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me 'accidentally' dropping bits of food under the cupboard or fridge so the borrower in my walls has a tasty snack vs the borrower watching this happen repeatedly and going 'damn this guy's kinda a slob :/'

i read a fic where that happened but this old guy was just trying to keep the tiny alive and he died without ever meeting him.... fucked up and sad

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probably for the best i’m not a borrower. living in someone’s walls and they’re as loud as they want at all times. even when i’m overstimulated, they’re watching videos on their phone and crunching on chips and laughing and talking and stomping and they don’t even know i’m experiencing levels of mental anguish yet unheard of… and i don’t even have headphones. i don’t even have fucking headphones.

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i have like nonconsensual mirror pronouns. everyone assumes that whatever their deal is is also my deal. i do not understand why.

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At some boring party for nobles and I notice a cute tiny butler up on the tables. He’s just a liiiiittle too close to the edge, close enough that I can “accidentally” bump into it and hold my glass at juuuuust the right angle that he plops directly into it.

All the other human nobility takes notice. All eyes on him and he goes bright red-of course he does. And now he’s trapped, soaked, humiliated. Tiny servants were supposed to be quiet and unnoticeable, after all, and now he’s the source of entertainment for the entire party.

I drink from the glass anyways, everyone guffawing and laughing- and meanwhile the rest of the tiny servants in the room watch in fear as he slides down, pressed against my face by the force of gravity. What are they going to do? Risk punishment for interfering? He’s my toy now, in that moment. Completely and utterly at my mercy. All because he was a little too close to the edge of a table and I felt like fucking with him.

Letting him sit there, for a moment, his soaked clothes sticking to my skin. Not sure how to react that wouldn’t humiliate him further so he just lies flat, his heart beating out of his chest.

Eventually letting him go after we’ve had our laughs but now he’s on edge all the time. Any time he sees me walking towards him in the hall he gets behind another tiny nearby.

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trying to be just a little less obsessively insane about you but then i go back to scroll ur blog and ur nice and funny and cool and smart and hot and u make such good posts and such insanely well written porn and you say sweet things to me and i’m charmed by even the most mundane posts u make and just seeing ur icon makes me giddy... i’m incurable. to quote on of my fave cure songs “i’m smitten i’m bitten i’m hooked i’m cooked”

what ever. tiny pets r supposed to be obsessively insane about their owners it’s fiiiine i’m basically normal. thank u for letting me be ur toy ur so awesome ^_^

its just bc you're sooo naturally good at being a pet !! and bc im awesome

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This airs a little bit to the noncon side of things so. Cw Noncon just in case

The concept of undressing and redressing a tiny like a doll is soooooo chefs kiss to me

Feeling them struggle and squirm against your hands as you tug at their clothing. Even if they’re okay with it it’s hard not to instinctively try and struggle against the massive fucking fingers poking and prodding you. Peeling their clothes off layer by layer and feeling their body heat rise. The little squeaks they’d make when you get them down to their underwear…… 🤤

And then, you show them the dress before you even put it on them. So so so obviously revealing and skimpy and they try to back away out of embarrassment but “you promised to model this for me” shuts them up long enough to pull it over their head. Tying the corset in the back juuuust right enough to hear them squeak.

And THEN, while they’re standing there wearing the shortest skirt imaginable with a super low cut top basically covering nothing, flushed bright red with embarrassment, I grab them and dangle them by the ankle upside-down and take pictures because of course I do.

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was about to go to bed and decided to look at ur blog once more, just to reread ur response to an ask, wasn’t even gonna jerk off or anything. well. a few hours and orgasms later… um. teehee

oh well. worth it. thank u for everything i owe u my life. passing tf out now goodnighttt ur tha best 💕

just remember if ur sleepy you can always go to sleep and jack off tomorrow bc me and my porn will continue being here. heart.

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put me in ur mouth.

