#marvel fics

You were going heads up to the river, one-on-one to the last card; at least that's what you’ve gathered based on off-handed commentary made by one of her friends. Your eyes squinted, an indicator of the jargon escaping you, and the brimming volume of thoughts crowding your head. 

“Small blinds to your right, baby,” Natasha said patronisingly, her hand smoothing over your thigh and pulling your focus back to the table. You bit your lip in acknowledgement, racking your brain for what she could’ve meant. You could barely think about the game at hand, mind occupied elsewhere. 

“It means you act first,” Wanda giggled to your right, noticing the furrow between your brows. You’ve always been fond of Wanda, she was helpful and kind—you needed that comfort, especially when your girlfriend was in one of her teasing moods. Like today. Your left eye twitched a little when you recalled why she had cornered you in the bathroom before the company arrived. 

You had complained about being good hosts, and not leaving people to wait at the door; Natasha promptly shut you up with a kiss, and tugged your underwear aside to slide a little pink bullet in you. She led you out the room, not before leaving a small pat on your cheek and reminding you to “keep up that poker face” during the game. It had annoyed you, particularly because she had blueballed you the prior night, mentioning something about having to get a good night’s rest for her mind to stay sharp. To make matters worse, she had strung you along the whole morning and day, wearing rings that wrapped beautifully along her fingers that she knew you adored, groping your ass in passing and claiming it was accidental, and hugging you from behind with her strap purposefully prodding at your back. You just about had enough of her teasing. The fact that your girlfriend was an avid gym-goer, working out 7 days a week, evaded you and she jumped when you practically tackled her in your attempt to unzip her jeans. You didn’t get very far, to be frank. At least Natasha consolidated you with a kiss and a promise. “Later, baby,” she had told you, peppering your face with little pecks. You glared at her now, receiving a raised eyebrow in response. 

“I check,” you spluttered, squirming around the swelling pleasure, then turning to glance at Maria, who was the last to still hold cards. She sat between Agatha, whom you were unfamiliar with, and the fiery redhead who vexingly haunted your last hours without mercy. Maria held your gaze with an imperceptible smirk, held a pause, then broke it by pushing a few stacks of red discs into the center pot. The “chips,” as Natasha had referred to them as, tallied up to be around $10k. How they pulled crazy amounts of money out just to play around with eluded you. 

“Gonna check-raise me, sweetie?” Maria teased, poking fun at your weak faux strategy. Heat crept up your face, though not because of what she'd said. Natasha had pulled out her phone, a seemingly innocent front to the others. Not for you. You had known what she was planning the moment that smug look flashed on her face. Her thumb strummed the waves that appeared on the app she had pulled up on her phone, and your posture straightened. You tried to camouflage your haggard breathing as appraising interest in Maria’s raise—it was a terrible guise, and if your eyes didn’t shut from the inexorably increasing buzz, you would’ve realized how perversely all the women’s gazes settled on you. 

“F-fold,” you squeaked out, not willing to accidentally lose ten grand because your rationale was clouded by Natasha’s infuriatingly arousing distraction. Maria pumped her fist in the air, cheekily, and collected the compounded stack of chips. She splayed her cards out: a bluff. You huffed in exasperation, knowing that if you had called her raise, your hand would’ve won the pot. 

“Romanoff, you can’t invite me here just to let your girl lose all your money,” she teased, patting Natasha’s shoulder. The redhead shrugged her off, smirking at her jab. She pinched your cheek in playful irritation, shooting a sense of pleasure down to your core. Your senses were heightened and easily stimulated from the toy between your legs, and any minor touch from her sent tantalizing shivers down your spine. It was irritating how intensely Natasha observed your struggle; you hated how much you needed her. The entire game, all you’ve been imagining is her taking you, bending you over the table, scattering all the poker chips, ruining the cards with your mess; you especially hated that she knew you’d let her. The second the cards were dealt for the next game, you folded your hand; it’s not like you could’ve played any decent bluff with a seven-duce, because the need in your center clouded all judgement for the game—and the awareness you held for the volume of your sounds. 

“Careful, baby,” Natasha whispered, condescension brimming from her tone, “do you want daddy’s friends to ask what’s wrong with her sweet girl—why she’s trembling, whining, and can’t focus on the game?” You inconspicuously shook your head, not wanting to draw anymore attention towards yourself. Poor girl. If only you knew how perverse your daddy could be and the real reason she invited company over. 

After a few rounds, the big blind circled the table to you, encouraging you to play another hand. You hadn’t won anything at this point, practically feeding your buy-in to each pot. With the smallest stack at the table, you felt like a fish darting around the ocean, just waiting to feel the inevitable jaws of death close around you. A part of you blamed Natasha and her cruel distraction, although you knew you’d play terribly even without it. Agatha, Maria, and Wanda were so hard to read, individually, and even more so when it felt like they were collectively colluding against you; Natasha as well, but you had managed to avoid playing into her. Unfortunately, you couldn’t run from the “shark” for much longer. Somehow, Natasha had managed to clean you out, baiting call after call for her raises that forced you all-in, ending in your loss. You rolled your eyes when she laughed at your clear displeasure; even though you were an awful player, competitiveness wrapped around your heart.

“Sorry, princess,” she teased, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into her lap, “Guess you’re just gonna have to play with me for the rest of the night.” Your cheeks glowed at her boldness, embarrassed at the obvious voyeurism Natasha was apparently unaware of. A few smirks could be seen around the table, but your vision was obscured by your hands, covering your humiliation. Natasha nudged you with the deck of cards, and you shuffled it sloppily, causing a few to slip onto the ground. You could hear a small ‘tsk’ from behind you, and she turned up the vibrations in punishment. A lewd moan escaped your lips, adding fuel to the burning heat rising in your face. 

“God, Romanoff, shut her up will you,” Agatha taunted, egging on Natasha’s exhibition of you. At Agatha’s comment, Natasha slid her chair, and subsequently you, out from the table. 

“Go fetch, baby,” she purred, forcing you onto your knees to grab the cards. Shrinking down, you reached for the loose rectangles, slipping them over to her. You picked up the retriever cards, making a move to stand up, but Natasha's hand stopped you. Your eyes widened at her insinuation, and further more at the unbuckling sound of her belt and the unzipping of her jeans. You shook your head, whispering your humiliated objection, “There’s other people here, Natty.” 

“Oh we don’t mind, bunny,” Wanda cooed, her voice coming from above the table, responding to your shameful worry. You shrunk even more, and Natasha chuckled at her assistance, patting the side of your cheek.

“Did you hear that, sweet girl?” She mocked, cupping the back of your head and driving it to her crotch. “Go on, baby.”

You pulled back hesitantly, looking up at her through the gap between the table and the ground. The strap she wore was big on purpose, the one you knew made you gag the most; it’s almost like Natasha wanted all her friends to hear you make a mess on her strap. 

“You look so cute, honey,” Maria encouraged, breaking the wavering silence, “give us a show?” 

You blushed at her compliment, and then even more at her innuendo. Slowly, you opened your mouth to press your tongue against the tip. The silicone felt heavy in your mouth, but you hollowed your cheeks and began bobbing your head, repressing your moans. The angle of Natasha’s strap pressed the base of her harness into her, pulling a groan from her throat. You could hear a small thud above you, as if someone had dropped something down. 

