#joaquin torres is so done

[heartswarm-void]

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

—

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

—

“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.

[wenellyb]

3 Most Underrated MCU Character

(who aren't as popular as they could be because they're not White)

Phastos

The first openly gay superhero in any MCU movie who's also married and has a kid.

And it's not a matter if the movie not being popular (because it was). But people created fandoms around characters or other pairings from the movie (Drukkari) and shows they haven't seen all the time, why could it not be done for Phastos? He wasn't a "blink and you'll miss it" character, he was part of the main cast. I think it's just sad that do little people really cared about him.

W'kabi

To be fair, not being White isn't the reason isn't more popular, but because he's dark-skinned. W'Kabi would be more popular if he had a lighter skin tone. The fact that people looove Killmonger but hate/don't care about has always W'kabi surprised me.

He had a very interesting backstory that explained why he was ready to join Killmonger, his only goal was to avenge his parents. And unlike Killmonger, W'Kabi didn't do something crazy like shooting his girlfriend.

In fact, W'Kabi loved his wife and had a great relationship with her, he loved he so much he trained his Rhinos to never harmonie her (even in the middle of a battlefield).

It's just my theory but if W'kabi had been played by Michael B Jordan and Killmonger by Daniel Kaluuya, W'kabi would have been much more popular and more people would be calling Killmonger a villain villain. Colorism played a huge part in the way the audience reacted to W'Kabi because Kilmonger was a fan favorite en though he did much worse than W'Kabi

Joaquin Torres

If Joaquin had been White he would have been Tumblr's new sexy man. And don't get me wrong, Danny Ramirez and Joaquin Torres have a fandom on this site but he should be much more popular imo. I mean have you seen him?? His character is nice, brave, funny what more do you want?

And it's not a matter if screen time either because secondary characters get a lot of hype in the MCU fandom all the time. And also he had a crush on Sam Wilson but that's another discussion😂

[kyleraynermybeloved]

Don't You Dare

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x GN!Reader Summary: Whoever said nothing wrong could happen with baking was wrong! Warnings: just fluff Word Count: 530 A/N: I thought maybe a nice domestic drabble would suffice. I love Joaquin and I hope you enjoy this!!!!! Masterlist

Joaquin finally had a day off after being on so many missions. You wanted to surprise him by baking some of his favorite treats, chocolate chip cookies and cupcakes. He had come home in the early morning, looking exhausted and you turned him to the bedroom telling him to get some sleep which he reluctantly did after seeing how determined you were to see him rest. 

A little after midday Joaquin woke up to the smell of freshly baked cookies, leading him to the kitchen where you stood with the cute Valentine’s apron you donned most days, placing the fresh batch onto the counter to cool. The kitchen was getting warm from the oven being used, it felt amazing compared to the cold weather that was slowly seeping into the house. 

Once you caught your sleepy eyed lover inhaling over half of the still cooling batch you smacked his hands away with a grin, persuading him to help you with the cupcakes. Batter already done, he helped you pour it into an even amounts in the liners. The only thing left was to make the frosting and that was going well until you gave him full control of mixing.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you even think about throwing that at me!” you shrieked, running away from where he had a spoonful of frosting readily aimed at you. He chased after you with his own laughter bouncing off the walls of the small kitchen, circling you around the island before firing at you, hitting your cheek as you retreated back, almost fully out of the way.

“There, I think that’s more fitting for your sweet personality, my love.”

You stood with a glint in your eyes as you came up with an excellent idea. 

“I hope you're prepared for the aftermath that’s to come. Would be a shame if-” inching closer to the island counter, keeping eye contact with him, a smirk on his face as he took you in. You grabbed some flour and immediately threw it at him, “This was to happen!”

He stood there for a moment, taking in what just happened, dusting flour off his face. “Oh, you’re in for it now. Get back here!” 

An all out war occurred, flour, powdered sugar, and frosting going everywhere as you giggled, followed by his laughter whenever your shots were blocked. All prior activities long forgotten in favor of the sweet, carefree and joyful moment.

Joaquin catches you, pulling you into his chest, swaying you both in his embrace. He hums, nose nudging your cheek, “Thank you for the treats, and the forced nap. I really needed this after the exhausting few weeks I’ve had.”

“Of course, I’m glad I was able to alleviate some of the tension for you. But remember, these are supposed to last you for the next two days so don’t eat them all in one sitting, you glutton.”

You turn back to the oven once the alarm goes off, not wanting them to burn. Glancing back at him you see him looking at you with a loving smile, feeling your cheeks heat up and you shy away moving back to the task at hand.

[buckets-and-trees]

Late Night Quickie

Collection: SHIELD Gaming AU Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 1.2k Summary: It's still all hands on deck around the clock as time is running our for SHIELD to finish implementing an industry-changing element into the version of The Avengers they're about to send in for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East. But Bucky and his game tester aren't the only ones at SHIELD entangled in a very satisfying side quest...

Content Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, age gap (Nat is 10 years Joaquin's senior)

Logistical Notes: Third tick for my Bingo Card in @the-slumberparty's August/September Challenge with B2: "Clothes on Sex." Same universe as Perfectionists and Test Play but can be read as a standalone - all you need to know is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Joaquin are the five-person team of game engineers for the SHIELD Gaming company.

Additional Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for reading this for coherency. Gamer graphic by @sgt-seabass. Dedicated to my co-conspirator for "A Very Horny Monday to You All..." @biteofcherry for our first week of mischief - she chose the theme 'oral quickies.' We can all lovingly blame her for this!

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2am.

Two fucking a-m.

Joaquin just grinned.

This was not the week any of them wanted or expected, and he certainly didn't want this to ever be the norm. But running off adrenaline, catching only a few hours of sleep (if he was lucky), lots of Red Bull, and late-night food orders to make up for what the typical in-house kitchen wasn't covering was something he couldn't deny was an experience.

Teams all across SHIELD Gaming had been and still were working around the clock to get the shelved-for-later Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval in just a few days. Marketing, story, game engineering, testers… everyone. It was a rush, pushing the limits for this short period of time, but they were close to pulling off a triumph with embedding Deep Shadow. Joaquin had loved the pitch for that aspect when it was originally floated, they had initiated the development, but then a couple of the execs had said to push it back to the next release. Fury had called the audible and said they needed to put it back in to top what HYDRA was developing with Project Insight. But Joaquin had always known Deep Shadow would really push them miles past everything else coming out right now.

That’s why he didn’t mind pulling these insane hours to get the work done with the rest of the engineers.

And he certainly didn’t mind this.

He had no problem leaning back against the wall of the women’s restroom, jeans unzipped, Natasha poised between his legs, and her pretty lips around his cock, deep throating him.

Fuck she looked so good like that. They hadn’t had enough time together since the Deep Shadow blitz, and he was so glad she’d pulled him into the bathroom right now. Her left hand was anchored on his hip, and the other was reaching up his shirt, roving over his abs and chest as his threaded into her hair, holding her head at the base of her skull. He was letting her control the pace and how much of his length she took in for now, just holding her, feeling that connection.