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being a toy in the sense of ‘sex toy’ where i’m used to physically stimulate a giant is nice and all but tbh i do prefer being a toy in the classic sense of ‘thing that provides entertainment’ a bit more… no sex required, if a giant is getting a kick out of playing with my little body i am horny about it

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living doll who comes to life in the back of a closet with finger joints and flexible facial features and strong limbs and it tries to rough it as a borrower for a bit but i capture it and as it slowly becomes more comfortable as a plaything its fingers stiffen and become stuck together and its features become painted and its limbs become soft and loose

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i want to be ur toy so bad it makes me look stupidddd

thats okay toys dont have to be smart

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i love to jerk off to ur stories and posts and asks and everything. u have so many hot ideas and fantasies. awesome awesome awesome stuff. thank u for posting here on tumblr dot com 🙏 ur sick as fuckkk

yaaaaay thank youuuuu kisses

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if you were a borrower and I found you and you were so scared but I was really nice and calmed you down and told you I was okay with you being here and I let you go would you beg me to take you in as a toy immediately or would you go home and slowly come to the realization that you were meant to be mine and dramatically present yourself to me in like the next day or so

stoppppp 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

id want to be your toy immediately, but i guess it depends on whether the crush i develop on you can outweigh my years of fear and the rules in borrower culture against trusting humans…

even if i managed to make it back home in the walls, i’d be thinking of you the whole way there, and you’d be the only thing on my mind as i lie in bed. knowing i have to go on a borrowing run the next day, thinking about running into you again, how kind u were the first time.

would you be that nice to me again? hold me in your hands, stroke my hair while whispering sweet things, bring me up to your face and gently kiss my little head, maybe pull up my shirt and kiss my belly, maybe…

god. as much as i try to fight it i can’t stop thinking about you. i want you to hold me and carefully undress me and play with me and use me and love me and take care of me and i want to be yours.

despite me knowing about you for longer, you’ve only met me once. you were surprisingly chill about me living here, and seemed sooo sweet but would you be weirded out by this? by me? if i showed myself again and begged you to let me be yours, would you be disgusted? would you laugh at me?

most humans would. but i can’t get myself to think that about you. the memory of our first meeting keeps running through my head, your kindness and reassurance in the face of my panic. even hours later, alone in the walls i get a rush just remembering it.

by the time i’ve resolved to present myself to you, my fears are drowned out by my overwhelming desire for you, but they’re definitely still there. my heart is pounding and my mind is racing and i’m threatening to break out into full blown hyperventilating panic. but the idea of you seeing me like this and comforting me again draws me forward.

making my way to where you are, a whole speech prepared in my head about how desperately i want to stay with you and you could keep me anywhere that’s convenient and i would be so good for you and do anything you told me and we could have sex but if you don’t want to it’s fine and i’m sorry if that’s weird but i just want to be yours so badly.

but when i manage to get your attention and your eyes fall on me, all i can manage is a shaky “can i please be your toy” while trying not to pass out. praying that you’ll say yes, or at least be nice about it, knowing that you could kill me at any second.

pleaseeeee say yes

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🥵🥵🥵🥵😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Listen.

Buzzed macro who normally is very docile and kind to their micro friend is now very very domineering and demanding and forceful and every time they get close to the micro the micro can smell the alcohol on the macros breath and and hhnghfngngj

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Hot new product: you can make it so that your body (whatever part of it is currently closest to the micro) its center of gravity. No more losing your micro as it falls down your pant leg or scampers across the floor! Instead, its attraction to you is verifiably quantified, it can make its way around your body much more easily, and you don't even need to be careful about securing it in place. It's never far away, AND you can make your dick the literal center of its world.

most reasonable way to keep a tiny trapped on your dick I’ve seen yet tbh

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re: tinies in historical settings. which classic painting or photo would be most enhanced by one of the subjects being tiny? personally I think that one photo of the construction guys eating lunch on a steel beam would be vastly enhanced if there was a little guy.

I’m not gonna lie I will only ever have interesting things to say about historical macro micro in the context of the Soviet Union