*Requests Open* This is a MLM/NBLM macro story blog that takes prompts for various fandoms. My content focuses on macro/micro. Minors DNI. I will block you if I see you are underage and interacting with my posts. If you ever wanna talk about something, whether it’s macro based or not, my DMs are always open!
Hi! Feel free to call me Stag! I also use any pronouns, so use whatever ones you're most comfortable with
For a while now, I've wanted to start writing some macro-centered fics, so here we go lol.
What Fandoms I'll Write For
Fallout (3, FNV, 4, and 76)
Elder Scrolls (Morrowind, Oblivion, Skyrim)
Starwars
Stardew Valley
Dishonored (1, 2, and DOTO)
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Legend of Korra
Borderlands (1, 2, 3, Pre-Sequel)
Dragon Age (Origins, 2, Inquisition)
There's probably many more I'm forgetting about, so if you're unsure just send in an ask and I'll make sure to let you know!
What I'll Actually Write
As the blog name suggests, I'll only be writing mlm or nblm fics. I'm also willing to write both smuttier fics as well as fluffier ones. Also, regarding kinks to combine with macro, I'm fairly open to anything, although things such as death/crushing are big turn offs to me. Just as with fandoms, if you're not sure if I'm willing to write something, just send me an ask and I'll make sure to let you all know!
Ever since Bolin forced Zaheer to "put a sock in it". I've imagined what it would be like to be a pet or toy to that big, himbo lug.
The Side Effects of Spirit-Bending
Content: Gentle Giant, Underwear Entrapment, Cum Eating, Forgetful Giant, Musk, Bolin's just doing his best tbh
A/N: Probably the smuttiest thing I've written yet, I'm not gonna lie. But I am happy with how it came out! Hope you guys like it and, as always, requests are open even if I am kinda slow to get around to them. Also, if you guys have any macro headcanons or blurbs you wanna share, please do! I love talking macro, haha
I wasn’t sure what had happened, if I’m being honest with myself. I am (was?) part of the ground forces attacking Republic City with Kuvira. Her gargantuan machine marched alongside my regiment. My team had been briefed on all the things that might have happened. Everything from the Avatar throwing boulders large enough to fit in my apartment, or the Beifong family joining the fight and attempting to drop entire buildings on the machine. Even that, admittedly handsome, earthbender turning the streets to lava in an attempt to trap the mech was all in the briefing. However, the large purple mushroom cloud that erupted in the middle of the city once the mech fell? Or the resulting energy and shock waves that raced outwards from the epicenter? Those were new. I doubt any briefing could have prepared me for that.
I was one of the unfortunate sods to be close to the epicenter. Everything was basked in a strange, unnatural purple light for a few seconds. The light was quickly followed by an immense burst of heat and force that knocked me horizontal onto the road. Finally, in my last moments before I lost consciousness, I could feel immense amounts of electricity coursing through my body. Almost as though I had stuck my tongue into an electrical outlet. When I finally came too and everything wasn’t surrounded by a constant haze, I looked around to survey my situation.
There were relatively large pieces of debris surrounding me, and the roadway beneath me seemed to suffer a few cracks. However, the buildings on either side of me still reached high into the sky, in fact they seemed higher than they did moments ago. You did just probably suffer some kind of hit to the head. I reminded myself, trying to remain logical despite the rising panic I felt. At least I wasn’t trapped under some debris. I could feel slightly rumbling behind me, however I assured myself it was either an aftershock of whatever caused that shockwave, or a far off building collapsing under its own weight. Now wasn’t the time to get too caught up in worry of what ifs. At least, it wouldn’t have been the time for the panic if not for the massive shadow that began to loom over me. I quickly turned only to see a giant, large enough to eclipse the sun.
I had attempted to bend a nearby rock and blast it towards the giant’s leg, only for it to immediately grab its shin and yell out due to the sudden pain. However, as the giant bent over, and its face got closer to me, I could see who it was, clear as day. It was that lava bender from earlier. However, just as I was able to more clearly make out his face, his eyes fell on me with sudden recognition. I could see his large, green eyes quickly pass through emotions ranging from anger at the pebble I launched his way, to confusion at what I was, before settling on concern. The giant reached out a hand for me. My attempts to evade proved fruitless due to the sheer difference in size between us, as he was able to easily wrap his fingers around me before bringing me up before his face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, little guy. I don’t want to hurt you! What happened?” He asked
“Let go of me, you big lug!” I responded, trying to thrash against his grip.
“Hey, I genuinely mean you no harm.” He said, opening his hand so I could stand on his palm, “See?”
I warily stood up before eyeing him suspiciously. “So, what do you want?”
“What happened to you? You’re like… five inches tall! Are you a spirit or something?”
“I’m not a spirit. And what do you mean, five inches tall?”
“I don’t know if you noticed, little dude, but you’re standing on my hand. Look around, everything’s giant compared to you!”
I took a look at my surroundings for the first time since the blast, and his words finally set in. The debris I was surrounded by wasn’t actually large. To a normal sized person, it would’ve looked like fist-sized rocks. I must have had a look of concern on my face, as the giant earthbender piped up. “Hey, little guy, don’t panic! Once this is all over, I’ll try to help you get back to normal, alright? My name’s Bolin, by the way.”
Hearing his giant voice grounded me back in our reality. “Right, thank you, Bolin. My name’s Arik. What do we do now?”
Before Bolin could answer, a voice behind him called out “Bolin! Where’s Korra?”
Bolin’s eyes went wide with concern yet again as he frantically tried shoving me into his pocket, only to find his pants lacking them. Then, I could see an idea cross his mind as he mouthed “Sorry” to me before pulling open the waistband of his pants. I didn’t have enough time to grasp what he was doing until I was unceremoniously dropped in and the waistband closed. I fell for only a few seconds until I hit something warm.
I had no light in my new environment, but considering what had happened, It didn’t take much effort to figure out what had happened. I was now face to, well, dick with Bolin. My entire body pinned between his member and the fabric of his underwear. My nose filled with the scent of his musk. I attempted to wriggle free from the confines, only to be met with the giant dick to slowly harden. As it got harder, I found myself with less and less space. Deciding it was better to at least be able to move somewhat, I stopped trying to free myself and instead just wait. Hopefully I wouldn’t be in here long.
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Bolin had an exhausting day. He and the rest of Team Avatar, as well as the air nomads, had to deal with Kuvira’s invasion of Republic City, which ended with Korra managing to bend a beam of spirit energy from almost point blank range. And if that weren’t enough, the sheer amount of that energy managed to rip another portal into the spirit realm. After all was said and done, Bolin just wanted to lay down and relax for a little bit. Luckily, Tenzin was more than willing to let him use a guest room on Air Temple Island.
Bolin opened the paper door and saw the room he’d be staying in for the night. A bed pushed against the corner with a wardrobe in the neighboring corner, and between them a large, hexagonal window to let in plenty of wind. He collapsed on the bed, initially face first before turning onto his back. All he really wanted to do was fall asleep, but after the day he was coated in so much sweat he knew he should shower first. But before he could begin to get back up and head into the shower, he could feel his blood begin to rush towards his manhood and feel it begin to harden. He placed his palm on his bulge and began playing with it through the fabric. “What the hell,” Bolin thought to himself, “I deserve it after the day I had.”
