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[podfic] Controlled Release

Summary:

podfic of steebadore's awesome fic 'Controlled Release.'

Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying.
Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment.
You know, just normal Thursday things.

Notes:

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Welcome to Controlled Release, podfic version! This is my first podfic recording, and I am very thankful to steebadore for permission to record, and also to quietnight for helping me so much along the way, and for creating a wonderful cover to go with this story.

Kudos, Comments, and constructive criticism are most welcome. HTank you very much for listening. Enjoy!

 

Chapter 1: Controlled Release

Chapter Text

 

cover art by quietnight

Cover art by quietnight

 

 

Listen with music (50:07): Controlled Release 01 music

 

Listen without music (49:10): Controlled Release 01 no music

 

 

Chapter 2: Captain's Log

Summary:

Steve is still laughing when he closes the door after James leaves—because a high five, in the year of our lord two thousand and eighteen. What an idiot. An absolutely adorable idiot, but still. An idiot. And Steve might even still be smiling when he shoves his pants down and grabs his dick, but that quickly dissolves into whatever his face looks like when he goes cross-eyed with relief.

Notes:

Here is the second chapter. Feedback is most welcome! Thank you so much for listening.

Chapter Text

Cover art by quietnight

Cover art created by quietnight

 

Listen with music (18:05): Chapter 02

 

Listen without music (17:08): Chapter 02

Chapter 3: Controlled Release 2: This Time It's Personal

Summary:

 He's averaged about two boners an hour since last week, and while the urge to take care of them has obviously crossed his mind, he'd prefer coming without his brain screaming don't ruin it don't ruin it don't you fucking ruin it goddamn you at him while he does it.

The one-two punch of anxiety and dread that thought brings is enough to fell his frankly impressive morning wood, and Bucky's brain helpfully supplies the sad trombone soundtrack as he watches the tented blanket over his crotch slowly deflate.

Thanks, brain.

Notes:

Many thanks to quietnight for creating a fantastic cover for this work, and for answering about 8247 of my newbie questions while I worked my way through this fic. I am eternally grateful!

 

Chapter Text

Cover art by quietnight

 

Listen with music (57:49) Controlled Release Chapter 03

 

Listen without music (56:25) Controlled Release Chapter 03