A/N: This has been sitting in my docs for moths upon months and I am kind of proud of it?? Nobody asked for it, but here is some spicy SecretLovers!Bucky smut to get you through to the New Year. Hope you enjoy!
  Warnings: Smut, maybe some kinky stuff?? Beware just incase
  Word Count: 3.1K
The elevator dinging was the only thing keeping you company on the long ride up the Stark tower. One that left only you in the stainless steel enclosure. Tony had ordered a mandatory meeting for all of the Avengers. By Tony, of course, that meant his higher ups. Tony didnât do meetings. It was the usual kind where some suit would bark at you over how âyou caused more destruction than goodâ or how âthe team is unnecessaryâ. The usual bullshit back and forth that would decide the fate of the Avengers.
As the elevator stilled, you took in one final calming breath. These things always made you nervous. You didnât know what you would do without the team. Of course, you could manage just fine without the job, probably be a lot better off in all actuality. But bad things happened, and you couldnât sit by and watch. Not to mention the team itself; the family welcomed you in with open arms. Especially a certain soldier. One with striking blue eyes and long dark locks that captivated you from the beginning.Â
The elevator door opened at the very top floor where, just down the hall, the meeting would be conducted. As if fate read your thoughts, Bucky was already situated just outside the elevator doors. Instead of his tactical suit or usual attire, he was dressed in a plain black suit. Every bit of fabric accentuated his muscled frame so perfectly. His brown locks were combed back into a low bun, with the exception of a few stray pieces that were tucked behind his ears. Damn did he look good. You had to fight off the urge to undo his hair so you could run your fingers through it to hear how pretty he sounded when he moaned-
âPencil skirt, itâs like youâre trying to kill me doll,â Bucky all but growled, scanning up and down your figure with a piercing gaze. His bottom lip momentarily tucked under his teeth, no doubt thinking up something mischievous by the glimmer in his eye. You could feel your cheeks heat up the longer his baby blues bore into your skin. It had been weeks since the last time you two had spent any time together. Missions had been piling up, and when you were free, all you wanted to do was sleep. Bucky wasnât one for waiting to begin with. And now with your skin tight skirt and teasingly low blouse, it all caught up to him an instant. He could almost hear his pulse quicken at the mere sight of you.
âWell I thought Iâd dress for the occasion.â You shot a knowing smirk as you twirled on the stiletto pump you wore, giving him a full view of your ensemble.
âYou certainly did,â he breathed. His chest rose steadily up and down, now a little quicker than when you had first seen him, sending filthy thoughts spiraling through your mind. Now more than ever you wished you could ditch this stupid meeting and just jump his bones. But unfortunately for the two of you, you were Avengers first, lovers later.Â
âKeep it together Buck. We have made it this far without getting caught,â you soothed, lips pressed in a tight line as you adjusted his tie. Under different circumstances, you wouldnât have cared if people saw him looking at you in that way, it wouldnât have mattered if a set prying ears overhear your conversation. However, ever since Steve implemented the âno dating other Avengers ruleâ, things had changed. It happened just before you and Bucky started seeing each other. Steve was hell bent on the idea that it would âkeep each other from getting hurtâ. But you often found yourself wondering if it was to keep himself from getting hurt, or loving someone other than Peggy. Now it was all secretive rendezvous between you and Bucky. Sure, it was exciting, but sometimes you just wanted to be with him without all the rules and limitations.
âI wish we didnât have to hide.â Bucky sighed, wistfully, a sad smile crossing his cheeks.
âMe too, Buck. Me too.â Your hand twitched at the sudden urge to reach out to him, grab his hand, anything. Instead you turned in the direction of the board room, just barely fighting off the longing burning a hole in your heart. Once you two made your way inside, you were met with the rest of the team already in their seats, with the exception of Tony.
âSo nice of you two to join us,â he spoke pointedly, halting his pacing for a moment so he could chastise you both. No one was more nervous than Tony. This was his life, the very thing he built from the ground up. Hell would freeze over before Tony would give up on the Avengers.
âShove it Tony, we are on time,â you spat back, taking your seat beside Bucky. After the hallway altercation, you didnât have a semblance of patience for whatever verbal assault Tony was about to dish out at you.Â
âClaws are out.â Tony threw his hands up defensively, thankfully; instead opting to just eye you down with his arms crossed.
