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Obv 18 + content on this blog, even if I do enjoy fluff and will also post that please no minors

Mouse/Mousey • 24

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I follow from my main as this is a sideblog! Though this is less the usual “secret fetish blog” and more “I need somewhere off my main to scream into the void about this” but bc of this I unapologetically like and follow from my main- you can follow it idrc but I will not acknowledge any kind of kink stuff over there and doing so will get you blocked

Fucked up libido so I’ll probably post here a lot

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Would it be too fucked to give Claire canon self harm scars

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Listen. I just think out of my depressed OC’s Claire would probably be the only one who would actually self harm in the literal sense. Jess I think just doesn’t treat her body right but hasn’t had any “real” attempts (ones that put her in the hospital) but I feel like Claire has had at least one. Hmm. Hmmmmm

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Would it be too fucked to give Claire canon self harm scars

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Claire squeezed in a strangers fist, screaming and crying in embarrassment and fear from being so publicly violated. Getting her top pulled off. The stranger pokes at her stomach and further humiliates her, squeezing her tits and calling them “small even for her”

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Thinking about this again. Something really really hot about another tiny being forced to watch unable to do anything to save her from being assaulted.

Arguably even hotter if it’s an “I told you so” situation. The tiny she’s with warns her not to openly flirt w bigs when their plus-one isn’t around (whatever non shrinkee took them to the bar) because it’s asking for trouble. Because what do you say to her after she’s thrown back down onto the table half dressed sobbing? “That’s what you get”? Fuck no. They just feel awful about it.

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Hmmm. Hangout at Claire’s place and Maddie proposes strip-Smash… the possibilities…

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Moss accidentally pinning down + immobilizing Claire during sex bc he’s so used to giantess fucking where he has to constantly keep a grip on something and use all his strength. wait that’s hot.

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M/m macro/micro. After a streamer's tiny status is revealed to the world, his friend tries to help him overcome his agoraphobia. By taking him to a massive convention.

On AO3 here

This is a SFW piece, but I run an explicit fetish blog, and as such this does not belong on all ages tumblrs.

Nick got outed. For a while Spencer wasn’t sure as what, just tweet after tweet about how fucked up it was that he got outed. He thought trans, maybe? Until he saw the photos. There he was, just a few inches of him, sitting in a friend’s palm on a sunny day years in the past. He must’ve been pretty thorough wiping this stuff off the internet, considering how long this took to get out. 

It was impressive, actually. It wasn’t like Nick streamed against a plain white wall, he had furniture and decorations and shit. He was clearly doing a lot of fucking work to keep up this illusion, and now it was shattered. Spencer was one of his closest friends, at least online, and he had no idea. It seemed like nobody else did either. It was kind of hard to process, looking at these old photographs. He knew they were real, people found some other stuff too, but they still felt like photoshops. He was so used to talking to Nick online, imagining them at the same height. 

Shrunken people averaged, what, five inches tall? He grabbed a pen from his desk and stood it up. Nick sized. God. God, that was weird. And they lived near enough to each other, was that why he was so resistant to meeting up? Was he scared of Spencer, or just a private person? He really didn’t want Nick to be scared of him. Pen height. Man.

Spencer make the mistake of actually searching for what people he didn’t follow were saying. Yikes. People sucked. 

He added his voice to the supportive X chorus and then sent Nick a quick DM. “Hey Nick. I’m sorry that your privacy got invaded like this. Let me know if you want to chat.”

Nothing in response. Nothing on any of his social media, either. He cancelled his stream for the next day. Spencer reached out to his head mod and she just said he needed some time to process things. 

Three days later, a bunch of them had a call about a collab, including a few Europeans who had scheduling conflicts, so fuckoff early for a gamer boy like Spencer. The first few people trickled in, exchanging awkward hellos. Then Nick joined. They went quiet.

He looked tired, inexpressive. But, as usual, his room was tidy, he had a neat button up under a pastel sweater, a nicely coordinated necklace, his hair was perfectly groomed. He was a put-together guy, after all. Spencer noticed a LEGO frog on the bookshelf behind him. Subtle. So, he’d given up on hiding it after all. 

“Nick,” Spencer said. “Nick, it is eight in the morning. How are you dressed up right now?” 

Sparse chuckles. Nick grinned. “You gotta look your best to feel your best, man. Um, yeah, I know, elephant in the room. I’m a little frazzled still, feeling better. Um. Ready to get back to work, I guess.”

“We love to hear it,” Nina said. “Back into it, then.”

Nick was mostly quiet for the rest of the call. Much quieter than he usually was. When everyone else signed off he was off camera grabbing something, so when he came back it was just him and Spencer.

“Hey Nick.”

He sat back down. “Hey, Spencer.”

“You are a resident of the beautiful state of Colorado.”

He smiled. “That I am.”

“I am also a resident of the beautiful state of Colorado.”

“Look at the two of us.”

“Are you gonna make me say it?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Right. I… would like to. But… I’m having a hard time right now, Spence.”

“I know you are. You are invited to talk it out.”

He nodded. “It’s… it’s scary. I have been telling myself for a really long time that I just gotta do this, and now it’s done. And I didn’t get any time to prepare, or any warning… And to be clear, people have been so nice. I’ve gotten like a million super nice messages, from like everybody I’ve ever talked to.” He snorted. “Spencer, I don’t know what your familiarity is with the subject, but being small is not fun.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can imagine.”

“I mean, I’ve got Charlie, and a couple old friends visit every so often… But I don’t really leave the house much these days. I used to be better at it, but… I don’t know. People are awful. People will just grab you. Strangers. People will tell you you’re sooo cute and muss up your hair and talk in that awful baby voice.” He stuck his tongue out and sneered. “It feels so much safer. Just staying in here, just me and Charlie. It’s been years of this. I don’t know.”

Spencer nodded. “TwitchCon next week. Still some tickets left”

He cackled. “Did you hear a word I said? I’m a total agoraphobe.”

He leaned back with his hands behind his head and shrugged. “I’ll take you. Nobody’s grabbing at you with Spencer on the case.”

“And you’re not grabbing me either, right?”

He shook his head. “No grabbing, no cutesy talk, no hair mussing. Just two bros at a convention. You can get in on all my panels with me, meet all your people, it’ll be fun!” 

Nick pursed his lips. “How big are the panels.”

“I dunno. Audience of like twenty to fifty.”

He slumped back in his chair. Definitely more relaxed than he was just a few minutes ago. “You know what? I’ll think on it.”

“Hell yeah,” he said. “Hell yeah you will.”

