hiii congrats on graduating and tysm for opening your requests box again :)
can i please request a shrunkyclunks fic with pussy!buck please? itâs a lazy cloudy day here, so im feeling a story like them just fooling around on their day off, like two horndogs in love? đ„č
again thank you!!! you are an absolute dream maker writing these stories for us â€ïž
Thank you!
You absolutely may request such a thing! And even though it's taken me a very long time to get to your request, it's pretty good timing because, hey, what do you know, where I am in the world, it's a hot, cloudy, stormy summer day. That sets the stage perfectly for these two letches đ
Beyond the gauzy curtains of their master bedroom windows, the day is hot but far from dryâovernight, a thunderstorm brewed on the horizon and rolled across the sky, blanketing it thickly. The clouds and clapping thunder have left the summer day humid, the air thick and electric.
It sizzles to the point that even before Steve hefted Bucky's thick, dead-weight thigh over his hip, spreading him with all that strength (and none of Bucky's) so he could get at his pussy, his hair was standing on end. The nape of his neck with Steve's heavy, slow nighttime breathingâon end. The backs of his arms, held and rubbed sleepily, absently by Steveâon end. Everywhere. On end.
Trembling.
It has everything to do with Steve and some to do with the churning summer storm outside.
Now, amidst both, he can hardly breathe. The air is so thick. Thick likeâ
Guh.
Thick like Steve inside him.
Deep inside him.
His lungs are stuttering, fluttering the same way his pussy trembles around the stiff, hot length of him, and Steve isn't even doing that much. All he didâboth of them still mostly asleep, unrushed and too warm, tangled together in this weatherâwas move his life-size doll and press himself so, so deep inside him before just rocking.
Just smmmooth grinding.
Hot.
Wet.
Rocking.
Grinding.
Barely even fucking.
Only rocking.
Lapping, dripping waves of movement that have Bucky aching to curl in on himself and flex and crawl out of his skin. It feels too good to be true.
âHhhhaaahââ Bucky gasps. It's too much to hold inside, he has to let the sound out.
And, god, he's dripping so muchânot keeping that inside eitherâthat it's not a problem. The slowness, that is. Steve could put anything inside him he wanted, the way he's sopping wet, and he could do it any way he wanted. Fast, slow, hard, soft. It wouldn't matter. His body would take it. Wet. It still aches, though.
Deep inside.
Throbbing.
Aching.
And it's just slow rocking.
Juust thick dripping.
It's so maddening that for minutes on end, his head has been thrown back, and around his flushed face, his long, brown hair lies frizzy and unbrushed from waking up and immediately going at itâinsatiable as dogs. His locks have got to be terribly tangled, ready to choke him at any moment, but he doesn't care. He just wants Steve to, fuckâjust keep doing that. Yes! Like that.
It has to be hours and hours past noon by now, and they haven't been out of bed yet. Nothing can touch them. Sprawled and tangled up on this creaking mattress, clouded and hidden through the storm, all they have is themselves. Only them. Not hunger. Not the need to get up. Just this.
Just Bucky finally surrendering to the sllllow build, burning through his pelvis, rising like licking flames from a fire, into his clenching stomach, and filling his body completely. Burning it to the ground. His bodyâ
Oh.
Unintentionally, that simmering, boiling-over peak is timed just soâhead thrown back more, mouth open wider, gasping higher through his long-awaited climaxâthat thunder cracks in the very same moment.
CRASH!
The simultaneous flash of brilliant light and room-trembling sound ensures Bucky's fragile, subdued cries of pleasure are completely smothered. Tumbling, plunging through it, Bucky's whole body jolts in shock from the loud, snapping noise just beyond their own, private humid, thick atmosphere. But it doesn't register as surprise. Instead, his nerves only pick up on more pleasure.
More sensory input while impaled on Steve's fucking cock? It must be pleasure.
He is blind to anything except pleasure.
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasureârolling through him like a storm of his very own. Bucky is a crack of thunder, a bolt of electricity, and he is a cloud pouring rain. He is the storm. The storm is inside him.