âSince when did you care so much about punctuality?â Bucky now interjected. His pointed lips were turned upwards in an amused smirk. He was never one to take Tony seriously, especially when he was as manic as he was now. Tony moved to press his palms flat on the table, pausing to look everyone in the eye. This time he was serious.
âSince this determines the fate of the Avengers,â he retorted, giving Bucky one last glare. Buckyâs lips parted to speak, only to be interrupted by the doors sliding open. Ordinary looking suits waltzed in to take their seats. Same old situation. Tony did his thing, standing up and welcoming them with his elaborate holographic presentation. Meanwhile the rest of you just had to sit still and look pretty. Which Bucky was doing an unfairly good job at.
The fluorescent lights hit his face in all the right ways. His cheekbones became even more pronounced under the lighting, emphasising the way his jaw flexed with each passing second. You couldnât help yourself from stealing glances. While he may have been the impatient one, that didnât mean you wanted any less than he wanted you. All to which Bucky was quick to pick up on. From the corner of his eye, he drank in the way your thighs clenched together, the way your lips parted when you glanced over at him.
Whatever topic the meeting had drifted off to, neither of you knew, let alone cared. The words were distant in your mindâs as you honed in on the subtle movements each other made. Like how his hand slowly crept over to meet your knee from under the table. Metal clashed against how hot your skin was, near searing in lust. A shiver ran up your spine at the gesture; that was until your better judgement came over. It was like he was asking to draw attention to the pair of you. Yet, if you were to push his hand away, that would only draw more attention than him placing it there in the first place. And to be completely honest with yourself, you didnât want to lose the sensation.
Instead, you raised your eyebrows to warn him. Stop, you mouthed as his cold hand trailed a little higher. It rested just below the hem of your skirt, fingers dipping down every so often to stroke the area where your thighs met. You felt yourself getting wetter each time he repeated the process. Up a bit higher, down between your legs, and back up again. Bucky kept his merciless crusade, all the way up until he reached the edge of your panties. Your drew your lower lip between your teeth, chest tight in anticipation of what he would do next. Buckyâs lips curled into a devious smirk, however he didnât dare to look over at you. No, that would ruin the fun.Â
Another shiver rolled through you as he rested his fingertips on your throbbing clit. The cold metal permeated the barely covering layer, the cold only intensified the feeling of finally being touched. Your breaths came out in short pants in an effort to stay calm. But once he started drawing figure eights through the fabric of your panties, there was no keeping it together. The sudden slam of an executiveâs hands down on the marble table snapped you out of the trance his fingers had you in. You suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. How easily you could be caught, how easily you could be fired, how quickly there could be no Avengers. Everything was heightened, including his caresses.Â
You kept stone faced, despite the arousal that was practically seeping through your pores. The entire meeting, an entire two hours, Buckyâs hand was planted between your legs. At first, it was manageable. But after about thirty minutes he had gotten bored of your lack of reaction and decided to up the ante. Two of his digits currently slid in and out of you, curling cruely against your overly sensitive walls, just as they had been for the last hour. The wetness between your legs had now coated his fingers, running down to meet his wrist. It was agony in the best way. Every part of you was at his disposal. You trembled in an effort to keep your orgasm at bay, one of many that you had to fight off.Â
If the meeting wasnât already so close to being over, you didnât know if you could have lasted much longer. You fought to hold onto the words spoken between Tony and the executives, clinging on to every word so you could focus on something other than the tortuous pleasure. When you saw a familiar smirk cross the playboy philantropistâs face, you knew you were in the clear. You were safe. At least from being jobless, however, Bucky was a different story.
As the rest of the team began to stand from their seat to exchange formalities, you waited for Bucky to make the next move. Much to your relief, and dismay, he abruptly pulled his hand away. A shaky breath escaped you as you stood, watching as he wiped his soaked hand of his pristine dress pants. That man was going to be the death of you. You couldnât shake those peopleâs hands fast enough, you couldnât dart out of that board room any quicker than you did. Bucky all the while trailing behind you. As your legs shook with each step, anger mixed with lust as you thought of just who caused the quake running throughout your limbs.