Nick was tiny. Spencer only bought his own plane tickets. He’d be carrying his friend there and back. That was how the airline wanted you to do it, he looked it up. Holding him. In his hand. Carrying him around the convention center. He still struggled to imagine it. In his head, Nick was still his size. He’d started up streaming again, but he still hadn’t appeared on camera with any normal-height people. Those old pictures still seemed photoshopped. 

It was pretty bizarre, when the door swung open and Nick was right there, prim and proper, standing awkwardly in his partner’s hand with a stuffed backpack. 

Spencer grinned. “Nick! Hi! And you’re Charlie, right?”

His partner smiled back and shook with their empty hand. “I’ve heard so much.”

“Hey, Spencer,” Nick said. His projection was excellent. Must come with the territory. “It’s kind of weird to finally meet.”

“Oh, come on. I’ve known you for years.”

The three of them went over the plan, the schedule, Nick’s awkward luggage cube wider than he was tall, since it had to store his bed and his oversized electronics. Spencer stuffed it into his carry on and moved his car into their garage. They all got into Charlie’s car together, with Nick sitting in Charlie’s palm. 

Nick grimaced. “Um. I feel weird springing this on you. Obviously Charlie needs both hands to drive, and we do have a smaller seat in the car, but… um, carrying is a lot more comfortable.”

“Oh! Okay, yeah, sure.” Which hopefully concealed just how excited he was. He felt kind of perverse, honestly, for how vividly he had imagined those little shoes tapping onto his palms over the past few days. Spencer put both hands up to Nick, one palm cradled in the other for stability. He stepped over. His rubber soles pressed lightly down into his skin and Spencer could feel his muscles working, expertly adjusting to the uneven surface. He grabbed Spencer’s thumb for stability. His tiny fingers, clasping the very tip of his fingernail. Spencer gasped.

Nick beamed up at him. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

“No! No, it’s just… it’s weird. I’ve never done this before.” His brain was working overdrive, trying to process this. The delicate touch, feeling the whole life of one of his closest friends contained in his palm. 

Nick dropped down and relaxed against Spencer’s fingers. Judging by how calmly Charlie had started pulling out of their driveway, Spencer felt pretty confident that it had all went well. “You’re doing just fine,” Nick reassured him. “Very comfortable.” Seeing him like this, it was kind of hard to believe all his agoraphobia talk. 

He was so tiny. That was the only thing Spencer could think the whole ride to the airport. This was his friend, and he was tiny, and he was lounging in his hand. He hoped it didn’t show. He’d promised Nick a million times that he was gonna be normal about it. 

“Okay,” Charlie said, “But does anyone else know you’re gonna be there?”

Nick giggled. “Nope. See, it’s the perfect plan, cause I can just disappear whenever if I need to.”

“They’re not gonna let you into the creator rooms if you just have, like, a normal pass, though.”

“Charlie, I’m pocket size, that is not gonna be an issue.”

That was weird. Hearing them talk about it so casually. He seemed so comfortable with it now, Spencer was shocked Nick never slipped up and made any jokes about his height on stream. 

Before Charlie let them out, they insisted on holding Nick one last time, fiddling with his clothes, kissing his head. “And I will come get you, okay?” they said. “I will take the very next plane to you and take you home if you need me to.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too.” Nick gave them a kiss on the nose. 

Charlie took a deep breath and thrust him out to Spencer. “Take him. Get him out of my sight.”

He exited the car. “I love you!” Nick called.

“I love you so so so so much!” 

“Ew,” Spencer scoffed. Nick laughed, but Spencer kind of meant it.

He got less trouble about bringing a tiny guy into the airport than he expected. No checked bags, Spencer was smart about that, but apparently the luggage cube seemed pretty bomb-like to TSA so that was a hold up. Nick’s face on his ID photo was bigger than his actual face. That was funny. 

The closer they got to boarding, the more Nick seemed to shrink back against Spencer’s body. When they finally sat down to wait at the boarding gate, he was in the fetal position buried deep in Spencer’s grasp. “You okay, dude?” he muttered.

“I haven’t been in an airport since before I shrunk. People keep lookin’ at me.”

“You wanna go in my bag or my pocket or something?”

“I kinda just wish I was home.”

Points for honesty. Spencer tried to make the hand over his stomach look natural while he looked through social media. 

When they boarded, he had to expose the poor guy again. Cupping his hand to his body like that just seemed a little too weird to try to get past the airline staff. One of the flight attendants called Nick a “sweetheart” and Spencer could feel him trying to disappear. He gave her a sour look.

“We got a few hours. You got any preferred in-flight entertainment?” he asked as they sat down. “We could share earbuds.”

“Hell yeah. Hit me with those podcasts.”

He did. They chatted about it, Spencer tried to shield him from view with his spare hand. They had a window seat and the man next to them didn’t seem to give a shit about Nick, thank God.  

Their conversation slowed to the occasional exchange. On the tail end of the flight, Spencer asked if Nick recognized the name of some celeb the hosts were talking about and didn’t get an answer. He glanced down. 

Nick was dead asleep, right in his hand. 

Shit. Spencer felt awful. Because fuck, it was cute. He sprawled out across Spencer’s fingers, one arm hanging over the edge, the other pressed into the gap between his fingers. His chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths. Spencer would never, ever, ever… but he just wanted to stroke his hair. He didn’t want to think of Nick any differently than any other friends, but how could he not when he was so, so tiny, almost magically tiny. And he felt safe here, safe enough to pass out in a crowded airplane, exposed. How could that not melt his heart?

Protective instincts kicked in and he glanced around at the other passengers. A few were looking. One woman was pointing her husband in Nick’s direction. This was wrong. Nick would feel horrible if he knew. As gently as he could, Spencer slid Nick into his hoodie pocket and looked out the window. 

They landed. He grabbed his bag. He exited. Nick was quiet and still, Spencer’s hoodie pocket gently bobbing with the weight of his friend. He was almost at the baggage claim when he felt it. 

He looked down. Nick was thrashing, kicking, turning himself around, he even heard muffled screams. Oh, fuck. “Nick,” he hissed. “It’s Spencer, you fell asleep on the plane. You’re in my pocket.”

He calmed down. Spencer put his hand in and let Nick crawl on. When he pulled him out he looked grumpy, dishevelled. Spencer grimaced. “Sorry.”

“S’alright,” he slurred. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Spencer remembered his gentle face, his tiny hand clutching Spencer’s finger pad. He shrugged. “You seemed tired.”

There was a meetup at a bar that night with some people they knew, but Nick was not feeling it, so they took the bus to the convention center hotel and grabbed some beers and microwave dinners at the nearby corner store. He opened the door to their hotel room and Nick gasped. “Oh my God,” he said. “And there was only one bed.” 

