#torres x reader

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Grumpy x sunshine lovers, this one's for you, a little Torres x reader sneaky-peek ....

💜💜- full fic coming soon!! Lemme know if you want a tag!

[iridescentprose]

john j. torres x reader headcannons

author's note: just watched predator:killer of killers. the following are sfw, fluffy headcannons for john j. torres. Enjoy!

because you refused to give him your name at first (and look him in the eye), he's forced to start talking to himself. he's devising a plan and muttering something about 'escaping' before you can't help yourself any longer:

torres is the type of guy who believes in love at first sight. hence, why he couldn't stop staring at you the moment you both came face to face on an alien ship. he's utterly speechless at your condition - how the miniscule battle scars littering your brow made you look more intriguing. he was an enamored like a lovesick puppy, but quickly pulled himself together. he asks for your name after telling his, and you can't help but avert his gaze with silence.

"if we want to survive, our best chance is to work together." back where you came from you didnt just give out your name so easily. it meant something to you. but what was a name if you weren't alive to cherish it?

torres' features flood with relief as he turns to look at you. "thank goodness! so you can understand me!"

he earns a look of amusement from you before the doors open. you, torres, and two other patrons who spoke words you didn't understand, froze as the monsters with sceptors awaited your presence off the ship.

after being escorted off the ship with metal collars around your necks, the four of you stood in the center of what looked to be an alien roman coliseum. words were translated, but you weren't listening. torres had grabbed your wrist, telling you he had a plan.

the plan didn't leave your newfound family unscathed. unfortunately, the ancient woman with braided gray hair had bought you and the others some time to escape onto a ship torres had hijacked. kenji, the man with a samuari sword, clung to what was left of his arm as you, him, and torres made a great escape.

"you're bleeding," torres voice says behind you once he's able to get the foreign vessel on idle. you don't ask how he did it—you're too busy fastening fabrics of your clothes around the stump that used to be kenji's arm.

"i'm fine," you say, just as you look at kenji and give his shoulder a squeeze. he nods in thanks and you sit on the floor of the ship, attempting to tend to your own wounds.

"let me, ma'am."

before you could protest, torres is already kneeling in front of you, offering his jacket that was on the verge of death itself.

"i don't think you told me your name, miss," he said, eyes twinkling with wonder and anticipation. his forehead, like yours, is sprinkled with sweat. red streaks and purple clouds were starting to appear on his bare arms —evidence that the skirmish had left its mark.

slowly, you took the jacket, being careful to wrap it around your shoulders, concealing your minor injuries. you didn't need the jacket to hold your wounds together, but rather to keep you grounded while being in the sky.

"[your name]", you said, daring yourself to look at him because you refused to look out the giant windows of the ship that was taking you to only God knows where.

"well...it's nice to put a name to a pretty face," torres said, patting your shoulder gently. "im glad we're alive, [your name]."

without waiting for your response, he stood and shuffled to kenji who was either muttering in pain or praying - you couldn't tell the difference.

"yeah," you mumbled quietly, eyes watching him as he consoled the severely injured warrior. "me too."

[joaquinwhorres]

gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› 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.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

[demxters]

Hi!! Can I request hands 1 and 45 and hugs 24 from the touches list for Joaquin? I love height differences so much 🥺 thank you!

joaquin torres x reader

warning(s): none

1. tiny hands in big hands

45. comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

24. hugging with height-difference

As you stare loving at the way his hands gently rub circles against the slightly exposed skin of your waist, you can’t help but notice just how big his hands are in comparison to yours. Your hand that lays on top of his is so small, small enough that if he were to take them in his it would be engulfed completely by his touch. It’s not like you and Joaquin have never held hands before. You just never noticed how different your hands were from each other until now.

A soft whisper of his name leaves your lips and he gums contentedly in response, his eyes not leaving the view of the horizon ahead of you. You raise your hand up to his face, wiggling your fingers playfully.

Joaquin lets out a laugh, placing his hand against yours. The softness of your fingertips contrast with the callouses on his that he’s developed from work, making his heart swell at the thought that you’re just so delicate; that even the slightest of his touches has goosebumps rising on your skin and makes you weak in the knees.

“Huh,” you breathe softly as you hold your hand up to his. With your palm lined up with his, your fingertips barely make it up to his fingers and a small smile makes its way onto your features.

“What?” he asks curiously.

“Your hands are just so big compared to mine,” you giggle.

He nods in agreement before tangling your fingers with his. “That’s much better, don’t you think?”