Joaquin had been under no illusion in the beginning that this absolute goddess who was ten years his senior had only been flirting with him because it was fun and had no intentions beyond more than maybe a night or two tumbling in bed together. But he’d had a hunch they could have more, that he wanted more, and categorically convinced her they were worth a shot.

He worshipped her but challenged her in a way no one else did. He knew that’s why she’d even started flirting with him, appreciating that he could go round for round with her sass, her sarcasm, and her saucy comments without getting flustered or cocky and the rest of their conversation – work and casual – had rolled along so easily like they’d been working together for years after only a few weeks.

Now they were eight months into an officially-disclosed-to-HR relationship – but not to their team because they did not need Cap, Sam, or Bucky in their business. Work was work, and until tonight, the physical had stayed outside of HQ.

It spoke to how little time they’d had together that they were here right now.

And he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

Joaquin took over and pulled her head down slowly on him, drawing Nat down to take all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, then gently nudging further down her esophagus. She moaned around him, her hands flexing against him. “You always take me so well, Romanov.”

He knew she loved this. She was a cocky little minx and so loved the praise. In response she sunk the rest of the way down his cock. He groaned in ecstasy. Love this.

“Fuck, I could stay here with you on my dick until your legs give out.”

She tightened her grip on his hip.

“But I wanna fuck this pretty throat of yours, babe.”

A small noise from her as she stayed just as she was, their eyes locked on each other.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

Those lust-blown green eyes told him everything, and he grinned wickedly down at her. Abruptly twisting them around to place her on her knees with her back against the wall, he made sure she was secure before asking, "Ready for me?"

She hummed again.

He smirked. “Desperate for me?”

A growl this time.

He laughed. “Me, too, babe.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, one more tender moment, then he slowly pulled out until only the head of the cock was the only thing she had her lips around. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and swirled her tongue over the leaking tip of him. “Oh, you’re so fucking good. Love that talented tongue. But now you’re really gonna take me.”

She nodded, eyes blazing with heat. He moved his right hand to cradle her cheek and jawline as he leaned his left forearm against the wall to brace himself, and then he thrust back into her wet mouth. He continued, pistoning his hips in and out, brutally but not recklessly. She clung to his shirt, his hips, anything from moment to moment. Her eyes watered, then the tears started to spill, and he groaned. “So pretty for me like this. Those gorgeous tears falling for me, just like you fall apart for me.”

And then he just focused on the feel of her around his cock, the heat, the sounds of him sliding in and out, her whimpers and moans. The frenzy built and then he spilled into her mouth and down her throat, hips stuttering to a stop, and she held him there in place, swallowing every bit of him until he was done. She pulled her mouth off him with a deliberately audible pop, smug, beautiful goddess that she was.

She slid up between his heaving chest and the wall, brushing her lips against his jaw with soft, playful kisses. “Like that?”

“Love that,” he corrected. “Bet your cunt’s a hot, drippy mess for me, isn’t she?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before claiming his lips in a kiss, tangling their tongue so he could taste the evidence of his spend, and pushing her pelvis up against him.

“Meet back here in an hour?”

“Fuck, I’m hoping we can convince them there’s nothing more to do tonight and get out of here in the next hour. Then you’re taking me home to fuck me in your bed properly.”

He laughed, “Anything for my Natalia.”

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[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Tent Set-Ups Going Wrong

[ID: a green badge of a tent with text that reads ‘Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, Stuck in a Tent, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]

Title: Tent Set-Ups Gone Wrong

Square Filled: Stuck in a Tent

A/N: just a light-hearted cracky entry for @sambuckylibrary. where sam tries filming a Cap P.S.A, only for it to go in shambles.^^

Word Count: 873

T.W: None-ish

***

Part of being Captain America was having to maintain one's presence in the media. And while Sam tended to be exhausted from handling press conferences and interviews, he did what he could.

Sure, he couldn't dodge inappropriate or racist questions regarding his position, he knew how to deal with them. He knew how to be composed, not allowing any initial frustration get the best of him. Aware it wouldn't do him any good.

Although, it would be nice to talk back, sometimes. Even Bucky wanted to slam some reporter's head against wall at how he got a question that he disliked. Immensely.

Unfortunately, it also included some certain things that he didn't think of. . .

"You want me to star in those P.S.As?" Sam asked in disbelief.

He had been summoned to a small studio in D.C, where he had to discuss of his schedule. They all decided to meet at Rock Creek Park, where they would be filming. Since summer was approaching, they needed to have commercials featuring Sam, front and center.

"Well, Steve did it and you might as well too," the producer explained, plastering a smile that looked more of a wince. "All part of the job, I guess."

Sam huffed a sigh. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

"Do you have to?" Bucky asked.

"I mean we can do something else," Joaquin added, sounding dismayed.

"Like I said, guys." Sam adjusted his cowl. "We should finish this."

Both Bucky and Joaquin exchanged a glance of chagrin.

They gathered at a small grassy field as the crew prepared the mini set. Just some bundles of wood, tents, and sleeping bags.

The director lifted a megaphone, adjusted in her seat.

"Lights. . . Camera. . . Action!"

Someone slammed the clapperboard and Sam propped his hands on his sides, facing the camera. And while Bucky and Torres stood by his sides, waving.

"So, you wanna learn how to arrange a tent, huh?" Sam asked, flashing his signature megawatt smile. "Well, lemme show you how it's done. With the help of my team, anything is possible!"

The wind howled, moving past him in a heavy current.

"Wow, you sure are pulling this off, Samuel," Bucky whispered wryly.

Repressing any urge to roll his eyes, Sam beckoned Bucky and Joaquin at the tent supplies strewn on the grass.

"First you gotta set it up," Sam said into the camera, sweeping an arm over at them. "Then put your components on the tarp. Connect your tent poles together. Insert those poles into where they ought to be and raise the tent up. Now watch as my good friends, Sergeant Bucky Barnes and Lieutenant Joaquin Torres, take this step by step."

Yeah, Sam had to memorize an entire instruction manual for this. So, if any of them noticed how he sounded automatic, maybe he could change it for another take.

Who knew how long would this go on? He had sternly informed those two to be on their best behavior. Although, that approach didn't work by eighty percent.

Bucky and Joaquin adjusted the tent's equipment, setting up the poles. They started raising the tent up slowly yet diligently. The breeze smacked a flap against Bucky and his fingers trembled upon adjusting the hook.

Whoa, it was such a big tent, he thought, refraining from gaping.

Just as Sam could have peered into the camera, the wind's heavy strength shook the poles. Yanking them off their positions. Bucky froze and flung an arm around, only for the tent to collapse down on him.

"Sam! Sam! Help! I think. . . I'm trapped!" Bucky sounded panicked.

Oh yikes, Sam thought. He tried maintaining his smile.

He should have known even filming a damn P.S.A wouldn't go peacefully. Most things in his line of work didn't.

