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~Joaquin Torres Masterlist~

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Updated: 11/6/23

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Joaquin Torres Masterlist

A Helping Hand (ao3) - JediStormbringer joaquín/sam E, 2k

Summary: Joaquín has a crush on Sam, but he's got it well in hand, so to speak. Or at least he thinks he does, until Sam discovers him in the shower --moaning Sam's name.

Bizzarely Wise (ao3) - The_Buzz T, 1k

Summary: When Torres is shot down on a training mission far from home, Sam feels responsible.

butterfly (ao3) - buckyismybicycle bucky/joaquin/sam E, 2k

Summary: 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.

Could Heaven Ever Be Like This? (ao3) - ItchyToaster bucky/joaquin/sam E, 9k

Summary: “Hey, Captain,” Joaquín takes the hand extended to him, expecting a handshake, but instead, Sam brings him into a hug. He leans into the embrace, the warmth strong enough to rival the rising sun. He savors the way Sam’s strong arms wrap around him, how they always catch him when he falls, and Joaquín wishes they’d hold onto him, push him into—

“Morning, Sam!”

Ah, right. Bucky.

Every Nervous Prayer (I'll Keep It Safe) (ao3) - ElleBishop bucky/joaquin/sam E, 4k

Summary: the one where Joaquín Torres gets his dreams met (and his dreams are getting absolutely railed by Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes)

Five Times Joaquín Torres Isn't an Undercover Flag Smasher and One Time [REDACTED] (ao3) - silver_penny T, 5k

Summary: Of course, it's not the Blip until everyone comes back.

Mr. November (ao3) - the_crown_jules joaquín/sam M, 1k

Summary: "I hate to break it to you, J, you are not bringing the smolder right now.”

“The smolder?” Joaquín laughed.

“The smolder,” Sam confirmed, lowering his camera. “The bedroom eyes. The look that’s gonna sell a calendar when everyone has more clothes on than usual.” Sam looking at Joaquín and saying ‘bedroom eyes’ would probably help things get started. Joaquín took a deep breath and willed his dick to chill out. It was complicated, he reminded himself. Thinking of Sam as “the love of his life” when Sam thought of him as “Torres” was complicated.

“Think of it like a new Falcon training module,” Sam said. “Smoldering 101."

With Sam taking the photos for the Avengers charity calendar, Joaquín starts to get hot under the collar.

never been a natural (all i do is try, try, try) (ao3) - notcaycepollard bucky/joaquin/sam M, 15k

Summary: So, like, cool, Torres is on a three-man team with crushes on both his team-mates and now both his crushes are fucking slash probably in love, that's an absolutely feasible long-term situation. He can handle this, no sweat. No problem.

now that you're here (ao3) - glittercake joaquín/sam E, 2k

Summary: And oh god. Okay. This was a mistake; Joaquín might not make it after all. He might just melt into a puddle of lust. He should have stayed in his lane and watched Rick and Morty like he planned to. Because now he's in the Falcon's hotel room, and what now, genius? What the hell now?

Racing Pulse (ao3) - the_crown_jules, yammz joaquín/sam E, 4k

Summary: Joaquín keeps his promises, even the ones he makes to himself. For a long time, he promised himself that he wouldn’t let his one-sided feelings for his teammate Sam get in the way of the race. But when a crash in the Monaco Grand Prix gives them both a scare, Joaquín makes a new promise: not to get back on the circuit without knowing whether his feelings aren’t so one-sided after all.

take my hand, wreck my plans (that's my man) (ao3) - notcaycepollard bucky/joaquin/sam E, 8k

Summary: The first Bucky figures there’s something wrong is when Torres kisses him.

"Your buddy got dosed," one of their prisoners says helpfully. "Our chemist hit him in the face with whatever she was working on. Probably a sex drug."

“What’ll happen?” Bucky asks. Pinches the bridge of his nose; he really hadn't banked on criminal sex drugs being a part of his day. “If he doesn’t… Christ, if he doesn’t fuck it out? Will he be okay?”

“I dunno. He’s young and healthy, could be fine in a few hours. Or his heart could explode, it’s hard to say.”

“I really don’t want my heart to explode,” Torres says, his voice small.

“Well, yeah,” Sam agrees. “That’s the worst-case scenario, clearly.”

too young to burn (ao3) - weird_bird (2weird4) joaquín/sam E, 3k

Summary: Joaquín thinks about the intonation with which Sam says wingman, thinks about their relative ages and Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. “When you say wingman…?”

“Nothing gets past you, huh, kid.” Sam’s smile is affectionate while his eyes are weary, sad enough to make Joaquín’s heart squeeze in a hurting way.

Wanna Kiss Me and Find Out? (ao3) - liminal_mess bucky/joaquin/sam E, 3k

Summary: He’s not jealous exactly, just frustrated that they haven’t crossed that line with him, all lingering looks and flirting but no follow through. They do treat him with a lot of respect, which is great to have at work, really. It is.

But respectfully speaking, he also wants to be fucked within an inch of his life by the two men.

Or, in which Joaquín shoots his shot and wins.

Whose Heart Would Not Take Flight (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe sam/bucky T, 4k

Summary: During Joaquin's first real mission as the Falcon, Sam Wilson's worry and past fears take him over

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MCU/MARVEL MASTERLIST

THE ETERNALS

SHANG-CHI/SHANGQI

BUCKY BARNES

FRANK CASTLE

MOON KNIGHT (STEVEN GRANT)

NAMOR

STEPHEN STRANGE

MULTIPLE AVENGERS

JIMMY WOO

JOAQUIN TORRES

ADAM WARLOCK

MIGUEL O’HARA (SPIDERVERSE)

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12 Days of Christmas 2022 - Masterlist

Here are the links to everyting I posted for Christmas this year.

