#2808

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AA: what d0 y0u think y0ure d0ing! AA: just st0p AA: st0p st0p st0p st0p st0p st0p AA: maybe if i say st0p en0ugh s0mething else will happen instead 0f the thing that d0es

Aradia has had enough of the Alpha Tmeline.

No matter how stoic she may appear, there's a part of her that can't stand to see her friends suffer - and that part of her is finally gaining ground against the mental conditioning of the Voices.

She doesn't want this, and all her posturing about how it's pointless to fight the inevitable tide of fate is revealed as the coping mechanism it always was. This is wrong, she knows it's wrong, and even if it's pointless, she has to at least try to help.

AA: i kn0w its exciting AA: breaking stuff AA: and n0t w0rrying ab0ut it

You know, I'm starting to understand why this fatalism was so intoxicating to Aradia. The Alpha offers her freedom from consequences, allowing her to act on her impulses without worrying about the fallout.

After all, if something is supposed to break, then it's pretty much already broken.

And who can blame you for breaking something that's already broken?

They'd probably break it too, given half a chance.

TT: You sound frustrated. TT: Like you know you can't change my mind. TT: I presume your future footage of me has already verified this? AA: i d0nt even need t0 watch y0ur future acti0ns t0 kn0w this AA: the kn0wing is the same as this elusive feeling 0f sickness thats been with me f0r years AA: pr0bably since bef0re i died c0me t0 think 0f it AA: it was always a big setup

She's really woken up, hasn't she? Most of the damage is already done, but it's just so gratifying to hear Aradia finally catching on, in real time.

Especially since the first thing she's choosing to do, after climbing out of the hole she's in, is extend a hand down to Rose.

AA: i just wish AA: back when i was behaving recklessly AA: i had s0me0ne t0 tell me t0 st0p listening

Damn it, this is so frustrating.

Rose doesn't understand what it means that Aradia is saying these things. This girl is fighting back literal years of depression, apathy and mental conditioning to try and help Rose see another way, but she's getting treated like just another run-of-the-mill troll. Listen, Rose!

[albertxylin]

Clinical Constellations

On the way home it rains hard for a moment, Enough to frost the glass and blur the world. The streetlights turn into passing comets, And it all softens into tender halos forming a galaxy. It is gentle in all the ways a hospital tries to be But isn't. Sterile well-lit hallways and clear spaces are not a lullaby, No matter how many smiles and multicoloured curtains and complimentary cups of coffee inhabit it.

It will have to do for now. You will have to find a way to rest So that you will have the strength to recover, So that we can see falling stars trapped in a raindrop And sing a lullaby together.

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Sketch a Day 2808- A Memory- 10/21/23

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NGC 2808 // Roger Bertuli

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Dogstomp #2808 - September 14th

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Aradia Megido, Rose Lalonde

Act 5, page 2808

-- apocalypseArisen [AA] began trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] --

AA: what d0 y0u think y0ure d0ing!

AA: just st0p

AA: st0p st0p st0p st0p st0p st0p

AA: maybe if i say st0p en0ugh s0mething else will happen instead 0f the thing that d0es

TT: Hi.

AA: y0u arent g0ing t0 st0p are y0u

TT: Do you want me to stop using magic too?

AA: n0 i d0nt care ab0ut that

AA: its y0ur quest t0 tear y0ur sessi0n apart

AA: i kn0w its exciting

AA: breaking stuff

AA: and n0t w0rrying ab0ut it

AA: but there are c0nsequences t0 hum0ring y0ur destructive impulses

AA: and c0nsequences t0 f0ll0wing

TT: ?

AA: what they say

TT: Who?

AA: y0u kn0w wh0

TT: You sound frustrated.

TT: Like you know you can't change my mind.

TT: I presume your future footage of me has already verified this?

AA: i d0nt even need t0 watch y0ur future acti0ns t0 kn0w this

AA: the kn0wing is the same as this elusive feeling 0f sickness thats been with me f0r years

a: pr0bably since bef0re i died c0me t0 think 0f it

AA: it was always a big setup

TT: You died?

TT: Revived via dream self, I take it?

AA: n0

AA: i never had 0ne

AA: s0rt 0f a special case here

TT: Hmm.

