#scott lang x hispanic!reader

[whatcouldgowrong-ohthat]

When Grey Turns to Color

Sooo when I was asking around for my Scott Lang requesting Nonnie, the wonderful @andreasworldisboring101 asked me if I could make an attempt at a Scott Lang x Reader soulmate AU. I’m SO SORRY that it took me so long, but I hope you still like it.

Summary: People were impatient for soulmates. It often left them living in worlds of grey and sadly...Scott and Y/N were no different. But what happens when their paths cross?

Pairing: Scott Lang x Hispanic!Reader

Word Count: 2722 words

Warnings: Uh...Smut? (18+) (fingering, teasing, that sort of thing) Haha that’s gonna be the thing here, not gonna lie. But I am putting a cutoff so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want, but you can if you do. *shrugs*  (Please be nice peeps)

Masterlist - OC Masterlist  - Marvel Kiddos

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The stories of soulmates were just that now. Stories. Blind hope that maybe someday those living in a world of black and white might finally see color. All it took was one thing.

A kiss.

Something so sweet and gentle.

However, humans are far from that. They are not sweet. Nor are they gentle. They’re impatient. Eager for an ending yet they refuse to put in the work for it. It leads to unhappy marriages. Bitter divorces. A coldness in the world that is as bitter as the grey everyone is forced to constantly see.

They often don’t realize that if they simply took the time...clung to the patience…then they would see something truly beautiful.

“Luis, I never expected you to be so good with words,” Y/N teased, looking at her cousin and ruffling his hair. “You’ve been such a softie since you and Dave realized you were soulmates.”

“Shut up,” he whined, rising to his feet. “I know you’re going to get there someday and then I’ll get to be the one teasing you.” Speaking of, he looked towards Y/N. “Don’t you have a date to get ready for?”

Y/N’s nose wrinkled. It wasn’t that she minded the guy. In fact, her friend had only good things to say about him. He was divorced a while ago – their marriage falling apart when his wife found her soulmate. They shared a child together and he was a coworker of hers. An engineer from MIT.

He was sweet…funny…a good dad…

Her friend had nothing bad to say about him. It made her nervous.

“Hey.” Y/N blinked, looking at Luis as he gave her one of those smiles that was so utterly Luis. “If he’s not the one then it’s his loss.”

Still…There were so many good things said about this Scott Lang guy. Surely, he had high standards. And if they were as high as those she’d dated before…How could she…a rather plain girl…How could she ever match up?

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Oh, how wrong she had been.

Another laugh bubbled up, filling the air as her pusher collided with the puck. It careened across the table, a wild blur before it sank into the goal. A robotic beep filled the air and the pair looked up. Final score: 4 to 1. She won.

“I don’t know how,” he teased, bright eyes watching her suspiciously. “But I swear you cheated.”

Innocently, Y/N pressed a hand to her chest. “I would never.”

He tilted his head, unable to hide the smile that threatened to split his face in two. This wasn’t supposed to be so easy. Was it? The two of you had expected awkwardness. He had only picked the arcade because he had hoped to ease some of the weirdness. Neither of you had expected it to work so well.

“C’mon.” Scott breathed a laugh, unable to contain the hammering in his chest. “I’m going to beat you at something. I’m sure of it.”

“If you’re so sure, are you willing to make a bet,” Y/N asked as he led her to ski ball.

His brow furrowed, curiosity glinting in his eyes as the two inserted their tokens. “What do you have in mind?” He took the first shot and then she. Another laugh. Traded glances. Everything was so simple. Back and forth. It seemed they were trading the higher points with every passing turn. And the anticipation was building. He wanted to know what it was that she had in mind.

Catching her wrist, Scott watched as the lights flickered against her face. It was a beautiful glow, a far contrast to the sort of game they were playing. “If one of us loses?”

“Then,” Y/N bit her lip, amused when she caught Scott’s gaze shifting there before catching her eyes once more. “The winner gets a kiss.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Wouldn’t that mean both of us win?”

“Well, it’s a date.” Y/N giggled. “It’d be nice if we both enjoyed the wager.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “You’re on.”

Scott released her wrist. How lucky was he to have met her? Before, with Maggie, it was never so easy. Never so simple and fun. And this was just their first date. He wanted to kiss her. He hoped…God, he hoped that she was his soulmate.

They turned back to the game, each raising a ball. And then –

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“You cheated!”

Another laugh. His firm declaration was so clearly a joke that Y/N couldn’t be upset. There was no reason for it. The two stumbled out of the arcade, earning odd looks from passerbys and not possibly caring whether they stared.

“You’re just a sore loser,” Y/N teased, intertwining their hands, and giving a gentle squeeze.