(Christmas Masterlist Post)

Key:

❄ Not Christmas At All (Just Winter/Vibes) 🎁 Christmas Mentioned/Vibes (But not part of the plot) 🌲 Kind of Christmas 🧑‍🎄 Christmas

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Day 1: 'Christmas Surprise'; Darry Curtis x Reader + The Boys & Reader; cute/fluff [🧑‍🎄]

Day 2: 'Stress Relief'; Leverage Crew + Eliot Spencer x Reader; fun/humor [❄] Bonus: Top Gun Christmas Scenario Game [🧑‍🎄]

Day 3: 'Mistletoe Distraction'; Lou Ransone x Reader; cute/fluff [❄🎁]

Day 4: 'Home For Christmas'; Joaquin Torres x Reader; mild angst/fluff [🧑‍🎄]

Day 5: 'Cozy Winter Evening'; Malcolm Bright x Reader; cute/fluff [🌲❄]

Day 6: 'First Christmas'; Jonas Quinn x Reader; cute/fluff [🧑‍🎄]

Day 7: 'White Christmas'; Christopher Pike x Reader; cute/domestic fluff [🌲❄] Bonus: 911 Christmas Scenario Game [🧑‍🎄]

Day 8: 'A Christmas Rose'; Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Reader; cute/fluff [🌲] - Part Two Coming New Years Eve/Day

Day 9: 'Christmas Proposal'; Steve Rogers x Reader; romance [🌲]

Day 10: 'Secret Santa: Part One'; Top Gun; ? x Reader; fun/anticipation [🌲🎁]

Day 11: 'Secret Santa: Choose Your Own Character Ending' - Day One; Bobs Ending [🎁] Fanboy's Ending [🎁]

Day 12 (Christmas): 'Secret Santa: Choose Your Own Character Ending' - Day Two; Hangmans Ending [❄🎁] Roosters Ending [❄] Mavericks Ending [❄🎁]

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The Hating Game Part 2

Pictures 1, 3, and 4 are from interest, and picture 2 is from @parkjammys

Pairings -Joaquín Torres x Aviator!Reader (Enemies To Lovers)

Premise – The infamous rivalry between you and Joaquin Torres is well known on the base. He hates you and you hate him. After unlikely circumstances, you realize hating someone is disturbingly similar to falling in love with them

Warnings: Major Spoilers for The Hating Game Novel. (btw read the book it is too good <3) Strong language, suggestive language.

Note: I had no idea that I would make it a 2 parter but here we are! I kind of went on and on about the story after I saw top gun maverick and I decided I can't leave this as an angst fic, I NEEDED y/n and torres to have a happy ending! So here you go!

Credits to Sally Throne for the original story of The Hating Game that inspired this fic. Some scenes will be exclusively from the novel, others I will spin my way. I do not own anything, this is my interpretation of the novel with MCU characters.

A/N before y’all get crazy about some points, let me clarify. I did some digging and it is allowed to date while on duty for officers. But only if you are of the same rank. Dating officers under your rank or your superiors is not allowed and you can get suspended for it. It is also allowed to enroll in a university or college while in the army/navy/air force. I did my best for the accuracy in the story about the USAF, my only sources being google and Hollywood movies as I am not from the US so pardon me for any inaccuracies.

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Saturday evening

For the tenth time that evening, you smooth down the dress you finally settled on after rummaging through your wardrobe. The red sundress you were wearing showed a bit of your cleavage, but not a lot. You threw on a denim jacket over it, for some reason you were feeling a bit chilly. The place Joaquin was talking about was an arcade bar that everyone in your base went to on weekends. It had all the arcade games from the 80s and 90s and served amazing drinks. You had been here once when you were a newbie at the base.

You stood outside the bar, 10 minutes early, just in case, debating over how this could turn south in so many ways. You might have to sit all night alone if Joaquin abandons you at the last minute. This could be a prank by him. Or maybe you just hallucinated this date and this wasn’t real.

   “Whoa!” you hear his voice coming from behind you. You turn to see him standing behind you, looking stunned.

   “You look amazing,” he says, his eyes focused on yours as he took you in. “You too look great.” You speak. You were not lying. He had a black Henley and an olive-green jacket on it, with jeans. Green really was his color. He looked really good in anything green.

   “Shall we?” he extends his hand to you and you take it, following him inside the bar.

As soon as you entered, it felt like you were transported back to the early 90s. Neon lights flashed on the arcade games in the dim lighting, and the bar was in the middle of the room, hustling with people and bartenders serving them drinks. You could hear the closing notes of 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney Houston coming from somewhere. You turn to catch Joaquin looking at you with a smile on his face. He tries to hide it but it was too late. You slowly walk in front of him and shout, "Last Pac Man buys tequila shots!" before running away to the console. Not waiting to see how his face lights up watching you laughing and beating him to it.

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5th time. Your last coin. And one last chance.

The lever lifts up and you carefully land it on the panda plushie and it grabs it. You lift it up and it picks up the panda. And then drop it in the hole.

   “YESSS!” you hear him shout and get covered in popcorn. You turn to see him shaking his popcorn bag around. You laughed with him as you picked up the panda plushie from the output vault and held it up like a trophy. Joaquin mockingly bows, “All hail, Y/N Y/L/N, the panda plushie conqueror.”

You laughed so hard you threw your head back. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much. Your rivalry has been channeled into all the games you've played throughout the evening. Alien shooting, Pac-Man, Car Chase, Dancing, and now the plushie machine. 

Score? You no longer keep track.

   “I would have tried again but I’m all out of coins.” He shows you his empty pockets.    “So am I," you reveal your pockets. He groans, “It’s just 9:30, I don’t want to go back.”

Your head was throbbing with pain for a while, but you thought it was because you had alcohol after a long time. You think for a sec and debate over what you were about to say, but the voice in your head was telling you to do it. So, you did.    “I have an idea.” You say and smirk.    “Oh! I’m listening.” He leans closer to you.    “Let’s go!” this time, you dragged him out of the arcade.    “Where are we going?” he asked you, halting halfway through the exit.    “What? Don’t you trust me, Lieutenant Torres?”