AA: i just wish

AA: back when i was behaving recklessly

AA: i had s0me0ne t0 tell me t0 st0p listening

AA: even if i ended up ign0ring their advice

AA: it w0uld have been nice

TT: What did they tell you?

AA: i was assured i w0uld be saving my race

AA: which is maybe still true i d0nt kn0w

AA: but if it is then it will be the punchline t0 the vast j0ke

TT: Is that anything like the ultimate riddle?

AA: y0u really d0nt understand anything yet d0 y0u

AA: and yet y0u bug and fuss and meddle

AA: with things m0re danger0us than y0u can imagine

AA: what d0 y0u want with the s0urce 0f the first guardians

AA: what g00d d0 y0u really think c0uld c0me 0f it

TT: Do you know about it?

TT: The sun?

AA: y0u cant p0ssibly wield its energy 0r put it t0 c0nstructive use

TT: That isn't exactly my plan.

AA: y0u w0nt find it either

AA: its imp0ssible

TT: How do you know that?

TT: Could you please share your information with me?

AA: n0!

AA: y0u still havent gathered that y0ure the pr0blem

AA: im thr0ugh with c0nsci0usly c0ntributing t0 inevitable 0utc0mes

TT: Well,

TT: Aren't you doing that regardless? Right now?

AA: 0bvi0usly

AA: but im just talking

AA: maybe the things i say will indirectly trigger y0ur critical acti0ns

AA: maybe n0t wh0 kn0ws

AA: maybe!!!

AA: maybe if i behave in a manner s0 rand0m

AA: parad0x space w0nt kn0w h0w t0 handle it!

AA: blah BL00P blee BLUH!@#$%^&*()_+

AA: didnt see that 0ne c0ming did y0u pspace??? + ?*rand(413^612)

AA: oh look and now i suddenly refuse to type zeroes in my sentences

AA: isnt that crazy! who thought that was even a possibility

AA: bslick never would have imagined THAT little vestibule of probability was tucked somewhere in his huge glistening blow sack

AA: ribbit ribbit ribbit

AA: WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT

AA: I JUST CONTROLLED THE RIBBITS AND I DID IT DELIBERATELY

TT: O_O

AA: hahaha!

AA: 0h w0w im sure y0u were just being faceti0us with that but y0u have n0 idea h0w funny that is right n0w

AA: y0u had n0 way 0f kn0wing thats a thing i d0 all the time but with zer0es

AA: this is great

AA: i think im 0n t0 s0mething here

AA: maybe if i dig deep en0ugh int0 my circuitry and rer0ute all 0f my reserve p0wer thr0ugh my quantum based rand0m number generat0r i can pr0duce behavi0r s0 c0mpletely 0ff the wall that parad0x space will have n0 ch0ice but t0 change everything!

TT: You have circuitry?

AA: maybe i will also rig my p0wer s0urce t0 the 0utc0me 0f the functi0n and rand0mly bl0w myself up!

AA: that w0uld be just

AA: really

AA: really

AA: really*rand(rand(rand(rand(rand(0M)*0M)*0M)*0M)*0M) where 0M = s0me number drawn quite at rand0m fr0m 0ne 0f y0ur absurd human hats

AA: !~M~0~D~N~A~R

AA: g00dbye r0se

AA: enj0y y0ur rampant indiscreti0ns

AA: talk t0 y0u later assuming i havent rand0mly bl0wn myself up!

TT: Wait, don't go!

TT: You were actually interesting.

--- apocalypseArisen [AA] ceased trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] --

[thewertsearch]

AA: y0u really d0nt understand anything yet d0 y0u AA: and yet y0u bug and fuss and meddle AA: with things m0re danger0us than y0u can imagine

An accurate assessment. Rose is acting on information from the Gods, and it's glaringly obvious that she hasn't been given the full picture. As a result, her plans are flawed and dangerous.

Now, if Aradia would enlighten us as to why Rose's plans are so dangerous, we might actually get somewhere. She seems uncharacteristically chatty at the moment, so my hopes are high.

AA: what d0 y0u want with the s0urce 0f the first guardians AA: what g00d d0 y0u really think c0uld c0me 0f it TT: Do you know about it? TT: The sun?