As he finished his thought, he pulled down the waistband of his pants and boxers and put his dick in his hand.
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Arik felt like the day might never end. He could feel each footstep Bolin took, causing his surroundings to constantly shift. It wasn’t terrible until Bolin began walking up and down some slope. The fabric and skin around him began to shift until he was pinned under looser skin, which Arik quickly identified as Bolin’s testicles. Their wiry hair coiled around his limbs until he was plastered to their surface, and his face now inches away from the tip of Bolin’s penis. As Arik tried to free himself from the hairs, Bolin’s dick would harden again, but with his new position, all he could do was watch as it also leaked small amounts of precum, coating Arik’s face, even forcing him to attempt to eat it if he still wanted to be able to breath. Ironically, the part of this whole experience Arik hated the most wasn’t being trapped against a sweaty crotch, but it was feeling his own dick harden at the experience. At least Arik could take solace in the fact he already had a crush on Bolin after seeing him in those moving pictures a few years back.
Eventually, Bolin began to move more slowly, and he heard some talk through the fabric of Bolin asking someone to stay on Air Temple Island. As Arik was feeling more excited at the prospects of getting out of Bolin’s boxers, he was met with a massive force pushing him closer to the giant earthbender. He was completely pinned against the fabric. Once the pressure alleviated, he attempted to untangle himself one final time in hopes of getting out. Once again, all he did was cause the giant member to grow harder. However, before it could leak any more precum on him, Arik saw light as the waistband of the boxers were moved. However, his hopes were quickly dashed as he watched Bolin grab his own dick in his hands before trying to jack off. Arik wriggled more out of rage, doing anything he could to free himself, but only causing faint moans to come from Bolin.
I finally managed to free one of my arms, using it to free the rest of my limbs. As soon as I freed myself, I began to climb the massive balls I was pinned under for the better part of the day. I finally stood tall at the base of Bolin’s penis. His eyes were closed as he continued to jerk himself off, and I knew he wouldn’t hear me at this distance. I summoned the rest of my energy to begin running along his torso. At first, the run wasn’t terrible. His muscular build granted me enough traction that I wasn’t too worried about slipping, despite the… activity he was currently doing. However, as I began to reach his mountainous pecs, I felt a massive force hit me from behind, throwing me down onto the earthbender’s skin. A white, salty liquid covered my body, and in only a few moments more drops of it hit where I was, all the while I could hear Bolin moan in pleasure. After I picked myself up and wiped off my eyes, Bolin’s eyes fell on me. He quickly grabbed me before sitting up. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry Arik! I completely forgot you were down there!” He apologized. “You’re like, totally covered with my cum now huh? How about we shower and I can try to make it up to you, sound good little guy?”
I simply nodded, as any attempt to open my mouth caused the earthbender’s cum to enter my mouth, forcing me again to swallow it. Bolin stood up and entered the bathroom attached to his guest room. He disrobed after placing me on the counter of the sink. I could see his full body in all its majesty, from strong arms and muscular torso, to his thick cock and tree-like legs. He was built like an adonis. He reached behind me and slowly turned on the sink, just enough to let the waterfall in a single stream rather than a few pitiful drops. He let me climb back onto his palm so I could more easily climb into the basin. He even used his finger nail to cut me off a little chunk of soap to wash myself up with. Meanwhile, he turned on the water for the actual shower and entered. I wasn’t able to see him in any detail through the frosted glass. However, once he was done, he looked just as stunning as the remaining water coursed over his skin. He walked over to the sink and turned off the water. He quickly dried himself off with a towel and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing a small cloth, likely for people to dry off their hands after washing them, and gave it to me to dry myself off with.
Once I was done, he let me climb back onto his palm and took me back into the main room. He placed me onto the table beside the bed, before walking over to the wardrobe and looking through the extra clothes in there. He finally settled on an outfit, it’s orange, yellow, and red fabric making it clear it was an air nomad ensemble, however it still looked natural on him. “I doubt there’s anything in here that’ll fit you, little guy.” Bolin said in an apologetic tone. Before I could even try to reassure him, he turned on his heel and faced me “But don’t worry! I have an idea. Just stay right there, alright?”
Bolin quickly left the room after finishing his thought, only to return a few minutes later, a bundle of fabric being held in one hand, and what looked like a few cookies in the other. He set it all on the bedside table right next to me. “I figured Tenzen’s kids might still have their doll clothes, and I was right!” Bolin said, proud of himself. “Any of these suit you?”
Bolin then began rummaging through the pile of doll’s clothes. There were an assortment of clothes, many reflecting clothes of the different nations. Finally, I settled on an outfit that somewhat resembled Earth Kingdom fashion, with deep greens contrasted with brilliant gold. Unfortunately the pants were a little big for me, but Bolin quickly fixed that by pulling a thread from a shirt I didn’t like and tying it around my waist like a belt. “You look so cute like that, Arik!”
“T-thanks” I sputtered, a blush quickly coming to my cheeks as I looked away from Bolin’s face. I was then nudged by one of his fingers, atop it a small piece of a cookie he had brought back for me. I didn’t want it initially, until I felt my stomach rumble and remembered that the only thing I’ve eaten all day came from Bolin in a more… intimate manner. In the end, I graciously took the crumb and sat closer to the edge of the bedside table. Bolin and I talked for the rest of the night, him trying to get to know me better. Eventually, as we were preparing to go to bed, he said to me “I promise, starting tomorrow I’ll talk to Korra to try to get this fixed.”
“Bolin, can I be honest with you?” I asked, slightly nervous about his response.
“Yeah, of course, little guy! Glad to see you beginning to trust me more.” He responded with a small chuckle.
“I don’t know how much I want to go back to normal…”
“What do you mean? You want to stay like this forever?”
“I don’t know about forever, but after getting this tiny and being found by you, things have been kind of… nice, I guess.”
“Even after I accidentally hit you with my cum?”
“Weirdly enough, yeah. I had a massive crush seeing you as Nuktuk, and now getting to be taken care of by you? I don’t know, it’s kinda nice. Even if I did spend most of the day against your sweaty crotch.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, it was kind of nice getting to take care of you. And I promise it’s not normally that sweaty.” He said, with another small chuckle to himself. “But I want you to know, if at any time you want to grow back, I’ll talk to Korra and see what we can do. But until then, how about you be my little pet?”
“Deal.”
With that, Bolin stripped down to just a pair of boxers and laid on the bed, pulling the covers over him. “So, Arik, where do you wanna sleep? Wanna try laying on my chest, hearing my heartbeat? Or maybe you wanna go back into my boxers? Bolin Jr. is already beginning to miss you.” Bolin said. And sure enough, you turned around and began to see a small bulge growing under the blanket. “No pressure, though” Bolin reassured you.
A/N: Sorry for the vague ending, but wanted you guys as readers to decide where to sleep for the night, lol.
Summary: While on a mission in the Hinterlands, Cullen comes across a small curiosity. A man victim from a spell by a darkspawn Emissary that’s left him reduced in height. Luckily, a small size doesn’t mean the tiny guy can’t still help protect his new protector.
A/N: Hopefully this is the first of many new fanfics! Also, special thanks to @iliumheightnights for letting me use his OC, Finnick!
