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@scldato​ asked:  the captain might be staring. /might/ be.

One would think, the big scary BAT OF GOTHAM would have gotten used to this by  now. He’s pretty sure the younger of the team had been playing Hot Potato on him that one time his plane had broken down so he had to be carried around the field so he could keep up. 

( Not like he could walk or run like the rest of them, albeit slighty more slower. )

But he thinks it might be worse when it’s actually CAPTAIN AMERICA doing the carrying. He was almost worried he’d brought one of his special laminated cards for him to sign personally would fall out of his utility belt. 

It’s probably why he sounded a lot more grumpy than grateful. 

  “ It’s just an arrow sticking out of my shoulder, Cap. I think I can still walk. “

❝ come for me. ❞ steve & diana { @scldato​ }

SHE HAD NOT EXPECTED THAT JUST THE WORDS FROM HIS MOUTH WOULD BE ENOUGH TO TOPPLE HER OVER THE EDGE, but then, when it came to steve, diana had not expected a lot of things. she could feel the strength of his fingers between her legs and her hips canted in gentle rocks that were wholly in sync with his rhythm. adoring eyes fluttered closed and her head tossed backwards so she could free her neck of some of the heat, the thick dark locks of her hair sticking to her skin with every little bead of sweat that gathered there. 

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croons in bucky's ear. ❝that's my good boy.❞

What was supposed to be an innocent enough hike into the woods turned into an all night excursion that had them taking shelter in an empty forest ranger station above the treeline to escape some rain that decided to come in. Didn’t matter. They had enough light supplies for the night. There was emergency firewood already inside and some candles for light. Yet, they were still outside. Underneath the structure watching the heavy rain spill down when hands got to roaming and, well, things happened.

And now? Bucky’s pants are halfway down, stopping only at his knees. His belt’s jingling in time with Steve’s hand as it moves from where Steve stands behind him. Fingers curled round his length and his mouth claiming Bucky’s neck. His pulse beats wildly against Steve’s lips. It’s gotta be. Just from how dizzy he is, Bucky knows it’s speeding in his chest. His breath isn’t keeping up either as he feels himself stiffen more and ribbons of aching, pleasurable heat coil down the insides of his thighs and lace their way through his belly.

Lips part and he gasps when knees go weak, a thumb moves over the very tip and a tongue slips into his ear. Grabbing up over his shoulder, desperate for anything to hold onto, he finds a grip on the back of Steve’s neck. Fingernails bite against skin steadying trembling fingers. Metallic digits reach out to brace him against one of the station’s poles. Thank God for that timing. Cause a beat later, they’re clawing against the wood before forming a fist. ‘That’s my good boy,’ Steve’s voice is gravel and rich and he’s instantly weak for it. A heavy groan and he damn near loses it there.