They ate mac and cheese. They got tipsy. They laid in the bed together and watched bullshit on Spencer’s laptop. 

“When are we getting up tomorrow?” Nick asked. 

“Um. My earliest thing is a panel at 10:30.” He checked his phone. “Hotel breakfast ends at 9, fuck me.”

“Ew. No.”

“But I’d like to walk around. Up at 8:30, on the floor at 9:30? I’m gonna shower before bed, probably.”

“I morning shower.”

“Perf.”

Spencer loved this shit. He loved the crowds, he loved meeting fans in the halls, he loved the noise and the chaos and packed schedules. Nick did not. He exited Spencer’s hoodie pocket in five-minute intervals and pressed himself against the wall of Spencer’s torso for that entire time. Almost anyone who recognized Spencer would recognize Nick too, they collaborated so often. Nick survived one fan interaction. Everyone was polite, they loved his work, they were pleasantly surprised to see him here, they didn’t even mention his size. Nick asked Spencer to hide him in his pocket the next time he got recognized.

“Do you still wanna come to the panels and stuff with me?” Spencer asked. “It’s, like, a lot of that.”

“I don’t know,” he grumbled. “I’m just trying to not freak out right now. I’m sorry that you gotta cart me around like this.”

“No,” he said. “I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.”

Spencer kind of… loved it. Every moment of the past day where he got to hold Nick, shield him, protect him, was getting increasingly addictive. The only downside of the pocket set-up was that he didn’t get to look at him too. 

“Oh, shit,” Spencer said. “Nick. Nick. Neuro is here.”

“Wait, forreal?” Nick leaned out the side of his pocket, losing his balance and falling onto Spencer’s fingers. There he was, him and his big ass bushy beard, talking to a couple viewers, he assumed. “Oh, shit, it’s Neuro!”

Spencer helped him out onto his hands and rushed over. He didn’t want to interrupt, but they caught his attention anyways. Neuro faltered, then smiled. “Hey, dude!” Spencer clasped his hand and pulled himself in to bump chests. Neuro glanced down. “Oh, hey, no kidding!” He bent down to Nick’s eye level, getting his face up real close.

Spencer frowned.

“So the rumors are true,” he said.

Nick shrugged. “Before your very eyes.”

“That is crazy. Wow. You are just the tiniest little thing.” Quicker than he could react, Neuro reached out and jabbed Nick in the chest.

Spencer recoiled. “Woah, hey, don’t touch him, dude.”

“Woah, dude,” he mimicked, “Who said you got to speak for him?” He looked back at Nick, now clutching at Spencer’s t-shirt. “Aw, you don’t mind, do you, little guy?”

“Cut that shit out. It’s not funny.” He could feel the group of fans gawking. 

“Just the cutest little guy,” he cooed. “The cutest little thing. Lemme get a turn holding him─”

Spencer backed away, his expression riddled with disgust. “No! What the fuck is your problem? We just wanted to say hi, you’re acting like a complete asshole!”

“Woah, hey, man─”

“Don’t hey man me. Don’t fucking hey man me. Treat him with respect or don’t fuckin’ talk to him.”

Neuro paused. He scoffed. “Jeez. Fine.” And turned around, back to his fans, who seemed suddenly much less interested in chatting with him.

Spencer took a deep breath. He brought his hands up to his face. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Hotel,” Nick responded. That was all he needed to hear. 

They were both silent on the walk back to their room. Nick was a hot little ball of shame tucked away in his hand, probably in no shape to string a sentence together. But Spencer was… if he opened his mouth, he worried it would slip out. This sick pleasure, fermenting in his chest. Nick was traumatized. Spencer was intoxicated. 

Back in the room, he put out his hand to let Nick off on the nightstand, but he just curled up tighter and muttered something. No complaints on Spencer’s end. That much longer that he got to hold Nick in this state, even more tiny and vulnerable than he usually was. He laid down on the bed and held Nick to his chest. The little body started shaking under his hand. He squeezed a little tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer whispered.

Nick cried. He kept crying, too hard to talk, and Spencer held him silently. 

Finally, Nick composed himself enough to speak. “Neuro sent me the nicest message.”

“He’s a cunt.” 

“But Spencer… oh, God, so many people sent me nice messages. How many of them are like that?” Nick grabbed his middle finger and hugged it hard. Oh, Jesus, how was he supposed to deal with this?

Slowly, Nick quieted until he was down to sniffles and hiccups. “What time is it,” he muttered.

“Um, 10:41.”

“Shit.” He managed a laugh. “I’m making you miss your panel.” 

“Don’t worry about the fuckin’ panel.” His phone had been buzzing for a while but he didn’t really give a shit. 

He pushed off Spencer’s hand and sat up. God. Red-eyed, snotty, shaking, wet smears all over Spencer’s t-shirt. He looked even tinier, sitting there in the middle of the broad expanse of Spencer’s torso. He wiped his face with his sleeve. “I-I just gotta get myself together. And then we can get back out there.”

He nudged Nick onto his palm and sat up to look at him straight on. “You wanna get back out there?”

Nick shook out his shoulders and smiled. “Yeah! That’s an hour-long panel, we’ve got time.”

“Nick, you-“ He smiled. “You look bad.”

“Fuck, get me a wet towel, I’m good in ten minutes. C’mon, lemme at my stuff, chop chop.”

“Aright.” He got him back on the bedside table. Nick handed over a tiny cloth and Spencer got him some cold water from the bathroom sink. “And now I gotta change my shirt cause you got your fucking snot all over it.”

Nick put the towel over his eyes and laid down. “A single droplet of snot. It’s unsalvageable.”

He tugged on the fresh shirt and sat down on the floor next to the bedside table. Nick’s eyes were covered. He could gawk at him without consequence, and he was gawking alright. And he was excited to pick him up again in just a few minutes. Excited to carry him in front of an audience. He wanted them to know that he was protecting Nick. That Nick was… his. 

Spencer sighed. “I feel awful.”

Nick tugged the towel off to look at him. “Not like it’s your fault.”

“No, not about that.” Spencer rubbed his face and groaned. “Nick, I gotta admit something. You’re one of my best friends, and I think you’re really incredible, and I’m so glad we’re here, together, in person. This is great. I have — I have so much respect for you, Nick. Cause you are being so brave. And I…” He looked at Nick. He looked… kind of scared. “I-I didn’t wake you up on the plane because I thought you looked cute. Okay? I don’t mind carrying you because… well, I like carrying you! I like knowing that you’re small enough to fit in my hand, it feels incredible. When I was screaming at Neuro, I just… it felt so good knowing that I was big enough to protect you. You make me feel so big.” Nick stared back at him with wide eyes. He couldn’t take looking at him anymore. He buried his face in his hands. “I wanna see you the same way I see our other friends. I promise I do. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like such a piece of shit. I’m just like that asshole.” 