He smiles at his feet, “Well, if you talk about that one time you stole my planner...”    “I borrowed it for a short period of time to find out what secret notes you have in it!”    “I don’t have any secrets” he shrugs.    “Now you’re just lying” you start to walk out of the bar and he follows, “Let’s go!”

As you walk, no, run on the sidewalk, you don't have any destination in mind. You're focused on living the best life you can right then and there.

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As you stumble through the hallways, you almost giggle, but Joaquin shushed you with a finger on your lips. Even so, you giggled.

You headed to a liquor store, bought a bottle of bourbon, and walked around the town. After all, it was a small town with a US air force base, so it was a safe place.

You were beginning to think sharing a whole bottle of neat bourbon between you was a very silly idea. But the thrill running through your veins as you ran through the abandoned streets with him was nothing compared to what you were feeling right now. The throbbing in your head, and a twist in your stomach.

You open the door to your apartment and let him in. You stumble in and trip over something, falling down. Without missing a beat, he burst out into laughter and you flip him off. You get up, take off your jacket and crash on the sofa as he closes the door behind him.    “That was the most fun I had in a while.” You say in a happy tone.    “Same.” He says as he sits next to you.    “Never thought I’d go out with you though.”    “Ouch, Y/L/N!” he mockingly slaps his hand on his heart.

You laughed and sat in silence for a while before he sits up abruptly, “What time is it?”    “11:45.” You say looking at your phone. He points his finger at you and sits back, “Told you I'd get you back before 11.”    “We are 45 minutes late.” You laughed.    “Still, I got you back, didn’t I?” he turns towards you and looks through his eyelashes. You sigh, “I really want you to drop that skincare routine. Your eyelashes are outrageously long." You look at him, shifting on the couch. He laughed and says., “Sure. It’s mud water and celery juice”    “Ew! Gross!” you punch him on his arm and he laughs. He looks at you as you keep looking at him. His fingers caress yours on the couch and he scoots closer. Your heads were so close that you could see his beautiful eyes up close.

It’s just the alcohol, nothing else

   “You should do that more.” You say.    “What?”    “Laugh. It’s cute.” You smile at him. In the low light of your living room, the light danced in his honey irises putting you in a trance. He looked ethereal.

Lord help me, I want to kiss him so badly!

But he clears his throat and looks away. “Well, it’s getting late. I’ll head out.” Before you could process what you were about to say, you blurt out, “You could crash at my place.”    “We are at your house?" he asked, looking around bewildered. You take a deep breath, “wow, you are drunk drunk.” You stand up, “I’ll sleep here and you can take the bed.”    “What! No, it’s your house-partment you will sleep on the floor” he slurred out the words, looking confused. “What did I just say?”    "Nothing." You laugh and offer him your spare pillow and blanket.

What happened next was a blur in your mind. You remember stirring in the middle of the night to find yourself wearing something soft, and enveloped in a warm blanket. You hum as you sleep, not realizing you were wearing his jacket over your sundress.

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Next Morning

An agonizing pain erupted in your head as you woke up the next morning. You slowly sit up on the bed with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Last night’s hangover was hitting your body with full force, and you feel the contents inside you rise to your throat. You dash to the bathroom and make it just in time to throw up in the toilet.

Guess heavy drinking after a long time did not suit your body after all.

You feel a hand rubbing your back and you jump a bit, turning to see Joaquin standing behind you, gathering your hair away from your face. You throw up some more.

   “Okay, that’s it, let it out,” he says as he gently rubs your back. After you were done, you sit on the bathroom floor, clutching your stomach in pain, it was killing you. You let out a whimper as Joaquin takes a seat in front of you. He touches your forehead and your cheeks with the back of his hand.    “You have a fever.”    “Yeah, no shit.” You groan.    “Y/L/N, how long have you been feeling like this?”    “Since last night.” You mutter.    “And you still went out to have drinks?” he softly asks. You lift your head with a lot of effort and look at him. He had a crease on his forehead and was looking at you with worry.    “'m sorry” you mumble and lean back.

He sighs and gets up, “okay, get up.” He holds your hands and helps you. “Just, freshen up and I’m heading to the pharmacy to get you some medicines.”    “Torres, it’s nothing I’m fine- oh god.” You clutch your stomach as pain erupts through it, just below the ribs where the stomach is supposed to be.    “No, you’re not. Just, don’t be stubborn for once in your life and listen to me. Please” he practically pleads to you.

   “Okay! Fine!" You say as you push him out of your bathroom. You clean the toilet, brush your teeth and take a quick shower, all while the pain in your stomach grows. You come out of the bathroom wearing your oversized power ranger t-shirt and a towel wrapped around your waist. You wear some trousers and plop on your bed as you hear the front door open.

Joaquin walks inside with a small white bag and wearing a change of clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt. His usual cool demeanor was gone, replaced by a frantic expression. Your confusion prompts him to say, "I think you either have a very bad hangover or a stomach bug."

   “WHAT!” you shout.    “No, no! "I bought some medicine that works for both, so take it." He hands you the bag, and you see some medicines and cough syrup inside. You smile at him, “Thank you.” He smiles back and says, “I’ll make you some breakfast. It’s better not to eat takeout when you have a stomach bug.”    “It’s 8 am on a Sunday morning. I’ll make something. You don't have to do this.” You try to get up but he reaches for you first. “You are clearly unwell; I can’t just leave you here!”    "I'll be fine." You whine, knowing full well you will sleep on an empty stomach and won't eat.    “You need to rest.”