“My blind for the next round,” Natasha told the table, garnering a few antsy shuffles from your perspective. It wasn’t until they ended the round, the pot going to Agatha, that you realized the little thud was Natasha’s phone, and her bet was your pleasure; you could hear a snarky comment coming from Agatha, followed by an intensity that rivaled the high you received from winning a hand. The deceivingly small toy inside you buzzed to life and hummed almost louder than the wanton moans it elicited from you. Heat flooded your chest and face as a result of the utter mortification you felt. 

“Fuck, baby, your lips look so pretty wrapped around my cock,” Natasha mocked, loosing her fingers in your hair. She moaned at the pleasure caused by your attentive movement; her melodic sounds entranced you, embarrassment fading away. At this moment, you wanted nothing more than to please your daddy. Your needy whines, muffled by her strap, escape your throat and draw out groans from above, reminding you of your current position. The palpable feeling of hunger settled in the balmy silence, save for the clink of chips being moved or cards folded—you, or your sounds in this case, held the attention of every woman seated. 

“Look at me, baby,” Natasha muttered, stealing the focus of your thoughts. She moans as you meet her heavy gaze, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you’re swallowing her cock. “Such a cute girl, aren’t you?”

If your lips weren’t so extensively occupied, you’d smile at her praise. The warmth of it melted the humiliating atmosphere, prodding at you, urging you on. With her right hand fixed on the top of your head, she pulled you to her hilt, until your nose was pressed against her. In your peripheral, you could just about make out Wanda watching your lewd intake of Natasha’s cock, her gaze frozen on the way it disappeared then reappeared. 

“Aren’t you pathetic?” Agatha jeered, her annoyance at losing a hefty sum evident in her remark. “Sucking your daddy off with no shame in front of all her friends?” You reflexively whimpered at her comment, the vulgarity of it sending licks of flame to your face—and to your core, causing your thighs to tighten in an attempt to quell the fire. Natasha notices your abashment, guiding your head down again, this time firmly holding you there. Instinctively, you fight it, throat spamming around the sudden sharp intrusion, but her grip is inert on your skull. 

“Keep at it, princess,” Natasha says, shushing your audible complaints, “Daddy will tell you when you can stop.” Though striking redness remained at your ears, the careful encouragement and steering of Natasha’s hand absorbed your consciousness. Your little gags and whimpers filled the room for minutes that felt like decades, clinging onto the ends of every shallow conversation. Natasha interrupted your worship of her by gently grasping the back of your head, pulling you off her strap with a ‘pop’ from your lips.

“C’mere, sweet girl,” she muttered, sliding her hands beneath your arms to haul you onto her lap. You straddled her with her cock between your legs, sloppy from your prior work. Natasha took in the view, the game fading into the background; you looked delicious, eyes glassy, face peppered with light color, and lips swollen from use. She leaned in for a moment, gaze swiping over your mouth in foreshadow, and then kissed you. You melted into her, steadying yourself with your hands on her shoulders. 

“Up,” Natasha ordered, tapping your thighs. A look of mortification overtook your expression. Sucking her off was one thing, at least you had the table to hide away your shame, but here? Above the cover of safety, where everyone has a full view of your indecency? Your fingers clenched around Natasha, pupils dilating in fear and embarrassment. You shook your head again for the second time tonight, a pleading look filling your face. Natasha tsked, grabbing you by your waist in spite of your refusal. With one hand, she slipped you out of your shorts, lining herself up with your soaking entrance. When you sank down onto her, you could feel every ridge and texture of her strap, consuming your senses. The fullness it forced into you pried a shuttering gasp from the deepest part of your need, and you slammed your eyes shut. You moaned when your ass met her clothed thighs, signifying the depth she had reached. The little toy she slid in you prior to the arrival of her company kissed your cervix, still vibrating on the cruel setting Agatha had left it. Your whines grew, and you had to lean your weight onto her front to find your footing. Natasha wrapped herself around you, arms caressing your backside. 

“Sit like this, all pretty and warming my cock, ‘kay?” Natasha cooed, patting your ass from behind. You nodded, because that was the only thing you could do, and thanked her silently for granting you the grace of your front facing her instead of the others, though your embarrassment was evident in your ears. 

The night continued like normal, save for the wanton moans you muffled in Natasha’s neck caused by her abrupt movements. You thought she was doing it on purpose, but with no real way to prove it, you were left to the mercy of her will. At one point, she passed around her phone again, letting her friends control the moment of your orgasm. Natasha could feel you clenching around her strap at every tantalizing increase or teasing decrease of the toy. You were trembling, and you would’ve crumpled onto the ground if she were not supporting your full weight. Natasha’s hips didn’t jump enough for you to get off, and you made your need very clear.

“Please, please, daddy,” you choked out pleas, clinging to Natasha’s shirt. 

“You’re asking the wrong person, baby,” Natasha smirked, kissing your cheek and nodding pointedly at Wanda, who was currently in possession of her phone. You hid your face in her neck which your arms wrapped around. 

“W-Wanda,” you squeaked out hesitantly, “please, I want more, please.” She smirked at your humiliation, but nonetheless, she enhanced the waves of pleasure.

“Greedy girl,” she teased, moving her thumb up and down, controlling the intensity of the vibrations in your core. You let out tiny gasps in response, hips bucking up, chasing relief.

“P-Please.” The strangled plea narrowly escaped your throat. Your begging had only incited more trouble, and the women watched you hang on the edge for the entire night, poker chips used as betting power towards who had control of your high. Humiliation had long since been forgotten, the haze of chasing your orgasm stealing your focus. You would’ve done anything for them to let you fall apart, as Natasha made it clear she would not be assisting in that department. 

“Aggie, can I please cum,” you whined, now directing your requests toward the current holder of your fate. 

“I don’t know, can you? You seem very able, pet,” she mocked, bringing the intensity as high as the app would let her. You choked on your next breath, and let little ‘ahh’s escape you. 

“May, I- fuck-, may I please cum,” you begged, your grip turning Natasha’s skin an iron white. Agatha chuckled at your desperation.

“Mmm, I think that’s a question for your daddy, don’t you?” You let out an agonizing wail, annoyance at the game the women were forcing you to play. 

“Daddy, daddy, please, daddy,” you spluttered out, the intensity of the toy affecting your ability to form any other word. Natasha grinned devilishly, heartlessly withholding her permission. Instead, she left little kisses on your sweat-lined forehead, pulling your hair out of your face.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” she murmured against your skin, finally granting you the ability to freefall. You felt as if the world had folded in on itself, outside becoming in, and then suddenly, nothing. Natasha could feel the spasms of your walls and thighs, your fluids coating her cock and ruining her jeans. She soothed over your skin as you came down, whispering sweet praises into you. 

You laid motionlessly, slumped against her, blinking in slow recovery. The others had resorted to cleaning up, putting away the chips, or bringing you a glass of water. Natasha thanked Maria for you, as you held yourself up to drink with all the strength that remained. As everyone funneled out for the night, Agatha winked at you as she slid out the door, leaving you with one last remark. 

“Thanks for the entertainment, pet.”

He’s sat in the chair directly across from where you stood, his eyes not leaving you. You’re standing between Reed and Sue, the squeaking of his marker making Johnny close his eyes in disagreement. It’s so antagonizing just.. knowing each frantic erase meant adding more time to the meeting. You felt heat on your back, sending a shiver through your body. Ben glances at you, opening his mouth to comment on your sudden movement, but shut his mouth. Maybe you just got a chill?