Cullen doesn’t normally go on missions for the inquisition. In fact, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t detest the idea of leaving Skyhold normally. Sure, its stone brick walls and floor offer little in way of comfort, but between his bedroom and the courtyard of the keep, it truly does feel like home. However, when Leliana’s scouts reported darkspawn activity in the Hinterlands, the Inquisitor specifically asked Cullen to go with his soldiers. In hindsight, it seemed like an odd request, but Cullen wasn’t one to question his superior. At Least not with Josephine and Leliana standing right next to him.
Regardless of what happened back in Skyhold, now Cullen was here in the Hinterlands. And so far, Lelianna’s spies seemed to be wrong. They’ve visited numerous small settlements and none have reported any darkspawn activity. In fact, the soldiers were at the last settlement they had to search through. There wasn’t much special about it so far. There was a lack of people in the settlement when the soldiers arrived, but the lack of any destruction or personal effects in any buildings just caused Cullen to assume people had gradually left. He doubts many cartographers were making it out here to update their maps after the rift opened.
As Cullen approached the town hall, however, he could hear faint sounds of combat. He called over some soldiers before opening the twin doors. Before them was a mage engaged in a fierce magical duel against a Darkspawn Emissary. Each spell cast was immediately dispelled by the opposing party. That was, until the mage’s focus was drawn towards Cullen and the rest of the templars. In the briefest of moments, panic began to set into the Mage’s eyes, just enough time for one of the emissary’s spells to connect to the mage it was dueling.
As a sickeningly green bolt of energy connected with the mage’s robes, it began to wash over the cloth like ocean waves crashing over sand. Immediately, the mage began to fall over, almost as though paralyzed. Once he hit the ground, all that remained was the cloth of the robes.
Maker’s breath… Cullen thought, If only we were able to get here sooner.
As Cullen thought, the emissary began to cast another spell, the same sickly green energy coalescing in its hands. However, after the bolt had been cast, but before it could hit Cullen square in the chest, it was met by a different ball of energy. This one cast from the robes laying on the ground. And in the moments between the emissary’s bolt being dispelled, and it beginning to cast another, an arrow from one of Cullen’s archers found itself lodged in the emissary’s chest. And as it looked down at the wound it now had, it began to dissolve, pieces of its own mass separating and falling to the ground. All that remained of the darkspawn was a small pile of dust and the arrow that had been shot into it.
Returning to reality, Cullen quickly rushed over to the heap of cloth on the floor. He began to search through it, hoping to find some personal effect that they could send home to the man’s family. However, in place of a locket or journal, was something Cullen wasn’t expecting at all. Laying in the cloth, almost in a daze, was the mage. He was still clothed, his undershirt and pants seemed to change with him, but instead of his normal height, he was reduced to mere inches tall. The man looked up at Cullen as a slight smile covered his face before he collapsed. All he remembered before everything went dark was the far off sound of a man ordering soldiers, and the feeling of leather against his skin.
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Finnick woke up with a start. His head was pounding and he felt drained. Not only physically, but magically. He closed his eyes trying to remember what had happened. He recalled fighting a darkspawn in a wooden building, a strange man appeared, and the last thing he had done was cast a dispel. He looked around his surroundings and it appeared like a tent. Small candles dotted the area, providing scant light into the night. However, this tent was more akin to a fortress or castle. The ceiling above Finnick seemed to be nearly 100 feet above him. And the floor he was resting on seemed to be made of oak, with massive papers stretching it’s surface. Finnick attempted to run to the edge of the surface he was on, and after gazing over the edge realized two important things. One was the fact that he seemed to be at least 50 feet from the ground, and that whatever surface he was on was more akin to a table than any floor. And with those realizations, that’s when it clicked for Finnick.
He is on a table. And the ground wasn’t 50 feet below him, but probably only 3. Just as the fear begins to seat itself in the base of his stomach, Finnick watches as the strange man from the town hall enters the tent. His blonde hair and stubble framed his face quite handsomely, with a faint scar visible across the man’s upper lip. And his polished armor glinted in the candlelight, only hidden behind the large feathered collar. The man looked in surprise at seeing Finnick up and moving. He made his way to the table and sat in the chair that was pulled up. He began to introduce himself.
“Greetings, ser mage. My name is Cullen Rutherford. I’m here on behalf of the Herald of Andraste.” He said with a smile, “We heard rumors of darkspawn operating in this part of the Hinterlands, and upon investigation, we encountered you. May I ask your name?”
“Finnick. Just… Finnick for now. Where am I, and why are you so large?” Finnick asked nervously.
As soon as Finnick had asked that question, Cullen’s smile faded. “Right, your size. When we approached your battle with that darkspawn, it appears he had cast a spell of some kind on you. We don’t have the magical knowledge here at our base camp to have any hope of reverse it. However, with your permission, I’d like to take you to Skyhold. Perhaps the herald or our mages could reverse it.”
“It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I? I either go with you, or have to fend for myself at this size.”
“Unless you have another idea, it appears that way, Finnick. My apologies.”
Finnick thought for a moment, hoping there was some alternative he could think of. However, each time his mind drew a blank. “And I can trust you?” He asked.
“Of course. I wouldn’t wish you any harm. You have my word.”
“Alright then, Cullen. How soon do you plan on heading back?”
“We’ll stay stationed here for the night, and leave first thing in the morning. If you’d like, to can even sleep in this tent with me.”
“That sounds nice. Although, I don’t suppose you have anything extra to cover up with? At this size, the gentle coolness of the Hinterlands feels more akin to a midwinter night.”
“I’m afraid not, Finnick. I understand it would be unconventional, but if you wish you could rest on my body as I sleep. I don’t move much and hopefully my body warmth would stave off the cold for you.”
Finnick immediately felt himself blush. He turned his face away from Cullen. Did he honestly just offer for me to sleep with him? Finnick asked himself. I suppose he’s right though. It seems like the best option at the moment.
“And you wouldn’t find that too awkward, Sir Cullen?” Finnick asked, his face still flushed.
Cullen notices the slight blush, even in spite of the size difference between the two. He cracks a small smile at the miniscule mage, “Of course not. Would you?”
“N-no, not at all.” Finnick sputters.
“Then it’s settled. Just give me a moment to take off my armor, and you shall accompany me to bed.”
With his sentence finished, Cullen walked behind a folding screen. However, given the height of the templar, his shoulders and up were still more than visible. And Finnick could swear Cullen looked over his shoulder to check if the tiny mage was still watching. Once Cullen was done, he walked from behind the folding screen. His muscular chest bare as he stood there simply wearing a thin pair of linen pants. A small dusting of hair visible across the templar’s broad chest. Cullen approached the table and placed his hand on its surface, palm up.
“Climb aboard.”
Finnick stepped on the palm, grabbing Cullen’s thumb for support. Cullen made his way towards his cot and laid on it’s surface. He laid Finnick on one of his pecs before covering his legs and stomach with a thin blanket. He laid his hand over Finnick, almost like his own tent, before asking the mage “Comfortable enough for you?”
“Yes, thank you.” He quickly responded.
And as the two fell asleep, Finnick began to wonder how much he really wanted to return to his normal size. Life alone in the Hinterlands was hardly the easiest thing to have to do. Being under the care of a gentle man like Cullen seemed like a very worthwhile trade. Even if he had to be stuck at the height of one of Cullen’s fingers. Regardless, that’s an issue for another day, for tonight the moon is rising, a soft breeze blows over the hills and mountains, and the two men have a wonderful night’s sleep together in a tent. Wondering what’s going to happen next.