You hear him sigh as you sit on your bed and he sits in front of you. He shoves a thermometer under your tongue without a warning. You try to hold it but he swats your hand away.    “You’re not supposed to hold it.” He sighs.    “Cool.” You mutter as he takes the thermometer away.    “103. That’s high. Why aren’t you cooling down?” he mostly says to himself but you heard it. You reply, "Because I'm too hot.".

He looks at you with a neutral expression which literally translated to ‘seriously?’ “Hmm…” he enters deep thought. “You should sleep. I have to make a call.” He gets up as you lie back down and instantly falls asleep. He covers you with your blanket and his fingers hover over your face for a second, but they retreat before he touches you.

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   “Y/N? Wake up.” You feel a warm hand on your bicep, a soothing voice calling you. You open your eyes and wrap the blanket tighter around you.

When did you cover yourself with a blanket?

   “Y/N, hey, are you feeling better?” the voice called again. And you became aware of how sore your body was feeling. And you were hungry. You rub your eyes and look in front of you to see Joaquin sitting at the end of your bed, his eyebrows creased in worry, looking at you.

   “I’m hungry.” You mutter mostly to yourself, but he hears you.    “I know, I made you Albóndigas Soup. You’ve got to eat it before it’s cold.” He says as he pats your arm. You rise with a lot of effort. Everything suddenly felt heavy, your head, your arms, your legs. The window in your room was open, revealing the soft rays of sunset coming through. “How long was I asleep?” you ask him.    “The whole day. It’s almost 6 pm. You also threw up twice after this morning, wait, you don’t remember?”    "Not really." You have a flash running to the bathroom now that he mentioned it. It felt more like an out-of-body experience to you.

You sit leaning back on the headboard and he places a pillow behind you to support your back. “I don’t need back support.”    “I understand, but you're a fan of theatrics.” He sits in front of you.    “Hmm.” You give him a tired smile. He narrows his eyes, “Was that meant to be sarcastic? Because you looked like you were having a stroke.”    “Ha ha, very funny.” You say with a neutral expression.

But you hear your stomach grumble loudly. He carefully hands you a bowl half filled with what looked like a very tasty soup. It was maroon in color and there were meatballs and small pieces of onion and ginger in it. Smelling the steam alone opened up your nostrils and made you even more hungry. You dive into the soup.

You guessed it was made with basic ingredients like ginger, onion, chicken, and a bit of chili, and it tasted heavenly.

“This is literally the most delicious soup I’ve ever had!” You look at him with wide eyes as Joaquin sits next to you to eat his own soup.

He genuinely smiles and says, “Thanks, my mom would make it when I would get sick. I didn’t know how it would turn out to be. She started screaming at me halfway through the process because I forgot the tomatoes.”

“What?” you ask him confused.

“Um, I called my mom and told her about your situation. She’s a registered nurse. She told me how to make the soup, the medicines, and everything.” His cheeks were a bit flushed.

Was he blushing?

He looks at you like it was the most normal thing to do. You know, taking care of your workplace nemesis and making them brunch in bed. He continues to eat his soup and you don’t question it much, drinking the broth and feeling it travel through your throat to your stomach.

You finish the soup and Joaquin takes the bowl away from you. You watch as he puts them in the kitchen sink and comes back, sitting next to you. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re cooling down,” he says with a smirk.

   “Thank fuck. I want to be at the base tomorrow.” You say leaning back on the headboard. He raises his eyebrows at you swearing but doesn’t say anything. He leans back too, you both being the same height now.

Even though you were 5’4 and he’s 5’8, which is not that much of a difference, he always looked unnaturally tall compared to you. He was at your eye level for the first time.

   "How are you feeling?" He asks you.    “Better than before. My stomach stopped making noises.” You say. “The soup was really good." You poke his bicep.    “Thank you… Shortcake.” He shoves your shoulder gently.    “I’m not that short!” you protest.    “You’re tiny.” He pinches his fingers together, indicating how short you were.

You puff out annoyed. You think about the situation that you are in right now. You never had a lot of friends, and spent half your time in school getting bullied for being ‘too studious’, so much so that the one person who volunteered to help you in your time of need is the guy that loathes you. He actually spent his entire Sunday, half hungover, making you soup and bringing you medicine. And… did he clean your apartment? Because the books were stacked neatly on your coffee table, you never stack them on the coffee table.

   “Thank you, really. It was not necessary for you to do all this, but you did anyway," you admit to him.    “It’s alright.” He shrugs.    “Why are you doing this?” you finally ask him what you were thinking the whole time.    “Because I wanted to lecture you about buying better nightwear.” He points at your oversized Power Rangers shirt.    “You’re saying this just because it’s RPM.” You stare at him    “Yes.” He says, seconds away from bursting out into laughter.    “If this was SPD you would have been worshipping me.”    “Exactly! See, you admit it.” He laughed.

   “No, but seriously. Why are you doing this? It was your day off. You could have chilled in your apartment blissfully unaware of my suffering.” You giggle a bit towards the end. You can see a hint of hurt on his face and a soft expression on his face when you look at him.    “I want you to get better so that you can give the mock test on Friday. I know how much that matters to you.” He says.

That catches you off guard.

   "You know," he turns his body to face you, "I tutored a lot of people in my town, and I have never seen anyone learn an entire module of human anatomy in four days. Your grasp of concepts is so thorough, you just needed some guidance. You kept staring at him, not believing what he had said. "and look, you scored higher in the last mock test than I did."    “You are an amazing student and an even better air force aviator. You should appreciate yourself more than you give yourself credit for. And I just know that you’re going to score a high score because there’s nothing you don’t know.”

He stops and looks at you, with respect and adoration in his eyes. “And I am really sorry I didn’t tell you this before. I am so sorry for so many things. Especially when you ran out of our office a month ago. I should have told you then that you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful.”

He takes a deep breath and stops, staring at you like you’re the most precious thing ever. You recognize the look. When you did something good, when you won the medal for leading a rescue team, or when you laughed at something your colleagues said, he would look at you from afar. You always thought it was one of those smug smiles that he does when he gets irritated. But now that you were looking at him from inches away from his face, you recognized it as a look of adoration, a look of love.