The director and filming crew chattered in hushed tones containing concern. Joaquin winced, bowing his head while scratching his forehead.

"Okay, Cap to the rescue, everyone!" Sam sprinted towards the fallen tent.

He tried pushing it upwards and Bucky moved, crawling out of it. He scrambled to his feet, pressing his hands against the tent. The wind howled again, growing louder and denser. Streaks of grey scattered within the sky as clouds gathered.

The tent collapsed on both of them, sending them flat against the ground.

Both of them let out a grunt and a yelp, their shoulders budging and nudging. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and Sam tried kicking the tent.

If the weather was gonna be this concerning, he would have rescheduled the entire damn thing. However, he had to be in this predicament.

Yep. Sam was so not cut out for this shit. He should be a hell lot selective if he had to take up this gig. Ever again. Simple P.S.As filmed in a studio? Doable. Something he could manage, at the very least.

". . . you're going to cut this out of the finished footage, aren't you?" Joaquin asked, sounding hesitant.

"Cut! Cut!" the director yelled, her voice amplified by her megaphone's speakers. "Okay, can. . . Can someone get Cap and his sidekick out of there?"

Bucky sighed. "Maybe if we filmed indoors instead of outdoors, we wouldn't be in this tricky situation."

"Shoulda known this was a bad idea," Sam mumbled, clutching onto the tent's edge.

***

[sjsmith56]

A Single Step - Chapter 27, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Buchanan decides to foster the Prince after his mother pleads for her son’s life. After Buchanan specifies his terms to the Prince, the young man accepts the offer.

Length: 4.7 K

Characters: Lord Buchanan, Bruce Banner, Garcia, Prince Arthur, King David.

Warnings: Frank talk of punishment for horse thieves and sexual assault, emotional encounter between Magnus and Quin.

Author notes: More confirmation of Buchanan’s qualities. Joaquin Torres is a teenager in this world and will be a major character in the remainder of the book.

<<Chapter 26

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There is something about how castles are built that is the same no matter what kingdom one is in that makes it is easy to find one's way.  Buchanan had no trouble finding the King's Guard Commander in his garrison and requested to see the young Prince.  At first the man demurred, saying he should get the permission of the King first but Buchanan stood firm.

"I wish to speak with the boy alone," he said.  "No father, no king, no guards, just him and me.  I swear to you as a Lord that I mean him no harm.  I just want to talk."

The Guard Commander nodded, and escorted Buchanan to the prisoner block where the boy sat alone in the final cell at the end of a row of cells; the other cells before that one being empty.  He left a stool outside the steel barred door for Buchanan to sit on, then retreated back to the centre of the block where he hoped he could hear the sound of a knife being withdrawn from a sheath and hope to intercept any attempt to kill the boy.  Buchanan sat on the stool, looking through the bars of the cell at the prince who sat with his back to the door and instead gazed out the window to the moon in the sky.  He said nothing to him but Buchanan could tell by the downward slant of the boy's shoulders that he was feeling low.  Still he observed quietly, and after a time the prince stole a glance backwards at him.

"I am sorry I injured your horse," he finally said in an almost whisper.  "He was so magnificent and I just wanted to feel his power under my command but he fought me all the way.  I hit him in my anger and pulled hard on his bit until he threw me and would go no more.  Will he be alright?"

"We don't know yet," said Buchanan, quietly.  "It may be a strain or a torn tendon.  If the latter it could be a year before he is ridden again."

The boy nodded, acknowledging the damage he had done to Magnus, then looked back again.  "Is it true that I may be executed for what I did?" he asked. 

"It is true," said Buchanan.  "It is a law in my lands as well as your father's.  He may chose to banish you but you would then lose your standing as heir to the kingdom.  Your mother has told me that the kingdom would then go to his cousin."

"That would be terrible," said the boy in an upset voice, trying not to cry.  "He has no understanding of the threat that comes from the sky.  To him, it is a sign of God's will that we don't live a righteous enough life to have his protection.  He would be right about me.  I haven't lived a righteous life."

"Why is that?" posed Buchanan.  "Why have you chosen to be this way, knowing what is at stake?"

"Honestly?" replied the prince turning around.  "Because I could and I did because I thought it was my right.  Now, I find myself in danger of losing my life or my standing and not really finding a difference between the two.  The only regret I do truly have is hurting your horse and he is your horse, I realize that now.  He is bound to you in a way I didn't understand, to my folly."

"So you don't regret taking him, or thinking you have the right to take any man's horse or property because you still feel that your standing gives you that right," said Buchanan.

"No, no ... I don't feel that way," he said earnestly.  "At least, not any more.  It may be because I was finally forced to be responsible for my actions or that I am just sorry for myself but I have never felt either before.  It is a new feeling for me and I find myself experiencing ... shame and disappointment with myself.  I hope you believe me."

Buchanan said nothing in response and the boy nodded, accepting what he felt was a silent rebuke.  Then he turned back to the window and gave a great sigh as he resumed gazing at the moon.

"I will accept whatever punishment the King assigns to me," he said finally, not looking back as he said it.  "At least that much I can do to show my regret at my actions.  I bid you good night, Lord Buchanan, and again my apologies for the crime I committed against you."

Buchanan stood up and walked to the Guard Commander.  "The boy, has he received all of his warrior training?" he asked in a low voice.  "His sword play, archery skills, and pike skills ... are they satisfactory?

"Yes, M'Lord," replied the man.  "It was the one area of his upbringing that he excelled in.  If he were not a prince I would be recruiting him for the King's Guard."

Buchanan nodded.  "I would request that you keep my visit a secret for now," he said.  "I am considering options for the boy's punishment and I wished to get a measure of him before I decide.  His father has done well not to intervene and I wish that to continue.”

"Yes, M'Lord," replied the commander.  "May I ask, is it true you were born of a tenant farmer?"

"It is," said Buchanan.  "Then I became a soldier, then a monk for a brief time after the death of my first love.  I returned from the Holy Land and my King graced me with a title.  I have strived to be worthy of it since."

"You are worthy, sir," said the man.  "I saw the anger in your eyes when you dismounted and the desire in you to strike the boy but you held your hand.  You must be well respected in your kingdom."

"So they tell me," smiled Buchanan.  "What is the prince’s full name?”

“Prince Arthur David Joaquin de Torres Walker. In all public dealings he is Prince Arthur Walker,” replied the commander, Garcia. “To his mother and sisters he is Quin, a nickname from the name, Joaquin, honouring his mother’s heritage.”

“Thank you. Good night Commander."

"Good night, Lord Buchanan," bowed the commander, giving him his due.

He returned to his rooms where Bruce awaited him, having been told of Buchanan's desire to speak with him.  The scientist was unaware of what had happened to Magnus but was distressed about what could happen to the boy.

"Is there no hope for him?" asked Bruce.  "Death or banishment are the only choices?"

