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do care + did ask + im biting you + im biting you + im biting you +
guy doesnt write non teddy fic for like a year and rolls back in with fucking MAWPLAY IM NORMAL I PROMISEEEEE oh my gd. no warnings and this is a continuation from that one kinktober because a friend asked for it eons ago. there will be a part 2 talk to me nice
"Can I like… ask you something?" Nate's voice called up from where they sat on your desk.
"What's up?" You barely turned away from your typing, finger hovering just above the keyboard as you shot a glance down in their direction.
Nate fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of his jacket, which was actually just one of the pieces of exceedingly expensive doll clothes you'd dyed in various shades of red and black for him. You'd never get doll reccomendations out of your targeted ads, and honestly, you were learning to be okay with that. "Well…" he started. "Well it's just… nevermind. It's too- it doesn't matter." He gave you a small smile, before turning back to tug at the thread.
Making a noise of discontent, you scooped him up gently, bringing them up to eye level, and grabbing a pair of the tiny manicure scissors you had taken to leaving lying around in every room now for instances like this. "Stop that," you tutted at him as you snipped off the thread. "This was an eighty dollar outfit, and I refuse to go back to the tailor to have more doll clothes patched up. They already probably think I have a very agressive child with very particular taste in dolls."
Nate couldn't help but giggle at the memory of you coming home, flushed bright red, with the smallest bag the shop had rolled over itself several times to keep his clothes inside from flying around. You had vowed to pick up sewing that day, but as it happened, learning to sew, and learning to sew to your boyfriend's clothing standards were two completely different things, and so you had made him promise to take care of his clothes while you learned a million different stitches for him. It was only fair, he'd conceded, but his fidgeting habits still were sometimes hard to constrain.
After, you placed him back in his little nook on the desk, lounging on a miniature Purple mattress sample that you would vehemently deny you had taken from Costco if questioned. You were also sure, however, that any purchaser would be willing to sacrifice what was essentially their free toy for your boyfriend to be comfortable while you both slaved away from home, you handling customer complaints from a high brow agency, and Nate slapping his full hand on the screen of his phone to compose tweets letter by letter.
Nate patently refused to let you run their social media accounts, insisting that they could do it himself. While that was true, it was still difficult for him to create all the content he used to for the team, and he often spent your 8 hour workdays working up a backlog of drafts to be posted periodically, as well as keeping up with the art sent in and any communications that needed to be done outside of the direct council. Charlie, Eric, Zach, and Milo had thankfully been the only ones around when Nate had shrunk, seemingly as a result of a spell that had been cast in game, and thankfully the four of them knew to keep quiet, and could talk enough amongst themselves about it anyways. Milo, in all her audio engineering knowlege, had eventually come up with a microphone hookup to make Nate sound full size again, and Bizly had carefully helped edit him into backgrounds each episode he chose to have his camera on.
The podcast really had had to find a way to go on. Riptide obviously went on a brief hiatus for the first few weeks after the transfprmation, and the fans were upset enough about it to spend a while after complaining and not doing any below the surface investigation, until it was noticed that all of Nate's social media went dark other than the occasional repost, and the conspiracies had started. You'd all been able to brush it off, until the absolutely ridiculous notion that you had killed them had managed to sneak its way into the zeitgeist of leaktwt, who took their novice investigative journalism far too seriously, and people were starting to wonder how to report a missing person to the police if you didn't actually know the missing person, where they lived, or anything about them.
Nate then pieced together a post about long covid, a hospital visit, and a long recovery process where the quality of their voice would have to be excused. The next episode of Riptide went out a few days later, aptly titled "We Thought Our DM Died?!?" and officially quelled any speculation as the more normal half of the fandom enjoyed a giggle at the sake of others.
"Anyways," you continued your thoguhts from earlier. "It's been like, six months now. There's nothing that you could possibly be embarrassed about between the two of us at this point, not to mention the several year relationship beforehand. So come on, spill."
"Canyouputmeinyourmouth." The words tumbled out of their mouth in quick succession, and by the time you had paused long enough to determine where the spaces should have been, Nate was already taking it as stunned silence and rejection. "I'm sorry, I never should have asked I don't know why I - eek!!" His musings were cut off by being lifted up by the back of his jacket and dangled over your half open mouth.