Scott pulled her close, his back hitting the wall as his free hand moved to her back. He traced small circles into her back, noticing the small shiver that ran up her spine. There was a heavy weight in the air, excitement lingering between the pair of them. “Is that right?” His voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. He brought their intertwined hands up, gently kissing her knuckles before pulling his fingers free.

“Definitely.” She watched him as his fingers ran along her cheek and then her lip. Y/N shivered once again even though she was far from cold. “But that means you owe me something.”

Scott chuckled. His forehead pressed against hers as their noses brushed against one another. “I remember.”

Finally, his lips slanted over hers. Though their actions before had been boisterous, goofy even, this was far from it. A calm settled between them as he pulled her closer, but it didn’t last long. No, instead it was replaced by something far different.

Everything felt as if it were on fire.

Scott’s hand moved from her back, cradling her neck as her hands tangled in his hair. Y/N tugged, teeth nipping his lips and taking a desperate charge before Scott spun them around. He pressed her firmly against the wall, a stuttered moan lost against her lips.

The kiss only ended when their lungs burned, silently screaming for oxygen. They breathed heavily, eyes closed and foreheads pressed against each other. Scott shifted, pressing a small kiss against her nose and then forehead. They were far too terrified to open their eyes. If they did, they’d know the truth.

And God, how truly terrifying that was.

Y/N took a slow, shaky breath. She was the first to take the risk. She was the first to open her eyes.

“Oh my God.”

Those three words were enough to make Scott open his eyes. And the sight was utterly beautiful. Before, where they could only see in black, white, and grey, they now saw every color absolutely imaginable. It made Scott wonder – why had he willingly married Maggie when this was a world he could have lived in?

“You are…” He breathed, at a loss for words.

Her hands, albeit a little shaky from nerves, ran across his stubbled cheeks. “Your eyes are...” She bit her lip, fingers lightly tracing his cheekbones. Y/N had no idea what the name was. “They’re my favorite color.”

-- (You can literally stop reading here and be just fine. But after this line is smut) --

Y/N’s back collided with the door. She laughed against Scott’s mouth, but it fell quiet as his lips trailed. Scorching marks against her neck left her whining, wanting more. “Do you plan on opening the door,” she teased. Fingers tugged at his shirt, prying it loose as he attempted to fit the key in the door.

“Do you ever stop teasing?” The question was a soft murmur against her skin.

Her fingers teased his abdomen, nails raking against the skin as he inhaled sharply. A breathless “no” slipped past her lips.

Scott smiled and kissed her once more. “Good.” Finally, he found the right key. The familiar twist of metal against metal had him opening the door.

And the pair stumbled inside.

Y/N laughed as he kicked the door shut. Her hands moved to lift her shirt, wanting it off right then and there. However, Scott had different ideas. His hands caught her wrists, halting her movements. “Wait,” he whispered. He kissed her fingers and then her wrists. “We have a long time to be rushed.”

Y/N’s face flushed from her embarrassment and his words. She released her shirt, letting him pull it off. Even as he tossed the garment aside, his eyes never left her. He took in every bit of her. Every dip and curve that was now his to love and cherish.

Squeezing her hips, he pulled her to him as her hands slipped under his shirt. It was quick to join hers on the floor. Their quickened movements and absolute desperation had changed to something else. Something far gentler. Far sweeter.

Her lips brushed his skin, pressing light kisses against his chest before they were followed by playful nips. Scott groaned, catching her jaw between his fingers. He kissed her, that roughness lingering just below the surface. “You’re teasing me,” he warned.

“Maybe.” Y/N smiled as his fingers undid her jeans and pushed them down. She stepped out before he pulled her close once again. It seemed Scott had no interest in creating space. If anything, it was the last thing he wanted. His hands wandered, roaming and memorizing before he pinched her butt. Her startled gasp earned a roguish grin. Lifting her up, Scott wrapped her legs around his waist and led her to the bedroom.

Her fingers ran through those soft locks, her soft moans filling the air as he nipped and sucked at her skin. Wherever they were in his apartment, she had no idea. Nor did she care. But it was soon revealed as he laid her on the bed. His fingers worked deftly to remove her bra and panties, tossing them somewhere across the room.

Her chest heaved with bated breath, a dark hue settling in her cheeks and along her collarbone. He held himself above her, staring at her as if he could see straight through to her soul. Maybe that was where the term “soulmates” came from. “You are absolutely stunning.”

“Scott…” The word was a soft whine, a plea for him to do something. To touch her. He was taking too damn long.

“Sh…” He kissed her shoulder, then along her neck. His fingers were featherlight in their touch, trailing over her breasts. She arched into his touch, moaning as her nipples pebbled under his deliberate teasing. “I got you.” He kissed at the spot just below her ear, sucking what would no doubt be a dark spot.

“Please,” she whispered, her thighs pressing against each other, desperate for any sort of friction. “Touch me.”

