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cybernetic-asset · 9 hours

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WHEN YOU REALLY WANT TO RP WITH SOMEONE BUT UR AFRAID THEY THINK UR ANNOYING SO U STAY IN THE SHADOWS WITH A BROKEN HEART GOD DAMMIT

#ooc #me but also #I DONT THINK ANY OF YALL ARE ANNOYING ILU #anyways #replies incoming sooooon

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cybernetic-asset · 2 days

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What kinks can you see my character having?

#sinday #[ we can get a little crazy just for fun ;; NSFW ]

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cybernetic-asset · 2 days

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Brock : Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Jack ?

Jack : … No.

The Asset : I do!

Brock : I know.

The Asset : I’m sad!

Brock : I know, baby .

#i cackled #ooc

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cybernetic-asset · 5 days

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The water was so warm- Rumlow's hands were so warm. The Soldier let a soft whimper pass his lips and pressed his forehead into the wall-- Drooping under the temperature of the water, sinking into the rhythmic drumming of the water and Brock's hands working out long-seeded knots in his muscles. He sighed, letting his head tilt back with the drag of Rumlow's hand, rocking back on his heels, his back brushing up again Brock's chest. Relax... His handler said, and the Soldier tried his best- He really did, shifting his weight so he was turned to face him. He slid his left hand, his metal one, around Brock's waist-- sliding it up to the small of his back and leaning in close, resting his chin on Rumlow's shoulder. He trembled from the loss of the warmth from the water, feeling the cold attempting to worm its way back in. Metal fingers dug deep into Brock's skin as he attempted to chase the warmth back by pressing against him. Another soft sound, the Soldier tilting his head back enough so that he could look Brock in the face-- His own gaze sharp, before he buried hs face back in the crook of Rumlow's neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

"I don't have to listen to you!"

- @cybernetic-asset

Hiiii //

Some days are like that. It all piles up and sleepless nights push him to the edge and what better way to relax than to clean his weapons, Asset included, maybe. But as the day went on and he grew more tired and irritated, the last drop was hearing the soldier's response at his request to help.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he spun around and without thinking a hand flew to the other's neck, pushing him against the wall as Brock bared his teeth with the anger he's barely keeping a hold of.

"This wouldn't be the best day to do that, kid." his voice low and grave, nails digging into the softness of the soldier's throat.

#[ kingcrossbones ]#👀

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cybernetic-asset · 5 days

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The Asset is not allowed to touch people, but sometimes he has permission to touch his Commander.

More on patreon 🖤

#[ Rumlow ;; Open up my box and pull the strings ]

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cybernetic-asset · 6 days

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“Mhm, sure.” James pats his head. “It’s not a shameful thing, Rumlow- Y’know that? Don’t gotta get all angry about it— Though I guess that’s fairly on brand.”

“I need your help. @stripesofbrooklyn is holding someone hostage.” - @hailhydrasheads

“Got some steel fucking balls comin’ to me for help- But fine, I’ll bite. Though, I’m sure Stevie has a good reason for it.”

< @stripesofbrooklyn + @hailhydrasheads >

#[ hailhydrasheads ]#I REBLOGGEF TO THE WRONG ACCOUNT AAAAA

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cybernetic-asset · 6 days

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'Are you offering, Barnes?' A mischievous grin stretched across his lips; he was already semi- who could blame him? World was going to shit again. 'Wouldn't say no, yanno.' He stretched, clicking his tongue and leaned back on his heels, surveying him. 'If you need a bodyguard, there are very few who can get past me, cause I bite and all that.' Understatement. His morals were few and far between. 'Spangles would have a job.'

“‘Course I am- No fun in drinking alone or whatever the phrase is.” He pulled over another glass, filling it before sliding it to him.

He settled back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the table, huffing softly. “Wouldn’t mind the extra help- Though I can take care of myself pretty okay.” James flashed a grin, looking him over. “We can work out the details over these.”

#[ fangsforhire ]

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cybernetic-asset · 6 days

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I wonder how Raynor would feel to find out someone's claiming ownership of you again. When do you get to belong to yourself? Maybe no one views you as anything other than an object to be owned with no free will of your own.

“I don’t give a shit about what Raynor thinks-

…

Maybe there’s some truth in that. Maybe- No. Fuck that- I’m not letting anyone do that to me again.”

#[ dash commentary. ]

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cybernetic-asset · 6 days

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Villain: We have him.

Loki: Who?

Villain: Your man with the metal arm. Now, y—

Loki: Three...

Villain: Why are you—

Loki: Two...

Villain: —counting—

Loki: One.

Villain: —back?

*incoherent screaming, crashing noises, sudden silence*

Loki: Honey?

Bucky: *grunts* Yeah.

Loki: What in the Nine Realms took you so long?

Bucky: They sedated me and it took too long to wake up.

Loki: ...are you okay?

Bucky: Yeah.

Loki: Well, you better hurry up, then. Dinner's almost ready. Bring some bread?

Bucky: Right. Love you.

Loki: 🥰 Love you, too!

#[ Loki ;; You're familiar // Like my mirrors years ago ]

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cybernetic-asset · 6 days

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The Soldier was… Hesitant… To say the least— Taking a few steps into the tiled room, glancing around warily.

It was clinical- The air too cool on his skin and the tile too cold beneath his feet. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, and he glanced behind him when Brock left.

It didn’t take but a moment for him to slip out of what he was wearing, scooping it up with one hand— Folding it and setting it against the wall near the door, taking up position back in the middle of the room, facing the wall across from the door. It made him less dangerous- Not being able to immediately see who was coming, and it was how most of the other agents preferred he stay when they were entering and exiting rooms. He shivered again, startling when the door slammed behind him.

He didn’t move, but his head turned sharply, breath hitching in his chest and the newly-cleaned arm whirring with anticipation. He relaxed, a bit, when he saw it was Rumlow, nodding quietly to him. It was new, to him, this room and this scenario— And so he was on edge again.

"I don't have to listen to you!"

- @cybernetic-asset

Hiiii //

Some days are like that. It all piles up and sleepless nights push him to the edge and what better way to relax than to clean his weapons, Asset included, maybe. But as the day went on and he grew more tired and irritated, the last drop was hearing the soldier's response at his request to help.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he spun around and without thinking a hand flew to the other's neck, pushing him against the wall as Brock bared his teeth with the anger he's barely keeping a hold of.

"This wouldn't be the best day to do that, kid." his voice low and grave, nails digging into the softness of the soldier's throat.

#[ kingcrossbones ]

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cybernetic-asset · 6 days

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'I will pretend to understand a word of that and give you compensation,' he drawled, reaching for one of the fine liquors and passing it to him. 'Supersoldier or not, that shit works. You're welcome.'

He nodded in slight appreciation, starting to look a little stressed from all the commotion— He took the bottle gratefully and poured himself a sizeable amount. “‘Preciate it, really.”

James gestured with the bottle, “You drinkin’ too?”

#lmaooo #hell yeah free booze

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cybernetic-asset · 6 days

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*slaps a sticky note on his forehead with the words ‘my Bucky’ written on them*

“… What the hell?”

He rips it off and tosses it away.

#[ it's a closed discussion ;; answer ]#[ anon ]

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