Bringing your hand that’s completely engulfed by his up to your lips, you give the back on his hand a soft kiss before littering a dozen more onto his knuckles and making him blush. “Much better.”

Joaquin spins you around, keeping your hand tightly in his and pulls you close. He tucks your head delicately under his chin and wraps his other arm around your waist.

Resting your chin on his sternum, you look up at him with the brightest smile on your face as he presses a kiss against your forehead.

He holds you close and you hold him tighter, wishing for this perfect moment to last forever.

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a/n: i haven’t actually written anything in so long so i’m sorry if this sucks…. i’m a little rusty lol

[fangirlovestuff]

October Reblog Masterlist

hello lovely people!! another october, another list of autumn-y fics i enjoyed reading:) i actually didn’t read as much as i wanted to this month (life gets hectic), but even if this list is already up, i’m always looking for recommendations!! feel free to share some fics with me if you want, and be sure to check out all of these amazing works as well!!<33

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First Time for Everything by @animnerd

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[omgrachwrites]

Extra Credit - Joaquin Torres

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: When you transfer in from New York, you come across the most beautiful Professor that you've ever seen.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

Words: 1306

Disclaimer: This gif doesn't belong to me!

A/N: This was just a little something short and sweet that crossed my mind and I miss writing Torres! I willl probably be going back to my fics after writing this! Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! xxx

“I really appreciate this, thank you. I’m sorry to be so much trouble,” you bit your lip before smiling sheepishly as you glanced up at Professor Wilson. He was the Dean at the Californian University you were now attending.

Wilson waved away your words of thanks and apologies as he smiled down at you as he adjusted the glasses at the end of his nose, “it’s no trouble at all, I’m happy that I was able to help,” he strode quickly down the hallway that you had to struggle to keep up. He was taking you to your lecture that started five minutes ago.

You had never gone to college at 18 like everyone else, how could you when you had no idea what you wanted to so? So, here you were at 26 in your second year of University, you had transferred in from New York and unfortunately for you, you had decided that you wanted to transfer in the middle of the semester.

Thankfully, as the Dean, Sam Wilson was able to help and he’d been very generous with his help, Sam knocked on the door of the lecture hall and a couple of seconds later, there was a warm cheerful voice that bade you to enter. Sam strode into the room while you lingered in the doorway, suddenly feeling nervous.

“What can I do for you, Professor?” the lecturer asked Sam, you didn’t have to be looking at him to know that he was smiling, you could already hear it in his voice.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Professor Torres, but you have an extra student, a transfer,” Sam glanced over you at his shoulder, giving you a warm smile so you walked up to stand at his side, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

You looked up at the Professor and saw with a jolt that he was only a couple of years older than you and he was gorgeous, with curled thick hair and puppy dog eyes. He was wearing a white button up shirt and he’d rolled his sleeves up to his forearms and you practically salivated at the sight. Torres’ eyebrow raised and his mouth parted in surprise as he looked at you, nodded his head and you noticed a muscle fluttering in his jaw.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N,” he smiled which made his eyes crinkle, you flushed and managed to smile back.

“I’ll leave her in your capable hands,” Sam grinned and patted you on the shoulder as he strode from the room.

Torres smiled at you as you stood there, not daring to turn around to see everyone’s eyes on you, “what are your feelings about Dante’s Inferno?”

You laughed as you hitched your bag higher on your shoulder, “I like it, though it did give me nightmares.”

Torres chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair as he nodded, looking mildly impressed that you’d already read it, “go ahead and find a seat, Y/N.”

You nodded at him and, ignoring the eyes on you, you walked through the seated sea of students and found an empty space next to a cute guy with blonde hair and dimples. He grinned at you as you sat down, you smiled back and turned back to look at Torres, who looked between you and the guy with a muscle fluttering in his jaw. He momentarily hesitated before he began his lecture again.

As Torres talked, you found yourself hanging onto his every word – as was there girls that were sitting in front of you – causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head. Torres spoke with his hands so about ten minutes into the lecture, you spotted his wedding ring glinting under the artificial light. Soon, Torres left the class to start their essay on Dante’s Inferno and you were going back over your notes when you glanced up to see Torres make his way to you.

“Y/N,” he whispered so he wouldn’t disturb any of your classmates, you raised an eyebrow as you sat back in your seat, waiting, “I need to see you at the end of class, you missed the assignment at the start of class.”

