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Jun. 9th, 2023 12:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semi_stableThe modern technological era comes with its fair share of problems, but Bucky will give it one thing: learning stuff is a whole hell of a lot easier. When he decides that he wants to build a small pen off the side of his outbuilding, all he really needs to do is watch a few videos on the internet. He doesn't even have to talk to anyone, and that's just another bonus.
After checking on the new arrivals out in the workshop, Bucky loads Bopp up in the truck and heads to the hardware store, loading up a flatbed cart with wood and nails and whatever tools he needs that he doesn't already have. Luckily, the store also has the basics that he'll need to go inside the pen, including a trough and bags of hay and feed, so he doesn't even need to make a second stop.
Once they're back home, Bucky opens the back door to let Alpine out. She winds around his feet and headbutts Bopp, and both animals trot after him as he heads toward the workshop. He wants to get started right away, kind of needs to, so he gets right to it, determined to finish by the end of the day.
By the time afternoon rolls around and the sun is high in the sky, Bucky's stripped down to a white tank and worn jeans. He uses the elastic around his wrist to pull his hair back into a small loop at the back of his head, grateful that it's long enough now to get it up and off his neck.
He cuts the wood by hand, working the saw back and forth at each mark he's made, and then takes a short break to wipe sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist.
"Bopp," he says to his dog, who is laying in the shade and chewing on a bone while Alpine snoozes on a tree brunch above her. She lifts her head and looks at him. "Why don't you go get me a beer?"
He isn't actually expecting her to do anything, and he smiles a little to himself when her head tilts at the question. "Is that a no?"
After checking on the new arrivals out in the workshop, Bucky loads Bopp up in the truck and heads to the hardware store, loading up a flatbed cart with wood and nails and whatever tools he needs that he doesn't already have. Luckily, the store also has the basics that he'll need to go inside the pen, including a trough and bags of hay and feed, so he doesn't even need to make a second stop.
Once they're back home, Bucky opens the back door to let Alpine out. She winds around his feet and headbutts Bopp, and both animals trot after him as he heads toward the workshop. He wants to get started right away, kind of needs to, so he gets right to it, determined to finish by the end of the day.
By the time afternoon rolls around and the sun is high in the sky, Bucky's stripped down to a white tank and worn jeans. He uses the elastic around his wrist to pull his hair back into a small loop at the back of his head, grateful that it's long enough now to get it up and off his neck.
He cuts the wood by hand, working the saw back and forth at each mark he's made, and then takes a short break to wipe sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist.
"Bopp," he says to his dog, who is laying in the shade and chewing on a bone while Alpine snoozes on a tree brunch above her. She lifts her head and looks at him. "Why don't you go get me a beer?"
He isn't actually expecting her to do anything, and he smiles a little to himself when her head tilts at the question. "Is that a no?"
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Date: 2023-10-20 07:30 pm (UTC)She groans, thinking of that, Loki and Bucky together, or herself in a shifted body, her own perception of gender so much more fluid due to that ability.
"Oh, I'm spoiled, am I?" she manages to say, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Can't allow that, can you?"
But he doesn't stop. His fingers are pumping inside of her, curled against that spot that causes electricity to shiver along her skin, and she curls her fingers in his hair, directing his mouth back to her clit. If he wants her to come, it isn't far off.
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Date: 2023-10-27 07:36 pm (UTC)He can’t say that, however, because Sylvie grabs him by the hair and shoves his face against her cunt, and it’s so hot that he’s knees get a little weak. If he’s spoiling her, he never wants to stop. He wants to make her feel this good every single day, if he can.
Bucky’s lips close over Sylvie’s clit and he sucks hard, flicking his tongue over the tight nub of it as he massages that spot inside of her relentlessly. He wants her to come with her whole body, wet and messy, wants her shaking in his arms before he even puts his cock inside of her, and he grins against her slick skin as her body seizes up, because he’s sure that he’s about to get just that.