So First Guardians are created by the Green Sun.

Wait - actually, I think they're created from the Green Sun.

While Bec was being cloned, the screen which originally displayed Nanna and Grandpa changed to a field of flickering green lightning.

It almost looks like the appearifier was pointed inside the Sun itself, which leads me to wonder what would happen if you tried to summon the thing. Maybe some of the Sun's material was teleported into Bec's body, to serve as the fuel for his abilities.

That would certainly explain his astronomical internal temperature - but Bec is basically a god, so he could also just be doing this with his powers.

AA: y0u cant p0ssibly wield its energy 0r put it t0 c0nstructive use

I'm sure it could defeat Jack - although the word 'defeat' falls a bit flat when you're reducing someone to elementary particles.

Using the Sun against him feels like bringing a nuke to a knife fight - it's ridiculous overkill, and will get literally everyone killed.

TT: That isn't exactly my plan.

Well, now I'm stumped. All my theories about how Rose would use the Sun were predicated on the assumption that she wanted to access the First Guardians' powers - or, at least, the enormous energy they wield.

But it doesn't sound like she's trying to empower herself, or convert the Sun into a weapon. What can you do with the Sun that doesn't qualify as 'constructive use', but does contribute to killing Jack?

Well, I suppose she could corrupt it. Maybe the gods want her to transmute it into the Black Sun, and create some eldritch First Guardians to fight Noir.

That said, they'd be hard-pressed to create a Guardian who's more corrupt than Doc Scratch.

AA: y0u w0nt find it either AA: its imp0ssible

The Sun is implicitly connected to every First Guardian, so it's unlikely to be in any specific session. I don't think there are multiple instances of it, like Skaia, because it's not supposed to be an official part of a session in the first place; Rose had to essentially datamine Sburb to learn about it.

I assume, then, that the Sun is somewhere more fundamental than any specific Medium instance. It's probably in intersession space - perhaps even beyond the Furthest Ring.

AA: im thr0ugh with c0nsci0usly c0ntributing t0 inevitable 0utc0mes TT: Well, TT: Aren't you doing that regardless? Right now? AA: 0bvi0usly AA: but im just talking [...] AA: maybe if i behave in a manner s0 rand0m AA: parad0x space w0nt kn0w h0w t0 handle it! AA: blah BL00P blee BLUH!@#$%^&()_+ AA: didnt see that 0ne c0ming did y0u pspace??? + ?rand(413^612)

Well, I don't think you can break predestination with a run-of-the-mill pseudorandom number generator - but I do like where your head's at. Probability might just be the key to fighting fate.

I mean, Vriska is apparently able to alter probability - despite the fact that all Alpha Timeline outcomes should be set in stone.

What's up with that?

[canadianno]

In the meantime while your reeling with the mcdongle, I'm happy to report that your lamb was almost done but then I went started rendering the everliving crap out of it so...

Sock you are KILLING me

[pagan-corruption]

The person who did request 2808 also added the caveat that it is specifically December the 1st as if there's other songs about the year 2808.

[kasuaalipelitelevisio]

Prospect that im going to earn nice amout money in 4 years does bring me comfort.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Bumpy Ride -Oneshot

Word count: 2808

Part 2

The mission was over, but the Quinjet had been badly damaged during the fight.

“Welp, looks like we’re taking the truck,” Sam announced, turning toward the off roading vehicle on the trail that was left behind by the bad guys.

“How the hell are we all supposed to fit in that?” Bucky asked, looking at the truck incredulously.

“Well, I won’t be in it,” Sam said, his wings opening up with a whoosh.  “So that frees up a spot.”

“Oh sure, but there’s still 5 of us, and that only seats like 4,” Y/N reasoned, crossing her arms in frustration.  “With my fat ass, Bucky being an absolute unit, Peter, Wanda, and Strange–”

“Oh honey, none of us need to ride,” Wanda said.  “We can all travel differently.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Of course, I forget that I’m just so lucky to not be able to fly or teleport or swing places.”

“Neither can I, doll,” Bucky looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, but you run super fast,” Y/N said, raising her eyebrows back at him.

“You want me to run down the mountain?” he frowned.