“Sure thing, Professor,” you smiled, causing him to nod at you before he cleared his throat and walked back to his desk, glancing at you over his shoulder, making you smile to yourself as you went back to your notes.

At the end of class, you hung back and took your time gathering your things, letting the rest of the class file out, hardly anyone spared you a glance but you weren’t here to make friends. When everyone had left Torres was rooting through his desk drawers for something so you took it upon yourself to stalk over to his desk.

“So, what’s the assignment, Professor?” you asked, laughing as he whipped his head up quickly to look at you and you gave him an innocent look.

Torres bit his lip as he leaned his hip against his desk, “miss Y/L/N,” he chuckled before trying again, “miss Y/L/N,” he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t do it, it’s too weird calling you by your maiden name.”

You giggled as you cupped your husband’s cheeks, “but baby, you were doing so well,” you smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You had missed him so much. Your husband Joaquin was mostly a guest lecturer so he travelled all over the country. Joaquin smiled against your lips as he wrapped a hand in your hair and leaned you against his desk.

“You’re so bad, Professor,” you laughed as you watched his eyes darken and he leaned in for another kiss.

“I missed you so much,” he pulled you close as he murmured against your lips.

“I missed you too,” you smiled, playing with the ends of his hair, “I needed a break so I got a week off from college in New York, to come and see you. Sam helped me out with the arrangements.”

Joaquin laughed as he kissed your forehead, playing with your wedding ring that you wore around your neck, “you needed a break from New York so you decided to come to a college in California?”

You smiled as you rested your hands against his firm chest, “okay when you put it like that, it sounds silly,” you laughed, “but I’m only in this college today and tomorrow.”

“And the rest of the time, you’re gonna be naked in my bed?” he looked at you with innocent eyes, even though his words betrayed him.

“Of course,” you smirked, leaning forward to capture his lip with yours, biting his bottom lip gently as you pulled away.

Joaquin smiled as he moved your hair away from your face, “I promise, as soon as I finish my post here, I’m going to get a permanent one in New York, I want to start our family, Y/N. I love you.”

You knew that Joaquin absolutely adored his job and you knew what you were signing up for when you married him but that didn’t mean that you missed him any less. You would love for him to have a permanent job in New York, for him to be there when you got home.

“That sounds absolutely perfect, I love you too, baby,” you kissed him sweetly, before you smirked and pushed him away a little so you could perch on the edge of his desk, hiking your skirt up so he could see your lace underwear. You smirked as his eyes darkened and he licked his bottom lip, “now how about we see about that extra credit Professor Torres?”

“God, Y/N. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he smirked, pulling your legs so they wrapped around his waist. Bless Sam Wilson for helping you with this.

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@smiithys

[meraki-loki]

Tips for Writing Joaquin Torres or military related fics, From an Active Duty Air Force member!

*Please note this does not represent the U.S. Air Force or Department of Defense in any way*

Torres is an officer in the United States Air Force.

So he is higher ranked that all enlisted members but more often officers have less experience than enlisted personnel.

Bc he is Air Force he is an Airman and NOT a Soldier!! It’s a small detail but an important one.

UPDATE: Regulations now allow AIR FORCE/SPACE FORCE ONLY service members to put their hands in the pockets of their uniform!!!

I can agree with Torres being the shy baby he is but he also has to be very confident in himself with the people he has to work with on the daily within the military. So maybe a mix would be a bit more accurate!

Haven’t seen this yet but if the oc or reader insert is supposed to be also military be careful with that!

If the oc/reader insert is part of the enlisted ranks and is flirting/dating/involved with an officer that could lead to serious punishment. There are strict rules and officers and enlisted are not allowed to be involved like that! (At least in the AF)

Again if the oc/reader is military as well try to at least use the appropriate ranks. You can look up the ranks very easily or you can ask me directly!

DOG TAGS: Hate to break it to y’all but military don’t wear their dog tags all the time!! They’re mainly used for deployments ONLY. (I believe other branches do wear it as part of their uniform but I know the AF does not.)

Official uniforms for the AF are called OCPs: the “jacket” is the OCP top, the “pants” are trousers or bottoms. the boots are just combat or tactical boots. the hat is called a patrol cap or just a cap is fine.

uniforms aren’t meant to be tight at all. they’re supposed to be relatively loose in the case of combat, you need to be able to move and fight.

The uniform cap is only worn outdoors!! As soon as you are indoors you must take the cap OFF, as soon as you are outside you must put it ON.

This is all I’ve got so far but I might add more along the way!