In complete honesty, life really had gotten to me, so unfortunately this blog was on the back burner. However, things have calmed down enough for me to announce my return! In fact, for all you Cullen Rutherford lovers out there, I'm actually working on a story about him right now. And if there are any other guys you'd love to see with a tiny, feel free to send in a request!
Imagine: Jon Snow finding a tiny during a routine patrol along the wall. Wanting to protect the tiny from the cold, he makes the decision to put the tiny in his boots/underwear in hopes of warming them up (even if it isn’t the most comfortable for the tiny) but quickly realized how hot having this degree of control over another human being really is and deciding to take full advantage of the situation
— IN THE SNOW
Summary: You, a new recruit for the Night's Watch, end up cursed atop The Wall. You've shrunk to a minuscule height, leaving you vulnerable to the blistering cold which snaps at your naked flesh. Thankfully, Jon Snow, the new Lord Commander, finds and saves you, placing you in the warmth of his undergarments and away from the elements. Your gratitude quickly turns to horror, however, as your Lord Commander becomes enraptured with your new height.
Content: Masturbation, Non/Con Elements, Abuse of Authority, Power Play, Underwear Entrapment, Dom/Sub Undertones, Tongue Bath
A/N: Was super excited when I read this. Really interesting set-up and setting choices! Love stuff like this. This turned out far more differently than I thought it would. There's some religious imagery and the reader feels they need to be punished for arousing Jon. So, hope you don't hate it Anon! Note: The reader has amab features, and presents masculinely. (link to AO3 version)
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Your first thought, as you stand in your mountain of furs, is It’s bloody cold up here. There is no true or right response to your fate and current position, and you cannot pretend otherwise. Why worry about how you got this way, when whispers of the fierce winter and dark portents it brings can be heard all round Castle Black, when you are at the moment shivering in what used to be your uniform?
Like this, barely a few fingertips tall, you are vulnerable to the cold. The wild wind whistles through your clothes now that you are not there to fill them. Your skin raises into gooseflesh, even as you wrap your arms around yourself. You fear that if someone does not find you, you will freeze to death atop this great fucking wall of ice.
You sit with these morbid thoughts, until you hear the sound of footsteps crackling along the walkway. Thick, heavy footsteps and harsh breathing you would know anywhere. Daring a peak outside of your death shroud, you stop the Lord Commander Jon Snow. His dark figure stands imposingly in the small corner you’d found yourself in before mysteriously shrinking, the blazing torch in his hand flickering this way and that. You feel immediate relief roll through your body at the sight of the giant man—your saviour has come! The kind and noble Lord Commander will save you!
You are a new recruit, still wet behind the ears, some of the brothers say. You were caught for petty thievery and were given the choice, lose a hand or join the Night’s Watch. You almost wish now that you had chosen the former. Almost, however, is not definitely, and your mind becomes filled for a moment with thoughts of the Lord Commander, a handsome, honourable man who has coloured your life in rose. What would you do without him to act as a guiding light?
Your saviour does not notice you, continuing to walk forward without glancing in your direction. Fearful that you will be left here to die alone in the cold, you shout at the top of your timorous lungs: ‘LORD COMMANDER! DOWN HERE! PLEASE, HELP ME!’
It appears at first that he does not hear you as well. You open your mouth again to shout, but he turns in your direction, black eyes alert. He spots your heap of vetements first, but as you wave an arm, his hand goes to the sword at his hip. You move into view.
Slowly, the giant crouches in front of you. His large, gloved hand—his middle finger taller than you—reaches inside to close round your body. He pulls you out, and the cold seeps into you like poison. The air around you whirling as he brings you up to his gigantic face.
A pale, solemn face watches you. His eyes, black as crow’s feathers and twice as pretty, rove over your naked body, the dark eyebrows that roof them scrunched up in confused concern.
‘Recruit? Is that you?’ He asks. The wind breaks against the wall separating you both from the elements, and so you can hear the low Northern cadence of his voice. You have never heard him from this close. He has always overseen your and the other recruits’ training lessons, and given rousing speeches in the hall, but never anything so personal. If this were any other situation, you would likely be overwhelmed with pride and admiration of him. As it is, you only shiver in terror.
‘Yes, Lord Commander. I … I do not know how I became this way, shrunken and bare. You must help me, for I fear I’ll catch my death if I am not taken off this wretched wall.’
He nods decisively, mumbling something about Wights and dark magic. ‘Yes, of course,’ he says finally. He looks down at the clothes on the floor, and at you, and at his own body. You do not know why. ‘I will need to take you to Maester Aemon. He may know of a way to reverse this spell. However, if you leave this small alcove, you will likely die of the cold before we make it down, let alone get you to the Maester.’
‘But I cannot stay here! I will die!’ You almost raise your voice. Even in this position, you cannot disrespect the man.
‘That I know, but …’ He looks at himself again, noticeably at his lap. Understanding of what he means to suggest quickly dawns on you. ‘There may be a way,’ he says. His eyes flicker to you, and he must see the apprehension in your face, because he reassures swiftly, ‘It is the only way. There are no other places on my body that would be warm enough to preserve you. And it will only be for a little while.’
‘If–if my Lord Commander thinks it the best course of action.’
He sighs gratefully. You feel the guilt bubbling under your skin, almost incendiary enough to burn. ‘I do. I will see you shortly, recruit.’ He smiles quietly at you, and you feel the need to catch your breath.
The giant stands, picking up the abandoned torch at his side to stick it into an iron bracket. He uses that hand, the other still holding you, to undo the lacings on his breeches. They open slowly, teasingly, until he’s able to pull them out wide enough for you to slip through. You hover above the hole.
‘Remember: Only for a little while.’
Without further hesitation, he sticks you inside and quickly does up the lacings, leaving you alone in the tight space.
You first notice how warm it is. You should have trusted your leader, he was right. He’s always right. It soaks into the skin and brings a flush to your cheeks. The next thing you notice is, overwhelmingly, the source of that heat: The Lord Commander’s cock, fat and lengthy, even soft. It’s longer and wider than you are at this size, by several inches, filling up the undergarments until there is little room left for you. You could likely not wrap your arms around it and have your hands touch. The thought, oddly, heats your face. Next, how hairy it is. The coarse, black bush of hair surrounds the cock, as well as the large, egg-shaped balls attached to it. Although you baulk against the idea of touching your Lord Commander in such an intimate place, your body is still wracked with cold, and it appears to be very warm.
So, hesitantly, you crawl forward until you come into contact. At first touch, it is not as coarse as you thought it would be, nor odorous. It smells faintly of soap, pine, and a musk you have never encountered before. You find yourself falling into it, scruples no longer there, wishing for a way to exorcise the chill from your flesh. You move this way and that, until you end up half-buried under the giant cock and balls, desperate now. The plump, hooded head of his cock rests over you, barely a hair’s breadth from your face. The great orbs shift in their sac, rolling over your lower half, your prick, which has begun to show interest. Shame curdles in your stomach.
After you have finally settled down, still erect, you realise the Lord Commander has not moved since placing you in his undergarments. Horror quickly fills you at the thought. He must be disgusted with the idea of me so close to him. And enjoying it. You begin to push yourself out from under them, to hide in the corner of the space and hope he does not confront you, or that he allows you to beg forgiveness, but pause when you feel the soft, fleshy surface start to harden like wet clay left in the sun. Your fear thaws, leaving in its wake a meek uneasiness. I mistakenly aroused the Lord Commander! He will have me flogged!
