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Little Space: Ideas

Sometimes it’s rather hard to get into little space, but here are just some ideas! They are not meant to be directed towards one gender over another, nor are they everyone’s cup of tea!

Appearance!

You can change different aspects of your physical appearance to feel little.

Hair:

~Braid(s)
~Bun(s)
~Done by Dommy/Mommy/Daddy
~Fluffy
~Pig tails
~Pony tail

Tops:

~Any clothes belonging to Dommy/Mommy/Daddy
~Button down
~Cropped
~Graphic (with cartoons, quotes, photos, etc.)
~Daddy)
~Lace
~Pastel colored
~Printed
~Ruffles

Bottoms:

~Diaper
~Panties
~Pull up
~Shorts
~Skirt
~Tutu

Full body:

~Any clothes belonging to Dommy/~Mommy/Daddy
~Dress
~Leotard
~Onesie
~Overalls
~Romper

Accessories:

~Bells
~Bib
~Bows
~Blanket cape
~Charms
~Choker
~Collar
~Crown
~Clips (hair)
~Clips (paci)
~Glasses
~Glitter ;)
~Hats
~Pet gear (ears, tail, collar, leach, etc.)
Ribbons
~Socks (animal, fuzzy, knee high, lace, patterned, ruffled, striped, etc.)
~Tiara

Activities:

Here are active things to do to put or keep you in little space!

~Action figures
~App games (I will make a list of cute apps)
~Aquarium
~Bake (with supervision and or help)
~Bath (bubbles, color tablets, paint toys, etc.)
~Beads (bead animals, charms, jewelry, key chain, etc.)
~Blanket fort
~Build-a-Bear
~Cinema (movie theater)
~Coloring (general)
~Coloring books/pages
~Crafts
~Cuddling (blankets, Dommy, pets, pillows, stuffed animals)
~Dancing
~DIYs (any you want!)
~Drawing
~Dress up
~Dolls
~Finger painting
~Help with a meal
~House (playing as mommy, daddy, pet, etc.)
~Instruments (play or learn to play)
~Jewelry making (bracelets, neckless etc.)
~Mall
~Make believe
~Meals (chicken fingers/nuggets, dino nuggets, fries, Mac and cheese, anything else that makes you feel little)
~Movies (animated, Disney, ect.)
~Music (listen to, or create your own)
~Naps
~Oobleck
~Painting
~Pet play
~Picture books
~Pillow for
~Play-Doh
~Pretend
~Prince/Princess (pretending to be in a castle etc.)
~Put on a show (for Dommy/Mommy/Daddy, stuffies, toys)
~Rabb.it with Dommy/Mommy/Daddy, Little friend, friend (movie/tv/YouTube/video streaming)
~Reading (to someone else, stuffies, Dommy/Mommy/Daddy, or having some one read to you)
~Rolling on the floor (pretending to be a crumb)
~Singing
~Slime
~Snacks (candy, crackers, cupcake, fruit, fruit snacks, ice cream, goldfish, gummies, pie, Popsicle, sprinkles, yogurt, etc.)
~Speaking with Dommy/Mommy/Daddy
~Stories (Making up your own, reading some)
~Stuffies (cuddling, playing with, watching movies/tv with)
~Stickers
~Sticker books
~Sucking on paci
~Tea party
~Tie-dye
~Toy store
~Tv shows (Cartoon Network, cartoons, ~Disney Jr., PBS kids, Sprout, etc.)
~Video call with Dommy/Mommy/Daddy
~Video games
~Zoo

Ties and Turmoil - Jughead Jones Imagine

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Apologies for the lack of updates, I’m literally about to do my GCSE’s and school is hell :))) But thank you so much for reading and for 500 followers x

The whole atmosphere in the town was melancholy. It was a gloomy day for a gloomy cause. The memorial of Jason Blossom. Almost all of Riverdale had been invited, the reason being the Blossom’s were trying to single out who had killed their son. The memorial an excuse to do so. It was something no one really wanted to go to, but yet, everyone felt obliged.

Jughead paced around (Y/N)’s room, hands in his pockets as the lack of comfort of the suit urged forwards. He sighed, staring at his shoes as he waited for (Y/N) to come out the bathroom. A small ‘click’ of the lock caused Jughead to quickly glance up, and though the matter was depressing and sad, Jughead was taken aback by the beauty radiating from (Y/N). Jughead cleared his throat, looking back down at his shoes.

“You uhh… You look beautiful.” He mumbled, a light pink dusting his cheeks. (Y/N) smiled brightly, looking down at what they were wearing.

“Thanks, considering we are going to a memorial, however, I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” They joked, trying to lighten the dull mood. Jughead smirked slightly, looking up to meet their (E/C) eyes.

“True, but I’d just take it as a compliment.” He backfired, making (Y/N) laugh. (Y/N) eyed Jughead up, looking at him in a suit, something they had never seen in their life.

“You brush up quite nicely yourself, Jughead. I don’t think I’ve ever had the honour of witnessing you in a suit.” They grinned, walking up to him, and toying with his undone tie. “You still don’t know how to tie a tie?” They teased, causing Jughead to smile lightly. Whilst they began to tie up Jughead’s tie, he took the time to analyse their face. Noticing small details he hadn’t noticed before.