"There is a third but it would require me to be involved," he replied.  "It has been suggested that the boy return with us to be fostered by me.  It would become my duty to help him understand his responsibilities as a prince and heir to the throne.  I have spoken with the boy and there is regret from him.  He has never been expected to be responsible for his decisions before.  Tonight he feels the result of that lack of direction.  But a part of me still does not forgive him."

Bruce nodded.  "What of Magnus?" he asked.  "Does he have a choice in this?"

"What do you mean?" asked Buchanan.

"All those years where Magnus was afraid of me, you couldn't bring him within a half mile of my hut," he said.  "Yet, once I began to control myself and act more human with you he changed.  He was no longer afraid.  If the boy is truly regretful and Magnus senses it perhaps it is his forgiveness which should be sought.  Your horse was the injured party.  Let him decide whether to accept the boy or not."

"You have a strange way of making something unusual seem reasonable," said Buchanan, "but I like your line of thought.  I will decide by morning.  Now, you worked late at the super computer.  Was your presence helpful?"

"Yes," Bruce's face brightened.  "We found some lines of programming had been corrupted.  There is much to check but with all of us working on it and my fresh eyes we found enough to warrant a full examination of the code.  It will take a few days but I think we will be successful.  Now, if you don't mind I am going to enjoy a bath in my oversized bathtub and sleep on my oversized bed.  I ate at the lab."

The two friends bade each other a good night and Buchanan undressed himself, pulling his nightshirt on.  Just as he was about to get into bed there was a brief knock on his door.  He pulled a robe on to cover himself and went to it, opening it to a beautiful young woman in a nightgown and robe. 

"The King asked me to check on you and see if you needed company," she said, expectantly.  "Do you?"

"Give the King my thanks for the offer but no, I do not need the company," he said politely.  "Good night."

She smiled, seemingly disappointed, but politely left his door and he closed it, then locked it for good measure.   He didn't expect to fall asleep quickly but surprisingly he did and when he awakened in the morning he knew what he would do about the boy.  His first stop after dressing was the stables where the veterinarian was pleased to tell him that the swelling had lessened on Magnus' leg.  She cautioned against declaring him well too soon but felt that it was more likely he had suffered a strain.  As he was there the King joined them and bade Buchanan accompany him to his personal stables.  Inside he had many fine horses and stopped at a beautiful roan mare. 

"She is the best mare I have," he said.  "Tested in battle, gentle with all who ride her including children.  I planned to breed her this year but I wish for you to have her as an apology for my son's transgression.  Is she acceptable to you?"

Buchanan felt her legs and her withers then turned to the King.  "Aye, she is a good horse," he said.  "To soften the blow of losing her I would offer you the first colt born of her from Magnus.  May I saddle her and ride with you before breakfast?"

"You are generous, sir," said the King.  "Let us ride."

He summoned two grooms to saddle her and his favourite horse.  The two men mounted and rode out of the courtyard, then into the vast countryside, followed at a discreet distance by two of the King's Guard.  They had ridden a short time before stopping and taking in the vista of the flat prairie, with rolling foothills further west.  The King took a canteen from his saddle bag and offered it to Buchanan to drink from first.  After taking his drink and returning the canteen to the King, Buchanan looked directly at him.

"I hope you were not offended that I sent the young lady back," said Buchanan.  "I do not keep a mistress and I stay faithful to my wife."

"No, I was unsure but wanted to be courteous," he replied.  "I envy you.  My own marriage was arranged and while I like the Queen well enough we are not really well suited to each other.  There was no offence and you will not be bothered again."

"I have considered what Princess Maria suggested," said Buchanan, changing the subject.  "Your Queen also visited me and begged me to save her son.  She told me what would happen if you truly disowned him and I would beg you to reconsider your hasty decision yesterday.  I spoke with the Prince last night and I believe he may have finally realized the serious consequences of his behaviour.  I am willing to take him back to the Kingdom of Broken Lands to be my foster son for one year.  He will not be known by his title, rather by his nickname and his mother's family name.  Only myself and Dr. Banner will know the truth.  I will have him training to be in my garrison but he will accompany me on the rounds of my estate.  He will receive no other special treatment or favours.  If at the end of the year I feel he has reached an acceptable level of maturity I will send a long distance messenger falcon to you, if you would but give me a token with your scent on it so the falcon comes only to you.  Whether to accept his return at that time will be your decision."

"If he has not matured, what then?" asked the King, his eyes squinting in the hot sun.

Buchanan took a deep breath.  "Then his banishment will be permanent and your kingdom will be left to your cousin," he replied.  "Your son will have to make his own way in the world without my support or the support of any other lord in our kingdom.  There is one more thing, a caveat to all that I have proposed.  Magnus is a sensitive creature.  He must forgive your son for what he did to him.  If he does not then my offer is withdrawn.  I cannot have the boy on my estate if Magnus is afraid or disturbed by him."

"Very well," said King David, without hesitation.  "I accept your offer.  You are most worthy of your title, James Buchanan Barnes, Lord of the Rocky Woodlands.  Word of your wisdom and fairness has reached us before your visit, from the coffee pedlars who have taken the overland route from the lawless country to the Kingdom of the Broken Lands.  King Steven chose well when he made you his Right Hand.  Someday, I hope to visit you in your castle."

"You would be most welcome, Your Majesty," said Buchanan, extending his hand in friendship.

The King accepted it and they shook on the agreement.  That evening, after dinner had been completed, Buchanan visited the prisoner block, requesting a walk with the prince.  He took him to the stable where Magnus was and stood outside the stall with the boy. 

"I want you to go into Magnus' stall and apologize to him for what you did," Buchanan asked.  "He is a sensitive horse and understands much.  Do not lie to him or make a show of bravado.  Be honest and humble.  How he reacts to you will determine what happens to you, Quin.  I will be watching to intervene if he becomes hostile so that you do not get hurt."

The boy nodded and let himself into the stall with the great horse.  Magnus was uneasy at first and the boy looked back at Buchanan who just nodded, letting the boy decide what to do next.

"Magnus," said Quin softly, extending his hand.  "Great horse.  I am truly sorry for what I did to you.  I wished only to feel the wind in my hair and your mane in my face as you galloped in your glory.  I was stupid to think that I had the right to ride you for I realize that you decide who to carry and I am not worthy of you."

The horse murmured and slowly stepped closer to Quin, allowing him to stroke his ebony neck.  His muzzle sought out the boy's hand and Buchanan handed him half an apple to give to the beast.  Magnus took it from the boy then pushed his head into the boy's chest. 

"Do you forgive me?" asked the boy, tears beginning to form in his eyes at this remarkable encounter.

Magnus murmured again and nuzzled the boy's hand, looking for the other half of the apple he knew was still coming.  With a smile, Buchanan handed it to the boy, observing as he fed it to the horse then buried his face in Magnus' neck.  Buchanan could hear the sobs of the boy as the horse accepted him.  Quin wiped his eyes with his sleeve and faced Buchanan with a glad smile.  Magnus bumped him hard from behind, making him lose his balance briefly but he took it as the joke that it was meant to be and laughed.