It does not register that you are still holding onto the cock, now hard-as-brick, until curious fingers probe at the undergarments, poking into you and forcing you to let go. The cocks flops back down on top of you, its slit opening like a mouth. The balls throb on your lap.
The fingers do not stop in their mission, wrapping around you until you are surrounded by flesh and hair and heat. You have a cock and a pair of dragon’s eggs unwillingly blanketing you. It is a maddening thing, to be stuck in a place that both welcomes and revolts against you. A cock that warms against you and an owner who would punish you.
The position becomes more compressed when the massive leg to your left stretches out in a snap motion, as if he were kicking something away. The cock pulses. You feel it in the way the veins bulge and enlarge, jumping excitedly in front of your eyes.
A loud, muffled groan filters in through the breeches. The hand now firmly wrapped around the crotch squeezes; releases. Confused, you hold yourself still and hope the Lord Commander will forgive you any mistakes. You had not meant to arouse him, you plead silently to the darkness.
Nothing moves for a moment. Not his twitching cock, or his roiling balls. Then, the lacings begin to come undone. The chill more so than the sound alerts you to this. A large, calloused hand descends into your space of heat and comfort and picks you up. You want to struggle, to plead, to cry, but you fear that will make your punishment worse. So you lie still and pray to the Mother for mercy, and to the Father for strength. But you are not made to face him. Instead, he presses you to his hard cock and squeezes tightly, fingers flexed and controlled and powerful, big and thick enough to crush you. You whimper softly, you cannot help it. You imagine the grim fate which eagerly awaits you.
His hand does not move, so much as undulate, carrying you along the flesh of the hot, massive cock until you feel the friction begin to chafe. The Lord Commander must feel it as well, for he lets your body go and his hand retreats. You watch the hole from the undergarments—your new world, the centre of all life—to the outside world, the icy wind that howls its cruel song, until his hand comes back. When he presses you back to the prick, you notice the difference.
It’s wet, slick with spit. He licked his hand enough that it drips like thick molasses.
The glide of his hand and you against his cock is much smoother now.
Perhaps this is absolution: service that which you defiled, offer yourself no matter how daunting the task. It is the Lord Commander’s word above all in this small corner of the world—The Wall is his domain, his kingdom to rule. If he decides your punishment is to worship him, you will do your best.
Surrendering yourself is easier said than done, however. The skin is still not slick enough, his spit drying too quickly, and your body begins to feel like sandpaper against rock. The giant must realise this as well, for he brings you close to the tip of the cock, its foreskin pushed down to reveal a dark red head as large as your torso. You are drenched in musk and pre-ejaculate, a clear substance that smells like a concentration of the giant’s crotch. It leaks all over you. The natural lubricant rubs against your head and drips down your naked body. It settles in your mouth, in your hair, all over your cock. Sufficiently wet, the hand begins to wank, harder now that you are slick and ready.
Your own cock, which has been rightfully neglected, begins to feel good. The shame spreads into every crevice of your being. You are not meant to find pleasure in this act, a punishment, but you cannot help but aid your orgasm along, rutting against the Lord Commander’s own cock as he jerks you up and down. The end comes quickly, the pleasure bursting inside of you like an inferno set on a forest. You heat up inside, your bones crackling. It feels righteous and sinful and good. If this is how your Lord Commander will feel, his giant cock exploding in a blaze of glory, you will glady deal with your sentence.
You wrap your arms round the shaft, pulling as the giant pulls, stroking as the giant strokes. Your body is a vessel of pleasure, no longer yours but the Lord Commanders. His to play with, his to own.
This acceptance seems to be what the giant wanted from you, as you feel hands tighten, his cock hardening as your own did, pulsing and straining. It explodes a moment after this realisation, come going like white lightning to the roof of the undergarments before falling back down to you, showering you in musk.
The Lord Commander keeps you attached to his cock. You feel as if you cannot breathe. Your punishment is done, you are exonerated. Thanks to the Seven, to the Mother for her mercy and to the Father for his strength, spill from your mouth, whispered gratitude like a balm to the burn of the Lord Commander’s condemnation.
This triumph does not wither, even as you are pulled from the undergarments and brought up the Lord Commander’s handsome, pinkened face. In the dim torchlight, he looks ethereal. The cold does not reach you, not when you are awash in his glory. Even as he brings you to his mouth, the feeling does not fade. His red tongue brushes against your seed-slick body. It drags over you, lapping up your come and his own. His tongue brushes over your cock and it twitches painfully.
Your awe diminishes as he continues. His hot tongue washes over you, his saliva thick. It fills every emptiness in you.
Then, at last, he pulls away. His breaths curl into mist which rolls over you.
When you look into his eyes, you see a certain kind of hunger. One you are not familiar with, but causes your neck to prickle. You ignore it, your Lord Commander is the supreme protector. Of this you are sure.
‘You did well, recruit. I did not expect my appetite to be ... quenched in this manner. For that you will be rewarded.’ Your chest could burst, your heart a burning star. ‘The hour is late, however, and your reward and a visit to Maester Aemon can wait till tomorrow.’ He says this with unquestionable sureness, and you agree helplessly.
Nodding to himself, already dismissing you, he places you back in his breeches, laces them up, and descends The Wall. You stay buried under sweat and seed and hair and flesh, and you could not be happier, even as your chest burns and smokes. The Lord Commander is always right, and he will put everything to rights.
(Unbeknownst to you, he’s kicked your furs off The Wall. To all other members of the Night’s Watch, come morning, you’ve fallen to your death. None will question the lack of a body, or the bloodless furs, not when the Lord Commander declares it so, you nestled in his breeches all the while.)
A/N: I might write a sequel at some point :pensive:
Request: "Could you do something with Jacksepticeye he definitely deserves a tiny guy and maybe transforming one onto his shoes or something hahaha" -@dabooi
A/N: My first request! I hope you like it! Also, apologies for the length of time between uploads. Had finals the past week and I was very busy studying. But now it's summer, so hopefully my uploads will be much more consistent
You woke up with a pounding headache. The ground beneath you was frigid, what little skin you had exposed felt numb. Sitting up and rubbing your head, you looked around. There was a large object behind you, almost as tall as a building. A large glass face pointed in your direction. Through the tinted glass you were able to see what looked like electronic components. Wiring attached to various points inside, and you shuddered to think what the large fans inside could do if you got caught in them. To your left and right were large, black, metal beams. They looked like they were easily as wide as you were tall. And dead ahead was a structure you couldn't discern. Large plastic wheels, easily capable of pinning you if not outright crushing you, rested on the floor. More plastic beams connected the wheels to a central support beam that lead to a platform that had to easily be 75 feet above you, if not higher. From this angle, it looked like a regular gaming chair. But that was ridiculous, right? If the chair was that tall, you had to be miniscule!
Before you could decide on your next move, a large section of the wall beyond chair opened like a door, before a giant entered the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as the giant's face became properly lit from the ceiling lamp hanging from the sky, you easily recognized who it was. You'd been a longtime fan of his YouTube channel, his regular greeting long since ingrained into your memory. Walking through the door was none other than Jacksepticeye. However, your admiration and excitement quickly turned to fear. Each of his sneaker-clad footfalls caused thundering booms to resonate throughout the room. He was able to cross the miles long distance between the door to where you are in mere seconds. Or atleast, what seemed like miles to you.