“You are not.” 

He looked up. Nick looked back at him, smug as fuck. 

“Don’t smile. What are you smiling for?”

Nick walked to the edge of the table. “C’mere.” Spencer scooted in. “No, getcher big head over here.” He leaned in further, until he felt downright invasive, and Nick rested one hand on his scratchy cheek and guided him in even further. His heart pounded. If he hadn’t felt huge before, this was something else entirely. Tiny fingers tickling his stubble. His stomach ached. 

On the edge of his sight, he watched Nick get onto his knees and lean in towards his face. The smallest, sweetest sensation pressed against his upper lip. 

Nick stood, back in Spencer’s view, and gave him a casual shrug. “If that helps.” 

For a second, Spencer was frozen. Then he lost control. He scooped Nick off the table and kissed him, hard, against the side of his head, against his neck. He nuzzled the bridge of his nose onto his chest and beamed when he heard him laughing. “Goddammit, Nick,” he muttered. “You are such a cocky little-“

“Hey, watch it.” He giggled. “I, uh, I got a pretty similar speech from Charlie before we started dating.” 

Spencer pulled away. “Oh, shit, Charlie! I-I totally forgot.” 

“No, come on, Spencer, I’m not a cheater. Me and Charlie are cool like that. Even if I don’t… get as many opportunities.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t fuckin’. Bum me out, man. I’m gonna even you two out, right now. C’mere.” Spencer planted kiss after kiss on him, and Nick stretched out and took them in. 

“Spencer,” he cooed. 

“Whaaaat.”

“Your panel.”

He sighed. “Fuck. Right. You-you’re sure you want to be a part of that? Cause you can stay up here, I can hide you-“

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. It’s exposure therapy.” He grinned. “Besides, you’re not gonna let anything happen to me, are you?” 

Spencer flushed. “Never.” 

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POV: you are online

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The Love Between Friends ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Document last edited 16 minutes ago

“Nick…” he whispered. “We… I know it’s hard. But we’re your friends. And knowing that you’ve been letting something like a little social anxiety stop you from hanging out with us… it’s hard. Me, Nina, Moss… we can handle it. It’s worth it… you’re worth it.

Spencer reached over and brushed his fingertips over his friend’s wrist. Nick’s head shot up. His eyes glistered. Not finding any resistance, the taller man slid his fingers around Nick’s hand and looked deep into those soft orbs. 

Nick batted his eyelashes up at him. “I’m scared. I’m worried that I’m gonna freak out, I’m gonna have a panic attack and look ridiculous.”

He smiled and brushed a strand of pastel hair out of Nick’s face. “You could never lo

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poppy she/they @wren

wren BITCH oh my god

poppy she/they YOU KNEW

wren I DIDNT KNOW

poppy she/they YOU PEOPLE HAVE A SECRET CODE OR SOMETHING

wren HOW COULD I KNOW NO WE DONT BITCH

poppy she/they you knew and you kept it from us bc you hate it

wren I’m so shocked though like actually I started looking through like his clips and shit and oh my god this cunt wasn’t letting nothing slip through

mochi (she/her/hers) They fucked my FIC I’m like 80% ddooonnneee 😭 Tripper01/nikabit tag in shambles

wren if you’re shrunken there’s like two places you can buy furniture and shit from I know every fucking thing those places sell by HEART and I was looking at his stuff and I don’t recognize shit

poppy she/they LMAO mochi just post it girl we need a new tag now #normal size nikabit AU

wren lol 

mochi (she/her/hers) That is NOT the issue 🤪 The whole fic is about how Nick doesn’t do irl collab bc of his social anxiety  Which is what he TOLD US 🫠

Jack (they/he) What are we yapping about

wren someone found old nikabit pics and he is shrunken okay not to be woke but the social anxiety thing could still be true like obviously he couldn’t collab without exposing himself but that could be why it’s a secret at all

Jack (they/he) That’s crazyyyyy Yes we need the expert testimony  Educate us bestie

wren lol I’m ur token shrinkee which is still a word you’re not allowed to say

mochi (she/her/hers) Can I still call him my tiny widdle adorable guy 🥺

wren yes bc he literaalllyyyy iiissssss I could beat his ass…. much to consider

Jack (they/he) I’m looking at the pictures now This is insane Actually I just decided I need to write a hundred fics for this now nikatrip fic where Spencer can lichrally hold him I’m shitting my pants

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“What’s my take on the nikabit situation?” Spencer scoffed. “What’s the─ what’s the fuckin’ situation? You’re making it sound like he’s getting cancelled, what? I─ okay, somebody decided to creep through some Google Images, Internet Archive or whatever, Nick didn’t have anything to do with it! He’s just fuckin’ chilling! He’s just fuckin’ chilling, this whole time.” He continued reading chat. His shoulders settled. “Did I─ no, I didn’t know. No, I haven’t heard from him yet. Not… yet.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Direct messages between nikabit and leftmoss

leftmoss niiiicckk dumbass  watch my stream

nikabit can I mope

leftmoss am i the first person you’ve actually responded to 

nikabit nooo I was messaging casey bc I had to pay her for the edit

leftmoss but besides her im your specialist boy

nikabit of course you are moss so when are you gonna be mr. cool open shrunken guy when’s it your turn

leftmoss aw gee willikers i don’t know that’s scary stop whining and hop on my stream bitch  live in 10 min see u there

nikabit oh you wouldn’t moss MOSS YOU’RE INSANE

ROOMMATE REVEAL left_moss Clipped by branchyyyyy

“This is a super special stream. I got a surprise,” Moss said, and slyly grinned. “I got ─ I’m a little nervous. Little nervous. But I think it’s gonna be good.” He took a sip of his soda. “How would you guys like to meet my roommate?” 

His chat teemed with anticipation. 

“He’s just outside. He’s been waiting patiently since the stream started. Should I bring him in? Yeah?” He chuckled and nervously shook out his hands. “Yeah. I told you, I’m nervous. My heart’s, like, pounding.” He scoffed. “Alright! Alright, Grant, I’m ready.”

The camera shook violently and the entire room lit up. Gigantic fingertips appeared on the very top edge of the screen, and the wall behind him was slowly replaced by a massive beaming face.