âAh! Ah! AH!â Raining tears and escaping small, involuntary, littered noises of pleasure, his parted lips tremble as Steve thrusts harder into him from just over his shoulder, rolled lazily onto their sides. Oh! God. Bucky is cracked open, riding high on the unstoppable sensation of Steve arriving at his own orgasm inside him with a low, dangerous groanâthe sound rumbling through his chest like far-off thunder. Steve's orgasm is world-rocking for himself and Bucky, determined as he always is to finish what he started, pushing Bucky not just off the cliff but into the thrashing whitewater below, saturated.
when heâs so so big over you and inside you trying to coax you into relaxing for him; saying âitâs ok, sweetheart, youâre doing so well for me, you can take itâ and he kisses you as he slides himself all the way home inside you(swearing youâre so tight around him he can feel your heartbeat) so that your little hiccup is swallowed by his mouth and then he pulls back to admire the sight of you stretched around him to coo; âsee? thereâs my pretty angel. look how good you look full of me.â
Oh to have the start of a second trimester belly, just enough that itâs obvious Iâm pregnant when naked but just barely still concealed by a big, loose shirt. To have that small, swollen curve at the bottom of my belly, right where my womb is hot and firm. Maybe have some budding, milky tits to match. Both are swollen and hot to the touch, even at this size. I want my burgeoning belly and small, swollen tits to be worshipped. Hands rubbing and caressing, all while my soaked pussy and tdick get stroked and played withâ is that too much to ask?
When hes planning to pull out but waits too long before heâs already cumming, realizes it feels so good that he cant move and is stuck on top of you moaning loudly and apologizing while filling you up. In your pleasured haze of being right on the verge of finishing, you feel him move to pull out but slip all the way back inside suddenly, then stay there twitching and groaning. A thrill of ecstasy runs through you and you cum hard around his cock, your legs instinctively wrapping around him and pulling him deeper inside of you. The feeling of his hot cum is like nothing else, and the tight pulsing around his cock draws his climax out longer and sucks his seed into your ovulating womb. The both of you ride out this extended high together, and know this was exactly what you were trying to avoid but cant help to enjoy every second of the pleasure. Youre thinking about spending the rest of the night throwing any leftover threads of caution out the window and doing everything your bodies desire.
You know what I think would be fun? Breeding you secondhand. Tying you up and putting you on your back with your legs spread wide, and then letting you watch as I tease and edge another denied sub until theyâre a whimpering mess and their cock is leaking and throbbing, and moving them into position and sliding their cock inside you in missionary position⊠and then tying both of your bodies together, locking you two in place. They canât thrust into you, and you canât buck your hips against them, but the delicious wet warmth of your cunt around their cock is more than enough stimulation to keep them hard inside you. And then Iâd get behind them and start fucking their ass, and youâd feel the force of my thrusts bumping against you, grinding their cock deeper inside you, and hearing their moans and whimpers in your ear as you get to experience only a fraction of the pleasure theyâre feeling by proxy. Sooner or later, the feeling of my cock bumping against their prostate combined with the feeling of your pussy enveloping their desperate, twitching cock would be too much and theyâd finally explode, filling you up with weeks worth of potent cum⊠while I keep you both tied together until it all trickles down deep inside you.
âŠâŠ.for personal reasons I will be passing away
Cockwarming is okay because i cant get pregnant unless you cum in me right? Kissing and biting my neck for hours so i squeeze your cock, dripping pre into my unprotected cunt, its okay right? Theres no way youd lie about it just to feel my tight, wet little hole milk your cock, knowing im so naive i'll believe you when you say its safe... Youd never take advantage of me just to get off... And when its too much and you start to thrust even when i ask what youre doing and stop, what if you cum in me and its not safe, you pin me and laugh cruelly, saying how it was never safe, how even pre can get me pregnant and i struggle and cry at the betrayal as you fuck me harder, forcing moans from me as i cry but its too late, my cunt squeezing you tight as you hit that spot over and over, dripping onto the sheets and i cry even as i cum and you laugh again, saying how it makes it even more likely i'll get pregnant if i cum, how you knew i'd love this, love having your baby raped into me, how you knew i was a fucking whore and im going to take your rape baby, and you wont stop even when it takes, abusing my sore tits and needy cunt because its yours, and you can, and you know i need it as badly as you do.
Everything would be better if he was inside me. Everything would be better if I was bent in half going braindead while he slammed into me over and over again. Everything would be better if I was listening to him moan about how good it feels to use me like this. Everything would be better if I was being used like a sex toy!!!
Dreaming of pumping and spilling my seed inside you. The cool spring air and our burning love making our sweat drip on each other night after night. Running my fingers along the underside of your clit and strumming slowly as you keep my length warm inside you.