âGod damnit, you are so dead when we get home-â you began as soon as you turned down a vacant hallway, only to be cut off just as quickly. Bucky pulled the nearest door open with reckless abandon; luckily, it was only a supply closet. You didnât have time to scold him as he pinned you against the wooden door. His hands wrapped against your wrists, holding you as if you weighed nothing. Warmth radiated off of him, an intoxicating scramble of cologne and body heat that left you lust driven mess against him.
âCanât wait. Câmon, let me make up for it doll,â Bucky grunted into your neck, where his lips had instinctively attached themselves. You couldnât bring yourself to be mad anymore, not when his achingly hard length prodded against your stomach.
âJust shut up and fuck me Barnes,â you hissed between tugging his bun loose. The locks fell to his shoulders, prompting you to tug on them just as you wanted to the moment you say him. His moan was even prettier than you had imagined. It dripped with need, laced with the weeks he had been missing your touch. Bucky didnât need to be told twice; from both your command and the way you toyed with his hair. Instead he dropped his grip on your wrists only to hike your pencil skirt up to rest on your hips. Your soaked panties were the next to go, now finding a home in Buckyâs suit jacket.
âJump,â he husked, arms tucking underneath your legs to hoist you against the door. You didnât waste a second undoing his pants, yanking them down his sculpted thighs. The fabric hit the floor with a dull thud. Neither of you had the time nor the patience to strip fully, which was perfectly fine with you. Just the sight of his length, red at the tip with pearls of precum leaking down from it, was more than enough to capture your attention.Â
You reached down between the two of you, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, rewarding you with a whimper from the soldier. He bucked defiantly against you when you began to slowly pump him. As much as you equally wanted him to fuck you into oblivion, this was the least he deserved after his stunt in the board room.
âBeen waiting to fuck you for weeks now doll. You have no idea how much I missed being deep inside this tight cunt of yours.â It was more of a warning than a sentiment. His gravelly voice held a sternness behind it, a tone that brought a smirk to your face. It was a good change of pace to be the one teasing instead of being teased. But you ultimately decided that not having him inside of you for much longer would only be your loss.
Buckyâs head rested against your shoulder as you guided him to your entrance. The second his tip aligned with your entrance, he entered you with a harsh thrust, one that left you both panting for air. There was no forgiveness in the way he pushed into you. It was lust, raw lust that left you both gasping against each other. You could feel every ridge of him brush against your sweet spot with every animalistic thrust. Yet it still wasnât enough. You clawed at his fabric covered back pleadingly, begging to feel everything he had to offer.
âHarder,â you mewled into his ear, biting down on the lobe desperately.Â
âBe careful what you wish for,â Bucky choked out a dry laugh. The door shook from the force of his new pace, the rusty hinges creaking in rhythm with his hips. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan, in awe at just how incredible he felt. Every inch of your body was set ablaze from the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers dug into your hips bruisingly, the gasps and moans of your name sent your mind reeling, the way his beard scratched deliciously against your neck. You missed this so much.
âYou close? Fuck doll, tell me you are close.â A nod was all you could manage. The only thing you knew in that moment was Bucky, that was all you could moan out into the humid air. You were teetering on the edge of release. It had been so long since you had felt anything this intense. Weeks of pent up frustration had finally caught up to you.Â
And the same could be said for Bucky. His teeth dug into your shoulder in an attempt to muffle his moans, eyes clenched tightly shut. He knew he wasnât going to last long, but he didnât think he would only make it this long. The coil in his stomach was begging to be unwound, but he clung onto it desperately, waiting until he could bring you your release first. One of his thighs replaced where his hand once held you, balancing your weight. His free hand moved between you, his thumb drawing rapid figure eights on your swollen clit. Your head was thrown back, your moans reaching a crescendo. A silent curse pushed through his lips when he caught a glimpse of how he disappeared in and out of you, only adding to the orgasm yearning to be freed inside of him. Just a little longer, he told himself, just one more second.
