Request details: From the rehumanization series: Scott discovers Steve (maybe he shrinks and gets too close to the piercing) and he’s not thrilled at first until he learns why Steve’s there. The idea is so hot that he willingly agrees to take a disk himself and become Bucky’s plaything. It’s not all bad, because now Steve has a partner his size. - Add-ons: 3rd page (15.00)
(of note, the 3rd page add-on was purchased but not the 2nd page, so this fill is just over 2 pages.)
“Hey, bro!”
Scott’s cheerful voice was so sudden and unexpected Steve nearly dropped on the spot. He whirled around to stare wide-eyed at the grinning man, who was lifting his hand in a pleasant wave. Gobsmacked is not even remotely a strong enough word to describe the feeling. It’s a little disorienting, actually -- this is his first time seeing someone his own size in…
Christ, he doesn’t know how long. He’s lost track. Even when Scott had been shrunk on Bucky’s body before, Bucky made sure to shrink Steve even smaller. Scott had towered over him, too large to even notice him. Now he stands there perhaps just a little shorter than Steve and, he’s just realized, completely devoid of his ant suit.
“What- Scott?” He manages finally, incredulously, feeling a weird sense of vertigo - his subconscious keeps telling him he needs to be looking up at the guy, while his eyes tell him he needs to be looking down. “What the hell are you doing here? Is this- what, is this a rescue?”
“Nah,” Scott says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I heard the whole story. Man, you guys are weird.”
He sounds so chipper and positive when he says it, it only adds to how surreal the experience feels to Steve.
“But, like. Good weird. Hot weird. I got a look at you in here the last time I was down here doin’ my thing--” By down here he means along the underside of Bucky’s cock. Beyond the windows of Steve’s home, a landscape of flesh stretches on as far as the eye can see. His house is gyroscopic, it moves with Bucky’s body to keep gravity stable, so at any given time looking out the front windows affords a view of the round edge of the head of Bucky’s dick. Steve clearly remembers the last time; Scott, maybe four or five inches tall, had still been so large he’d taken to rubbing his own cock on Steve’s house, blotting out all light with it as he ground on Bucky. “And I swear I stayed hard for like six straight days afterward thinking about it. So. I volunteered for duty.”
“You-- what?” Steve isn’t a stupid man, but this entire interaction is so unfathomable he’s struggling to process it.
“I volunteered! I’m doin’ a tour, taking a sixth month sabbatical. Gave the big guy a new toy. Oh- hey, speaking of which, he told me to come get you. We gotta leave the house.” He wants us out there on the tip.” Scott points over his shoulder with a thumb, and Steve finds discomfort starting to rise up in his chest. At this scale, Bucky’s just so fucking big. His entire house is the size of the tiny little ball one screws on a piercing. His house. It’s a two story house. Leaving the safety of it means stepping into a world at a scale so incomprehensibly massive his vision can’t even take in one single body part in its entirety.
But, Steve knows, there’s always smaller. He’s learned his lesson; he’ll never know just exactly how small Bucky made him for not listening that one time, but he does remember seeing the edge of a fingernail. The thin, blunt edge, so slim at normal scale, had been as thick as a mountain. So… yeah, better to head out there at this scale than become this scale to Scott at the size he is now. Steve shudders at the thought, and the two of then exit the front door. Bucky’s cock acts as ground beneath their feet, meaning he must be lying on his back with his dick lying gently on his belly, half hard. They put a few hundred yards of distance between themselves and safety, approaching the valley between the flared ridges of Bucky’s cockhead. Scott places his hands on his hips and whistles lowly, impressed.
There’s a rumble. An earthquake. Both of them lose their balance and hit their knees as Bucky shifts, and breaching the horizon in slow motion, a pair of godlike blue eyes swallow the entire sky in their enormity. The rest of his face is cut off by perspective, there simply isn’t enough room to take the whole thing in at once. It seems to take those eyes a few seconds to finally land on them, but once they do they seem to zero-on.
“Fuck each other,” the voice commands, at such a low and deafening volume Steve has to slap his hands over his ears - even still, it makes them ring. “If you finish before I do, I won’t come on you.”
Bucky likes to play these games sometimes, issuing challenges he sees as playful. The thing is, having been living on his dick for so long, Steve’s seen Bucky come at this scale. He’s seen it from the safety of his home behind the windows, while the whole world jerked and a truly… truly incomprehensible quantity of come streamed down from above, burying his house completely in its quantity, blotting out all light.
Outside, it’d be like someone dropping the god damn ocean on him. Miles away, a hand looms in. It wraps around a distant part of Bucky’s cock too far for either of them to see -- at least until it drags the entire fucking landscape up, plowing through miles of territory at a time, dragging up skin in its tight fist and jolting the very stability of the continent he’s standing on. It stops not but a dozen yards away, bunched skin and curved fingers higher than a skyscraper, the pressure of it making Bucky’s dick absently plump.
It then strokes away again, disappearing without a trace, painfully slowly. And then it returns. And Steve understands suddenly that they’re meant to do this while Bucky’s jacking himself off; he cannot fathom how he’s supposed to be able to get off with that happening, and with the looming threat of being drown in come hanging over his head.
Scott, however, shows no such qualms. He’s already rock hard with a hand wrapped around himself, tugging a little.
“Wow, holy shit that’s hot. Fuck, I almost hope we don’t finish, huh, buddy?” He asks, swinging in to slap Steve companionably on the shoulder. “Wellp, you heard the man.”
“How- can you- are you serious right now?”
Scott smiles sympathetically, and nods down toward the ‘ground’ just as that rumbling mass of skin pulls up behind him, dangerously close to swallowing them both underneath it. “Look, tell you what, you just lay back and let me do all the work this time. Try to relax. I’ll get ya there.”
For lack of any better options, Steve lowers himself to the ground, and Scott slicks him with the first traces of precum that begins slipping down from the mountain above.
Here goes nothing.