You didn’t realize you were leaning towards him until you felt his breath on your face, your focus shifting to his lips. You look into Joaquin’s eyes like you were doing so for the first time. And before he could retreat, you closed the distance between you. And oh, what a bliss it was, to feel his lips on yours. Closing your eyes, they were soft, so so soft. You break the chaste kiss to look at him.

His eyes were closed, and as he slowly opened them, you could see his pupils dilated. You now understand why the ladies threw themselves at him. He is indeed the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on.

The second kiss was a bit harsh, his lips sucking yours and kissing you with everything he had. Your hands instantly move to the hair on the nape of his neck. They caress his hair, he follows your lead and grabs your waist bringing you closer, the other hand gently on your face.

You forget to breathe doing so, and you were so lost in feeling him that you didn’t hear your phone ringing.

He slowly breaks the kiss and gasps for air. Without breaking his eye contact, he grabs your phone from behind your nightstand and looks at it. “It’s your mom.” He says, handing you the phone.

You quickly smooth down your hair realizing that it's facetime. He gets up from your bed as you pick up the call. “Hey, baby! How’s your weekend going?” your mother’s cherry voice echoes through the phone.

   “Hi, mummy it’s been well! Just, uh, I had a mild fever. Not much of a deal.” You laugh it off, trying your best to give her a genuine smile so she does not suspect you’re not well.

You watch him as Joaquin wears his jacket and heads out towards the door. He turns and gestures towards a pot on your stove, and then to yourself. He waves and exits your apartment with a smile.

   “Y/N baby, is someone with you?” her voice echoes through the empty apartment.    “No, nobody. I’m alone. So, how’s pops?” you say trying to change the topic.

It worked. Except for the fact that Joaquin heard you from the other side of the door, stopping in his tracks.

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[galatially]

❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬❞

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆, "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆."

𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛

𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒

𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

[bobfloydsbabe]

All fics are x OC. I don't write reader inserts, and I don't intend to. I hope you'll enjoy these stories regardless. For more info on my OCs, you can find my MCU OC masterlist here.

CONTENT KEY warnings on individual fics

☼ = fluff | ♧ = angst | △ = suggestive | ϟ = smut

Time for bed ☼ Non-Canon | Peter gets hurt, and Charlie tends to his wounds.

Afraid to be happy ♧ Non-Canon | Peter tells Charlie a truth she's not ready to hear

Never cease to amaze me ☼ Future!Fic | Charlie has surprising news for Peter

Trust ♧ Non-Canon | Peter discovers a photograph and learns the truth about Charlie

Why didn't you tell me? Non-Canon | Peter's shocked by a revelation

Please don't go ☼ Isra needs someone to stay

Kiss me After months of flirting, Isra's had enough

Disappointed ♧ Tony Stark | Platonic | Tony confronts Charlie after a tragedy

Confessions OC x OC | Platonic | Phoebe tries to pry information out of Isra about her new boyfriend

[madlittlecriminal]

MADLITTLECRIMINAL'S MASTERLIST

hello! welcome to my masterlist! this is the new & improved version as I figured the other ones that i had were getting old and frankly long. anywho, i hope you find this one easier to navigate! happy reading! :)

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[buckets-and-trees]

Good Luck

Fandom: MCU Collection: Buck's Eleven Title: Good Luck Characters/Pairings: Steve and the team Word Count: 620 

Summary: The team gets a double dose of news with less than an hour to go before the big heist.

Logistical Notes: All you need to know is Bucky and Steve put together a team to knock over a casino New Year's Eve 1960. None of the pieces in Buck's Eleven have to be read in order, though they do tie together. You will see some familiar dialogue in here borrowed from Avengers Endgame.

COLLECTION: Buck's Eleven | Bookings and Rings

↠ Aspen's Ask Box | Masterlist | Field Guide to the Forest

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”

Everyone in the room turns to look at Peter.

“Bucky’s been arrested?”

“Yeah,” Steve responds.

“And you don’t find this concerning?”

“No, why would it be concerning?”

“We’re 45 minutes from call time and you don’t find this concerning?”

The truth is Peter is not the only one who’s got concerns, but the others were split on various levels between alarm and trusting Steve’s calm, and it’s just that Peter was the only one to voice it in the group.

“No. We’re a group of highly competent professionals. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“O…kay.”

“Maybe we should discuss some realignment though,” Sam says.

“Sure, but you’re still with the kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” Peter scoffs. “I’m twenty-five.”

“And it’s real cute,” Fury offers from a few feet behind him.

Peter jumps, not knowing the older man had been standing directly behind him. “Torres is only eighteen months older than me.”

Joaquin flashes him an apologetic grin and can only shrug.

“Right,” Steve turns to Joaquin. “You think you can cover Buck’s role?”

He blinks for just one second, then answers, “Sure. Absolutely.”

“And look, Pete,” Steve turns back to their grease man. “I want you to know I appreciate you voicing your concern. It shows a genuine commitment to open communication, and that’s a highly undervalued currency.”

The door to the suite bursts open with Scott tumbling in, a briefcase in his left hand. “I don’t know if you’re going to like this news, but the Prince of Wakanda just touched down at the airport with car service requested for The Riviera.”

“Seems His Royal Highness must be a fan of boxing.”

“Okay, I don’t love Buck arrested, but royalty in town and at The Riv? That puts an additional twenty armed security on the ground, easily,” Clint chimes in.

“Not including his personal guard detail of likely four Dora Milaje,” Tony adds, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks up at Steve from where he’s preparing a martini at the bar cart.

Steve looks from Tony to Nat, who shrugs an easy shoulder, completely unconcerned.  

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve counters. He waits for another moment, his eyes make a concentrated sweep across the room, studying the faces of each of the other nine.