âBucky!â you yelped suddenly, body convulsing as the shock waves of your orgasm coarsed through you. White was all you saw. Buckyâs orgasm almost went under your radar; if it werenât for his teeth digging into your shoulder a little deeper and his melodic groan, you would have missed it. Bucky collapsed onto you a second after, wasted from the force of his release. The two of you stayed just like that. His body was flush against yours, his length softening inside of you, as you both caught your breath.Â
âAre you sure it was this way?â A voice boomed from the hall, breaking you and Bucky from your post-coital bliss.Â
âYeah, trust me, you wouldnât have missed it,â another person scoffed, nearing ever closer to where you and Bucky were stowed away. Your stomach dropped as you scrambled to look like you hadnât just had your brains fucked out, which was futile considering you could barely stand on your own. Footsteps came to just outside the door you were behind. You shot Bucky a panicked look, silently begging him for some sort of solution. A cocky smirk sat on his flushed cheeks as he zipped his pants up, eyeing the streaks of cum leaking down your thighs.
A roll of paper towels that rested on the top shelf soon caught your eye. You nodded over to Bucky, then back over to the object of your attention. While you couldnât reach them, let alone climb up to get them, Bucky was a valuable asset. However, your hopes were soon crushed as his cocky smirk turned sinister. He came to stand behind you, arms situated on either side of you so you were pinned between him and the shelves. The cold metal of his arm traced up your side, leading all the way up to your arm that was pointed up to the top shelf. You stood helplessly as he trailed your arm down to rest at your side. His lips ghosted just by your ear, speaking words that shot straight to your core.
âNot so fast doll. I want you to walk to the car, with my cum inside of you, so youâll remember who made you feel that good.â
Lady Gaga has said multiple times that she's bi and yet all of you still erase her queerness and she had to come out again yesterday while at Stonewall and talked about how her identity has been erased and y'all still say she's just an ally....like Gaga's experience as a bi woman just shows how prevalent bi erasure is and that bi people's identities are always questioned both from other queer people and from hetero people and I'm just so fucking tired of it
Of course lovieđ this is one of my favorite vegan recipes, hope you enjoy:
Ingredients: red and green bell peppers, jalapenos, onions, snap peas, chick peas, tofu, peanuts, brown rice noodles, peanut butter, siracha, curry powder, garlic powder, soy sauce, salt and pepper
Prep: julienne the vegetables, with exception of the onions (chop those finely instead)
Cut your tofu into bite sized cubes and set them and your chick peas to marinate in a mix of soy sauce, garlic powder, salt, pepper, and curry powder to taste, leaving them to rest for ten minutes
Preheat your oven to 400° F
Cooking: take your tofu and chick peas out of the marinade and onto a sheet pan
Put them in the oven for about 10ish minutes
While they are baking, start carmelising your vegetables on medium heat
Boil your noodles until they are al dente (slightly hard)
After the vegetables and tofu/chickpeas are done, put them in a larger pan to simmer for a few minutes so the tofu absorbs a little more flavor
Strain the noodles out when they are done, mix the peanut sauce into them (how much is your own judgement), and then portion out your noodles
Plating: Mix your veggies, chick peas, tofu, and noodles as you please
You can top it with things like peanuts, avacado, bean sprouts, and lime juice
Can you do an imagine/drabble for Thor where the reader is one of the avengers and he falls for her partially because she reminds him of Frigga. And she likes him too(If you could include something where he sees her act motherly towards Peter.)
I love soft Thor đȘđ€:
You were, admittedly, the mom friend
None more so than when you joined the Avengers and had a reason to be the responsible one
"No, no you can not take Steve's shield" "All of you shut up or I will turn this quinjet around" "Trust me, I would hand you all over to Hydra but they would just give you right back"
The rest of the team thought it was funny to mess around with you, just to piss you off
But Thor thought it was endearing
You always made sure everyone was accounted for, had everything they needed on missions, anything and everything for the team
It was exactly how his mother was, which he found very comforting as he began to fall for you, the thought still lingering as you began to date
He couldn't help it
Everything that surrounded you felt like home
You were one of the only people that made him feel closer to everything that he lost
One day he walked in on you making lunch for yourself and Peter, just like his mother did for him when he was a kid
It was quite the sight
Thor stood in the door way, arms crossed with a half smile on his face, watching the two of you
You nodded along as Peter talked about the upcoming school year while you cut the crusts off of his sandwich
Thor knee you couldn't care less about how excited Peter was to take calculus, citing as you absolutely hated those subjects
But you listened, you made him feel important
You made everyone feel that way
"Thanks Y/N. You make them the best," Peter smiled in between bites of his sandwich
You returned his grin, ruffling his hair before sitting down beside him
"You know it kiddo."