"He has forgiven you," said Buchanan.  "You haven't lost your title but for the next year you will not be known by it at all.  You will go by the name Quin Torres, and you will become a trainee in my garrison, subject to all the duties and responsibilities of any other young man accepted into the life of a soldier.  Part of your duties will be to accompany me on my rounds and to other estates as needed, with the explanation that you require additional instruction in case you return to take control of your family business.  This year is meant to show you how to be a responsible man first, then a ruler so that when your father leaves the kingdom to you it will be in good hands, not the hands of an irresponsible and capricious boy.  Magnus' acceptance of you was the final hurdle, unless you choose to put a hurdle of your own up and refuse my offer."

"You would do that for me, My Lord?" asked Quin, his face hopeful.  "After what I did you would give me a chance at redemption?"

"Yes, but make no mistake," said Buchanan.  "My standards are high, as are my expectations.  If I don't feel you've accomplished the maturity to be a ruler by the time the year is over I will tell your father that his son is dead and you will be on your own to fend for yourself."

"You've done this before?" asked Quin.

"My foster brother is King Steven of the Kingdom of Broken Lands," said Buchanan.  "His faults as a child were his prankish nature and inability to focus.  My late father was but a farmer and ordinary soldier.  He fostered the King in secret, and never laid a hand on him or spoke a cross word to him but somehow demonstrated how to be kingly in temperament and action.  I am not my father but I will pray for his guidance in showing you the same.  Do you accept, Quin Torres?"

"I accept, Lord Buchanan, and thank you for this opportunity to make my father proud of me," he replied. 

He stepped out of the horse stall and Buchanan felt the boy carried himself with some dignity that hadn't been there before.  He didn't return him to the prisoner block.  Instead they went to the King where Buchanan explained the boy had accepted the challenge.  His father hugged him, then told him to pack his plainest work clothes and to bring no trappings of his royal background.  He was to live completely as a commoner for the year.

A week later, Magnus' leg was much better and he was declared fit for travel but not yet for riding.  Bruce and the team of computer scientists had completed their examination of the coding for the computer, fixing that which had been corrupted.  Two days before he left with Buchanan they turned the great machine on and it functioned for the first time in several hundred years.  A report of the orbits of the asteroids they had been tracking at that time was printed out for him.  His surprise at finding a working printer was extended to the presentation of another printer with refillable ink wells and printing paper for his own use.  The command was then given to the super computer to update the orbits with the data he brought with him.  It would take some time but with the addition of the second ham radio, at Princess Maria’s suggestion, to their building he would be able to communicate directly with them and station KWP2 went on the air with a promise to connect upon his return to Buchanan's estate where the first ham radio had been relocated.

Quin Torres was given a horse fit for a commoner seeking to join a lord's garrison.  He would be responsible for feeding it and cleaning its makeshift stall on the sailing ship that would return first to the island Kingdom of Blue Waters, their first stop.  After provisioning he would sail with Lord Buchanan, the green skinned scientist Dr. Banner, a shipment of coffee, three casks of pre-calamity bourbon, and a full hold of replicated Tennessee style whiskey.  Upon arrival at the Kingdom of Broken Lands he would accompany Lord Buchanan back to his estate, with a stop at the palace of King Steven to deliver the gift of bourbon.  The ship would then return to what was once Atlanta with a full hold of precious metals, fabrics, and radios built by the northerners.

For a boy of 17 who had never gone further than the dusty plains, rolling foothills, and stark low mountains that ringed the perimeter of his father's lands the trip on a sailing ship was exciting until he experienced his first bout of sea sickness.  The sailors, being sailors, made fun of him and although he was tempted to use his rank against them in scorn he was aware of Buchanan's eyes upon him.  He swallowed his pride, took the laughter at his expense and eventually an old salt gave him some good advice on how to get used to the rolling of the ship so that it didn't upset his stomach.  By the time they reached Buchanan's homeland Quin realized that he had truly enjoyed the journey, as long as it had taken.  As they approached the King's palace after the journey from the port, Buchanan informed Quin that he would be staying in the garrison with the other trainees.

"There is a King's Guard and there is a Queen's Guard," he explained to the boy.  "The latter are all women, and they are formidable warriors.  Make no mistake in assuming you have dominance over them.  In this kingdom, women are equal citizens, all women, even servants.  Treat them with deference.  Have you lain with a woman yet?"

Quin looked quickly at Buchanan, wondering if this was a trick.  "No, my Lord, although I have thought of it," he answered truthfully. 

"Whether you use a woman in a brothel, or manage to convince a young woman to lay with you is of no consequence to me," he said, his blue eyes burning into the boy's head.  "Both are to be treated with respect.  You will wear a sheath to prevent the conception of a child, as well as the possibility of sharing a disease.  No doubt once you are installed in my garrison the commander will have this talk with you again.  Accept it for what it is, a concern with your health and well being, as well as for any young lady who falls under your spell.   Under no circumstances are you to ever force a woman to lay with you.  If word reaches me that you have done so I will kill you myself."

The boy gulped but nodded his understanding.  They entered the courtyard and the head groom asked about Magnus, why he wasn't being ridden.

"He suffered a tendon strain at our destination," said Buchanan.  "If your veterinarian can examine him I would appreciate it.  He spent ten days cooped up on that ship and although we arrived here at an easy pace from the port I worry that the long rest weakened his muscles.  I have two casks to drop here as well, one for the King and one to be sent to King Thorn.  A gift from Princess Maria of the Kingdom of Blue Waters.  The third cask can be left on the cart as it is for myself."

The head groom delegated the dispersal of the casks.  The other whiskey and coffee would be kept at the port to be evenly distributed throughout the kingdom.  Buchanan took Quin to the garrison and told the commander the young man needed accommodation and feeding for the night.  They left him in the care of the commander then he and Bruce entered the palace, where they were greeted as long lost friends, which they almost were, having been away for almost five weeks.

"Buck, Bruce," said King Steven in greeting, as they approached him in the throne room.  "Tell me, was it worth the trip?  Both of you have been sorely missed."

"Yes and no," said Buchanan.  "There is a gift of a cask of bourbon for you, from pre-calamity times.  A very smooth drink.  Princess Maria also sent a large supply of a replicated Tennessee whiskey which can be distributed to taverns across the kingdom.  She hopes the reception is well enough for a separate trade agreement to be negotiated for that.  Both were a thank you for allowing Magnus to have his way with a dozen of her mares.  She is a shrewd negotiator and an alliance with her is a smart decision."

"The supercomputer is up and running in the Kingdom of the Western Plains," said Bruce.  "They gave me a printout of the pre-calamity orbits.  We inputted the data that I took and hope to have new orbits soon.  They have also set up the second ham radio we found and I will keep in contact with their scientists on a regular basis."

"So that is the good news," said the King steadily.  "What else happened?"