No one says a word.

“Right then, this is it. We have a chance to take down the house. You know your teams, you know your missions. No mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going places we know, doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the job of our lives, and we’re gonna win, whatever it takes.” Steve let’s half a second sit comfortably in the air. “Good luck.”

With that, the team disburses - all except Fury, who’s looking at Steve, cigar perched in his left hand, looking at Steve.

Steve sighs and puts his hands on his hips, leaning his weight to his left leg, and cocks his head slightly. “Well?”

“Don’t look at me, you and Buck put this operation together this time, this is your team, I’m just here to play my little part and pay the bills.”

Steve nods. “It’ll work.”

“Course it will. And if it doesn’t, we’ll be surrounded by friends in the state pen.”

Steve cracks a wry smile. “As if you’d stay more than a night.”

“I can’t help that I’m very well connected and richer than the rest of you.”

Steve’s smile turns to a smirk. “But you haven’t got any other friends.”

“Which is why I’d get all of you knuckleheads out pretty quickly. Now let’s go take all of Pierce’s money and put a black mark on his reputation.”

COLLECTION: Buck's Eleven | Bookings and Rings

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[kyleraynermybeloved]

25 Day Holiday Event '23 -Masterlist

The winter holiday is one of my favorite times of the year (tied with Halloween), and I wanted to do a fun fic event for y'all! Each day of December, from the 1st to the 25th, I will post a new fic and keep this masterlist updated as I go!

***NOTE, for those who don't celebrate Christmas I will put labels on the ones that are Xmas focused so you can skip them if you'd like, but all of them will be winter oriented.

Key: ❄️= Not Christmas at all 🎄= Christmas mentioned 🎁= Christmas focused

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[writingdumpster]

his secret

pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

warnings: 14+ implied sex (very mild)

word count: 1,500

summary: Joaquin has always wanted to keep you separate from his avenging, but when Sam and Bucky pay him an unexpected visit he can’t anymore.

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Joaquin loved you more than he’d ever loved anyone in his life. That meant he had to protect you, above all else. His way of doing that was to keep you entirely hidden from the most dangerous part of his life. You had met his family, his childhood friends and Air Force buddies, but he refused to introduce you to Sam or Bucky. They didn’t know about you at all, and Joaquin didn’t want that to change. It wasn’t that he didn’t like or trust them, he just felt that the further you got into that part of his life, the more danger you would be in, so he kept you out of it entirely. You didn’t mind. You were curious about his avenging, but he didn’t keep secrets from you. He just kept you as his secret.

You woke up one morning in Joaquin’s bed, snuggled into his chest. Sunlight was sneaking through the blinds and making his brown skin look bronze. His chin rested atop your head as you held each other tightly and tangled your legs together. You barely moved when you woke, but Joaquin knew at once.

“Good morning, mi amor,” Joaquin’s voice called out, low and gravelly as he shook off the tiredness. You smiled against his chest.

“How’d you know I was awake?“ You asked as you yawned.

“I don’t know,” Joaquin replied thoughtfully. “I can just tell.” He felt your lips spread into a smile against his chest.

“Do you have to go to work?” You asked. It was the weekend, but Joaquin didn’t exactly run on a five day week.

“No, just you and me today,” he assured you. You snuggled closer into his chest and hummed in contentment. The two of you stayed like that for a while, both of you feeling warm and safe in each other’s arms. The thing that interrupted you was the rumbling of your stomach. Joaquin chuckled when he heard it.

“You a little hungry, mi amor?” He asked with a grin.

“Yeah, but I’m nice and cozy here,” you said. Joaquin kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll go make you breakfast,” he said. He loved to cook for you. It was one of his ways of showing he loved you. You whined when he started to pull away from you.

“Don’t leave,” you said, keeping your arms closed around him. Joaquin chuckled.

“We can come right back here when we’re done with breakfast,” he offered. You sighed.

“Fine. I want to take a shower anyway,” you said. Joaquin rose from the bed, pecking your forehead as he left and headed for the kitchen while you got in the shower.

Joaquin had just finished making breakfast when there was a knock on his door. He opened it to find Bucky and Sam standing there and was immediately filled with panic. You were still in the shower but you could come out at any moment. He didn’t want them knowing about you. Not yet. Not now.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked. They pushed past him and into his house.

“We need to head out as soon as possible. Got a tip on a possible super soldier sighting,” Sam explained.

“Okay, I’ll pack and meet you guys at the compound,” Joaquin said, doing his best to get them to leave without it seeming like he was hiding something from them. He went to stand in front of the hallway to his bedroom as if keeping his body there would somehow keep you separate from this part of his life.

“Sighting was in New Jersey, we’ve got a car downstairs for all of us,” Sam replied.

“Great, I’ll be down in a minute, you guys go wait for me,” Joaquin tried again. Meanwhile Bucky was quietly taking in Joaquin’s apartment. Bucky had noticed the two plates of food sitting on the counter.

“Who’s the other plate for?” Bucky asked. Joaquin’s mouth shut tightly as he struggled to think of an excuse. Sam grinned when he saw the lack of response. Sam and Bucky were aware that Joaquin tried to separate them from his personal life, and catching him with a girl was something they were both amused by.

“My sister,” Joaquin lied. “She’s coming over for breakfast.”

“You don’t have a sister,” Sam replied.

“How do you know that?“ Joaquin questioned, trying to change the subject.

“I’ve seen your file,” Sam replied. The conversation continued to grow louder and more chaotic as the three men argued about the true purpose of the second plate. You heard the commotion as you stepped out of the shower. You pulled on a pair of Joaquin’s boxers and one of his shirts and then headed out into the kitchen. The boys were all in the midst of arguing over each other when you appeared.

“Baby, what’s all the nois—” You stopped when your eyes landed on Sam and Bucky. Joaquin looked back at you with fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you said at once. You knew how much Joaquin didn’t want you brought into this part of his life.

