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Been more active on Discord lately, DM me if you want my Discord for a thread~

[hydradaddy]

Been more active on Discord lately, DM me if you want my Discord for a thread~

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Lab sounds to set the mood for writing, reading, rp, scenes, or anything else you might like. To create this track, I combined a variety of ASMR/meditation/SFX tracks, found the right blend, looped them to about 40 minutes, and added a little reverb to give it that cavernous laboratory feel. Sounds used include hospital equipment, a typewriter, isolation tank, bubbling liquid, and a disorienting binaural beat.

Feel free to download, just don’t use it in a commercial work, please.

To download, you can use the Audio Downloader extension on Xkit, or follow these instructions for Chrome.

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rules of chivarly for knights

1. always wash your gauntlets after tinkling

2. kill people so they can go to heaven sooner

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Add-on print for the @hydratrashbook

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Frank Grillo as Jorg Drakos II King of Killers (2023)

#rumlow;;

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please don’t ask me how much time I spend thinking about how the metal arm attaches and how much scarring there is around it

lies down, thinks about life choices

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Brock’s smile was brilliant as he recognized the familiar look on Winter’s face. The man hadn’t been lying, it seemed. He really did remember exactly where he belonged. The former Commander pulled back, just enough to place a hand on his shoulder and guide Winter down to his knees in the grass. He shifted his grip from his shoulder to tangle in his hair, his free hand unzipping his now far too tight pants. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath, his straining cock bobbing free.

Rumlow closed the thin distance between them. “Not yet,” he ordered. “Deep breath first.”

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be… ah. Whatever. Fuck it. What do you want?”

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It was so comfortable. Winter was coiling so seamlessly back into the hole he had left empty in Brock, as if a long lost limb had regrown. This living weapon had long become an extension of himself, and it was achingly good to have it returned. Still, despite the hard, pressing need of his cock in his jeans, Rumlow kept his head.

“You’re gonna have to show me you didn’t forget what I taught you. Pleasure through obedience. Order through pain. Shame does not exist. I’m gonna let you have what you want, but you’re gonna have to cum without being touched, just rutting against the ground like needy goddamn toy I know you are.”

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be… ah. Whatever. Fuck it. What do you want?”

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Pride swelled in his chest, and his pants, as he watched Winter’s eyes turn to need. As the man pleaded so sweetly, their lips were no longer together, foreheads pressed close now as Brock looked down at the familiar sight. “Steve Rogers was never gonna be what you fucking needed,” he grunted. “I bet he was sweet and slow and asked what you wanted, that right? Nah. Fucking pathetic old fashioned cunt. You need someone to tell you exactly what to be.” Winter wasn’t what HYDRA had made him, the thought shot through his mind. He was what Brock had made him. Pleasure trained him far deeper and more thoroughly than pain could, if he had to venture a guess.

“I’ll let you have it. But only if you prove you’re still a good Soldier.”

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be… ah. Whatever. Fuck it. What do you want?”

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His tongue didn’t test, but plunged, as if he needed to outline the inside of him before he could bear to breathe again. Rumlow remembered the last time he had done this. It hadn’t been sweet, not even in the rough approximation of a way this was. He remembered Winter in chains, the look in his eyes as he’d put the Soldier down on his knees, giving him a ‘gift’ for a job well done. He remembered the ravenous desperation of a touch starved creature, malleable in the palms of his hands. God, but didn’t he want that again? That gaze peering through fanned lashes, his plush lips wind burnt.

Brock wedged his knee between Winter’s legs, rutting it up in a way that would be teasing if it wasn’t so hungry. “I fucking want you,” he managed out, in the half seconds between their lips interlocking and parting again.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be… ah. Whatever. Fuck it. What do you want?”

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His breath came out shaky, something that had never quite happened before. It had been too long since Brock had tasted this heat, it was so sweet it had nearly turned bitter on his tongue. The former Commander was perhaps a little harsh as he finally pressed forwards, roughly pinning Bucky in place as their lips collided. He tasted like whiskey. Like Russia. Like home. “Fuck,” Rumlow’s surprised grunt spilled out as he balled a fist in the shorter man’s shirt, as if it could somehow let him get closer, let him crawl inside.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be… ah. Whatever. Fuck it. What do you want?”

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The Soldier’s admission stirred something deep inside of Brock that he had worried died out a long time ago. A spark. That deep longing intermingled with the familiar comfort of Winter’s soft obedience, and it felt like the wonder of convincing a wild animal it was safe to eat out of only your hand.

They were nearing the cabin now, but Rumlow couldn’t stop himself wanting just a few more moments with only Winter, before he had to share him once again. His agility and speed were admirable for a man of his age and condition, but not quite what they had once been as he twisted, pressing Bucky’s back against the rough bark of the nearest tree, his lips nearly brushing the Soldier’s own. “Do you remember what we used to do together?” His voice was barely a whisper in the late summer breeze that ruffled the leaves.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be… ah. Whatever. Fuck it. What do you want?”

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“What you used to be ain’t what you are. How did you feel about it? Cap, and all that, I mean. And why’d you come after me?” He had an idea, anyways, with how well cared for his side arm had been in Bucky’s hands, but he wanted to hear it. Clarity. Just in case he changed his mind and decided to kill both him and Jack after all.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

“Aren’t you supposed to be… ah. Whatever. Fuck it. What do you want?”

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Now that? That gave Rumlow pause. “And what exactly does SHIELD want to work with me for? I know I’m just about the best fucking STRIKE commander they ever had, but I can’t imagine anyone is too thrilled at putting me back on a team.”

"You're alive?"

“Despite your best fuckin’ efforts, Cap. Never thought I’d have to see your mug again. What do you want?”