Your eyes flicker up as Reed spoke, looking at Johnny. He’s slouched in the chair, legs spread with his head tilted to the side a little. One elbow is propped up on the armrest, fiddling with a paperclip, and the other arm is laid on his lap lazily. His eyes are locked, glaring as he focused on you. He looked like he commanded the room, he radiated power. Power he used on you.

Reed hums, another idea coming to him, because of course it is. He’s only the smartest man in the universe. “So, if we take this route, we run the risk of getting intercepted from the one way exit. It’s easy and secure until we get there. Anyone have any ideas they would like to add?”

You cleared your throat, preparing to propose another idea, “We could split up. If we get intercepted, at least it wouldn’t be all of us. This way, the others could come around and hit them from behi-,” your voice catches, cutting you off as warmth caresses your inner thigh. Your eyes closed, mouth snapping shut to prevent yourself from moaning in front of the team. “Honey, are you okay? Do you need some water?,” Sue comments, placing a hand on your shoulder. You took a deep breath, before looking to her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just feeling a little under the weather. Thank you though,” you lie, giving her a grateful look. You felt horrible lying to her, knowing her genuine concern for you, but you couldn’t let anyone, let alone her, know that her brother was teasing you during a very important meeting. She nods, returning the smile before both of you move your eyes back to the map in front of you. You take one more glance up to Johnny, who’s now looking to the ground as he now spun a pen around in his fingers. He’s pretending to be bored by it all, but he’s now heavily intrigued in this meeting as he tries to to get you hot and bothered.

He’s succeeding.

He knows he is.

It’s not like he’s never saw you like this. Just this time, it’s more interesting to see you revel under his touch, as you try to shrug it off.

“I like that idea. The next time they come back, we’ll be ready for them. I appreciate you and your team working with us, you’ve been more than helpful. Now, about sending a few of us through this building— what are your plans to hit them in the dark?,” Reed asks, now switching to a tablet, showing the blueprints to a warehouse. One where you plan for Yelena, Ava, and Walker to take out a group in the dark. Your body has calmed down, your voice now strong again as you point at the tablet.

“If we send Ghost through here, she can hit the transmission and knock the power out. I’ve read up on the building’s power lines. If she does it correctly, we’re looking at the power being rerouted. It would take at least 3 minutes for the generator to start up, and the alarms wouldn’t trigger if we cut the wire to them first. Saying she does this right, it would give Yelena and Walker time to take them out in the dark, significantly lessening the blow on the rest of us. I’ve seen their work before in a similar situation, at an O.X.E facility. They’re perfectly capable for a job like this,” your voice firm, confident in your team as you pitched the idea to him. Reed nods his head, tapping his fingers on the table. Sue and Ben exchange a look of approval, trusting your judgment.

“Are we looking at any guards? Anything possibly unprecedented that we should take into consideration?” You nod at Reed, before zooming into the map. “This building, last year, had some suspicious activity. There were some guards that came and went. Some days there were none, others rotated ever so often. Just last month, I spotted a handful of them going in and out. Their gear was unmarked, but,” you voice falters. Heat ignited between your legs, right at your core, making you grip the table and shut your eyes tight. “Are you okay? It seems like you’re not doing the best,” Ben comments. He’s noticed your moments of weakness during the meeting, but after three times it’s more concerning than he thought. Through clouded eyes from the tears threatening to fill your eyes from the stimulation, you look at him and nod. He stares at you for a moment, before turning around to grab a thermos of water. You looked at Johnny, who’s looking at you blankly, eyes slightly dark, and he mouths:

“Keep. Talking.”

The rest of the team are busy looking through files, giving you time to mouth a reply back.

“Stop. Teasing. Me.”

He smirks, tapping his foot slightly.

“Make me. I dare you.”

You shake your head in frustration. He won’t back down. He’s going to tease you until this hell of a meeting ends. No one noticed how your hands grip the table so tight that it creaks and your knuckles turn white, or how you’d unconsciously made a face of pleasure as you looked down at the map again.

Well, Johnny noticed. And it made him want to make you suffer more.

Your legs pressed together, feeling the warmth from before travel in circles around your center. You looked back at him from the table, noticing the pen from before was now bit between his teeth, as a small flame came from his fingers in your direction, slowly making the motions of rubbing you. He stood up from his chair, placing the pen on the desk beside him, before walking around the table and behind you. He reached around you, hand extending to grab a sheet on the table, as his other slides around your hip and into your pants, going between your legs. His fingers rub slow, painful circles around your clothed pussy as he keeps the façade of reading up. His breath was hot on your neck, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering:

“That’s it, baby. Be good for me. You’re so wet. Interrupt the meeting or have attitude with me again, and I’ll drag you right out of here to remind you how to listen to me.”

A small moan escapes you without warning, and he kisses your neck before harshly cupping your center, then removing his hand from you. He takes the papers he was “looking at” back to his chair, propping himself up again in the same way he was before: one hand preoccupied as the other was free, ready to tease you again at any moment. Your knees buckled, yearning for his touch to come back to you. Everyone else was heavily into looking through files, talking amongst themselves. You could be helping them, but there’s no way you’re in the right mind to do so. Not when you’ve got Johnny Storm, the universe’s hottest man, watching you like your prey as he thrives in your agony. Just as you thought he was done teasing you for now, the heat against your core returned. You’re struggling to keep quiet, knowing you cannot give into this. A smirk formed on his mouth as he watched you writhe oh-so-subtlety, your eyes following each movement his fire-lit fingers made. You’re lucky your knees haven’t given out, and that everyone is still looking through their plans and information. You looked at him again, eyes glaring before you rolled them, pleasure and frustration taking over. Johnny’s flame extinguished, hand moving to take the pen out of his mouth. His smirk falls, and he ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’s at you, shaking his head. Now you’ve gotten more attitude with him, and he told you what he’d do. He placed the paper beside him on the desk, moving to stand up. Then, he stops.

“We’re missing some files, Reed. I’ll have to go through the system and see what I can find,” Sue interrupts the silence, turning around. Ben agrees, with some of the blueprints he’d been going through being too outdated to be a trustworthy piece of data. Reed nods again, before clearing his throat.

“Alright, we’ll call it for now. Everyone, do what you can to find more up-to-date information and layouts. Meet back here tonight around 8,” he declared, his leadership coursing through this voice. He pushed his glasses up, before grabbing the tablet and folder with one hand, and reaching the other out to Sue to guide her to the office. Ben follows suit, taking a thick portfolio with him, heading off to the another part of the Baxter Building. The door shuts, the silence was deafening. The chair creaked as Johnny stood up, making his way over to you. You turn so your back is against the table, though not looking at him.

“You’ve got an attitude today, huh?,” his voice calm, concerningly calm as he stood in front of you. Instead of playing into his words, you let some of your frustration take hold of your actions and you ignore him. You move from the table, walking away from him and towards the door. You don’t hear him coming up behind you, until the door slams shut before you could make it through the frame. You turn to face him, and his body is so close to you that you’re practically pressed against his. He locks the door, sliding the hand up your body and around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, it’s not a tight grip. It’s a reminder of who’s in charge. It’s warm, passionate, controlling.