He grinned. “Everybody say hi, Grant.”

Grant waved.

“Yeah, he’s not camera-shy, like at all. That was a complete lie. Sorry.”

“Can I talk?” Grant asked. “Or is that gonna, like, fuck up your levels or something?”

“Um…” Moss checked his screen. “Should be fine. Chat, is it fine? …Chat says it’s fine. You think it’s a green screen?” He mocked offense. “This person thinks I’m faking it!”

“What? Why? Here, fake this.” Grant reached in and picked him up alongside his chair. Moss laughed and smacked his fingers, and Grant put him down again. “Genuine little guy.” He snickered and closed the back wall again.

Moss smiled, impishly. “Yeah. Yes, this is because Nick got outed. I don’t know, maybe I’ll take a little heat off of him. Me and Nick both knew about ─ y’know, each other. Mm. Okay, yeah, obviously if you’re talking about like, kidnapping me, you are going to get banned. I don’t know why I need to say that. I don’t want to get kidnapped."

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nikabit

you know we’re gonna get grouped together forever now

leftmoss

i am so aware lmao

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Nick’s fingers brushed along one throbbing ripple of Spencer’s rod, towering over the small man’s head. When it twitched, he jerked back. 

Spencer didn’t realize he was holding his breath but he released it. His friend felt so fragile down there, like one wrong move could fuck up everything. 

“Stop,” he blurted out. “You don’t have to. We can call the Banjo Kazooie race even, these stupid dares are getting out of hand.”

“Maybe I want to,” he responded. Nick clambered up onto the top side of Spencer’s cock, wrapping his legs aro

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mochi (she/her/hers) So is that accurate????

wren uh I mean it’s one option

mochi (she/her/hers) I kept thinking about it and I dont even know what you would do 😭 How does it WORK 🫥

wren maybe cut the fragile bit just seems odd girl. watch some porn. 

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Jack (they/he) Nikabit’s at twitchcon??

wren shit no kidding

Jack (they/he)  Yeah he just showed up to the modding panel I guess tripper is carrying him around

wren that’s actually fucking insane cause I was at his stream yesterday and he said he hadn’t gone outside for the past month

Jack (they/he) I am saying this with so much love in my heart it is wild finding out how mentally ill he is

mochi (she/her/hers) MY SHIP

Jack (they/he) Girl

mochi (she/her/hers) NIKATRIP TRUTHER FUCKING NIRVANA Spencer is HOLDING HIM IN HIS HANDS?? 😱

Jack (they/he) We’ve entered a new era of mochi insanity lol

mochi (she/her/hers) AO3 is not ready for meeeee 😛 They’re sharing a hotel room I put money on it They’re FUKCIN Gin the hotel room

Jack (they/he)  Mochi this guy i met in the hall just told me he heard neuro and nick got into an argument and tripper punched him

mochi (she/her/hers) WHAT PROTECTING HIM??? 

wren guys if he PUNCHED SOMEONE they would’ve banned his ass please get real I HAVE to be the woke one here being held is so fucking normal I get held by five different fucking people per day

mochi (she/her/hers) Still

wren still

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“Nick,” Spencer muttered.

Nick slowly dragged his hands off his face and looked to Spencer’s eyes, just inches away. Spencer was belly down on their hotel bed, arm cradled around Nick, face half-buried in a blanket.

Nick hummed, then followed the trajectory of the arm that he was leaning against up to the cell phone it was holding. His eyes went wide and he flushed. “I’m drunk! I’m drunk, don’t film me!” 

“Nnniiiiick. What was your favorite part of TwitchCon.”

Despite his protests, he smiled and looked up in thought. “Well, I got to meet everyone. Got to meet viewers. My first time meeting viewers, all very lovely.” He nodded and pointed one wavering finger to the camera. “You. You people were my favorite part.”

“What about me.” 

Nick rolled his eyes. “Fine. Tripper was my second favorite part. Now turn that shit off.”

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The second he dropped his phone, his face was back on Nick, nudging up his t-shirt and planting lips against his belly. 

Nick giggled. “I think you might be too drunk for this. I think I might be taking advantage of you.”

“Awesome,” Spencer slurred.

“Jesus. If the fuckin’ fanfic people could see us now.”

Spencer paused. “Have you ever read that stuff?”

“No. Absolutely not. Way too weird for me.”

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Spencer brings Nick home. (rated E for theyre fuckin!!)

“Hi chat,” Spencer said.

“Hi chat,” Nick said.

“So we were just at TwitchCon. And we had a lot of fun. So much fun that we said screw it, let’s keep this party going, and now Nick is at my house.”

Nick waved towards the second camera, the one zoomed in closer to his face. The main one was more zoomed out, showing both him sitting on Spencer’s coffee table and Spencer cross-legged on the floor in front of his couch. If they wanted to do this more often they’d have to figure out a better set-up, but this worked fine for now. 

“Did you have fun at TwitchCon, Nick?”

“Yeah. I thought people were gonna try to grab me, but no one did that, so that was a win. That’s, like, a problem that I frequently have.”

He glanced at the chat. People were talking about the Neuro thing. God, would he have to address that at some point? “Oo, Nick, chat heard you were getting into fights.”

Nick grinned. “You know me. Always picking spats. It’s cool, though, I got my big guard dog here to protect me.”

For some reason he barked.

“Thank you for that, Trip. So we were gonna play some Smash.”

Ah, god, Spencer was pretty clearly red-faced about that on the stream. That was fine. Everything was fine. Keep it cool.

Nick’s special adapted tiny controller was just off screen, but Spencer reached past it to get the normal sized one. He placed it in front of Nick, propped up with a TV remote.

Nick looked at the controller in front of him and side-eyed Spencer.

“I want you to show chat the thing you showed me.”

He theatrically sighed. “Alright. You got the custom inputs on?”

“Of course.”

Nick shook out his shoulders, rolled his head side to side and stretched out his limbs. He took a steeling breath and leaned against the controller surface, on his tip toes, with one knee between the arrow buttons and the other resting on the lower joystick. His left hand took control of the higher joystick and his fingertips splayed out between the letter buttons. 

Spencer tilted the wide camera to better frame him. “Chat. Chat. Are you seeing this. He presses the buttons with his knee. Nick, pick the stage.”

He navigated quickly, but it clearly took a lot of effort. “I have to warn you. I’m about to get a lot worse at Smash.”

“And we would never dare judge you for it.”

Nick’s ability losses were pretty evened out by how often Spencer got distracted gawking at him. As the match went on, he got more visibly exhausted. He had to strain to maintain the semi-plank in the first place alongside the concentration and energy required to play. Nick’s jaw set and he blinked hard to keep his eyes focused. Honestly… kind of hot. 