“I thought I was.”

A frustrated groan and glare earned a laugh from Scott. “Now who’s the one teasing,” Y/N asked, huffing in irritation. She was about ready to flip them, take charge and show him just how good she could make him feel.

But Scott moved faster. Deft fingers slipped between her thighs. She moaned, back arching off the bed as his thumb circled her clit. “Fuck,” he breathed against her collarbone. “So wet already.”

Y/N whined as he collected her arousal, smearing it and teasing her nub even more. “Scott,” she moaned once more.

He smiled against her breast, kissing, licking, and nipping the skin there. Scott slipped one finger in her drenched hole, curling as his lips and teeth tormented her breasts. He wanted to please her. God, he wanted to worship her body and, in truth, he could do so till the end of his days.

Scott slipped a second and then third finger, stretching her. The small noises she made were overwhelming, absolutely beautiful to his ears. “That’s it,” he whispered, kissing along her abdomen. He felt her squeezing his fingers and whispered, “Cum for me, Y/N. Let me see you.”

Another low whine, a guttural moan leaving her as she came undone by his sweet torment. Scott breathed softly, capturing her lips in another kiss as Y/N came down from her high. “So beautiful,” he told her, licking his fingers and moaning at the taste of her.

Y/N blushed, panting softly as her fingers moved to his jeans. “You,” she told him, pouting. “Are still wearing too much clothing.”

Scott laughed, letting her flip them over. Y/N straddled his lap, kissing his stomach as she slipped her hand in his boxers. She gently squeezed his aching length, slow and languid strokes teasing him like he had her. Scott groaned, now understanding what it meant to be at the absolute mercy of a woman. “Y/N,” he growled, tongue wetting his lips. “I won’t last.”

Y/N bit her lip, appreciating the knowledge that she had such an effect on him. Perhaps another time she would tease him as mercilessly as he had done her. He helped her get him out of his jeans and boxers. That was all that was needed for his hard cock to spring free. “C’mere.” He tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her towards him and kissing her roughly.

His tongue delved in her mouth as she settled on his lap. Slowly, she rocked her hips, the tip of his cock brushing against her swollen clit. “Feel so good,” he groaned against her lips. Y/N’ nipped playfully, her fingers wrapping around his cock and guiding it to her entrance.

She moved her hips, filling herself with him. Her walls stretched around him, instinctively clenching. Scott groaned. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the flesh there. It felt too good. Too perfect.

She buried her face in his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. He groaned, hand splaying across her low back before he gently flipped them over. As much as Scott loved the idea of her riding him, this was about his worshipping her. Giving her the pleasure and showing her the adoration that she deserved.

He rolled his hips slowly, using all of his restraint to keep from fucking her into the mattress. Scott didn’t want her to think this was anything less than what it was. Two people coming together. Coming home to one another.

“Scott,” she begged, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck – Harder. Faster.” Another whine. Impatience on her part to have him. “Please.”

It seemed that plea was all that he needed. His hips snapped. He moved faster. Harder. She inhaled sharply, her nails dragging down his back as he did exactly as she wanted. Scott fucked her hard. He memorized how every slight movement earned a different reaction. How a slow drag of his hips earned a whine versus his brutal thrusts forcing moans to tumble past her kiss-swollen lips.

She was gorgeous.

“Fuck,” she cried, her walls squeezing him. She was close. So close. Tangling her hand in his hair, she kissed him. It was all tongues, teeth – desperation to make up for time where their souls had been apart. “’M close,” she whispered, utterly breathless.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let go,” he muttered against her lips. “I got you. Cum for me.”

He felt her walls clench around him. His words all that were needed to send her over the edge. And Scott was right behind her. He buried his cock deep within her, her quivering pussy milking him for all he was worth.

Panting softly, he kept his cock buried inside her. His forehead rest against her collarbone, a thin layer of sweat covering both their bodies. “That…” He breathed, forcing oxygen to enter his lungs. “Was…”

Y/N smiled lazily, fingers playing with his hair and nails lightly scratching his scalp. “Hot as hell?”

Scott’s shoulders shook with laughter as he groaned. Pushing himself up, he settled on her face. So relaxed. So utterly happy. “I was trying to think of sweeter words.”

“Hmm…” She kissed him gently, as sweetly as the words he had been searching for. “Maybe another time.”

Scott raised a brow, shifting his way down her body. Head settled between her quivering thighs, he asked, “Who said I was done with you yet?”

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It is said that when two souls collide, they see the world in a new light. Gone are the bleak greys of the world. They are instead replaced by something beautiful. Color.

And all it takes is something so sweet. So gentle.

A kiss.

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And there y’all have it. Hope y’all enjoyed???