“I told you to keep that attitude in check, didn’t I?”

He pushed against your neck a little more, the slightest ounce of pressure now tightening your airways.

“You want to go against my orders? You better be ready to take what comes with it, sweetheart.”

Thoughts run in your mind. You could answer him and let him take you now, ending your desire for him after the tantalizing hour-long meeting— or, you could keep being a brat to him to see what really pushes him over the edge. Yeah, that seems like the right one. Your eyes glare at him, “I don’t have to listen to you. It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands off me. You even have to use your powers against me because you can’t help yourself.”

“Oh, honey, I know how to keep my hands to myself. There you were, so damn interested in your little plan, I just had to make it interesting for me,” his voice low, face dangerously close to yours. So close, you could kiss him with the slightest movement of your head. But you’re not going to. You’ve got more fight in you.

“I tried to ignore you. I told you to quit teasing me.”

“And I told you to behave or else.”

“Yeah. Or else what?”

That was it. That pushed him. His other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly above your head, as the hand around your neck pressed even tighter.

“You really want to find out, princess? Because right now, I really want to bend you over that table and fuck some sense into you.. remind you who you belong to and who you’re gonna listen to. All because you didn’t want to behave today,” he growled, voice darker than you’d ever heard it sound. He let go of the hand holding your wrist, moving it down to your pants to start unbuttoning them. Maybe one more snarky reply wouldn’t hurt.

“It’s not my fault you have no self control.” His hand left your neck and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. “I’d be real careful if I were you, sweetheart. You keep it up and I’ll have the entire building know how much of a brat you’re being.” Your eyes stare into his darkened orbs, the look matching his intimidating one. The hold on your jaw tightens, stopping you from sneaking another remark in. “You really want me to stop teasing you? Fine. You asked for it.”

He picks you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the table in the middle of the meeting room. He basically throws you down on the table, face first. Your hands are beside your head, reaching straight out in front of you. He makes quick work of your pants and underwear, pushing them down in one solid move. He glides his hands up your waist, up to your arms to grab you by the wrists. With one hand, he holds them behind your back.

“Think you can listen to me now?”

You shake your head no. His snarls are loud, and you could swear you felt his body temperature raise. The grip holding your wrists together stays steady, but his movements stop. It was silent, too silent. You turned your head to look back at him, before feeling his hand push your head back down. His breathing slowly got louder, matching your racing heartbeat. He’s thinking about something. Then, he huffs.

His palm lands on your bare ass with a loud, sharp crack. It burns, but not the way a normal slap does. He smacked your ass while his hand was ablaze.

“Count,” he demanded, the words falling from his mouth were laced with desire.

The smack burned, the pain of the hit made it worse. You couldn’t really process it, before he spoke again.

“Count,” he ordered again, voice deeper as he felt anticipation charging in his veins.

“One,” you finally muttered out, teeth gritted together.

“Louder. I can’t hear you.”

“One.” You spoke with as much stability as you could muster.

“Good girl,” he praised, rubbing the red print on your ass.

With each strike, his hand warmed more and more, and the pain was almost too much, but not enough that it wasn’t still the hottest punishment you’d ever received. Literally.

By the 6th smack, your voice had fallen to a light whimper. You can almost tell the way he’s looking at you with each hit. There’s no smirk, no smile. Just a focused look on you, mouth open in admiration for how you’re doing as he says, with his teeth gritting after he landed each one.

“Now you’re behaving me, huh?,” he bends over your back, lips close to your ear, “It’s a little too late for that, sweetheart.”

He leans back up, rubbing his warm hand over the prints he’d left on you, light burns and palm shaped welp marks overlapping each other.

“Now, you’re gonna keep listening to me, correct?”

You nod quickly, eager for his next move.

“You’re not going to come until I say you can. Not until you tell me who you belong to. Do you understand?” His voice is strong. Commanding. Controlling.

The sheer power in his voice brought shivers back down your spine. He’d never been this dominant. Sure, there were times, more often than not, that he had control over you in the bedroom. That was just Johnny’s nature. But this? You have yourself to blame for this. Had you just listened, he’d not been this powerful over you. Not to say that’s a bad thing, not at all. Hell, you were enjoying this.

Your breath is shaky, not really having it in you to respond.

“Hmm? Do you?”

You nod you head, but that’s not enough for Johnny.

He lets go of your wrists and at the same time, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you harshly up to him.

“Say it.”

“J-Johnny..”

Another harsh smack to your ass, hotter than the previous ones.

“Say. It.”

“I’m yours, Johnny. Only yours. I’m yours..” you quickly whimper out, the whiniest and most pathetic your voice has sounded the entire night.

“There it is. Now, you’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl.”

He unzipped his pants, pulling them, alongside his underwear, down to his ankles.

He rubbed his cock a few times before lining it up with your absolutely soaked pussy. As he pushed in, the heat from his body had you clench around him, your exposed core was cold in comparison. He pushed your head back down, grip never faltering on your hair. His other hand holds onto your hips, bracing himself so his thrusts hit as hard and as deep as he could possible get them to go.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried out, each thrust hitting that spot. Your hands reach to grab something to hold onto, one finding some sheets of paper to grip and the other holds one of Johnny’s wrists as they’re holding tight onto your hair. Your moans are more whiny than anything, showing Johnny just how desperate you were for this.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all for me. That’s good,” he praises, disguising his moans with the words. You could barely make what he said out over the sound of your uncontrollable whines of pleasure.

He gripped ever so slightly tighter on your hair, using it as a reign to pull your body into each of his thrusts. Fuck, does he want to make you come now, but he also wants to tease you just a little more.

He pulls out of you, causing you to let out a sad moan, immediately missing the feeling of how he felt.. He tugged on your hair, bringing your weak body to a stand. Letting go, he turned you around to face him, lifting your arms, and removing your shirt before taking his own off. His eyes scan up and down your exposed chest, revealing in the beauty before him. He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to sit in the table.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed, your lust-filled eyes driving him insane. He wastes no time, grabbing the hair at the top of your head and fucks his fingers into your mouth. Your eyes start to close, and he yanks your hair to bring your gaze back to his.

“Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on mine.”

It’s hard. You’re already getting exhausted, but you don’t want it to end and neither does he. You’re enjoying your punishment. His fingers go deep into your mouth, just almost enough to make you gag, but he knows your limits. He respects them, even when he’s fucking the shit out of you like he is tonight. There’s the unspoken trust the two of you share. Sure, he may be an asshole, tonight more than usual, but in your relationship he wanted you to trust him. He treated you like a princess, worshipping the ground you walked on, respecting you even in your deepest, most sensual moments like this.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, taking his hand down to your pussy. The two fingers slid in perfectly, reaching as far back as he can, curving as much as can, as quick as he can. Your hands hold onto his shoulder, head buried into his neck as he uses you for his own viewing pleasure. “Fuuuck, Johnny, please, let me- ughhhhhh,” you growned. He stopped again.

“I told you, not until I say so. I thought you understood?,” you did. But you couldn’t control it, not when his warm fingers were as deep into your cunt as the were, his breath blowing straight onto your face as he moaned in safisfaction. By now, tears were filling your eyes from the many times you were denied pleasure, denied your desperately needed release.