In the end, it wasn’t enough, and Spencer hit him off the stage for the final knockout. Nick collapsed back and groaned.

Spencer clapped. Chat said gg. 

“Gimme my normal controller.”

He laughed. “Fine, fine.”

As soon as he turned off the stream and looked over at Nick, he was grinning.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“You barked.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I called you my dog and you barked.” 

“I don’t need to hear this─”

“And you’re my good puppy, aren’t you? Who’s my good puppy?”

Spencer extended a hand and hesitated ─ but Nick’s daring smirk convinced him. He pinned Nick down and licked the side of his head against his half-hearted protests. When he let go Nick sat up and wiped the spot off on his shirt. “Bad puppy! Bad!”

Spencer giggled. “I can’t believe I was worried you were gonna be scared of me.”

“Actually?”

“Kind of. I don’t know. I was worried that was why you never wanted to meet up.”

He shook his head. “Please. Get over here.”

Spencer loved tiny kisses. He could not get enough of them, and he couldn’t get enough of his lips all over Nick’s little body either. That had been their entire weekend, and it was looking like it was gonna be their entire coming week as well. Nick’s mouth traveled up his nose to right between his eyes. He pressed his forehead there and forced Spencer into awkward eye contact. 

“Can we go somewhere that doesn’t have a massive window facing the street?”

Spencer grinned. “Okay.”

He scooped Nick up and took him to his bedroom. Nick gave him an odd glance when he noticed the vertically oriented body pillow.

“It’s good for my spine!” Spencer let him down on the head end and pulled his jeans off before straddling the pillow and leaning in, putting hands on either side of Nick. “Good for this too.” He slipped two fingers under Nick’s t-shirt and tugged it off. It felt good to put his mouth on that stomach again. 

“Do you wanna go further?” Nick asked.

“Hm?”

He cocked his head. “Like, underwear off. We’ve been making out for days.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess we have.”

“Did you not… realize?”

He shrugged. “I was really into the kissing.”

Nick gave him the sweetest smile. He gestured Spencer’s hand in and guided it towards his waist, popping his fly and lightly rubbing himself into Spencer’s knuckle. Spencer flushed and buried the lower half of his face into the pillow. He took gentle control of Nick’s torso with one hand, stroking his thumb pad against the side of his head, and slipped his other middle finger further down his pants, between his legs, rubbing against his briefs. Nick grunted and bit his lip, staring Spencer straight on. 

“I really enjoy that you’re small,” Spencer muttered into the pillowcase.

“Yeah?” Nick turned and pecked his thumb. “You like that I fit in your hands?”

I do! And I really wish you didn’t wait so long to tell me! Now that was a great way to kill the mood. Instead he pushed his finger down against the fabric of Nick’s jeans and tugged them off. His fingernail slipped under Nick’s waistband, but tiny hands pushed him away. “Ah-ah,” Nick teased. “Am I gonna be the only naked one?”

Spencer sat up to strip, forcing Nick into his looming shadow down at the base of his pelvis. He tossed his t-shirt and sweatpants onto the floor, but after a pause to consider, he dropped his boxers directly onto Nick. Nick shouted and kicked them off, flushed and giggling. He stared unflinching at the beast just an inch away, indenting the soft pillow, and kicked off his briefs. Nick crawled forward, put both hands firmly on his shaft just below his head and let his member press against Spencer’s glans, so beautifully dwarfed by the pulsing red skin. Spencer reached down to stroke his hair. He coaxed Nick’s attention up to make eye contact, admiring his eager expression. Nick pulled the finger to his face and gave him a cheeky nip. 

Fully nude, so clearly smaller than just his penis, Nick elicited the wildest thoughts in Spencer’s excited mind. He was perfect, doll-like, a little ceramic masterpiece with a hand-painted pointed red cock. A photo cut out of a dirty magazine, ready to be ruined. 

“Jesus…” Spencer muttered. How had he been this into this guy for this long without realizing it? The excitement every time they got to collab, the anxious need to make him laugh… He rubbed his thumb between Nick’s nipples and dragged it down his stomach. In a sudden aggressive urge, Spencer shoved Nick down onto his back and leaned in. Spencer laid his full hand against the little torso and pressed it into the pillow, feeling the hard cock pressing back against the soft base of his thumb. Nick tried to adjust himself underneath, but when Spencer pressed down harder, he took a sharp breath and laid still. He panted and his eyes darted around Spencer’s face, but his expression was unreadable. Spencer’s dick throbbed.

His brain buzzed, paralyzed by how badly he wanted to do everything to him, all the things that were impossible through a screen. Touch him everywhere, in every way. He exposed Nick’s erection in the gap by his thumb. He slipped Nick’s package between his lips and let Nick pant and moan in response, his muscles failing to jerk under the oppressive grip. Spencer sucked him in further and delicately clamped his front teeth around Nick’s cock and balls. 

Nick yelped and giggled. “Oh, god, what’s gotten into you?”

Spencer pulled up. “Do you hate it?”

“No, just… not sure what to expect from you.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect from himself either. He pecked Nick on the cheek, maybe to reassure himself more than anything, and brought his lips back to his cock. When he pleased Nick particularly well, he struggled, and when those struggles were so easily restrained by Spencer’s hand his cock throbbed even harder against the pillow, a perfect reward. 

Nick reacted well when his tongue occasionally darted lower between his legs against his taint. He whined when Spencer licked his cock down to press against his stomach. Nick lurched as cum pooled in his belly button and made sticky strands against Spencer’s tongue, and when Spencer allowed himself a few kisses to his cock Nick cried out and jerked violently, uselessly, against his palm. 

Nick’s eyes rolled aimlessly and his eyelids fluttered. Spencer slid his hand underneath the limp body and held it against his chest as he sat up. As he milked his own cockhead, rubbing his frenulum, he stared with awful possessive pleasure as Nick pressed himself against Spencer’s expanse of naked chest. 

Nick downed his dinner happily, sitting pretty on Spencer’s lap on his couch, still basking in the afterglow and smiling at their friend Moss’s Youtube video playing on Spencer’s laptop. Spencer felt less warm and fuzzy─he had this lingering concern that Nick still didn’t understand just how badly he enjoyed this, how much he liked that Nick could vanish under his hand. Or, what, was he some exception to Nick’s hatred of how he was seen in public? Would Nick figure it out and hate Spencer like he hated all those gawking strangers?