[valentinowrites]

I’m back in show biz babey

What it do babeyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! I’m back for a bit. Next fic is gonna be called ‘Señor’ or a variant of that, and it’s gonna be a Hispanic! Male Reader, so for y’all Hispanic gay peeps out here, be on the lookout. Also, it’s gonna be a Scott Lang fic because he deserves it.

[pinkykitten]

being taken care of when you are sick

Marvel

Warning: terrible title and could not think of any other one srry

Requested: By anon can you do scott lang x sick!reader? thanks. :)

Authors Note: i LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE my scotty boi he is just perfection✨also i made this headcanons, and it is very fluffy and sweet that it might cause diabetes. also a little warning if ur a single pringle like me this will prob cause u sadness and prob make u cry cuz of reality

ps my requests r opened again but this time i am only allowing stranger things, spider-man far from home, and gabriel reyes requests atm so if u request something that is not part of these fandoms that i listed i will delete ur request, i will explain more of this in another post but for now this is like a lil announcement 

he knew the second you got it

he had this...feeling...

for real this boi knew before you

you were not right and you missed like a very important meeting with the avengers and shield so there must of been something up

you are a terrible mess

nose dripping like a waterfall? yeah. eyes red and puffy like you rub dandelions on them? correct again. throwing up like you ate the worst burrito on the planet? oh yeah, it was bad

you even had a temperature

YOU WANTED TO DIE

texting scott: “this is it for me babe. rip. im done for. i think im dying and im like not okay

scott knew something was wrong about you and the whole time he was a worry wart

scott lang: what do you mean ur dying??? how could this be?

why is he so dense sometimes smh

you have to calm him down

you’re groaning and moaning all day; watching cartoons and wishing the sickness would go away

of course you go to the doctor and you got a virus!!!

YAY

when you come back home you find this at your apartment 

you phone dings and you chuckle at seeing scott wanted to cuddle

sniffling as you hug the phone in pure bliss but then you ruin the moment with a horrendous snotty sneeze 

he calls you before you sleep to make sure you’re okay and not dead; also he loves to give his baby a good-night call and make sure you are calm and safe

but when you wake up in the morning and check your phone 

you are bombarded with 100 TEXTS MESSAGES FROM HIM

you’re kinda a little shocked and impressed that he can type that much and that fast 

you try to tell him that day that you are fine and you can take care of yourself but he is not having it

he took the day off to spend it with you and to take care of you

when you open the door to greet him he looks at you worryingly while you are hyperventilating on the inside because you look like a hobo 

“wow babe you look like oscar the grouch”

you put and hide your face, “thanks babe” you say sarcastically

he chuckles as he was joking and brings you in for a hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back and kissing your neck

“i don’t want you to get sick”

“its okay babe i never ever ever get sick, and if I do well then there’s a reason for me to stay home”

he makes sure that you stay laying on the couch and he does everything for you

i mean E V E R Y T H I N G 

he even tries to bring you to the toilet; like physically picking you up and walking there....uh...no...

“put me down scott lang or so help me god i will flush you down myself!”

he makes you breakfast in the morning and rubs your tummy and tickles you on your head as you two binge watch your favorite shows and movies

its all about you

but the medicine part;;;;;;;;;gosh yikessssssssssssss

you keep persisting and persisting that he has to chase you, but in the end he wins and ends up shoving the medicine down your throat

“i have a cure babe and its from luis. he showed me this trick.”

you’re curious as to what luis showed scott, it could be anything!

as you wait for him he pops out like a ninja and *gulps* attacks

“what the f-”

he shoves his fingers in your nose that are covered in a stinging goop

you choke as he keeps torturing you and it just burns like crazy!!!

you back away and point an accusatory finger at him, “you evil man,,,what did you just do to me? i feel violated!”

“i gave you the hispanic rub down, now you’ll definately start to feel better with this amazing invention called vicks.” 

it takes everything out of you not to kick him out of your house. but he makes it up to you by putting you on his lap and wrapping a sheet over you two and reading his sciency books and plans to you making you fall asleep into his arms

you wake up to his humming of your favorite song. giggling as you see him shake his toosh a little

turns out he’s making soup for you

you stretch and wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his back. “how do you know how to make this?”

“well when cassie is sick i make her this and this seems to cheer her up”

as the soup is cooking he makes you take a shower

you groan and moan and just do not want to. he picks you up and flings you over his shoulder as gives you a bath and puts your comfy pjs on you as well. 

you’re all med up and comfortable in your pjs as you wait for your soup. he brings you soup into your favorite mug which says in bold black letters, “never trust an atom. they make up everything.”

you two cuddle and chow down on some yummy home made soup as you watch rom-coms

he stays the night with you and makes sure that you fall asleep first, taking care of you every step of the way and letting you fall asleep on his chest✨✨✨

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