You wanted to respond, but you just couldn’t form coherent words, stuttering over the same few sounds. The two fingers from your core are brought to his mouth, as he looked you dead in the eyes, licking your slick off of them. Then, you felt a slight smack to your face. Warm, as he uses his powers against you for the seemingly thousandth time tonight.

“Are you going to answer me? Do. You. Understand?,” he questioned you. He knew you did, but he was addicted to the way you were already losing it from the relentless teasing.

“Yes.. Yes, I understand,” you whimpered out.

“Good girl.. That’s what I thought,” his hand moved back down to your throbbing core, rubbing it lightly.

“A little reward for you. Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Mmm-hmm, it.. sure does.. Johnny,” you whisper out, pleasure numbing your responses.

He hums back, kissing your forehead. He was giving you a break, reminding you that despite how harsh he’s been tonight, he still wants you to feel loved. It’s a small gesture, but there’s an understanding between you two. It’s short, sweet, refreshing.

He stops his movements, taking his hand away and moving it to your hip.

“Please, Johnny, I.. I..” you whine, leaning forward to nuzzle your head against his bare chest. He knows exactly what you want, and what you’re trying to say to him.

“You think you deserve it? After mouthing off at me? You need my cock buried inside you? The one belonging to the man you smart-assed?”

“Yes, yes I do. I’m so sorry, Johnny. I’ll be a good girl for you,” you promised. The levels of desire and yearning were taking over you, making you say whatever got you closer to finally getting to come.

He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you off his chest.

“You promise you’ll be good? If you’re not, you’re going to make me ruin you all over again. And you wouldn’t want all that, would you?”

Vigorously shaking your head no, you tilted your head to look at him, using your best puppy-dog eyes.

“There’s not an ounce of fight or attitude left in you, is there? Looks like my job is almost done,” he noted, knowing you’re both more than ready to receive the full extent of your punishment.

“Ruin me, Johnny. Please. I need you,” your voice is small, but he heard you perfectly fine. He taps your legs, signaling them to open farther, running his hands down your body before stopping one at your hips.

“No, sweetheart, you don’t get to need me. You’re going to take what I give you. You got that?”

“Yes, mm-hmm, yes.” You’re not sure how much more desperate you could sound, but you’re more than overdue his touch, and you’re willing to do anything to relieve yourself.

His other hand holds the back of your neck, bracing you as his slams into you in one rough thrust. It’s desperate, it’s aggressive, it’s needy. Just like you.

Your moans are loud, echoing off the walls and right back into your ears. You can barely hear his grunts under the sound of your own cries of pleasure.

“Oh, baby, that’s it. Yeah.. that’s it. Take everything I’m giving you. Taking it all so good… my sweet girl.”

He doesn’t set a pace, a rhythm, anything. It’s just him fucking you as hard and as much as he can get from you. By now, you’re overstimulated and haven’t even gotten your release. You know it’s coming, and part of you doubts you’ll get it— that he’ll pull back out of you again and ruin your orgasm, much like he’s ruined you all night.

He’s denied you, teased you, fucked you, fingered you, everything. There’s not much else you could take if he were to pull out of you. Hell, you’d probably come just from the thought of it all.

“Fuck, you’ve got the tightest fucking body. You knew what you were doing, huh?”

You didn’t respond. You weren’t even going to try this time.

Another slap to the face; not hard, not too painful. Just enough to bring you back to him. The flames flickered off his hand as his touched your skin. You hadn’t even noticed the heat.

“Didn’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” is all you could muster.

“Look at you. You’re so beautiful when you’re fucked stupid. I don’t even have to move,” he abruptly stops his thrusts, and you don’t even notice for a second— your hips are rocking back at his without knowing, “See? You’re so lost in it all.”

He picked his thrusting back up, moving his hand from your neck, and to your other hip. You put your arms over his shoulders, holding your body closer to his as to keep yourself braced. You’re close— dangerously close.

“I can’t anymore, Johnny, I’m.. I’m gonna..”

“You want to come, sweetheart? Who do you belong to?”

“Mmmm, I’m yours, Johnny, I’m forever yours,” you croak out, voice hoarse and throat hurting from the now hours of teasing and denial.

“Good girl… such a good girl. Come for me, baby,” he finally said. After what seemed like forever, your release was here.

And you’re destroyed. Your body shakes as your nails scratch at Johnny’s back, the intense wave of your orgasm driving you insane. You practically convulse as your moans are nothing short of loud, hoarse whines.

He comes inside you, and had you not felt the warmth of it filling you up, you wouldn’t have been in the right mind to know it happened. The combined symphony of your moans and his bounced off the walls of the room, the silence holding the two of you making it all more sensual. Your body is shaking, hips involuntarily jerking as he’s still inside you. The feeling of his warm cock has you clenching him, and he’s still moaning at each one. You feel his hands run up your body, holding your arms and pulling back to look at your face.

“That’s my girl, you did so good- hey, are you okay?”

You feel one of his hands rub at your eye. You’re crying, and you didn’t even notice.

It’s not from pain, or agony, or anything of the sort.

You’re just downright exhausted. You went through hours of denial and to finally be granted the okay to let it all go? Yeah, you’re absolutely spent.

“I’m okay, just overwhelmed,” you laughed, giving him a small smile, “that was a lot.”

He pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You can hear his heart thumping still, letting you know that he needed this almost as bad as you did.

“Easy, princess, I got you. Just breathe with me, okay?” He kisses your forehead again, before setting a steady breathing pattern for you to follow. A hand runs through your sweaty hair, lightly scratching your scalp as an act of comfort.

You hum in content, kissing his chest as a ‘thank you.’

“Did I go too far? Was I too rough on you, baby?”

At first you didn’t respond, trying to focus on keeping your breathing steady so you wouldn’t just lay back and pass out.

“Baby, tell me. I’m worried now, did I do too much?”

He feels your head slowly shake against his chest, and he let out sigh, relief showering him. He didn’t even think during most of it, neither did you; you were just living in the moment of it, too caught up in the tension to have anything else run through your mind. Now that you both were recovering, his voice matched yours; hoarse and spent.

“It was amazing, honey. Perfect, even,” you spoke against his skin, before kissing up his chest and to his neck, each one filled with love and reassurance.

“Thank God,” he said with a long sigh, “look at me.”

You obliged, looking up at his face. He’s so handsome like this— the level of care and comfort he gave you after each private session where you showed each other the amount of trust and love you shared. It was raw, it was.. always so perfect. Johnny may be an asshole, and yeah he’s got his moments with you. But he’d never want to hurt you, and deep down he knew that you’d let him know if he did. And tonight, despite the rough demeanor, you both knew you trusted each other, and would be reassuring if the other ever doubted.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You did so good, always so perfect. You’re such a strong woman. I love you, so damn much.”

And just like that, the tears threaten to fall again. This time from the love you felt for him. He rested his forehead against yours, taking in the peaceful silence left between you too. You took his chin in your hand, bringing him in for a kiss. One filled with more love, more reassurance, more trust, more than anything the two of you had voiced tonight.

“If I ever push you to your limits, or I hurt you, or.. if anything ever feels wrong, you’ll let me know, right?”

You nod, putting your forehead against his shoulder.

“Of course I will. Never once have I or did I feel like you would. I trust you, Johnny. I always will. I love you with all of my heart.”