“We should do something in person with him,” Nick said. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Moss: also tiny. Shit, what if two of his friends at pocket size drove him twice as crazy? He didn’t wanna secretly fuck Moss too, right? 

“Me and Moss. IRL manhunt, going under furniture and shit. That’s a thumbnail. Right?”

He sucked on the inside of cheek. “Would you be… more comfortable around Moss?”

Nick frowned. “Compared to you?”

“Compared to most people, I guess.”

He shrugged. “I mean, sure, cause I know him.”

Spencer put a finger under Nick’s chin and tipped it up. He took a slow breath. “We’ve been friends for so long without ever meeting. I kinda assumed it was because… well, I know I’m big compared to you, and I totally get that, but that’s not an issue for you. I just don’t understand it anymore.”

Nick sighed and rubbed his face. In the video, Moss was screeching about a game over, so Spencer quietly paused it. “It’s me. It’s─I coped really well with shrinking, actually. Cause my friends were really good about it. But strangers, um, the staring and rude comments and touching, I just started losing control of myself more and more.” He gestured Spencer’s hand in and stroked his hand along the webbing of his thumb. “Charlie’s got a scar right here. I freaked out at a party and bit them. It makes you feel like dogshit to treat your partner like that, but… it’s worse that no one was worried about them afterwards. If someone told me their boyfriend bit them I’d tell them to file a restraining order.” He chuckled. “I felt like an animal.”

“That sucks.”

He hooked his arms over Spencer’s fingers. “I’m sorry I never told you. I think if people found out a year ago I’d be having meltdowns on stream about it. I have to do a lot of breathing exercises now. When I see mean messages, you know.”

Spencer pushed him onto his back and stroked up his chest. “Nick, you know… I can’t stop looking at you. And I just think you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t want you to think about me like… those people.”

He smiled and shrugged. “It’s… different. It’s different ‘cause you care. Listen, man, I’m not gonna pretend my panic attacks are logically consistent.” He giggled. “Oh, geez. You know what I was thinking, during your little confession in the hotel room? I was like, fuck, he’s about to say he’s having a horrible time. He wishes he never brought me.”

Spencer gasped. “No!”

“Cause I was having a fuckin’ mental illness moment in public! I don’t know!” He hugged Spencer’s fingers. “You’ve been very good to me.”

“You worry me so much sometimes.”

“Video,” he demanded. Spencer smiled and unpaused. 

“─ FUCKING KILL MYSELF!” Moss threw his headphones to the floor and screamed. “STOMP ME! FUCKING STOMP ME, DUDE! I WANNA DIE!”

Nick giggled. “Now he worries me.”

The joke seemed offensive, but Spencer wasn’t gonna be the one to say it. 

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Moss comes for a visit (very minimal sexual content)

Literally the only thing he could think, sitting at the kitchen island, watching Charlie very kindly make him a a turkey sandwich, was “I fucked your boyfriend”. Charlie was aware, of course. After he showed up at Nick and Charlie’s place, Charlie wasted no time mercilessly teasing Nick about it while Spencer awkwardly looked on. He just hadn’t gotten used to the whole polyamory thing yet, really.

The jokes stopped when Spencer picked up Moss from the Denver airport. Moss didn’t know yet. The whole relationship still felt a bit too casual to go around announcing it like that.

At the airport, Moss collapsed indelicately into Spencer’s hand and spent the whole drive talking nonstop about the trip there. Spencer was quite relieved to conclude that whatever aspect of Nick was putting his libido into overdrive was totally absent in Moss. Still a bit odd to hold him, sure, but he wasn’t gonna go rabid. 

Charlie had their laptop set up on the kitchen counter with Nick’s Twitch stream on. Moss and Nick were in Nick’s office right now, a little box hidden away in Charlie and Nick’s bedroom. Anyone logging on now would’ve assumed they were watching two normal-sized guys in a normal-sized room, if they didn’t bother squinting at the background to notice Nick’s growing collection of rare LEGO pieces or oversized merch. 

In his excitement to be together in person, Moss was now grabbing Nick’s shoulders and violently shaking him. Nick seemed to be trying to shrink even more than he already had. 

Charlie giggled and handed Spencer the sandwich. “If that gets much worse I’ll have to go rescue him.”

“Do you watch his streams a lot?”

“Yeah. I like keeping an eye on him.”

Charlie watched the stream fondly, and Spencer thought he might be seeing that familiar protective glint in their eye. He tried not to let it get to him.

“You flew in solo,” Nick said. “That’s crazy. I would never do that.”

Moss, much calmer now, nodded. “Oh, god, yeah, it was so awkward. ‘Cause they have to assign a guy to carry you around for, like, ADA shit, and they were all so clearly pissed about it. Like, I’m not enjoying this either, man. Then they had to dig out the special seat from storage and then the lady next to me kept giving me looks ‘cause I made her get her purse off my seat. But I paid for the whole seat! And her purse kept almost falling on me! Just put it on the fucking floor, I don’t care, I don’t need the leg room!”

Nick cackled. “I was definitely getting a lot of looks when I flew with Spencer.”

Spencer swallowed his sandwich bite. “Does Nick interact with people his own height much?”

“Almost never. I don’t think he really cares.”

Moss was a very physical person, and every time he laid hands on Nick he seemed to flinch away. Was he that unused to being touched by someone his own size? Or was he just playing the straight man for the stream? They were prepping to build a LEGO set now and Moss was pitching the disk pieces at him. Actually… maybe it was just a healthy reaction to Moss’s personality. 

Luckily the childlike energy seemed to translate to Moss’s work ethic. He was wildly helpful during their planning and they had a pretty solid filming schedule laid out for this visit. It wasn’t often that you got two five-inch-tall streamers in the same house. They needed to milk this. 

After the LEGO was done, they took a break to move the stream to Charlie’s living room so Spencer could join. The feed restarted with Spencer blindfolded and Moss balanced on top of Spencer’s head.

“That’s right, chat! We’re doing a Ratatouille!” 

“This feels offensive.” Moss yanked his hair and he yelped.

“Tripper runs the game. I run Tripper. Nikabit runs chat, whenever he reappears. And we’re gonna see if we can fucking platform, okay? Ready, Spence?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Moss yanked with his right hand. The A button. He tugged his left hand down, right right, right hand yank. Okay, they successfully entered the first level. That was good.

“Okay,” Nick said, distantly, through their headsets. 

Moss huffed. “I think he left his mic on. DUDE!”

“Yeah, probably an hour,” he said. “Yup. Wub you too.”

Moss gagged. “Christ. God. Make it stop. Tripper, make it stop.”

“NICK! TURN YOUR MIC OFF!”