Every shift, pulse, and stretch of your swollen, wet folds making me throb in excitement. Whispering in your ears how needy I am to see your belly round and full with our love. Your fingertips tracing potential names across my back as you squeeze around me tight, ready for me to paint your insides with every ounce of my cum.
Currently masturbating to the thought of intentionally being bred
Someone keeping track of my ovulation cycle, buying me prenatal vitamins and demanding I take care of my body, that it's purely a vessel for their seed. Cumming in me every second they get, keeping me home so they can fuck me whenever they please. Stuffing me with a vibrator after they're done just to let my womb soak everything up
They'd make me take a pregnancy test every morning, saying "don't worry we'll fix this" if it came up negative, already getting hard thinking about what I'll look like with a swelling tummy. They'd tell me how pretty I'll be with their child stuffed in me as they bend me over the counter, plunging into my already wet pussy
I want them to send me photos of pregnant women and say "I won't stop until you look like this", forcing me to edge to the thought of being knocked up
I need someone to make me their full time breeding whore đ
Getting gangraped at a house party in some strangerâs bed. Lying on your back in missionary with your arms duct taped above your head as a group of men youâve never met before take turns on your holes, while one of them forces you to take vodka shots straight from the bottle. Feeling the pain dissolve into pure pleasure, getting dizzier with every sip, all of their dirty talk slurring together as you slip into a braindead state of bliss. Having load after load emptied into your cunt, inside your ass, onto your tits as they walk out of the room one by one, until youâre left filled up, coated in cum and all alone, ready to pass out without a care in the world.
Oh to be forced against the nearest surface and fucked hard, trying to push them away but easily failing, especially if you're on your front, arms held behind your back, unable to do anything but *maybe* kick as they have their way with you, breeding you and filling you with your cum.
*maybe* they'll mutter into your ear that they're going to cum, just to feel that extra bit of struggle from you, feel your cunt clench around them in fear because he has no protection, you aren't on birth control, you don't want to get pregnant, and that just spurs them on, fucking you harder until they cum, and maybe they'll leave you like that, cum dripping down your thighs, or maybe they'll fuck you a while longer till they're certain you've been bred.
Or maybe they don't tell you, just cumming into you and feel you jerk in surprise as they fill you, pinning you down harder as they continue to fuck you till they're satisfied
canât stop thinking about being bent over the edge of my bed then getting mounted and pounded out hard n fast. gripping at the sheets trying to claw my way forward to put some distance between myself and the cock in my guts cuz itâs going too deep but just getting pulled back onto it by the waist, hard. having my face forced down into the mattress with one of their hands pressing down on my back and the other gripping my hip, forcing me to arch into them and take their cock as deep as itâll go. squeaking and whimpering and digging my nails into anything i can reach as they plunge into me to the hilt as hard and fast as they can on every single thrust
Hey gang. How do we feel about waking up next to your partner, hazy and warm and so fucking turned on from the dream you had that you cant help but straddle their hips and grind til theyre hard and moaning softly in their sleep, pulling your soaked boxers to the side to let them slip in and riding them awake, their hands coming to your hips while you fuck them as you say between moans "sorry baby i - fuck - just woke up so fucking wet--" and they know, because thats exactly what happens when someone fucks your sleeping body and doesnt let you cum, using you for their release, tucking you back in, and waiting for you to return the favour.
imagine you're taking your first solo vacationânothing fancy, just a few weeks so that you can clear your mind and reset. as you drive up to the tiny cabin you've rented, you can't help but notice how deep in the woods it is, how far from the next house; when you step out of the car, you can't even hear the road: just the sounds of birdsong and the rustling leaves. somewhere in the forest not too far away, a twig snaps, and you hurry to get your bags and unlock the front door. beneath the forest's dense canopy, it's already pretty dark, and the sun will be going down soon. you're sure it's just nerves, but suddenly you want to get inside and turn on as many lights as you can.
despite your jumpiness, you sleep soundly that night and the night after, and by your third day you're comfortable enoughâfamiliar with the night sounds of frogs croaking and small creatures skittering through the brushâto sit on the small porch as the sun goes down. it's a cloudy night: there aren't many stars and there's a muffled quality to the air, as if the humidity is dampening all sound, so at first you don't notice when the frogs stop croaking. but then the crickets stop chirping too and the night becomes deafeningly quietâall except the crunch of footsteps, somewhere in the forest, close and getting closer.