A few moments of silence pass, before he goes to move, finally pulling out of you. Your core throbs at the loss of what felt like a perfect puzzle piece. Johnny puts his clothes back on, and walks across the room to gather the pieces of your clothing that he threw. He offered you his hand, and you hopped off the table. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you almost, legs weak as water.

“Woah, woah, woah, I gotcha.” He lifted you back onto the table, helping you redress as much as he could without you standing. “You sure you can walk? Or do I need to carry you?”

“I got this, watch me,” you playfully rolled your eyes, before hopping off the table once again, a little sturdier this time, buttoning your pants. Standing was one thing, but actually walking? Yeah.. that’s not happening right now.

“Okay, I’m carrying you. Come on, sweetheart.” He muttered to himself as he bent down to carry you. You yelped in surprise as he lifted you, carrying you bridal style to the door.

“You know, one day I’ll be carrying you through a doorway just like this, except it’ll be on our wedding day.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. There was one thing that many people agreed on: Johnny Storm was not marriage material.

You never expected him to say anything about that— ever. You were content with just being with him, married or not. But to hear him say those words? That one day the two of you will get married? It made your heart swell.

“Oh, really, now? You’ve thought that far ahead?”

“Of course I have. I would love nothing more than to grow old you with, baby.”

The two of you come to a stop as you arrive at Johnny’s room, and he puts you down for a second to unlock the door.

“Like this,” he states, picking you up again and crossing into his bedroom. Your head just barely hits the frame, and he stops, frantically making sure you’re okay. You’re laughing, and the look of panic on his face somehow makes it even funnier. He watched you crack yourself up with a loving smile, just thinking about how much he adored you.

After the two of you finally got into his room, he sat you down at the edge of the bed and went to run a bath. Once you both relaxed in the warm water for what seemed to be forever, you both got ready for some well deserved rest, and nestled into his bed.

You’re curled up into his side, your head on his chest, ready to doze off before you heard him speak.

“You okay?”

“Mm-hmm, just tired is all. I’m more than okay,” you promised, nodding your head against his warm chest.

“Tired from what? Having so much attitude or getting what you deserved for an hour?”

Ah, there it was. There’s the Johnny you knew. Now, not to get it misconstrued or anything, you loved when Johnny had his soft, romantic side. But this? This version of Johnny is what you loved the most. His sarcastic, joking manner. You flicked his chest, laughing slightly. His grip on you tightened, starting to laugh with you.

A few moments pass of you both just taking in the peace and comfort of being in the presence of one another.

“You really do trust me, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. With my life, Johnny.”

He doesn’t reply, not immediately. You feel him nod, and the hand on your arm rubs up and down.

“There’s no one else on this Earth I’d rather spend my life with.”

He opens his mouth, ready to hit you with another joke, but he stops himself.

“Get some sleep, you deserve it. I got you, sweetheart.”

You nestle closer, and Johnny pulls the sheets up farther up over the two of you. Listening to his heartbeat as the calm, grounding sound echoed in your ear, you drifted off into sleep, in the arms of the man you loved more than life itself.

You don't remain hidden beneath the covers for long, the urge of going back to sleep gradually fading each second your eyes stayed open and in sunlight. Sliding off the bed in one swift movement you slide your slippers on, rubbing your eyes to rid the crust in the inner corners.

You knock twice against the bathroom door before opening it, your boyfriend's smile in the reflection of the mirror greeting you. Toothpaste foamed around his lips, making him look all the more cute.

"Hey, I'm sorry–Did I wake you up?" He spoke, turning around to face you as he brought his toothbrush to his mouth and began to scrub the bristles against his teeth.

"No..you didn't." You sighed, a small smile curling the corner of your lips. You took a step closer, reaching your hand up to play with his hair–a few stray strands covering his forehead like bangs.

His own smile grew wider as your fingers combed through his hair, the small gesture making his heart skip a beat.

"Why'd you wake up so soon today anyways hm?" You hummed, not missing the way his grip grew tighter around his toothbrush, how his eyes looked anywhere but at you while you scratched just above his ear.

It wasn't fair. It was too early for your affections. Especially when he really wanted to reciprocate them.

With extreme reluctance he turned around and spit out the paste, hastily washing the remnants of it on his mouth.

"Decorating–Remember?" He replied, looking back at you as he ran his toothbrush under water, washing it of the last bits of toothpaste.

Right. Decorating! You remember faintly mentioning buying a new wreath and ornaments for Christmas, but you'd forgotten about it yourself. Clearly Peter didn't.

"Yeah, I remember.." you mumbled, watching him put back his brush into the holder with a soft clink before patting his face dry with a small towel.

Peter didn't waste a second before grabbing you, hands around your waist so tight like the moment was timed. "Oh yeah you do? You totally remember?" He chuckled, peppering quick, teasing kisses all over your cheek–humming against your skin like it was revenge for your little scalp massage earlier.

The giggles that left your throat were uncontrollable, your attempts in getting him to back off futile as he pressed his lips against your own, his soft lips rendering you weak.

"I'm gonna ruin your minty fresh breath.' you whispered jokingly, earning a small laugh from him. "I'll be alright–I've handled worse."

"Oh right, Spider-Man." You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck just as he began to pull away.

"Yeah, the same Spider-Man that swung down and got you all those pink ornaments–discounted generously may I add for a guy who saves the day." He rebutted, his smile melting into a smirk as your smile widened.

"Oh how can I ever repay you, my hero?"

"Another kiss wouldn't hurt" He shrugged all causally, sliding his fingers down your sides to your back, bringing you flush against him.

"Funny, funny boy." You giggled, booping his nose like a little puppy. His head dramatically fell forward at your denial, his breath ghosting over your nose.

"What happend to decorating, hm?"

"You're a tease." He murmured, giving your waist a small squeeze before finally letting up.

You simply smiled in response, leaning over to grab your own toothbrush. "I'll come down in a bit, alright?"

"You mean you'll strategically come down after I'm done setting up the tree so you can do the fun part?"

"Tomato toh-mah-toh!"

"Awh, Peter!!" You squealed, met with the sight of him bent over, fixing up the bottom of the tree all handy dandy. Maybe those hands weren't just for shooting webs all over after all.

His head lifted up almost immediately at the sound of your voice, his expression a mix of faux annoyance and amusement. "Right on time. I just happened to get the tree all set up for ornaments."

You smiled teasingly, walking over with a little pep in your step. "Oh my handsome, handy boy–thank you!"

He rolled his eyes but his own smile betrayed him, his arms instinctively going out for your waist as you got closer to him.

"Yeah, you're welcome."

"Dork."

"Shut up." You snorted, knocking him down with a playful shove–one he took the opportunity to dramatize immensely.

"I hope you realized who you just pushed."

"Who? A geeky band kid?"

His lips parted for a moment–truly speechless, his face glowing a faint pink.

"I quit a while ago!" He retorted, but it was clear who had won. "Besides..I was gonna say Spider-Man.." he grumbled beneath his breath, pushing himself up before grabbing a few ornaments, beginning to place them upon the tree.

"Oh sorry, Spider-Man." You chuckled, taking a little globe ornament striped gold and pink, toying with it.

He rolled his eyes one last time before he was quickly attacked, your body over his, both of you laughing like you couldn't physically stop. It was like something had suddenly possessed you and you just couldn't help but be completely in love with Peter in that moment–decorations be damned.