“‘Baby?’” Bucky repeated in question. “Have you been hiding a girlfriend from us?” The room was quiet as Joaquin tried to figure out what to do. You walked forward slowly to stand behind Joaquin as he faced his bosses. You wrapped an arm around him to rest on his stomach, your other hand gently tracing a careful line up and down his spine with your fingertips. You kissed his shoulder blade, trying to soothe the anxiety you knew he was feeling.

“Maybe it’s time,” you said quietly. Joaquin nodded.

“Seems like it,” he murmured back to you. His hand found its way to the one resting on his stomach and he curled his fingers around yours, tugging you forwards so you stood next to him. “This is y/n,” Joaquin said to Sam and Bucky. “She’s my girlfriend.” Sam smiled. Though it was amusing to him that Joaquin had put so much effort into hiding you from them, it still pleased Sam that Joaquin had someone, especially someone he wanted to protect so carefully.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n. I would love to say that we’ve heard about you, but it seems Torres wants to hide his pretty girlfriend from us,” Sam said.

“Don’t flirt with her,” Joaquin snapped. You giggled. You released Joaquin’s hand to extend it to Bucky and then Sam.

“It’s nice to meet you guys too. I have heard about you before,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah? What does Torres say about us?” Sam asked.

“That you’re good people and he’s proud to work with you,” you said. Sam smiled. Bucky’s expression remained stoic.

“We have to get going,” Bucky said, breaking up the moment. Joaquin nodded.

“I’ll go get dressed,” he said, kissing the crown of your head as he turned towards his bedroom. You stood in Joaquin’s kitchen while two Avengers stared back at you.

“Do you guys want some coffee?” You asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“That’s alright, ma’am,” Bucky replied.

“Call me y/n, please,” you said.

“How long have you and Torres been together?” Sam asked.

“Eight months,” you answered.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us about you for that long,” Sam said.

“He wanted to protect me,” you told him. “And I expect you to protect him,” you added. Bucky smirked at your aggressive nature. Sam smiled as well. He remembered the way his sister had threatened his wingman into keeping him safe the first time she met the man.

“We will, don’t worry,” Sam replied. Joaquin appeared from his bedroom decked out in the suit the Wakandans had made for him. Bucky and Sam looked away as Joaquin leaned down over you and kissed you lovingly, cupping your face in his hand.

“I’ll be back for dinner tomorrow. Promise,” he said. You gave him a cheeky smile.

“If you aren’t, you won’t get your ‘welcome home’ present,” you teased. Joaquin blushed and his eyes flitted to Sam and Bucky.

“I think I’ll be able to persuade you if I’m late, mi amor,” Joaquin replied with a smirk.

“Torres, we don’t have time for you to seduce your girlfriend, we have to go,” Bucky interjected.

“I’m not seducing her!” Joaquin snapped.

“Well, whatever you’re doing, we don’t want to see anymore of it,” Bucky replied. Joaquin rolled his eyes as Bucky and Sam headed for the door.

Joaquin looked back at you and gave you another quick kiss before backing towards the door.

“Be safe,” you called to him. “I love you.” Joaquin smiled, refusing to take his eyes off you.

“I love you too, mi amor,” he replied before shutting the door behind him.

“So, when were you gonna tell us about your hot girlfriend?” Bucky asked. Joaquin frowned at Bucky’s words.

“I was gonna wait till your funeral, which might be sooner if either of you ever flirt with her again.”

[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Young Avengers 🦅 | Marvel Headcanon

Takes place during Phase 4 of the MCU

Link to my marvel Masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no

Being a young former Black Widow and forming a team with Shuri, Kate, Elijah, Joaquin, and Kid Loki would look like:

To be honest you weren’t to fazed with the idea of forming a team with the younger crowd of up and coming superheroes. Sure you had been friends with Shuri since 2018 and met the others through Sam, Clint, and Thor, but the idea of creating a team like the Avengers never crossed your mind until Shuri proposed the idea. “Ain’t that Val lady forming her own team? Or Secretary Ross is, they’re calling them the Thunderbolts? Yelena was telling me about it—anyway, point is if there’s already a new team of heroes then why make our own?” “Calling them heroes is a little…far fetched if we’re being honest. They are more like the Dark Avengers—and no I was not trying to make a joke. You look at who she’s recruiting and it’s literally that. Think of us as their antithesis.”

It didn’t take much convincing after that with you literally going, “Fuck it. Let’s do it—might actually give me shit to do now that the world has gone to shit trying to get back to the way it was.” Within the hour you were pulling up to a hangar to meet the others. They all looked excited except Kid Loki. He looked rather annoyed being there—really it was Thor’s idea to have him join to keep him out of trouble. “It was either this or join him in his adventures across space. Frankly I’d rather stay in one place after escaping the Void.”

Considering you all are some of the most powerful and intelligent kids on the planet, there is bound to be some restrictions. Likely y’all would be staying at Avengers compound or create your own base camp but there would still be oversight. If Fury is not dealing with the Kree then he and Maria are who y’all report to. Other than them, the veteran Avengers tend to look after you guys—like Sam and Clint. “So since you’re now Captain America and you’re technically retired, does that make Torres the Falcon and Bishop Hawkeye?” “If that’s what they want to go by. You’re still called Black Widow aren’t ya?” “Touché”

So there you have it. Shuri: The Black Panther, Joaquin: the Flacon, You: the Black Widow, Kate: Hawkeye, Kid Loki, & Elijah: The Patriot.

As expected you’re a rambunctious group of heroes. Sometimes y’all find yourselves in trouble when you weren’t planning on it. Trouble just finds you guys 90% of the time. Agent Everett Ross has a whole supply of advil because keeping track of you all gives him a headache. “You’re job was to get it, get the intel, and get the hell out of there. What went wrong?” “Well…….as you can see um….yeah I have no explanation. Shuri you got anything?” “Nope. Torres, you?” “I can’t even remember what we were doing there.”