As he pulled out his chair, you tried to force yourself to stand, to be able to do anything to avoid being spotted. However, luck was not on your side today. You hear the giant youtuber yell out "Oh fuck! What is that?"
As those words wash over you, you feel paralyzed. All sorts of emotions bubbling up from the pit of your stomach with fear being the predominant one. You turn just in time to see Jack reaching for a plastic cup that was sitting on his desk before dropping it over you, trapping you in place. Once he was certain the cup was secure enough, Jack removed his hand before bringing his face closer. You could his face in finer detail than any of his other fans ever would. But now wasn't the time for ogling his face. You ran towards the edge of the cup before pounding your fists against its surface. The cup still damp from the water it must've been holding previously. "What're you?" He asks, his voice muffled slightly by the plastic, "You're like some kinda... tiny guy..."
Once he said those words, you stopped banging on the plastic and instead started vigorously nodding your head. "Yes! I don't know how I got here!" You yelled out, doing whatever you could to let him know the truth. Jack seemed to register your words, or at least he was able to figure out what you were nodding at. "If ya promise not to bite me, I'll let you out. Understand?" Jack asked, hand already grabbing the top of the cup. You quickly nod your head in agreement.
A blast of drier air rushes over you as the cup is lifted. Jack places the cup back on top of his desk shortly before laying his hand next to you, palm up. "Climb on little guy, lemme get a better look atcha."
You hesitantly climb onto his palm, and he slowly brings you closer to his face. At this distance, and without the dewy plastic of the cup separating you, you're able to see a few beads of sweat on Jack's forehead. His now colossal eyes scan you head to toe before asking "So, I'm guessing you'll need my help to grow back to normal?"
"If you have any help to offer. Not like I can do much at this size." You respond.
"Well little guy, I gotta finish recording my new videos, and this sweat is kickin' my ass... Any chance you'd be okay with helpin' me first?"
You nod your head before even asking how you'd be able to help a titan like him cool down. But, before you're able to ask, you feel him shift as he pulls a socked foot out of one of his sneakers. "I'm gonna apologize ahead o' time for the smell. But if ya could just massage my feet while I record, I'll definitely help you grow back."
You don't even get to respond as Jack quickly brings his hand down to his open sneaker. Your nose is already being assaulted by the smell coming from the opening, but you strangely don't mind it. At least not as much as you thought you should. "God, the smell must be even worse for ya down there. I can't imagine being that small makes it smell any less. Thank you for this, little one." Jack says before turning his hand. You slide along his palm before landing unceremoniously against the warm insole. Your face immediately becoming slick with the youtuber's sweat. You turn just in time to see the socked foot return to its home in the sneaker.
You're pressed against the insole as the foot comes to a rest on top of you. The pressure not enough to squish you, but certainly enough to pin you in place. Your head is pinned between Jack's toes, and you can feel him wiggle and stretch them, almost playing with you. You move what little you can in an attempt to massage the giant's sweaty, socked foot, although you doubt you're doing very good of a job. Hopefully when this is over, you'll find a way to transform back. As much as you don't mind the smell, it's still incredibly powerful. Not to mention being pinned by this weight is far from comfortable.
Far above you, Jack continues to turn on his PC, scoot his gaming chair towards his desk and sit down. As he sits, the pressure pinning you gets relieved slightly, although not as much as you'd wish. Jack puts on his headphones and wiggles his toes one last time. Damn, that little guy is really comfortable down there, He thinks to himself as he opens the game he plans on recording. He seemed pretty willing to go into my shoe... Surely he won't mind if I keep him there a little longer than planned...
Little did you know when you entered your idol's shoe that you'd be finding your new occupation. Every day Jack would drop you in his shoe before going about his daily life. He'd record, exercise, or even relax while keeping you pinned under his sweaty feet. You weren't even spared the smell at night, when he would put you in his sock before putting it back on, pinning you against his bare foot all night. Eventually your duties grew past simply massaging his feet, as he'd force you to lap up his foot sweat and make sure his feet were sparkling clean. At least you had all night to worry about that, and at least your giant master was someone you already admired, right?
I've been playing alot of Monster Prom recently, lol. So here's what your life would be like as the pet to everyone's favorite demon boy, Damien LaVey
You transferred to Spooky High a year prior. You were a werewolf, like Scott, which meant you had very heightened senses.
You ended up shrunk a week into the new semester. The coven was performing a spell to seal away some cosmic threat, but it backfired and left you roughly three inches in height.
Damien found you when he was in the Gym playing dodgeball. He was running to grab a ball that was rolling away from him. When he picked it up, he saw you cowering behind it. He picked you up, and you've been his ever since.
Damien always calls you names, you're not even sure if he knows your actual name. His favorite is "Pet" when he's feeling playful, or "Toy" when he's horny. It's only when he's angry that he calls you "Bug" or "Pest"
For the record, you've told Damien your actual name, but he refuses to use it. Why would he when he's already got the perfect nicknames for you and your duties.
Damien likes to store you in his underwear. He claims it's for your "security", but you know that he just gets off on the power he has over you. The smell in his underwear was usually tame in the mornings, but after he got back from school it was always incredibly potent and powerful.
He'd always make it a point to jack off once he returned home. He'd lock himself in the room and try to find something to jack off to. Although most of the time, the pent up feelings of domination he had during the day were enough for him.
After he was done, he'd decide to lay in bed and place you at his feet before taking off his socks. It was your job to remove every piece of toejam and massage his sore feet. The scent here was even stronger. For the first week he made you do this, you nearly passed out. Over time though, you've managed to develope a bit of a resistance to his powerful aroma.
When he would be called to the dining room to eat with his fathers, he regularly dropped you in his sock before putting it on. Your tiny form was resistant to pressure, luckily, so you weren't crushed. However you were still left with his sweaty foot squishing you down and his toes flexing playfully.
When it was finally time for Damien to fall asleep, he kept you in a terrarium in his room. The floor of it was covered with his dirty underwear and socks, forcing you to sleep amongst his scent. Occasionally, he'd take you out of there and instead put you in his underwear, forcing you against his sack all night.
When daybreak finally came, he'd stretch and take a shower before getting dressed. He always remembered to bring you along, as another day in your life would continue again. Eternally Damien LaVey's Pet...
Being Alistair's Husband (and Also Occasionally Toy)
Summary: A smuttier continuation of this post
Content: Smut, sizeplay, Foot and sweat kinks
Some nights the two of you would experiment in the bedroom. You shrinking down, and Alistair using you for whatever purposes he needed. Your favorite thing he did, even if it was initially an accident, was when he though he lost you in the sheets. Little did he realize, you were trapped in his underwear, right against his balls.
Alistair also had his own fun with it. It turns out there is something about having your tiny hands rub his feet after he's had a long and stressful day that just washes all the tension awway from him.
You had told him time and time again that, if he wanted a foot rub, it'd be easier and quicker if you were at your normal height. But he always just said that something about you that small made them nicer, so you continued to be small when he asked for one.