The tree did eventually get done–a little later than usual, but it was done nonetheless, and the whole time it was nothing but laughter and giggles. Little quips and comments, teasing banter–fighting like an old married couple on where the candycane ornament went and if a jesus one was appropriate at the bottom.

It was a supposedly mundane task turned into something of a date, the simplest of things–another thing on your to-do list turned into an unforgettable memory.

"You're exhausting." Peter mumbled, though you both knew he didn't mean it, and even if you didn't–his palm on your lower back, gently massaging your skin would've said otherwise anyways.

You laid on top of him, face pressed into the crook of his neck like a baby clinging onto it's mother. The picture of comfort.

"I'm fun." You corrected, pressing your lips against his skin dramatically with a wet "pop!" that made him burn up.

"S-sure." He murmured, his attempt at sarcasm futile as you laughed–once again.

"Next year, I'm doing this without you." He huffed, pressing particularly harshly into your flesh.

You looked up at him, raising a brow as if daring him to go on. "Oh yeah? Then who'll help you put the star on top?"

"You're an inch taller! An inch!" He groaned, quickly quieting down once your lips met his. You felt his body go weak almost instantly, melting into you like butter. Peter was all bark no bite anyways..

"An inch is an inch." You teased, a low chuckle leaving your lips as his fingers dug into your skin as if he was physically restraining himself–

"I guess I'll have to keep you around then. Just for the star."

"Just for the star?"

"Just for the star."

"We'll see, Peter."

personal favourites - 💗

friday night dinner by @love-chx // roommate!series // fluff // jealous!joaquin 💗 your roommate ambushes you in your own home with congressman bucky and captain america sam. chaos ensues as joaquin convinces you to let them stay for dinner.

tell me i'm your national anthem by @love-chx // roommate!series // fluff 💗 fourth of july party

stakeout by @sunsburns // fluff // bestfriends-to-lovers, slight jealous!joaquin 💗

only you, only you by @of-apollo // fluff // pbjj!au, mutual pining 💗 You and Joaquin have spent a long time dancing around your feelings for each other. It doesn’t help that he might just be the most oblivious man alive. Luckily, your friends are relentless in their efforts to get you together.

swimming pools by @mindfulsweetheart // fluff // pbjj!au 💗 joaquín takes care of you after a night out with friends leads you right to his doorstep.

gazes by @joaquinwhorres // fluff, suggestive // mutual pining 💗 It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

only exes in the building by @snoopysupe // fluff, angst // exes-to-lovers, mutual pining 💗 you only had two months left on your lease with your ex

Nobody Gets Me by @sortagaysortahigh // angst, hurt/no comfort, no happy ending // exes, jealous!joaquin 💗 Getting married young had its risks, unfortunately for you and Joaquin, that marriage didn't work out, it's been years since you've been in contact, so why do your hearts still ache?

trick or treating by @magicalqueennightmare // fluff // established relationship You and Joaquin take Sarah's boys trick or treating for her

A Hard Day by @emeraldserenade // fluff // roommate!au, friends-to-lovers You had a hard day and Joaquín's there for you

Meeting the Roommates by @everydaydreamer // fluff // pbjj!au, slight jealous!joaquin, established relationship Joaquin, your boyfriend, brings you over and introduces you to his roommates.

clueless by @munsonify // fluff // friends-to-lovers you and joaquin are practically dating, and the only people who don’t seem to realize that is you two.

Miss Possessive by @petertingle-yipyip // fluff // jealous!reader So what if you were a little possessive? No one got hurt.

The 5 Times Joaquín's Outfits Left You Speechless (and the one time you returned the favour) by @mrs-elsie-barnes // fluff, slight angst // coworkers Joaquín absolutely loves showing off in front of you, but he doesn't have to try hard to leave your mouth dry and your brain void of words. You're fairly sure he's just teasing, until his accident forces your feelings to the fore.

figure me out by @utopeian // fluff, angst, hurt/comfort // friends-to-lovers, jealous!reader Being jealous and avoidant was no fun, but it was definitely one way to get with the guy you've been pining over for years.

Bed Chem by @sunshine-lux // fluff, extremely suggestive the four times you made Joaquin speechless and the one time he got you back!

plus one by @fireinmoonshot // fluff, suggestive // established relationship You help Joaquín get ready for a gala that he and Sam are attending – though because of the 'no plus ones' rule, Joaquín would rather stay with you instead... and he intends to convince you to let him.

means i care by @flowersforbucky // fluff, slight angst // friends-to-lovers, pining, enhanced!reader "You were dead, Joaquín. Your heart wasn't beating when I pulled you from that water." He grins, taking your hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Well, it’s beating now. Because of you. But what’s new? My heart always beats for you.”

hover by @peterparkive // fluff, slightly suggestive // jealous!joaquin, established relationship you just want to enjoy one good night out with your friends, your boyfriend, and some dangerously good cocktails—but some guys never learned to take a hint. luckily for you, joaquin’s never been shy when it comes to reminding everyone that you’re completely and utterly spoken for

oh, so pathetic! by @of-apollo // fluff // college!au, situationship!au, jealous!joaquin Both you and Joaquin think that you’re more than happy with whatever you have being undefined. And then, Joaquin is the first to crumble (quite pathetically) and confess everything when he sees you flirting with someone else at a party.

Project Aphrodite by @happypopcornprincess // fluff, slight angst // holiday!au When the Avengers get tired of watching you and Joaquin dance around your feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands.

"I Don't Know If I Wanna Be You or Him." by @dameronspector // fluff You finally get a chance to meet your idol. Your boyfriend is a massive fan as well. The two of you have a blast and receive an offer that you wouldn't dream of passing on. Joaquin experiences a confusing mix of emotions and you, Sam and Joaquin get the celebrity treatment.

everything, everywhere by @myladybelle // fluff, angst, suggestive // bestfriends-to-lovers, mutual pining being long-distance best friends with joaquín isn’t easy now that you’re on different teams. the more you talk, tease, and lean on each other, the clearer it becomes that friendship might not be enough for you anymore.

forget it by @sunsburns // angst with happy ending // exes-to-lovers reuniting with ex!joaquín after his near death experience, but you’re the nurse assigned to his care after he gets out of surgery. you broke up a couple years ago because of your very demanding careers, and you don’t see him until you realize they put YOU on babysitting duty to nurse him back to health, yikes!

Sunshine by @sortagaysortahigh // fluff, suggestive // enemies-to-lovers, grumpy x sunshine, college!au, pining Joaquin Torres had a reputation to upkeep, one that wasn't entirely accurate, but it was easier to fake the front. Or at least it was, until he realized he was falling for you, but you wanted nothing to do with that version of him OR Joaquin Torres pins after you, showing you who he really is, and you finally let him in.

smut warning below! 18+ mdni!

fall apart by @moonlight-pro // smut // established relationship 💗 distractions were best kept under wraps. even as joaquin blindly allowed you to toy with him at the worst possible moment. OR giving joaquin nasty head during his phone call with sam.

concentrate by @joequiinn // smut // established relationship 💗 You're stuck on an important business call, and Joaquin is making it incredibly difficult to stay focused...

roommate's helping hand by @jordiemeow // smut // roommate!au 💗 after his injury in cabnw, he’s super horny but it hurts his arm to jerk off :( so ofc reader notices how moody he is from being so pent up and he begs them to help him when confronted

Taste by @sortagaysortahigh // smut, fluff, slight angst // exes-to-lovers 💗 Desk duty at the Avengers compound was simple work, but throw in your obnoxious ex-boyfriend Joaquin, and a plant from a different planet, and you have a whole other problem on your hands.

you've got mail by @love-chx // roommate!series // smut, fluff, angst // jealous!reader 💗 when joaquin gets a letter from an old friend from bootcamp, some unsuspecting feelings start to arise in you—feelings that you didn’t think you had for your dear roommate. you try to brush it off, to return to some semblance of normalcy in your shared home. but when joaquin sends you pictures from his catch up with his dear old friend, something hot and possessive stirs inside of you. and this time, you can’t ignore it.