when the figure steps into the outer radius of your porch light, at first you think you're seeing things, or maybe that you've fallen asleep without noticing and you're dreamingâbecause it's you. but after a moment you realize that's not quite right: its face isn't quite right. its smile is the wrong shape and it has too many teeth; its eyes are an opaque, glossy black, and when it blinks its lids move from side to side. it's a mimic of some kind, you realize, some kind of creature wearing your face and body, and when you finally force yourself to speak, to ask what it wants, it repeats your own words back to you in a voice so much like your own that you can't look away.
but that's not quite right either, you realize, as it approaches you with the fluid, assured gait of a predator that's spotted its prey. though its voice sounds almost identical to yours, it has subharmonies, hidden frequencies, that transfix and mesmerize you, making it impossible for you to break away and run. not that you'd necessarily want to, you realize: it's oddly beautiful, this version of yourself reflected through a warped, cracked lens, and its focus makes your pulse speed up and your cheeks flush.
as it gets closer, its disguise begins to fragment, and by the time it climbs the porch steps and pulls you from your chair, pushing you down onto the floorboards, your face has become a broken mask atop its own features: its split jaw, the additional eyes that open above and below its original pair, its long, backwards-jointed legs and the way light ripples around it like a mirage, or the rainbow slick of oil on tarmac. as it undresses you, with surprising care, it doesn't even have to hold you downâit just coos to you in that mellifluous, resonant voice that renders you wholly placid. by the time it pushes your legs apart, arranging your limp body to its own satisfaction, you have to admit to yourself that you're enjoying this: how helpless you are, how clear it is that this creature has the upper hand and can do whatever it wants with you, and even the way that it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and your nerves thrill with the reflexive fear of prey encountering an apex predator.
unable to lift your head and look at what it's doing, you don't get any warning before it slides into youâat first you think it might be a finger, long and dexterous, but then it keeps going and you realize it's the creature's cock, bulbous and segmented for maximum flexibility. the tip pushes into you easily enough, smooth and slender as it is, but it thickens further down, and soon you can feel yourself stretching around it, the creature jostling your legs further apart so it can get as deep as possible. when it starts to thrust in earnest, each segment drags against you on the way in and out, rubbing where you're stretched so wide, working you open even further and making heat build in your abdomen, even as all you can do is lie there and take it as the creature purrs in your ear, keeping you sedated and docile.
the first time it comes, you feel wetness inside of you but not warmth, and then a strange, spreading coolness that tinglesâa sense that you're being changed. the second time, the head of its cock is pressed directly against your cervix, and you feel that same coolness spurt into your womb, filling it entirely and making your belly swell just a littleâa faint bulge that doesn't go down as the creature keeps thrusting. it fills you again and again until its cum is running down your legs, although most of it is still inside of you. your belly is round and domed, sloshing with that same strange coolness, and before the creature finally pulls out you feel a strange pop inside of you followed by an unfamiliar pressure. the creature stands over you for a moment, its eyes fixed on your own, your face reassembling itself over its features, humming gently: though you try to focus on it, your vision starts to swim, and then everything goes black.
when you wake, it's morning and you ache all over from spending the night on the hard floorboards. it takes you a moment to sit up, and then you realize why: your belly is still as swollen and full as it was the night before. the pop you felt must have been the creature plugging you, stopping up your cervix to keep all that cum in your womb. but as you run your hands over your round, domed abdomen, you realize that's not all that's inside of you: something is movingâseveral somethings, in fact, wriggling inside of you, their movements faintly visible through your belly. as you get to your feet, leaning heavily against the railing, you hear a twig snap in the woods. the creature must be out there, keeping an eye on you now that it's bred you, making sure you're taking good care of its brood. just as well you'll be here for a few weeks; in fact, you think, you might want to extend your stay to make sure whatever is growing inside of you has time to complete its gestation before you head home to the cityâif you do. after all, there's no better way to clear your mind than to let a monster do it for youâespecially if it leaves you with a belly swollen full of its unnatural young as well!
I go to bed every night without my boxers, my boycunt out and exposed for anyone to come in and slip into. Iâm such a heavy sleeper, I wouldnât even notice if you used me for a while- warmed your cock up with my tight pussy and filled me up with your seed to set while I sleep peacefully. And when I woke up in the morning, the mess you left still between my legs, I would get off thinking of your hands violating my helpless body in the night.
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