“Ope.” He giggled and his voice cut out. 

“Can’t believe this,” Moss moaned. “Beyond fucked. We’re being relegated to a pair of third wheels.”

“Yeah,” Spencer said.

Nick slept with Charlie, per the usual, and even though it was obviously necessary if they weren’t telling Moss yet he still felt that flash of jealousy. Moss and Spencer shared the guest room. 

“You really want your bed on the floor?” Spencer asked as he helped set it up.

“Yeah. I wanna be able to walk around when I wake up.” 

“Just makes me nervous I’m gonna step on you, or something.”

“I’m pretty good at sticking to the walls. Listen, if it happens, I promise we’ll all forgive you.” Spencer playfully bumped his shoulder and Moss punched his hand back. God, what a bro. In the room over, something bumped and Charlie laughed. Moss stuck his tongue out. “Ew. Don’t wanna know.”

“Do you… have an issue with them being different sizes?”

He laughed. “No. If I had a girlfriend right now I’d be ten times worse. I’m just mad that I’m not getting any.”

Points for honesty. 

Spencer woke up at 9. Moss was still asleep, half hanging off the bed after he kicked most of his blankets off in the night. Spencer went for his phone and started checking the comments of his latest YouTube upload. 

nikabit heeyyyyy I see that green dot you can’t hide from me

Spencer grinned. 

Tripper01 heyyyyyyyyyyyyy

nikabit Charlie left for work you shooouuuuld come over here

Tripper01 OK :D

He slipped out of bed and crept off as quietly as he could to Nick’s room. He didn’t see Nick anywhere on the bed, but a flash of movement caught his eye and he looked down. Nick was standing by his office, off in the corner on the floor. 

Spencer got down next to him and smiled. “There you are.”

“Some of us don’t keep our electronics in bed, you know.”

Spencer scooped him up and brought him to the bed. His mouth was on him immediately and Nick giggled. “You getting along with Charlie?” he asked.

He grimaced. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Trying to gauge if a threesome is in my future.”

“We’re not getting along that well.”

“Oh, boo.” He peppered Spencer’s upper lip with kisses. “I’ve got you all to myself then.”

Kissing turned into light hand-wrestling, then Nick grinding on his fingers, then back to kissing, quiet except for the occasional satisfied sigh. 

Nick’s eyes flashed to the door and he panicked. “Spence,” he said.

Spencer turned around. There, standing in the open crack of door, silhouetted by the light of the living room, Moss stood frozen, wide-stanced.

“Um,” Spencer said.

“YOU’RE FUCKING?” he screamed. God, he had some lungs on him.

“We were gonna tell you─”

“YOU’RE MAKING ME THE FOURTH WHEEL?”

Moss was very grumpy at breakfast, and, as usual, Spencer wasn’t sure how much of it was a joke. “Can’t believe this,” he grumbled. “Everyone in this house fucking each other. Except for me.”

“I mean, if you want─” Nick offered. 

Moss laughed and covered his face. “Nah, I think I’m good. How long has this been going on anyways?”

“Since TwitchCon.”

He shook his head. “Going at it in the hotel room. Tale as old as time. I mean, I’m happy to keep my mouth shut, I just wish you told me earlier. The vibes have been kinda weird since I got here, I was worried it was me.”

Spencer smiled. “Sorry. It’s just pretty recent, and still pretty casual.”

“I get it, man.” He grabbed Nick’s shoulder and shook him. “And look at you! Getting out there, getting laid! I’m proud of you!”

“Thanks, Moss.”

“We gotta start filming again soon, but I want deets later. What made it happen?”

Nick stuck his tongue out. “Spencer likes feeling big.”

“I do not!”

“Yes you do.”

Moss waggled his eyebrows up at him. 

“No!”

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shoving dolls together time ummm. nick/moss/claire 3some against spencer's cock. nick is going this is awesoooome claire stills feels kind of weird abt spencer and has conflicting feelings on his dick looming over them moss is fucked up over kissing hot chick + nick is doing his bottom voice + i am on my male friend's naked body. spencer is about to have a Guard Dog Emotions stroke out.

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nick is a certified Fuck Your Friends enjoyer he's got sunshine and lollipops blasting in his head hes like yaaay everyone is getting alooooong. everyone else is going

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I don’t care how similar our fetishes are I’m not joining your discord server

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Claire sneaking away to give oral to a friend of hers during a get together bc they’re so small and it’s so easy to go hide behind a couch to fool around… one of their big friends calls for them and they have to stop and giggle and scurry out all red faced…

[mousey-sprouts]

Claire squeezed in a strangers fist, screaming and crying in embarrassment and fear from being so publicly violated. Getting her top pulled off. The stranger pokes at her stomach and further humiliates her, squeezing her tits and calling them “small even for her”

[mousey-sprouts]

Once again wouldn’t make it canon but it’s kind of hot imagining a stranger publicly humiliating and assaulting Claire bc her Nick and Moss’ “chaperone” got up to go to the bathroom for less than a minute

[mousey-sprouts]

When her friends can’t really do anything but watch as she’s grabbed and manhandled and stripped and dipped into a drink and and ummm 😵‍💫

[mousey-sprouts]

Once again wouldn’t make it canon but it’s kind of hot imagining a stranger publicly humiliating and assaulting Claire bc her Nick and Moss’ “chaperone” got up to go to the bathroom for less than a minute

[mousey-sprouts]

Anyway. I think Claire probably does convince both tiny and “normal” dudes to kiss for her amusement at bars. Sometimes t/G sometimes t/t sometimes G/G. She’s also convinced women to kiss each other. Also for her own amusement.

[mousey-sprouts]

To a degree this is a party trick for her. She goes out to a busy fucking California bar after a huge con with Moss and Nick and she’s like “hey watch this” and gets two guys’ attention and convinces them to kiss like. So insanely fast. Never underestimate what two people who have hardly interacted with a tiny will do on behalf of one who’s also a cute streamer girl

[mousey-sprouts]

Anyway. I think Claire probably does convince both tiny and “normal” dudes to kiss for her amusement at bars. Sometimes t/G sometimes t/t sometimes G/G. She’s also convinced women to kiss each other. Also for her own amusement.

[mousey-sprouts]

What the fuck. I swear to god I made the “doing a challengers” comparison as a post about Claire. I can’t find it. Am I insane.

[mousey-sprouts]

Wasn’t about Claire and wasn’t a tumblr post. Nurse she’s awake.

[mousey-sprouts]

What the fuck. I swear to god I made the “doing a challengers” comparison as a post about Claire. I can’t find it. Am I insane.