"A young man stole Magnus," said Buchanan.  "Magnus' leg was injured in the process.  It was the action of a thoughtless and immature boy but his mother begged me to intervene for his life.  I have agreed to foster the boy for a year and put him on a righteous path.  He stays in your garrison tonight and will join my garrison on the morrow when we return home."

"Are you sure that is the right thing to do?" asked King Steven.  "Stealing and injuring a horse, especially one of Magnus' superior bloodline is a serious crime."

"I considered all the options," said Buchanan, "and had a long talk with him.  I believe there is hope but have made it clear to the boy he cannot expect any special treatment.  He either accepts the straight path or he is banished forever.  He hopes to be reunited with his family after the year."

"Magnus will recover?" asked the King.  "I must admit I had hopes of him mounting some of our mares."

"I believe he will," said Buchanan.  "I purchased a very nice roan mare to add to those I already have.  I promised King David the first colt of their pairing as thanks for allowing me to take the boy from his custody."

"Very well," said the King.  "You will join us for dinner?  I wish to hear more about both kingdoms and their rulers."

Lord Buchanan and Bruce Banner bowed then were escorted to their rooms.  Outside Banner's room he looked at Buchanan.

"Are you sure you don't want to enlighten the King as to the true identity of the boy?" he asked. 

"Not unless it becomes necessary," said Buchanan.  "For Quin to learn how to be a good man he must be treated as all men are before they acquire their station in life.  I have hopes for him but the burden will be on him to curb his pride and thoughtlessness.  Magnus forgave him, by the way."

With a smile, Buchanan turned from his friend and entered his room in the palace.  He was greeted by Gerard who took his saddle bags and promised to have his clothes cleaned by his departure in the morning.  A hot bath already waited him and he entered it gratefully.  It was good to be back in a familiar place.  Tomorrow he would see Ileana and Livia.  Then he would be truly home.

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The Look - Chapter Three

AN: Here we are for week three of @Buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer and we’re having a little trip back in time to find out how it all started between Joaquin and Bucky. Catch up on Ch1 and Ch2 if you haven't read them yet.

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Summary: Nine months ago, Bucky can’t help but notice the way the new Falcon looks at him. He wants to do more than just look back…

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres

Word Count: 2.6k

CW: Mean Dom Bucky Barnes, Sweet Sub Joaquín Torres, First time, undernegotiated kink, D/S dynamic, verbal degradation, manhandling, face fucking, oral sex, anal sex, Enthusiastic consent.

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HBS - Week 3 - "Really? Here?"

BaBB June prompt - Face Fucking

9 months ago

Bucky could feel eyes on him, and his lips twitched. The baby Falcon - Joaquin - wasn’t as stealthy as he thought he was, well off the field at least. Bucky could easily admit that the young lieutenant had some good moves, both on the ground and in the air, but hiding his lingering looks was not one of them.. Although, if somehow Quín did manage to stop his face from showing how much he wanted Bucky, he wouldn’t be able to hide the way his heart rate and breathing picked up whenever Bucky looked his way. 

It wasn’t as though Bucky was upset by the attention. Quite the opposite. Not only did it feel good to be desired, Quín was also very pretty, with his big doe eyes, smooth skin and dark hair that looked as though it was made to be tugged on. Yes, Bucky had indulged in some day dreams about the things he’d love to do to the young man - things he hoped the young man would love having done to him, but sue him - he was only human, and he had needs.

Bucky had also been trying to make his reciprocal interest known too, with extra praise for a job well done, and clapping Joaquín on the shoulder. He wasn’t sure if the younger man had actually identified it as flirting, but he had blushed prettily enough each time to let Bucky know he had a praise kink. Bucky had filed that away for future use. 

He’d also tried being less subtle, squeezing past Quín in tight spaces as well as posing in doorways, hanging off the top of the frame and giving the lieutenant lingering looks of his own. However, it had become obvious that Quín wasn’t going to make the first move, which meant it was now down to him. He didn’t know why, but he’d decided there was no time like the present, which is why he was sitting in a post mission briefing, planning to seduce the young man sitting opposite him.

They’d gotten back from the mission yesterday, sore and tired, so Director Fury had delayed the debrief until this morning, although it was now almost midday. It wasn’t much of a reprieve, as they were being made to go over everything that had happened, every enemy agent engaged and damn near every bullet spent. Bucky stretched his legs out under the table, keeping his smile inside himself when Quín jolted at the unexpected contact, and glanced over the table from under his lashes. Bucky didn’t play ‘footsie’ with him though - he wasn’t that gauche - but he did let his leg just press up against the other man’s as much as possible, and then tried to keep his attention on Sam, who was busily explaining some of the issues they’d faced as Fury looked on, that ever enigmatic look on his face.

Eventually the meeting came to a close, and Bucky hung back, letting Fury and Sam get up first. He then took a few long-legged strides around to Quín’s side of the table, and placed his hand on his team-mate’s shoulder, keeping him pressed into his chair. “If I could just have a word, Lieutenant?” Quín looked up at him, his expression showing that he was a little puzzled and possibly a lot scared. Bucky tried not to grin as he moved over to the door the others had just left through and locked it. He then turned to the security console and tapped in the code to turn the room into secrecy mode. No audio or visual recording. No-one able to get in without permission. Total privacy.

He stalked back over to Joaquín, noting the way the younger man was fidgeting in his seat, and placed his hands on the back of the conference chair, looming over him as though he was prey. Quín slid down in his seat and tipped his head back, to keep Bucky’s face in view, and Bucky could see the beads of sweat breaking out on his brow and upper lip, and hear the wild beating of the younger man’s heart.

“You got something you wanna say to me, Quín?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Because I’ve seen you looking - watching me. I’ve seen the way you blush when I tell you that you’ve been a ‘good boy’. I hear you stutter when you talk to me, and the way your heart pitter-patters in your chest. I’ve also seen you have difficulty walking sometimes - when you’ve been watching me fight. I’m beginning to suspect you’ve got a little crush.”

He knew he was being mean, teasing the Lieutenant like this, but the way Quín’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to come up with something to say, was beautiful. ”Aww, pretty boy gone all stupid now he’s been caught?” He hoped that he hadn’t read this wrong and that Joaquín really did have a bit of a degradation kink. All doubts disappeared in the next moment as he saw the way those brown eyes dilated, and how Quín’s cheeks started to change colour. However, it was Quín’s mumbled reply that had a feral grin spread over Bucky’s face.

”I… err… Sargeant, I have the utmost respect I assure you.”

“Is that right?” Bucky replied with a drawl “What if I said that, with the right word from you, I wouldn’t show you any respect at all? Just used you for my own debased pleasure?”

There was a heartbeat of silence, and Bucky wondered if the young man would take what was on offer, or turn him down and run. However, Quín’s gaze flicked down to Bucky’s crotch before he looked back up at his face from under those long, dark lashes, a sly smile on his face. “Would that word be ‘Green’, Sargeant? As in Green for go, Amber for slow down and Red for stop?”