One time on a mission you guys actually ran into the Thunderbolts and it was quite the scene. First of all you and Yelena were like, “Hey sis! What are you doing here?” Meanwhile Bucky was scolding Elijah & Torres and Walker was getting annoyed with Kid Loki’s tricks. Kate just looked out of place while Shuri was trying to calm everyone down, “It seems there has been a misunderstanding. Unless….it was the plan for all of us to be here.” “What are you saying, Shuri?” “I believe our teams were set up, white wolf. Why else would both of us be called to the same place, for the same exact thing, on the same day?”

Having a genius like Shuri on your team meant you guys were equipped with some of the best technological advances than anyone else. Even the Thunderbolts were envious of y’all’s artillery. Not only did Joaquin get an upgrade on his falcon wings, but Kate got high tech trick arrows, Elijah a vibranium shield, kid Loki with a scepter and you got some additions to your Widow’s bite and suit. “Shit, I feel like I could take down even Thanos with these.” “Try not to show them off to much, Widow. Secretary Ross is still trying to get me to develop stuff for the Thunderbolts and i’ve given him the impression I’m not even advancing our weaponry. So..keep it on the down low.”

After some time as a team, you guys would recruit Kamala Khan, RiRi Williams and Cassie Lang as y’all’s Ms. Marvel, IronHeart & Stinger. Peter Parker would eventually join, bringing in his buddy Ned and America Chavez who were Masters of The Mystic Arts. The team grew so large y’all could actually split you guys up when multiple missions came in. With their initiation, Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel, and Scott Lang joined Sam, Clint, Fury, Ross, and Hill as ‘chaperones’.

“So what do we call ourselves?” “The Young Avengers.” “Isn’t that a derivative?” “Yeah, but it sounds less menacing than Dark Avengers or the Thunderbolts. I mean we are Avengers…just we’re young so it fits.” “True…”

[blackbat05]

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[fluffyprettykitty]

expression

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 800 words

Outline: Joaquin has an idea for trying something new in bed, you oblige.

Warnings: anal play, anilingus, cumshot, swearing, ya know the usual.

Author’s Note: written as a VERY VERY late birthday gift for @tom-whore-dleston ;)

P.S: dividers & banners by @saradika​

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

You have been dating for a while, four months to be precise and the more kinky Joaquin found out you were the more he fell in love. He never knew just how many things he could like beyond the usual and what conventional porn had taught and as this was the most established relationship for the both of you now was the time to learn.

And boy did he love learning.

It's Friday night and you are out playing pool with his friends. You don't care about that, you care about spending time with him, watching him laugh and drink and playfight with his friends and kiss you warmly when he won.

He did like showing off. And you loved seeing him happy.

Coming close behind him, you place your hand on his back as he is bent on the table. You bring your lips close to his ear, and almost practically throw all of your body on him and whisper "Anything you want, anything at all, I will do for you tonight."

You knew what he wanted, he had told you last night and confessed to you his most important, most devoured porn history.

Mouth and tongue on the ass, that's rimming. He wanted to know how it felt, he had done it to you and your reaction had led him down a very merry walk.

And you nodded your head, you hadn't tried it before either but you'd take your time to research and see if you can do it. And he knew you'd done your research that's what you both usually do when one wanted something new to try.

It's hard for him of to get gloriously hard when you did that and so he try his hardest to calm himself down but ten minutes later he grabbed your hand and threw you on his motorcycle so quickly.

And once you are home, he goes back to being nervous.

"What if I'm not clean enough?" "I'll let you know baby, I won't get grossed out."

Joaquin liked everything but he mostly liked good clear communication and meeting your needs and his needs equally.

You shared a shower and then in your bathrobes, you both came to lay on your bed. Starting with the softest of kisses, to the licking of your breasts (as if he'd ever miss an opportunity to do so) to the soft bites down his thighs.

And it all ended with you kneeling on the bed as you usually did, you started by licking the veins of his cock, to his balls and just moving your tongue a little further down there. Blowing some air on the perineum area only to get that extra hiss from him.

Joaquin accommodates you by getting himself on a pillow to lift him up a little better and admittedly the eye-level contact only arouses you more.

Slow long licks using the flat of your tongue as your preferred method for this new encounter, tease and soften and build potential, and the noises Joaquin made let you know it was all working. He whimpered and his cock twitched when your tongue worked on him like that. Using your tongue than on circular movements slowly and expertly around his anus.

His cute fluffy hair was falling on his face as he was trying to watch you down there, his one hand wrapping around his cock. You giggled as you watched him get into a more and more erotic state, your one finger teasing his butthole only made him much more desperate.

What a sight, what a man.

You switch back to softly kissing his skin and Joaquin curses you out, calling you a tease before resorting to begging you.

You slap his hand on his cock so he can remove it and you fist it instead, moving it up and down in time with your licks. You continue your movements and as you tease the tip so does your tongue on his anus.

He curses again, repeating your name and he starts to warn you that he's cumming and for once you'll sacrifice shooting on his stomach rather than on your breasts just as you liked.

It doesn't take him long to finish because he had been expecting it all day and just the contact of knowing it's happening alleviated him faster. Next time he'll last longer he's telling you and you're shrugging, you don't mind taking all the time in the world to find out everything he likes.

You come up to kiss him passionately on the lips and he thanks you profusely and then with a bright smile on his face, he says

"My turn now mi hermosa, on your hands and knees."

And just like that he turned it into a competition.

Not that you minded.

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[happypopcornprincess]

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

Please please?🥺

Love 💜

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

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

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

Find the fic here!

Happy holidays <3

[galatially]

𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑉𝐸𝐿 𝑈𝑁𝐼𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸

𝐷𝐶 𝑈𝑁𝐼𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸

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