If you want help to sort out military details or have questions in general don’t hesitate to reach out!

UPDATE: New regulations in the Air Force ONLY allows Airmen to have hands in their pockets.

[toby-141]

DATES

Gibbs.

Dates were few and far between, with work giving late nighters and paperwork there wasn't much time to have dates. However, Gibbs always made time. A classic date for the two of you would be; either you or him grabbing takeout or him making a steak, both accompanied by a beer.

More often than not you'd spend the night at his. It was nice, even though he was your boss and you were breaking rule 12 but that's something he didn't care about when he was with you. Every now and then hed plant kisses on your neck

It wasn't much but you wish you had more dates like it.

Fornell.

Fornell was a romantic, well, he'd try to be. He'd take you out to a restaurant let you have whatever you want.

You gotta admit it was nice, but you'd rather just relax at home watching TV together and cuddle up in blankets.

But whatever you were doing you enjoyed it because you were in his company and spent all your free time with him

Sloane.

Classic Sloane. Coffee date. She knew when there was a break in the case, normally she'd stand outside MTAC looking down at the bull pen waiting to catch your attention, or she'd come down and linger around until you were done.

DiNozzo.

Fancy Restaurant and a classic film.

The food was nice and you didn't really pay attention to the film. You'd spend the night watching Tony as he explained every detail about the film. Eventually he'd catch you staring and kiss you, then you'd pull him in and that night would turn into a very hot love making session.

McGee.

Gaming and take out. When the case was finally over you and Tim would go home, order whatever take out and play online games together until you lost track of time.

This was great for the two of you. This would help you wind down from a difficult few days.

Torres.

Nick would take you on little restaurant dates. It was nice and very relaxing because the restaurant was small, not many people so it wasn't busy which meant it was quiet.

Then when you got home it was cuddles in bed. Nick may look like a tough guy on the outside but on the inside he's super affectionate and loving, all he wants is cuddles and kisses, all the affection in the world.

Bishop.

Ellie loves food so she will eat anywhere, a small and casual restaurant is what the two of you go for.

Its sweet, you'll hold hands over the table, complement each other and then she'll hold onto your arm as you walk down the streets.

Back home you get settled into your Pyjamas. She wants to watch a horror movie, you dont. So you compromise and watch a horror movie. This is how it goes every time you watch a movie.

Pride.

Dwayne, he loved doing anything for you, you'd have 2 different kind of dates.

1. Wouldn't really be a date. He'd make gumbo for everyone at the office after a hard day then you'd all go out for drinks at the Tru Tone. It was time that was spent together. Normally after the bar had closed you'd be alone cleaning up with Dwayne, you'd glance up at each other and smile and when it was all eventually done he'd come over to you and hold you from behind. Slowly dancing while making his way upstairs to his apartment.

2. If there was no case or it was wrapped up early Dwayne would take you to a small restaurant that he loved and knew the owners. He'd hold your hand, kiss you, give you complements, Dwayne wasn't scared to show how much he loved you. You'd go for a stroll past the water. He'd give you more kisses and more complements. Dwayne treasured you.

LaSalle.

LaSalle was a party man. Any chance of celebration he'd be there.

So when the two of you went on a date it was bar and beers. You two would share a dance to the music and just talk casually together.

It was nice. The two of you together after a long day especially. It wasn't much but you loved chris for it.

Sebastian.

So sebastian is a nerdy agent. You do love him for it. He's comfortable with a film night. Them films actually being conspiracy documentaries.

However it was a good night. Eventually youd fall asleep on him, but he happily wraps his arms around you so you can sleep well.

Sonja.

So sonja is a vegan, it was quite hard for the two of you to eat together but you found a nice vegan restaurant, you tried some of the food. But most of it sonja ate. You compromised with her and you ended up being able to grab a burger on the way home.

Not much of something but to the two of you it was everything.

Gregorio.

Tammy thought dates were slightly overrated. So she suggested the two of you have an 'ice cream date'

It was a fun idea. Watching comedy tv shows and eating icecream until the two of you physically couldn't.

It was fun. It was sickly. It was worth it.

Khoury.

This was your time for you and hannah to dress up, go to a fancy restaurant and just enjoy each others company.

When the date would end, the two of you would end up at her place, PJ's and cuddles on her comfy bed.

The two of you liked to show off but then you also liked to keep it casual.

A/N- So I tried something different. Lemme know what you peeps think. Should I do it again or nah?

-TheMysticGay