Already Best Friends by @cursedheartsclub // smut, fluff // friends-to-lovers, roommate!au. jealous!joaquin, pining 💗

almost wasn't by @cursedheartsclub // smut, fluff, slight angst // friends-to-lovers, mutual pining 💗 You and Joaquin have been best friends since the Air Force—shoulders pressed side by side through deployments, shitty rations, late-night confessions, and every almost that never became something more. You’ve seen him fall in and out of love. He’s seen you pretend you don’t need more than friendship. You date other people. You go on double dates. But every time, you end up right back next to each other—too close, too familiar, too full of everything you won’t say. Until one night, everything breaks open. And it turns out, the only thing worse than wanting him all this time… is realizing he’s always wanted you too.

safehouse by @geminiwritten // smut, fluff // slight jealous!joaquin 💗 you're an ex-assassin trained by hawkeye and black widow, and your old friend sam needs your help on a mission alongside his new protege... but things don't go exactly to plan and you end up indefinitely stuck in a safehouse with joaquín.

no promise of tomorrow by @love-chx // smut, angst // situationship!au 💗 you and joaquin work together and have sex--two entirely separate parts of your lives. but when you suddenly as for more one day, joaquin falters. a week long mission where another man captures your attention makes joaquin regret the words he doesn't say. but does it really change anything?

all maps lead to you by @love-chx // sequel to no promise of tomorrow // smut, fluff, angst // situationship!au 💗 though the post-haze of your last mission with joaquin has yet to settle and the storm between the two of you has barely started to form, you’re thrown into another battle front at the behest of bucky. thankfully, this time, you have a shield who goes by the name of bob. but…you might be the only one who’s grateful for his presence. between bob’s soft demeanor and joaquin’s tough exterior, you worry you might not make it through this mission. 

friends don't by @geminiwritten // smut, fluff // roommate!au, fwb, jealous!joaquin 💗 it was only ever supposed to be casual. convenient. roommates with benefits—two rules: no kissing, no falling in love. but when joaquín returns from a week-long mission and his mother comes to stay, tensions rise, jealousy snaps, boundaries blur, and breaking those rules becomes inevitable.

kinktober day 23 by @cursedheartsclub // smut, fluff // friends-to-lovers, coworkers 💗 praise kink

roommates to lovers by @cursedheartsclub // smut, fluff // roommate!au, blurb

World Saving Deserves A Reward by @sunflowerlando // smut Joaquín is back from another mission, and you want to thank him for always being out there trying to save the world.

Friends Don't Hook Up by @emeraldserenade // smut, fluff // bestfriends-to-lovers A night changes everything after you and Joaquín finally give into the sexual tension.

Hot, Bothered and Tactical by @fireside-fanfics // smut, fluff // established relationship

Thrist Trap by @hauntedhowlett-writes // smut // friends-to-lovers joaquin accidentally sends you a shirtless selfie

real love purified by @utopeian // smut, fluff Joaquin's obsessed with the fact that you were soulmates in your past lives, even more so that there's evidence of it: your moles.

A Little Distraction by @blank-potato // smut // coworkers It's been a while since you've gotten laid, and it's starting to affect your concentration. It especially doesn't help when the person you're training is Joaquin Torres.

never late is better by @luvemmdubb // smut, fluff, slight angst // established relationship Joaquín is late for your anniversary dinner.

lending a helping hand by @love-chx // roommate!series // smut // fwb a big client’s request for a custom art piece has clouded your mind the past few weeks, leaving you stressed and tensed. it was a pain to be around, so joaquin had no choice but to confront you and support you. he’ll help you get unblocked, he insists, no matter how creative it gets.

Me Rehúso by @therogueflame // smut, angst, hurt/comfort // exes It was just a drink. Just catching up. Just a little too late to call it nothing.

Redamancy by @phantomspiderr // smut, fluff, angst // fwb The aftermath of sleeping with your best friend is never good—feelings grow where they weren't supposed to, and it drives a wedge in your relationship. Then things change...

Mi Amor, Mi Guerra by @cursedheartsclub // smut, angst, fluff // (one-sided) enemies-to-lovers, thunderbolts* thunderbolts and sams avengers team are working together (sambucky no longer divorced) but y/n and Joaquin are both fighting to see who is better in Sam’s eyes?

woman in the chair by @kikismultifics // smut, fluff // mutual pining, enhanced!reader after a scare from Joaquin on a mission, and you're forced to patch him up (because he's too stubborn to get properly looked at), you realize that maybe your feelings for the new Falcon goes beyond just caring for him like a friend. When he realizes that you are in much need of a carefree night full of alcohol, you're forced to confront your feelings—as well as his.

sin ti by @moonlight-prose // smut, fluff, angst // exes-to-lovers, pining five years have passed. five years since he boarded a plane and left you behind to wait diligently for the man who would never return. when letters and patchy phone calls failed to keep the spark of your relationship alive, you find each other again. only this time as two entirely different people.

welcome home by @love-chx // smut, fluff, angst // exes-to-lovers drifting from state to state looking for a place in the world after the death of tony, you find yourself back on new york ground when bucky starts the new avengers. coming back to cement your dad’s legacy, you promise yourself you’ll be out of the city before anyone even knows you’re there. but circumstances lead you right to joaquin, and you’re forced to face your hurt ex-boyfriend, having no choice but to confront everything you left behind.

heavy by @love-chx // smut, fluff, angst you’ve worked with joaquin a lot over the years, from the military to his career as the falcon, as his physical therapist. as easy as joaquin was as a patient, it was hard. hard because he was such a shameless flirt, hard because he was so charming—but you’ve always been friends and nothing more. after the events of the red hulk, joaquin finds himself having a harder time recovering than usual despite having you by his side. a slip of the tongue leads to a fight that leaves the both of you tense, but all is forgiven when you find yourselves in an attack and confessions come to a head. 

Jealousy, Jealousy by @sortagaysortahigh // smut, fluff, angst // enemies-to-lovers, witch!reader It was as if every single thing you did irritated Joaquin Torres, you didn't even have to say anything to him, your presence alone was enough to tick him off. Don't get him started on your relationship with Peter Parker either.

en español by @geminiwritten // smut, fluff // friends-to-lovers after joaquín returns from a two-week-long mission things feel different, then he convinces you to go undercover with him where tensions rise—only for him to leaving you wanting more... until he stops by your office for a very intimate spanish lesson

Slim Pickins by @sortagaysortahigh // smut, fluff Every Friday for the past few months you've been going on shitty dates, and at this rate, you're convinced that you're either ending this life alone or settling for another douchebag. You can't find a genuinely good guy, it's not like there's one right in front of you or something!