”Smart boy,” Bucky couldn’t keep the amusement from his voice. “But I can guarantee you’re gonna be fucked dumb by the time I’ve finished with you.” The tent in Joaquín’s pants was obvious, and Bucky could even smell his arousal, but when Bucky’s hand went back to his shoulder and tried to steer him from his seat to kneel on the floor, Quín suddenly looked confused again.

”Really?” he said, brows drawn together. “Here?”

”Here,” Bucky confirmed, finding the look of consternation on Quín’s face endearing. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about anything other than getting my dick all wet and messy.” To drive home his point, Bucky pulled down his zipper and withdrew his own erect cock from his briefs, giving it a few firm strokes. Quín’s eyes went wide, but then immediately glazed over, as he leant forward and gave a tentative lick to the head of Bucky’s cock.

With Herculean effort, Bucky held himself still until Quín wrapped his hand around him, and then moved his right hand to cup the back of his new lover’s head, applying a bit of pressure to encourage him to open up.

”You can do better than that,” he encouraged gently. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it. Stroking yourself to it. Suck my cock like you mean it, baby.” He didn’t have to say anything more because with a low moan, Quín leant forward and all but impaled his own throat on Bucky’s length. Bucky let out a hiss as he felt his tip bump against Quín’s soft palate. “Shit, sweetheart! That’s the ticket. Knew you’d be perfect at sucking cock. Born for it.” 

He started to move Quín’s head back and forth, fucking his face, and Quín just let him, his long fingers curled into the fabric of Bucky’s slacks. When Joaquín started to gurgle and splutter, Bucky drew back for a few seconds to allow him to draw in ragged breaths, before plunging back down his throat. ”Fuck. I could just keep going like this. Fuck your face until I bust down your throat. And you’d take it all, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? I bet you’d love my cum.” Quín peered up at him with wet eyes and tried to nod around his mouthful and just that visual sent a shiver of pleasure through Bucky. ”Such a good fuck toy. However, right now I wanna break you in. Get you squirming as I split you open and fill you to the brim.” Quín closed his eyes and whined, shifting on his knees, and Bucky knew this definitely wasn’t going to be a one time thing.

Needing a reprieve before he got carried away and ruined his own plan, Bucky pulled Quín from his cock, watching the way the strings of mixed saliva and pre-cum attached them together, before snapping and trailing down Quín’s chin. Then Bucky pinched either side of Quín’s jaw with his left hand and he opened his mouth as wide as possible. With a dark smile,  Bucky bent down and spat into his mouth, it seemed as though Quín’s eyes had rolled all the way into the back of his head. ”You’re mine to play with now, baby. Now get up and turn around.”

He helped Quín to stand and watched, amused, as the young man wobbled on his legs like a new-born foal, before bending him roughly over the conference table. A quick yank and Quín’s pants and briefs were around his ankles. Letting out a whistle, Bucky allowed his hands to roam over Quín’s naked ass, before giving the right cheek a light slap.

”This fucking peach. I swear you’ve been trying to distract me with this thing.” Bucky grabbed a globe in each hand, lifting and squeezing them, and the whimper that came from Quín made his cock dance in front of him. Holding the cheeks apart again, he spat again, a big glob of saliva running down Quín’s crack and over his sweet little hole. With his right index finger, Bucky smeared it around, watching the muscle twitch. “Can’t wait to eat this peach until you’re crying, sweetheart, but for now, I’ll just have to settle for splitting you apart.”

He pressed against Quín’s rim a little harder until his finger popped in up to the first knuckle. Quín tensed below him and tried to speak. “I’m…I think…D-don’t take this the wrong way….”

“Shhhhh,” Bucky cooed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got lube. There’s no way in hell you could take me dry, not unless you really like it to hurt and don’t want to be able to walk straight for a few days.”

”Oh, thank god.” Joaquín’s response was laden with relief.

Bucky curled over Quín’s back and chuckled darkly into his ear. “There’s no god here, only me, baby.”

He let go of Quín briefly to pull a sachet of lube from his pocket. He ripped it open with his teeth and squirted half the content over Quín’s hole, before getting right back to it. He started to massage the ring of muscle with his fingers, his left hand dropping down to stroke at Quín’s balls and the base of his cock. Quín’s breathing picked up and he started to roll his hips, submitting to the pleasure Bucky was giving him. In no time, Bucky had worked his first finger back in, trying to stuff as much lube into Quín’s channel with each in and out stroke. One finger quickly turned to two and he twisted and scissored his two digits to stretch Quín out and also to search for his sweet spot.

He knew he’d found it when the young man let out a shout and went up on his toes, before bearing back down. ”There it is,” he cooed. “One touch and you go all dumb, dontcha? Just focussed on how good it feels.” He peered around Quín’s body to see that he was pulling his lower lip between his teeth. Adding some more lube, Bucky pulled his two fingers almost all the way out, so he could tuck his third against them and add that too.

Quín threw his head back with a long, deep moan and his cock pumped out a spurt of pre-cum, that landed on the carpet between his feet. ”Bucky! Please!” he cried out, his hands scrabbling on the conference table surface.

”You think you’re ready for this? You had it in your mouth, tried to get your hands around it. You think you’re gonna fit me inside you?”

”Yes! Yes! Fuck! Please!” Quín nodded his head, his cheek pressed to the table top and his eyes screwed shut. Bucky just smiled to himself.

“Let’s find out then.”

Bucky pulled his fingers from the clutch of Joaquín’s body, briefly wiping them on his pants, and squeezed the last of the lube onto his cock. Then, with his left hand on the back of Quín’s neck, holding him still, he notched his tip at Quín’s fluttering hole and started to push inside.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the warmth and the squeeze of Quín around his cock, threatening to unravel him. However, his attention was quickly back on his lover as he continued to press even deeper and Quín started to moan and writhe under him. He halted his movements, concerned. “Are you okay, baby? What’s your colour?”

He needn’t have worried though. ”Green,” Quín shouted out. “So green. I wanna feel it. I want you to wreck me. Fuuuuuuuck.”

With that enthusiastic consent given, Bucky’s grin slid back into place and he jerked his hips in short movements as he carved a space inside Quín until he was fully seated. He let out a moan of his own as he felt Quín’s hole flutter around him, gently pulsing, clutching him, until the younger man’s legs started to shake and he cried out “Move, please. I need you to move!”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He drew back slowly feeling the rippling shudders of the man beneath him, and then slid forward again, smoothly, but firmly. Another rush of power - of pleasure - sparked through him as Joaquín howled once more, and Bucky shifted his left hand to grip the short hairs on the top of Quín’s head and tug it back.

”You like that? You like it hard?”

”’So good. Madre de Dios. Again, please. Just fuck me.”

“As you’ve asked so nicely…”

Bucky pushed Quín’s face back down onto the table top and started to move at a brisk pace, and all the while, he couldn’t work out what his favourite thing was. Was it the way his cock just slid right inside Quín, as though the young man was just made to be his personal cock sleeve? Was it the way Quín’s ass cheeks bounced under each sharp thrust from his hips? Or was it the debauched noises and ramblings of Spanish that spilled from Quín’s lips like a prayer? As he pondered all these things, Bucky reached around and took Quín’s cock in his right hand, thumbing the tip of it, before jerking it in time to his thrusts.

