enough was enough.

You had a long bath, pampering yourself in the process and indulging in a glass of wine now that you were no longer on painkillers. Once you got out you sorted your hair out and applied a small amount of make-up, just enough to make you feel ‘pretty’, before dressing yourself in a new set of lingerie you’d bought for this occasion. Checking the time, and realising you had about 10 minutes before Joaquin arrived, you lit the candles in your bedroom and grabbed a bottle of wine and some glasses from the kitchen. Satisfied that everything was set up and ready, you arranged yourself on the bed to wait.

Joaquin was punctual, as usual. You heard the door open, and his keys jingle as he hung them up.

“Chispita, mi alma! Where are you?”

You smiled and called out to him.

“I’m in the bedroom, baby.”

You heard him stride across your apartment.

“What are you doing in here…” he tailed off as his eyes roved over you and he took in the room.

“Are we… erm …celebrating anything? I know it’s not your birthday…”

God, he was so cute, even if he was a little bit dense at times. You rose up from your lounging position and crawled over to the end of the bed, where he was standing, with an unsure look on his face and a growing tent in his pants.

“Joaquin, you’ve been the absolute best boyfriend over the past few weeks…” You rose up onto your knees, sliding your hands up, under his t-shirt and pushing it off him. “There is just one teeny, tiny, problem…” Your hands dropped to his waist, quickly undoing his belt, and then his fly, pushing his pants to the floor.

“Yeah? What’s that?” His voice was low and husky with desire, his eyes blown so wide they were almost black instead of their normal rich chocolate colour.

You looped your forefinger into his dog tags and tugged, bringing his head down towards you.

“You’ve failed in one particular way.” You kissed and nipped at his jaw line. “You’ve failed to get me screaming on your cock.” He shuddered at your words and swallowed loudly.

“You know I don’t want to hurt you, you’re still recovering.” You pressed a finger to his lips, and moved back up the bed, still tugging on his tags to make him follow you. You pushed him down to the mattress and straddled his hips, rubbing your hands over his chest and rocking your clothed core against his. He moaned, pulling his lower lip between his teeth and took hold of your hips to still you. However, you wouldn’t be denied and ground over him again, feeling his length twitch under your ministrations.

“Mierda, me vas a matar, ¡lo juro!”

You just smiled at him as you reached behind you, unclasped your bra and then slowly drew the straps down each arm in turn. He laughed when you tossed it away dramatically then dragged you up his body and then pulled you down so he could take one of your breasts in his mouth.

“Tan perfecta…”

You sighed in pleasure as he worshipped each breast in turn, his hands massaging your hips before encouraging you out of your panties. The next thing he did was entirely unexpected. He hooked his arms under your thighs and half dragged and half lifted you up into the air, to land on his face. You squeaked in surprise, but Joaquin just winked at you before diving in. You had to grab the headboard for support as he worked you over with his lips and tongue, his hands on your ass, squeezing and giving you the occasional spank. It didn’t take him long to have you trembling and squirming on him as you hit your high.

“Fuck! ‘Quin! Oh god!”

He kept lathing you with his tongue until you pushed him away. Overstimulated, you slid your way down his body, stopping to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on him, before going lower. As you grabbed the waistband of his briefs, he lifted his hips to assist you, and his cock sprang free. You ran your tongue up his whole length, from root to tip and watched him shudder. You closed your mouth over the head and started to work your way down as far as you could, letting yourself drool over him, so you could jerk his remaining length with your hand.

“Dios mio!” You hummed in smug satisfaction. There was something so intoxicating about the fact that you were making him so weak beneath you.

You came up for air, and Joaquin took over, hauling you up his body and flipping you both, so you were on your back. His body covered yours and he slotted himself between your open thighs.

“Sorry, Sparky, but I had to stop you. You want this dick in you?” He held himself firmly in hand and tapped his tip against your clit, making you shiver.

“Please, Quin! For the love of god!”

He grinned and dipped down to kiss you before sitting up on his knees and pulling your hips up onto his lap. He stared down at your pussy, sliding his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick and then rubbing it all over his cock.

“Mirame, mi sol. I want to see you.”

He leant forwards slightly and pressed his tip to your entrance. Your mouth fell open as he stretched you, rocking each wondrous inch into your quivering hole. His fingers dug into your hips, but he kept his eyes on you, the pair of you staring into each other's souls, until he bottomed out and his eyelids fluttered shut.

“Fuuuuuuuccckkkk! Dios mio, you’re like heaven, bebé.”

He rolled his hips gently and the moan he released made you giggle. He curled his body over yours, a grin on his face and peppered your jaw with kisses.

“Don’t laugh at me, mi corazón.” He rolled his hips again, but a little harder, thrusting deeper, and it was your turn to let out a cry of pleasure. Joaquin chuckled in your ear, nipping at your lobe. You wound your arms around his neck holding him to you and shifted your own hips.

“‘Quin, stop teasing. I need you…”

“You’ve got me, mi alma. Mi sol en mi vida.”

He kissed you and started to move, both of you breathing into the other. You could barely handle just how good it felt; everything you’d ever imagined. When he pulled his lips from yours, you opened your eyes to find him staring down at you and you both continued watching the other, sinking into the pleasure running through your bodies. But you needed more. You whined and writhed under him, rolling your own hips up to meet him.

“Harder, please, Joaquin. I wanna feel it.”

“Always so greedy for me.”

He knelt back, holding onto your hips where they rested on his lap and pulled on your body as he thrust up, driving as deep into you as he could. Your eyes rolled back, and you gripped the sheets.

“God, yes! Just like that, fuck!”

With each moan and cry that fell from your lips, Joaquin’s confidence seemed to grow. He lifted your legs on to his shoulders and leant forwards again, caging you in and almost folding you in half.

“Feels so good. Can you touch yourself? I want to feel you come on me.”

You nodded and bit your lower lip, sliding a hand down between you and drawing tight, fast circles on your sensitive clit. A slight shift in angle and the sensations within you intensified.

“‘Quin, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, oh god…” Your back arched and a keening sound burst from your lips as your orgasm took you, the pulses wracking your body. You could vaguely hear Joaquin murmuring in Spanish to you, but you couldn’t focus until you felt him lose his own rhythm and twitch within you, filling you with warmth as he let out his own cry.

He collapsed down on top of you, breathing hard in your ear, letting out little moans as your aftershocks ran through you, causing you to squeeze around him. When he pushed up on his elbows, he brushed some hair out of your eyes and smiled down at you. You smiled back, losing yourself in his eyes and feeling the most content you’d ever been.

“Hi…” Your voice was husky.

“Hi yourself…”

Everything was perfect. Todo es perfecto.

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