“No,” she groaned, rubbing her face harshly.  “Nevermind, let’s just go.  But you’re driving.  I will not be held responsible for crashing that tank.”

Bucky chuckled as they both bid farewell to the others that all took off in their special ways.  He helped her hop up into the raised truck, then had to help her get buckled with all the different straps and buckles.

“Jesus, where’s the manual for this thing?” Y/N huffed when she was finally buckled in, the straps stretched around her plushy body.  She could tell this was going to be a really bumpy ride, and quickly zipped up her tactical suit so her breasts wouldn’t spill out down the mountain.  She wasn’t a regular agent.  She’d been added as a back up to the Avengers’ missions because of her mutant powers of healing and energy absorption.  She was a living med bay, as well as a walking bomb when need be, but that was extremely rare.   She wasn’t as in shape or slender like other agents and superheroes.  At times it was confidence shaking, but usually she didn’t worry about it.  She wasn’t there to fight, just heal and take care of massive business.

“For real,” Bucky agreed at her comment as he strapped himself in.  “So fucking complicated.”  When he finished with a grunt she giggled and he glanced at her with a smirk before turning the truck on.  “Here we go.”

The ride was rough.  She was jiggling like crazy, her hands gripping the straps for dear life as the truck rolled over large rocks and down winding curves of a trail that was nearly nonexistent.  Bucky was maneuvering it well, but a new problem arose as they started down a path that had consistent bumps.  Her breath sounded jumpy as they hurtled down, and the tightness of her suit around her nether regions rode up in between her legs further.  The tight fabric rubbed against her clit, and she stiffened at the shot of pleasure that careened through her pussy.  Her jaw ticked, her eyes squinting as she tried not to visibly shudder at the feeling.

“You okay there, doll?” Bucky’s voice cut through the cabin.

Y/N glanced at him with a quick, unconvincing smile.  “Yep,” she said, way too chipper than she normally would before staring out the front window, desperately trying not to moan.

He just hummed, obviously not believing her.  Please, not in front of Bucky, she prayed to whatever god would listen, her cheeks blushing hard at the thought of cumming in front of him.  She’d had a huge crush on him for a while, but was unwilling to risk their friendship or working relationship by confessing feelings she wasn’t sure were reciprocated.  But the further down they went, the more Bucky had to tap on the brakes to slow them down the bumpy trail, the more she had to bite back the inevitable.  The pressure mounted as the fabric tightened over her clit even further.  It was getting painful, and that somehow made it more pleasurable.  Y/N was losing it.  It was happening, the zings of pleasure and desire making her pussy throb and her body tremble.  Her breathing picked up even further, crossing her ankles to try to relieve some pressure, but it only made it worse.  

“Are you sure?” Bucky interrupted, his voice sounding strained.  “Do we need to stop?”

Y/N was going to possibly take him up on the offer, but then they hit a particularly large bump in the road, the suit stretching just right on that bundle of nerves, and it tipped her over the edge.  She whimpered loudly as she came in her pants, her back going stiff and her head falling back against the seat.  Bucky gasped quietly next to her, his eyes flickering back and forth between her and the road.  It seemed to go on forever, prolonged by the never ending bumpy road.

When she finally calmed down they had found the main road, which was smooth as it careened down the last bit of the mountain.  The drive back home was still another hour, at least, and when she was able to breathe normally again she had the sudden, stomach lurching switch of pure pleasure to swift embarrassment.  She bit her lip as she tried to subtly right herself in her seat, the tactical suit now even more uncomfortable being lined with her cum.  She fought off tears the whole way home, grateful to Bucky for not saying anything, though she could feel his eyes on her periodically.

She had never been so happy to see the compound before.  Bucky pulled into the large garage, parking next to the elevator.  The second he cut off the engine Y/N’s fingers ripped at the straps and buckles, trying to free herself from the infernal truck so she could run away and hide from him.  She was mildly aware of Bucky unbuckling himself and getting out of the truck.  He opened her door a second later, reaching in and helping her get out.

“I’ve got it,” she huffed, trying to push his hands away.  She couldn’t stand to be near him right now.