“Come on now, baby. Come for me and I’ll fill you up. Leave you dripping into your pants all the way back to your quarters. You’re gonna feel me for days, you hear? Just come for me. Come for me now!”

At his command, Quín’s back arched, pressing back against the hand on his neck, and with a shout, he spilled into Bucky’s hand as his body rocked with spasms. Bucky couldn’t hold back any longer. With his own roar, he came, his movements becoming uncoordinated as he tried to milk every ounce of pleasure from Quín’s body while filling him with spurt after spurt of his own cum.

As he collapsed over his lover’s back, both of them sticky with sweat, t-shirts clinging to their skin, he knew that he could easily become addicted to this.

Chapter 4

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The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}

Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.

The OC Fics (in order of appearance)

A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief

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“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.

“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”

“I- knocking cuts Steve off.

“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”

“YOU INVITED J?!”

The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.

“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.

“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”

“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ve done a mission  or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.

“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.

“It actually might,” Sam smirks.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.

“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.

“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.

“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.

“Thor?”

“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.

“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.

“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.

“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”

“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.

“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group. 

“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.

“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.

“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.

“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.

“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”

“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.

“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”

“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”

“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.

“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.” 

“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”

“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”

“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.

“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”

“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.

“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds. 

“Can we stop ganging up on me?”

“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.

“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”

“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.

“I hate you.”

“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”

“And sometimes I hate him…”

“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”

“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.

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“ride” (*explicit, 1k words [AO3 Link]): “Don’t stop,” Bucky demands, his eyes half-lidded, pulling Sam closer and riled up just the way Sam wanted. “Now ride.”

“never asked anyone to save me, but if it’s you, i’ll take it” (*explicit, 5k words [AO3 Link]): Bucky is an Alpha on the brink of going feral, denying himself his body’s needs. Steve is someone who only just got his best friend back and can’t bear to lose him to this, but can’t help him being an Alpha himself. Sam is an Omega that could save him, but can he?

“Mercy, Mercy” (*explicit, 25k words [AO3 LINK]): Three-part series of their developing relationship with lots of angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and smut.

“Mission Report” (Teen/Mature, 40k words, spy AU):  A story of adventure, badassery, and building trust.

“two sides of the same coin” (*explicit, 12k words [AO3 LINK]): Zemo’s proposal to Selby takes a turn for the unexpected, and Sam has to watch Bucky “stay in character” and by that, he means he has to watch Bucky basically fuck or die.

“the 107th (Fresh Plum Cake)” (teen, 5k words [AO3 Link]):  He is simply James Buchanan Barnes, the man that Sam’s slowly fallen in love with, and maybe in that process, became blinded to the fact that Bucky had fallen in love with him too.

“bargaining chip” (mature, 3/3 chapters [AO3 Link]):  Someone wants the Winter Soldier back, in ways that neither of them could expect.

“butterfly, butterfly” SERIES (*explicit, 12.5k words [AO3 Link]):  Bucky Barnes x Joaquin Torres x Sam Wilson; Joaquin can do it - he can prove himself on this mission! Except, his horniness distracts him and now Bucky and Sam have to save him. Except, he didn’t need saving. He needed to be dicked down.

“White Wolf Series” (teen to *explicit, 25k words [AO3 LINK]): Four-part series of Bucky, who can actually turn into a wolf. Mostly fluff, some slight angst/comfort and a sprinkle of smut.

“I’ve been looking / meet you under the mistletoe” (Teen, 7k words [AO3 LINK]): Part 1: Roommate AU - It’s an ongoing thing in their group that Bucky and Sam are polar opposite ends and everyone got sandwiched between them. But maybe, their friends have got it wrong. Part 2: Their first Christmas together!

“yeah I’m free, free fallin’ now” (teen, 2k words, requested [AO3 LINK]): Bucky jumps (falls) off a building and Sam goes to catch him (and yell at him). Bucky reminds Sam he jumped from a plane - cue Sam realizing he might’ve showed his Bucky his hand, but Bucky takes it surprisingly (not to us, just to Sam) well.

“running through the shadows” (mature, 3k words [AO3 LINK]): inspired by Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain”

“from the Titanic to the Ever Given” (teen, 1.5k words, crack only [AO3 LINK]): their friends are so done with their shit.

“5 times Sam learns of Bucky’s coping outlets + 1 time he joins” (*explicit, 5k words, threesome [AO3 LINK]): Bucky tries various things to help with his recovery, Sam discovers each one.

“this Christmas, I’ll give you my heart” (teen, 6.5 words, Christmas fluff [AO3 Link]):  Bucky and Sam draw each other’s names for Secret Santa.

“just temporary bliss” (teen, 700 words [AO3 Link]): Being forced to share a bed on a mission opens Pandora’s Box for Bucky.

“can’t do this without you” (Teen, 550 words [AO3 Link]): “I’m so sorry,” Sam chokes out.  “Yeah, me too,” Bucky murmurs softly.

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Joaquín is so done

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7r4nc9x by Heartswarm Joaquín is so done with his teammates. He comes up with a solution to stop the bickerfest once and for all. Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of SamBucky’s Bickerfest Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Joaquín Torres Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Humor, Some Humor, Angst and Humor, Bickering, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson Bickering, Wordcount: 100, Joaquín Torres is So Done, Sexual Tension, Eventual Romance, Meta, Sambucky is meta, sambucky - Freeform, Joaquin ships SamBucky, Comedy, This Is STUPID, and corny, Self-aware characters, Attempt at Humor, Not Canon Compliant, Based on a Tumblr Post, Joaquín Torres playing Cupid and he’s adorable read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7r4nc9x

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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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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier + Incorrect Quotes part 24/? | inspired by

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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.

[buckets-and-trees]

Your Joaquin Torres was so freakin good and I literally was like omfg I need more 😭

Ah! What a huge compliment!

I'm certainly not done with Joaquin and his omega... I can't promise when there will be more because I signed up for Alternate June-iverse, Bucky Barnes Bingo round five, and will be participating in Hot Bucky Summer BUT I adore their story and have so much planned for them! To be honest, aside from the three events I've saddled myself with, Joaquin and his omega and their story have become as precious to me as King!Steve and his Queen!Reader from Cedar Trees, and so I am putting NO TIMELINE on the stories - I don't want them to have any pressure of deadlines, no rush, only muse/inspiration timing.

But knowing it's more than just me and @tom-whore-dleston who appreciate the Joaquin fics makes my muse perk up... I can't deny that haha!

[samwilsonsimp]

[ gently holds joaquin torres even though he's a certified buff Himbo and half a foot taller than me ] I just think he's neat

[svmbucky]

tfatws pride icons part two!! once again, happy pride!!

part one :)