Kiddo, Thor thought to himself, his thoughts wandering off to the possibility of having a family of his own with you one day
Hey bbg! Would you do an HC of Thor with a curvy reader whom he absolutely adores because sheâs a confident diva (aka this is definitely me af đđ) smutty or fluffy, I know Iâll love it regardless đ Thanks honey bun ily! Xoxo
Hello lovieđ I love this concept, hope you enjoy:
When Thor first met you, when you first joined the Avengers, he was enamored by you
You weren't like the rest of the Avengers, at least not in appearance
You were just as strong, just as smart, and just as powerful as the rest of them
And you damn well knew that
That's what made you so attractive to him
While your curves alone had his heart racing every time he snuck a glance at you, it was your confidence that sold him
Nobody could tell you how to look or how to act, you were just unapologetically you
Everyday you would strut into the tower, tactical suit hugging your curves perfectly, a witty one liner already on your lips
You were Tony's favorite, and the only thing that rivalled that was Thor's infatuation with you
He tried embarrassingly hard to impress you
To the point where even Sam found it less amusing and more painfully awkward
He felt like nothing more than a boy instead of the god of thunder around you
You had him absolutely whiped
And when he got one on one missions with you, that only amplified his feelings
"So muscles, what's the objective for today," you chirped, clapping your hands down on his strong shoulders from his spot on the couch
"We have to go find the target. Then hopefully we'll have some time to spare," Thor gasped at your soft hands against his skin
You could have sworn you heard his heart pounding in his chest as you sauntered over to sit beside him
His eyes raked over your body, finally resting on your face, all of which you caught him doing
"Hm and what can we do with that spare time?"
"We, we could um. Maybe go to dinner," he paused, "together?"
His lips pursed together the second he got it out, beyond aware of how nervous he sounded
You giggled, placing your hand on top of his slightly shaky one
"Is this your way of asking me on a date?"
Thor's eyes darted up to meet yours, looking for some sort of semblance of approval in the eyes he worshipped so dearly
"I, well. Yes. This could be a date, if that is what you want, that is," he winced, yet again tripping over his words
"I would love that. Took you long enough loverboy, got tired of waiting for you to do something other than stare," you quipped, giving his cheek a chaste kiss to reassure the surprisingly awkward god
A/N: Fluff! This is pure unadulterated fluff! This was inspired by Forrest Gump (duh) by Frank Ocean. That song always reminds me of Bucky and I just wanted to do something soft and domestic for my baby boy.
   My fingertips, and my lips, they burn from the cigarettes
   âThose things will kill you, you know,â you tisked, leaned up against the sliding doors that lead out to the Balcony. He only shook his head. It was the only thing that made him feel like himself, besides Steve; even if they didnât feel the same after the serum. Bucky snuck a couple past you every once and awhile when his episodes were getting stronger. After he made sure you were asleep, he would go to the balcony and enjoy the brisk air. He would put on old songs that he and Steve listened to. The soft music carried him even further into his past, to when he wasnât the Winter Soldier. When he wasnât a monster. Every puff of smoke he pushed passed his lips, the more he could pretend he was his old self. Untouched. Unbroken.Â
   âThought you were asleep doll.â You merely shrugged, coming up to wrap your arms around his bare torso. His skin was warm, all except for the metal arm that glinted in the city lights. It took him awhile to let you touch it, to even see it from under a long sleeve shirt. But you loved it. You really did, no matter how much he didnât believe it.Â
   Bucky flicked the finished cigarette butt off of the balcony, watching it disappear into the night air. Washing away his 40âs nostalgia with it. He turned in your grasp, his muscled arms wrapping around your much smaller frame. As you lifted your head from his impossibly warm skin, you could smell the smoke, almost tasting it. You hated the way it smelled. But on him, it was something you could get used to. Especially when it lingered on his breath, the taste of it carrying through when he would slip his tongue between your lips. It was something you craved.
   âCouldnât sleep. Bed was too cold without you in it,â you whispered. Buckyâs hands traced down your hips, bunching up the t-shirt you had stolen from him. The wind nipped at your skin, sending you deeper into his arms. His eyes closed for a moment. He never wanted this to end. The only thing that made him feel more normal than cigarettes or music was you. Now, with your smooth skin pressed against him, no natural and untouched, he knew this was exactly where he needed to be.Â
   âYouâre cold, do you wanna go back inside?â You shook your head, eyes glinting in thought. He loved that about you. How you looked at him like he was perfect, when he most definitely was not. Bucky never knew he could feel this way, or that anyone could feel the same about him after all thatâs happened. However the way his heartbeat sped up just by looking at you proved him entirely wrong.