Setting him back down in front of you softly, you took your opportunity to talk. "Are you done?" He nodded meekly. "Good. Now, is this just an experiment, or a sexual thing? Because I could see you getting embarassed about either, but for very different reasons."
Nate flushed. "Well it was just a little thing at first, I was just thinking about whether or not I could fit in your mouth, just for like, relative size reasosn of whatever, and then I remembered that you loved my tongue in your mouth when we kissed, and I started thinking about licking your mouth from the inside and what I could do in there and… yeah."
You couldn't help but smirk a little at his embarassment. "We've been learning how to have big and tiny sex for months now, and the one that throws you off is the asking to get in my mouth? You're too cute." You tapped him on the top of his head, before laying your palm flat on the desk. "I want you undressed when you're in there. Like I said earlier," your finger twitched as you gestured at him. "Eighty dollar outfit,"
"You have to be naked too then," he pouted at you. Rolling your eyes, you tugged off your shirt, and reached to shimmy down your pants as he carefully disposed of his own coverings.
"This isn't giving you a lot of power back, dear. Im still about a hundred times your size." You watched a chill run through him at the words,
"Be quiet."
"Whatever."
Once you were both sufficiently disrobed, you placed your hand back down on the desk, and they climbed in willingly. Despite your otherwise seemingly laseiz faire outlook on the whole situation, you took sex with your tiny boyfriend very seriously, and you pulled him up to eye level before popping him like a pill. "Hey." Your tone became serious. "You're in charge here, okay? Take your time. I won't talk because I don't want to bite through you-" another shudder "-okay calm down, freak. Anyways, you can talk to me all you want. I might like it more if you do, honestly, so I know what's coming."
Nate noded sagely, but his eyes were sparkling with excitement in a way that you hadn't seen in months. "Understood, boss. Can I get to your mouth now, please?" You grinned as you lowered your hand slightly to your grinning mouth.
Nate's tone changed, a hint of reverence sneaking in through a" very dulcet tone. "I'm going to touch you now." You'd felt his small hands against your skin before, obviously, even on your chin and cheeks, but now the intention seemed to run a current between the two of you, and you could feel tremors under your skin as his fingers grazed the skin under your bottom lip. "I want to touch your lips now." His hand traveled to the edges of your mouth, no doubt feeling pooled saliva on the m becuase jesus you were literally drooling for this already but he didn't seem to mind, trailing one finger across the surprisingly ticklish skin there. Your tongue darted out at the sensation, briefly pressing against ths skin of his hand, and instead of a gasp of surprise, what left Nate's mouth was a moan of arousal. "Fuck, okay. Open your mouth. Show me your teeth." You could have fainted.
His grip was more sure this time, pulling at all the crevices he could reach to expose the entirety of your teeth, and running his hands over the ridges in them, stopping at every chip and crack. "I've always liked your teeth," he mused. "I loved when you bit me. Hickeys were the bonus from you basically mauling me. Some of them are just so… " his hands reached your canines, and you felt your tooth sink into something, a pinprick sensation, but from the opposing side, as Nate dug his the flesh of his palm into the point of your tooth, chipped sharp from years of grinding, and what was practically only the echo of the metallic taste of blood trickled into your mouth. You couldn't see him, but you could only assume he was suckling the bloody flesh from the noises just under your nose. "Mmmf…" he groaned around his injury, before pulling it out of his mouth to speak more clearly. "You said you didn't want to bite through me, but I think I'd let you." All you could do was whimper. He reached back up into your mouth, standing on his tiptoes, and you couldn't quite tell what he was doing until his tongue met your gumline. Sensation flooded through you at the touch. You'd never considered your mouth a particularly sensitive part of your body, at least not outside of your tongue, but the sensation of hands and tongue trailing across your flesh was making you squirm.
Nate probably realized this from the shaking of your arm under him, and took pity on you. They3 hooked his arms over your lower incisors, knee pressing against your lip. "If it's alright with you, I think I'll climb inside now." His tone was causal as he drummed his fingers against the bone, tingles spreading through the sublingual cavity of your jaw as you struggled to find a way to communicate the enthusiastic yes swirling in your brain. Your ultimate choice was to close your teeth slightly, rolling his small body in between your incisors with all the pressure of a mother cat carrying its kitten. You could feel the vibrations of his laugh echo into your mouth, which almost sent you spiraling out of control, just managing to keep yourself together enough to release them back into your fingers, and relaxed your jaw so Nate could climb into your waiting maw.