Once he got more aware and used to your durability, he'd even place you on his person in different places. His personal favorite was to put you in his boot if he had to sit on the throne. Feeling you massage of feet, or him playing with you using his toes helped stave off boredom.
You two were still careful. Anytime you felt you were in genuine danger, you were able to send a telepathic message to him using a simple spell. Although you two never used it for regular communication since you thought not being able to easily talk to him made it slightly hotter.
You regularly joined him when he was bathing. When he laid naked in the hot water, you were usually shrunken and sitting on his shoulders, or even full size and sitting near him, having a conversation. However, one time you had the idea of shrinking down and him using you as his cloth.
He was hesitant, as he usually is when trying new things, but still agreed. He initially just used you to rub his chest and arms. However when you told him you wanted to be used as a proper cloth, he agreed.
He rubbed you along his sweaty feet, through his armpits, even standing in the tub so he could rub you along his cock and balls. Once the bath was over and he dried the two of you off, he carried you to the bed chambers, had you unshrink, and the two of you had the best sex of your marriage until that point.
He confessed that he wasn't initially into it, but having your tiny body squirming against his dirtiest body parts was insanely hot. In all honesty, you fully agreed.
Alistair had some of his clothing altered after that occasion. Adding a few extra strips of cloth to his armpits and underwear. The castle's tailors thought it was a very strange request, but did as their lord told them. Little did they know, it was so he could tie you into his clothing wherever he wants. If he wanted to have you tucked into his armpit, he could. Or if he wanted you under his balls, that's where you spent the day.
He still valued your input and treated you as a person when you were full height, and you didn't shrink every day. But on those special occasions where he talked you into it, the two of you had an absolute blast together.
Being Alistair's Husband (and Also Occasional Tiny)
A smuttier part 2 has been posted here
You discovered how to shrink yourself while living in the tower of Magi. It became one of your signature spells since you were one of the few students with the skill to actually cast it
Luckily, you were also a fairly competent at casting healing and shielding spells, so getting crushed or suffering another terrible fate while tiny was rarely an issue.
When you joined the Grey Wardens, you were immediately head over heels with Alistair. You found him increadibly handsome and charming, and couldn't get him out of your thoughts that night.
The two of you were rescued after the fall of Ostagar thanks to Flemeth, and the events of the first game play out largely the same with the two of you defeating the archdemon. Although Alistair wasn't happy about you taking up Morrigan's offer to safe both of your lives.
You two began dating soon after helping Arl Eamon. Alistair admired your heroic attitude, and thanked you for helping to save his father figure. Although you confessed your crush first, Alistair almost immediately reciprocated.
However he wanted to take things slow. It was his first relationship, and growing up in the Chantry, he always assumed he was supposed to fall in love with a woman. Although you had no issues taking it slow.
You two first slept together after helping the Daelish. While Alistair didn't want to have to kill Zathrian, he agreed with you that it was the best course of action in the end. The two of you actually sleeping together happened a week or so after this.
You decided to show Alistair your shrinking spell soon after you two started dating. It was late at night, and you were both in your regular clothes and sitting in your tent. Alistair couldn't believe what he was seeing, and thought it was incredible.
Alistair was initially very hesitant to touch you, not wanting to even risk hurting you. However, after a few days and some reassurance, he built up the courage. You found his hands surprisingly soft, and he was quite gentle with you, never even closing his hand into a fist. Instead you used his fingers as support.
After sleeping together, the two of you began to share a tent. While sleeping two grown men in a single tent would normally be difficult, your spell made it as simple as possible. You were usually on Alistair's chest, his hand holding you close to him. Although you were occasionally sleeping on his pillow, inches away from his beautiful face.
Alistair goes on to become king. While he was more than a little hesitant to do so, you were able to eventually help convince him it was the best for the people, and that you'd be with him every step of the way. Which you were.
He didn't imprison Anora, but instead married her. She was allowed to keep her title, although most people in Denerim knew the marriage was a sham, and just to keep up appearances. In truth, the mage he promoted to Fereldan's first Court Mage was the person he'd spend most of his time around. Regularly staying in the Mage's bed chambers.
Despite having more size in the bed and in the room, the two of you had grown accustomed to your previous sleeping arrangement. And as such, you kept it up. Regularly shrinking down to fall asleep. Something about being a nearly free mage sleeping on the king's chest just made the rest that much nicer.
Alistair eventually realized he didn't need to be nearly as careful with you as he was. And, as such, was more willing to experiment. Whenever he'd have to go out publically on offical business, you were usually on him. Typically tucked into his pocket or attached inside his coat.
Summary: While practicing a spell with Anders, something went wrong. You now find yourself standing only a few inches tall. Luckily, Anders is a caring man and more than willing to take care of you.
Content: Accidental Shrinking, Caring Giant, Fluff, Minor smut at the end
You and Anders were practicing a spell he had come up with. While it didn't require the involvement of two mages, he had rambled about how two mages would increase the potency, or the stability, or something along those lines. In all honesty, you weren't going to turn down an opportunity to spend time with Anders regardless of the circumstances.
The spell was meant to heal a wide variety of injuries. Anders had attempted to explain the magical theory behind the spell, but your lack of formal background in magic resulted in very little of the information being processed. The two of you now stood in his clinic in Darktown. The distant sound of kids playing echoed off the stone walls alongside the sound of drunken carousing. In the moment, however, all background noises faded away and all your attention was focused on Anders.
"You remember the steps I told you, Hawke?" He asked.
"Yes, Anders. After about twelve times of being told the same information, it sort of gets ingrained in one's head." You snarkily responded.
Anders simply rolled his eyes at you, but the grin on his face betrayed him. The two of you stood on opposite ends of a table, and raised your staves. The table had a dummy on it, tears in its fabric littered the body. "On the count of three," Anders said.
"One," You both placed the ends of your staves on the ground. A blue fog surrounded them as you both poured arcane energy through the staves.
"Two," Your staves now crossed the dummy. You both pointed the ends at one another as the fog spread out to cover the dummy's form.
"Three!" The fog was now building into a haze throughout the room. As soon as Anders yelled the last number, there was a large white flash and a wave of heat encompassed your body. Almost as though the haze had been ignited.
Once the light had heat had faded, you stood in a pitch black cavern. You were on your back, and the ground beneath you was surprisingly soft. Suddenly, you head an almost omnipresent and thundering voice chuckle before saying "We did it Hawke! Hawke?"
You were familiar with that voice. It was Anders! You called out to him, hoping you'd get a response, but your calls were cut short by the ground rumbling. It wasn't enough to knock you off your feet, but it was enough to send a panic through you. Once the quakes had stopped, the walls of the cavern began to move and shift, until a beam of light poured in.
Far above the opening in the cavern was Anders, his now giant form eclipsing much of your vision. "Hawke? Is that you?" He asked in that same thundering voice. His hand reached out and grasped you, not even giving you a chance to fight back. An immense force washed over you as he raised you up to his face before opening his palm. It was now that you got a good look at the cavern you were in. What felt like a massive cave was simply your clothes, now without someone wearing them. This also caused a looming realization to form as you looked down and saw your own body, naked as the day you were born.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Anders asked. You covered your ears, his voice felt so much louder at this distance.
"Anders! I don't know! One moment I was casting your spell and the next I'm like this!" You yell, gesturing at yourself to add emphasis.
"Well, Luckily I-" He responded before noticing you covering your ears again. "Sorry," He whispered, "Luckily I think the side effects are temporary."