   âItâs a beautiful night,â you wrapped your arms around his neck, âwhy waste it by going inside when I can dance with my man?â He couldnât help but smile at the words my man. His arms slid up from your hips, instead grasping on to your waist. The music was so quiet he almost would have forgotten it if you hadnât said something. Your body molded against his as you both gently swayed to the beat. This song was one he didnât really know all that well. He could have sworn that some guy in his old squadron used to sing it during the early mornings.It never had any meaning until now. Now that you were here, cheek pressed against his chest, it meant the world to him.
   A chill ran up your spine as his fingertips ran back and forth across your waist. His cologne and the cigarette smoke invaded all of your senses. You held on to it as tightly as you could. You wanted to hold on to every second you had with him, all of them were too precious to forget. None more so than when you heard him start to sing along to the music. Bucky rarely ever sang, and when he did it was only in front of you. It was a shame, he had such a beautiful voice. Each syllable he sang held you captive. Things like this would have usually made you roll your eyes at how cheesy it was. But now you understood what it felt like to give yourself to someone, and it all became so clear. His flesh hand lifted from your waist, now settling on your cheek. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, eyes trained on yours.Â
   âI love you Y/N, I feel like no matter how many times I say it that it will never be enough. But you are my world doll, and a damn beautiful one at that,â Bucky paused from his singing. His voice was low, but you could hear the sincerity practically dripping from it.Â
   âAnd I love you Buck. Every inch of you,â you beamed, tracing one hand down to where flesh met metal. Buckyâs eyes glanced down to your hand before shooting you a soft smile. That was all either of you needed to say. The rest had been said over and over, or you could see it in each otherâs eyes. No amount of âI love yousâ could compare to moments like these, when words didnât need to be said for you two to already kYou always wanted to remember him like this, when he was happy and free from the world. When he was nothing else but himself. And you were just his girl.
   Forrest Gump you run my mind boy, running on my mind boy
Ooooiii maybe first kiss with Doctor Strange?? (If you write for him! I love him so much)
I've never written for him before, so please bear with me on my first tryđ:
Stephen rarely had time for romance, with saving the world and all it rarely came to mind
That was until he met you
There was just something about your presence that just demanded his attention
Not in the way he expected, no, you just had that alluring nature about you
When he first joined the other Avengers, he immediately connected with you
Every moment, every mission, every bit of spare time he was at your side, and you much the same
The rest of the team noticed
And of course, they spared neither of you from their teasing and other antics
From booking hotel rooms wrong, to leaving seats conveniently open for just two, to even dropping not so subtle hints
Tony was the worst
"Hey Strange, when are you going to just ask her out already?" "Witch doctor, you can see the future yet you can't see that she likes you?" "What do you need me wingman or something? This is getting painful!"
Each quip Tony or the rest of the team made sent Stephen deeper and deeper into thought
Sure, he saw the future, and he knew that you liked him from what he saw
Yet he still had trouble believing that it was true
That you really like him
But after many, many, many pep talks from Nat, he decided to speak up about how he felt
It was just before a mission, as you were lacing up the boots to your suit, Stephen by your side
"Y/N," Stephen breathed, shifting on his feet
He was rarely ever nervous, especially since he knew how everything could play out
But this was different, he really didn't want to mess this up
"What's up," you looked up from tying your boots, shooting him a grin that made his heart beat faster
"I-I, um, I like having you around. A lot. And um, I don't know how to say this," he rambled on, for the first time in his life being lost for words
You stood up, a knowing smile crossing your face as you quickly caught on to what he was asking
He continued to stutter on his words, eyes flitting back to yours and the floor
"If you don't feel the same then I understand but, I, well I-" he began, only to be cut off by your lips tenderly pressing against his
His tense shoulders softened a second after, moving his lips in tandem with yours
Just as quickly as it began, you pulled away, much to his dismay
"I like you too you dork," you giggled, leaving him speechless as you sauntered off to the quinjet
He brushed his lips tentatively with his fingers, already missing the way they felt against his
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