“Y/N–”

She grunted as the last two straps held her firmly, her hands starting to shake as her emotions got the better of her, her eyes filling with tears and making it harder to see what she was doing.  Her breathing became heavier as she started to panic, wanting to be anywhere but here.  “Please just–”

“Doll!”  Her eyes snapped to him, her cheeks blushing madly once again.  Her tears spilled over as he gave her a pitiful look.  “It’s okay,” he said quietly.  “Just let me help you.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment before nodding reluctantly.  Bucky nodded back before reaching over her to help undo the last two belts.  It brought his face close to hers, and she sniffled quickly, looking up at the roof of the truck to avoid his eyes.  The pitiful look was rough enough, she didn’t want to see anymore pity or embarrassment coming from him.  When the last belt fell away he moved away, hands reached up to help her down from the truck.  She hesitated before letting him hold her by the hips to help her down from the near four foot drop to the ground.  She landed on wobbly legs, his hands staying on her for another moment before she pushed him away.

“Thank you,” she whispered, shrinking away and angling her body to make a break for it to the elevator.

“You’re welcome,” Bucky replied quietly.  “Listen–”

“Bye Buck,” she said loudly and ducked her head, making a beeline for the elevator, not sparing a look back, thankful to him again for not following her so she could have space.  She kept her composure until she reached her room, shutting the door and locking it behind herself before sinking down to her knees, letting out the big ugly cry she had been holding in.  How could she ever face him again?  Accidentally cumming in front of her crush because of a bumpy drive?  It was ridiculous to even fathom, and yet she’d lived it.  She dragged herself to the shower, stripping out of the tactical suit she swore she’d never wear again, throwing it in the wash on the way.  She let out her anguish even more in the shower, crying harder than she had in a long time.  I want the ground to swallow me whole.

***

The next few weeks were strange.  Everyone around Y/N could tell something was wrong, but she wouldn’t talk to anyone about it.  Every time she and Bucky were in the same room she would find an excuse to leave, unable to meet his eye or talk to him.  And whilst she was refusing to look at him, the Avengers around them found it amusing how much Bucky couldn’t stop staring at her.  

The minute they were in the same room together, Bucky would shift in his seat, his gaze settling on her alone, barely leaving her even if someone else talked to him.  It became a running joke to see how long either of them would last in the same room as the other before they ran away.  After three weeks of this mess Wanda lost her patience and marched into Y/N’s room after she had run away from the common room once again.

“Alright, enough of this,” she announced as she walked into Y/N’s room with no invitation.  “What happened on the drive back from the mission three weeks ago?”

Y/N’s eyes widened.  “Nothing,” she squeaked.

“Well something must have happened for you to run from the room whenever Bucky is around, and for him to literally eye fuck you when he sees you,” Wanda said, tilting her head and crossing her arms over her chest.  “I’m giving you a chance to tell me before I read your mind and find out for myself, because this is ridiculous.  Everyone can see something is wrong, and it's affecting the team dynamic.  So spill.”

Y/N hung her head in her hands, groaning loudly.  “Fine, just shut the door.”  Wanda quickly shut it then sat on Y/N’s bed, waiting for her to speak.  Y/N sighed and looked down at her lap.  “It was a bumpy ride down the mountain,” she began.  “I was wearing that tight tactical suit, and next thing I know it’s…riding up between my legs and…rubbing me,” she gestured to her lap.  Wanda’s eyes narrowed then widened in horror.  Y/N nodded and started to cry again.  “I fucking came right in front of him,” she said, hanging her head in her hands again.  “It was so embarrassing.  I tried so hard to stop it, but I couldn’t.  The look he gave me,” she paused, sniffing hard.  “God I could just die from the shame.”

Wanda sat in silence for a moment before she snorted a laugh.  Y/N looked at her with a hurt expression.  “Oh, honey, I’m not laughing at you,” Wanda said quickly.  “I’m just laughing at the situation.  That explains why he’s been eye fucking you.”

“He has not,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Yes he has,” Wanda raised her eyebrows at her.  “You didn’t see because you’ve been actively avoiding him since then.  I’ve seen, and heard, him.  His thoughts are loud and…quite colorful,” she said, her cheeks blushing madly.  “You do not need to be embarrassed.  If anything, him seeing that gave him the push to actually do something about his feelings for you.”