You were able to take your hands from your ears once he started whispering. It was still louder than you were used to, but it was more manageable. "What if they aren't? What if I'm stuck like this?" You ask.
A mischievous smile crosses his face. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not one of those big bad giants in fairy tails. I have the decency to atleast give you a nice cage."
"C'mon Anders, this is serious!"
"Ironic coming from you. But if you aren't back to normal by morning, I'll start researching a way to end the effect on you. I promise."
After hearing him say that, and the honesty you could sense in his voice, you began to feel calmer. Afterall, you couldn't think of a better person to be like this around. Except maybe Carver, he was usually pretty careful.
"In the meantime," Anders whispered, "Let's get you back to the estate. Less chance of a stray rat deciding to make a toy out of you."
"Hey!" You protested, "I'm not that small!"
"You're right darling," Anders agreed, "It'd have to be a cat. Or a particularly small dog. Now just be quiet. We'll get you back to the estate, and try to find something to cover you up with."
Anders closed his hand, encasing you in his fingers. Your enjoyment of the warmth and pressure was soon interrupted by the same all-encompassing force. However, this time when Ander's hand opened, you weren't met with his handsome face or anything similar. Instead, you were met with various rolls of parchment, a spell book, and a small jar containing some healing poultice. You were in the satchel he always kept at his hip. Looking up, you could see his hand retract, and as the flap of the satchel closed, you were left in darkness.
"Now just be careful, darling. We'll be there in no time." Anders said.
Once he was finished with his sentence, he began to move. The satchel gently rocking back and forth with each step he took. Luckily, the satchel's contents stayed relatively still, with nothing threatening to cut or crush you.
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You had to give Anders some credit. The journey was surprisingly comfortable and quick. It felt like he couldn't have been walking for more than 10 minutes. Additionally, the rocking motion reminded you more of being on a ship than it did being stuck in a mage's bag. You heard the front door of the estate open and close, and the sound of the stairs creak as Anders walked up them. Unfortuantely, the universe decided it had to throw another wrench into the workings. The creak of old hinges could be heard before a voice asked "Anders? What are you doing back so late? And where is Hawke?"
Your mom always had the ears of a bat, so you weren't very surprised she woke up. Luckily, Anders was quick with a response. "Oh, I had some late business at the clinic, and Hawke said he wanted to take a short walk around Hightown to get some fresh air."
"That boy, I swear he'll be the death of me. Well, thank you for letting me know." Your mom responded, a slight yawn audible in her voice.
"Not a problem Ms. Amell. You can go back to sleep, I'll make sure Hawke get's back tonight."
"You're such a responsible young man. How you ended up with someone like my son will forever elude me, but thank you for looking out for him." She said before retiring to her room.
Once in your and Anders' room, he placed the satchel gently on the bed. Your world turned upside down for a moment as Anders laid it on it's side, allowing gravity to open the top flap and for you to walk out. Anders let out a yawn of his own, "Well, I suppose we should fall asleep and see what awaits for us in the morning, hmm?" He asked.
You simply nodded your head in agreement. Anders walked over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room before disrobing. Once he was done hanging his clothes, he was left with little more than underwear, his sleek yet muscled body on full display. He walked back over to the bed and placed his hand on the mattress. You climbed on top as Anders moved the satchel ontop of the chest you kept at the end of the bed.
With you still in his hand, Anders laid down and covered his nether regions with the blanket before placing you on his chest. "You know, if I didn't know better I'd almost wonder if you shrunk yourself on purpose." He said with that same mischievous grin on his face.
"I would never!" You protested, your tiny foot stomping down on one of his pecs.
"I don't know... Something tells me you like being this small around me..." He says, glancing down at your crotch for the briefest moments.
In the heat of the moment, you failed to notice your rapidly growing erection. "Don't worry, my little Hawke. I won't tell a soul about this. And who knows, maybe we'll find a way to shrink you again once this is over." Anders yawned before laying his head back on the pillow.
You grumbled for a bit, before finally muttering "I'd like that..." But as you got ready to lay down on Ander's chest, you looked towards the foot of the bed and noticed, laying just beneath the surface of the blanket, a very distinctive bulge in the fabric. A smile crossed your face "I see I'm not the only one who likes to see me this tiny."
Anders simply closed his eyes before placing his hand over you, forming a blanket over you. Once you were settled, he whispered "I never said I didn't enjoy it."
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Sure enough, Anders was right. By morning you two were laying side by side, your head still resting on his chest and hearing the beat of his heart. And, just like he promised, the two of you eventually found a way to shrink someone. And on nights that Anders had to work extra in the clinic, or just because, you'd keep him company. Sometimes at your normal height, or sometimes tiny and tucked away somewhere on him. You hated to admit it, but your favorite place was when he tucked you into his clothing, his body heat warming your tiny body.
In honor of May 4th, here's my headcanons as to what it would be like to be Luke Skywalker's tiny
He's a very gentle giant. He'll often get your permission to do things before he does anything to you.
He will rarely refer to you by your actual name, instead opting for pet names. He really likes calling you "Little guy", but when he's in a joking mood it's not uncommon for him to refer to you as "Shortstack"
The only time he'll actually use your name is when he's upset, but even then, he'll usually opt for more rude pet names like "Bug" (He rarely means it after he's cooled down, though)
You're usually kept on his person. Usually, he's kind enough to place you in a pocket or satchel if he has one, but sometimes you'll be tied to the inner lining of his robe if not.
One day Luke was feeling particularly... adventurous. As a result, you spent the majority of the day tucked away in his underwear. He absolutely loved it, and it's become an occasional option for him to store you. He always makes sure you're okay with being in there, though.
On a different occasion, you had annoyed him, but he still decided to bring you with him during his daily chores on Tatooine. Unfortunately, he decided to tuck you into his boot. Fortunately, he was still kind enough not to place you below his actual foot, but rather you spent the time hugging his ankle.
He had apologized later and hasn't done it since. Although he has occasionally joked about doing it again. At least you assume he's joking.
When he properly discovers his jedi abilities, he loves to play around with you using the force. Usually levitating you and letting you swim around in the air or floating you in front of his face when the two of you talk.
When it's time for the two of you to sleep, you tend to sleep on his chest or on his pillow. Either way, he's very good at not rolling over in the middle of the night. Although on those hot Tatootine nights where it's too warm to fall asleep on him, he made a small bed for you on his nightstand.
The extra bed for you tradition continued well after he left Tatooine, with you having a bed on the Falcoln, Hoth, or Endor. Although Hoth was far too cold to use the bed most nights.
Luke with a boyfriend who was subject to some strange technology and is now shrunken? Maybe the boyfriend has a tendency to explore and get stuck in Luke’s clothes? (Socks, Shirts, Pants, etc.)
YYEESSS! Gimme all the shrinky asks! haha
It would happen to M/n after touching some artifact on a planet. Luke would have been the one to actually shrink if M/n hadn't touched it first.
Luke was worried at first when he watched his boyfriend suddenly dwindled down and disappear into his clothes but the moment he saw his boyfriend was alright he couldn't stop his laughter.
"You alright there little guy?" He said teasingly plucking up the tiny man. "Don't worry. We'll figure out a way to get you back to normal. For now though." He then puts M/n in his pocket. "Just get comfortable."