“He doesn’t have feelings for me,” Y/N retorted.  “He just saw me cum and now can’t see me without seeing that.  It’s awkward–”

“He wants to be the one to make you cum,” Wanda said.  She tapped her finger against her temple.  “I see and hear it all, honey.  Trust me.  Just talk to him.”  She reached over and gripped Y/N’s hand comfortingly before standing and leaving the room.  

Y/N watched her leave, her mouth agape in shock.  Bucky had feelings for her?  He was…eye fucking her?

***

The next time Y/N was in the conference room with everyone else for a pre-mission briefing, even though she wasn’t going on this one, she didn’t let herself shy away from anyone’s gaze, including Bucky’s.  She actually tried to catch him in the act of eye fucking her, still unsure about what Wanda had said.  When the briefing was beyond what she needed to pay attention to, her eyes settled on a corner of the room, her fingers fiddling with the necklace she was wearing.  She could feel his stare, and she slowly moved her eyes from the corner to him sitting across from her at the conference table.

Bucky was focused solely on her, his eyes flickering down her body then fixating on her fingers with the necklace.  Y/N slid her fingers across the chain, watching his eyes follow the movement with rapt attention.  He was frowning in deep concentration, his lips slightly parted, his breathing steady but heavy.  Y/N then brought the chain up to her lips, pulling the pendant up and grazing it over her lips slowly.  His eyelids fluttered at the change in movement, biting his lower lip and dragging it through his teeth before licking his lips.  Y/N tested one more time, licking her lips and slightly pursing them.  Bucky shifted in his seat, swallowing harshly.  He suddenly met her gaze and froze, realizing she was watching him.

“Dismissed,” Nick Fury called out, and everyone started rising from their chairs to leave the conference room. 

Y/N quickly scurried from the conference room, taking the stairs down to the personal rooms rather than the elevator.  She only made it two stairwells down when thundering footsteps rumbled behind her, then suddenly Bucky landed in front of her on the landing.  She gasped, looking up to where he’d jumped from.  

“Jesus, Bucky, you’re gonna kill yourself!  Or me!  Fuck,” she huffed, her hand over her heart.

He didn’t say anything, then pushed her against the opposite wall.  She gasped again as he caged her against it, then looked up at him.  His eyes were dark, a look of deep desire raging in them as his flesh hand cupped the side of her face.  “I can’t do this anymore,” he said, his voice coming out gravelly.  “Ever since I saw you cum I can’t think of anything else.”  His head dipped down to be eye level with her, and he nuzzled his nose along her cheek, his lips grazing over her skin.  “That was so…fucking hot, Y/N,” he groaned, kissing her cheek lightly.  “I know you were embarrassed, but you don’t need to be.”

Y/N’s hands were shaking at her sides as she gripped the bottom of her shirt.  Her eyelids fluttered at his movements on her face.  “You…you liked it?” she whispered.

“I fucking loved it,” Bucky grunted in her ear.  “All I can think about is you doing it again, but this time it’s because of me.”  He kissed down to her neck, licking at her throat and nipping at her jaw.  Y/N whimpered, her hands shooting out to fist into Bucky’s shirt and pull him closer.  “I want to see you grinding over my cock until you cum all over me.  You’re so pretty when you cum, baby.  Please let me see it again.”

“Is that all you want?” Y/N asked, her face moving to try and meet his lips.

Bucky shuddered at her tone.  “Well, I was hoping that maybe you could make yourself cum first, then I’ll make you cum as many times as possible, in every way I can.”  Y/N shivered as he pulled back to look at her.  “Then I’d fuck you, stuff you full of my cum until you can’t take anymore, and have you dripping me for days.”

“I’m…I’m not on the pill.  I don’t have an IUD,” Y/N said sadly.

“I don’t care,” Bucky said.  “You can have an abortion, or not.  But being linked to you forever?  You don’t have to threaten me with a good time,” he smirked.  

Her eyes widened, her head falling back against the wall as the idea of possibly getting pregnant with Bucky’s baby, being his in some capacity, was so hot she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat.  “You wanna breed me?” she breathed.

Bucky’s eyes rolled back, his metal hand whirring as it pushed into the wall harder with a crack.  “Fuck yes,” he growled.

Part 2?

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