“If I had, I wouldn’t get to have you do it for me.” Jughead murmured quietly, grabbing their hand once they were done. Smiling up at him, (Y/N) reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Well you’re lucky I do it willingly.” They smirked once more, going to pull away, however, Jughead swiftly pulled them back, wrapping his arms around their waist.

“Do we have to go? We could always just, stay here?” Jughead suggested, leaning into (Y/N)’s touch as they caressed his cheek. Though (Y/N) smiled lightly, they frowned too.

“As appealing as that sounds, babe, not going, would weigh us both down with guilt. I mean, Cheryl, as much of a bitch she is, needs support. Because she sure as heck isn’t getting any from her parents.” (Y/N) grumbled, looking down. Jughead noticed their turmoil, and gently cupped their chin, (Y/N) closed their eyes at the contact.

Jughead leant forward, resting his forehead against (Y/N)’s, and kissed the tip of their nose lightly. “Okay, fair point.” He whispered. “But I need you to help me out with something.” This caused (Y/N) to open their eyes, looking up into his gorgeous grey.

“Am I going to like this?” They questioned, pulling back slightly. Jughead sighed, looking around the room.

“No, but this is really important, you always help with the murder board, and this is something that’s going to benefit that.” (Y/N) thought for a moment, before deciding, whatever it is, may as well be worth a try.

“Okay, but nothing illegal.” They jokingly warned, but Jughead knew there was some seriousness behind their tone. Jughead embraced (Y/N) tightly, their head resting in the crook of his neck.

“No promises.” He whispered, causing a chuckle to escape (Y/N)’s throat.

“Come on, we have a memorial to go to.” They smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the door.

Uninterrupted (1/1)

Summary: What would have happened if Snow hadn’t burst into Emma and Killian’s house with wedding plans? Unashamed and un-beta’d smut that’s what.

special shout out to @caprelloidea for screaming about that scene with me and leading me to this idea. and to @hellowherearemypeople who pointed out the robe.

Emma flipped the (slightly overdone) pancakes onto a plate, hoping to surprise Killian with breakfast in bed after a long night of celebratory engagement sex. Her surprise was ruined when she felt him press himself against her back, his breath hot on her neck and sending shivers down her spine.

“Something smells delicious,” he whispered, his lips gently brushing against the shell of her ear.

“It’s just from a box,” she smiled and bit her lip, she could feel his erection pressing up against her backside. She would have been surprised at his stamina had she not already experienced a long night of near marathon love making and fucking the night before.

“I’m not talking about the pancakes,” he growled before she turned and properly kissed him. Her hand rested itself on his cheek and the other pulled him even closer. Hungry moans escaped her lips as she came up for air before being swallowed again by Killian’s lips. And it struck her just then how domestic the whole scene was and just how happy it made her.

She pulled back and looked up at him, her fiance who had crossed realms to find her just as she did for him, who loved her with every inch of his soul, body, and mind, and she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hands up his chest. It was real, he was real and they were getting married, something she had never thought she would do.

“What?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face.

“I’m just… happy,” she shrugged. “Sometimes it still surprises me.”

“Aye love. Me too,” he said before leaning down to kiss her again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers threading themselves through the hair at the nape of his neck. They pulled each other close so Emma could feel every inch of his body through her thick robe.

“To hell with pancakes,” she moaned against his lips, walking them back until Killian hit the kitchen table. Emma wasn’t concerned about making it to the bedroom and it didn’t seem like he was either as he palmed at her ass and ground against her.

“Swan is this my robe you’re wearing?” he asked, his hand now toying with the tie at her waist.

“Yes,” she smiled and cocked her eyebrow at him.

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Sex with Vernon…

• I love this dude.

• So since he is pretty young, even the slightest sexual things would turn him on.

• So getting him on the mood won’t be that hard.

• LOVES when you sit on his lap.

• Especially when you tease him in that position.

• Is a Dom, but will let you experiment just for fun.

• Acts like a horny little shit 24/7

• Will kiss you acting all innocent and shit but start grinding against you 5 seconds later.

• On the actual act tho is pretty serious

• Won’t turn down a good blowjob.

• Doesn’t use toys, but will tie you up with the nearest shirt or belt if needed.

• Is vocal af but tries his best to keep quite.

• Might look inexperienced but know how to eat a girl out.

• I’m telling you rapper tongues are no joke

• Quickies happen often since you rarely have any time and personal space.

• Sex with most of the clothes on.

• Likes to fuck you from behind during quickies since it gets you both off quickly.

• If the guys are on the other room always has his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet.

you keep getting cought tho

• Passionate kisses when he is going fast and rough.

• Pulls your hair alot.

• Intese eye contacts.

• Hickeys.

• Tries his best to let you cum first.

• Never lets your clit feel left out.

• Messy as shit while cumming.

• Pull out game is strong but it gets everywhere.

• Is the fucking worst at aftercare.

• Will lay down and won’t move for shit.

• You will have to go clean yourself alone and by the time you get back he is passed out on the bed.

Originally posted by soniathearmycarat

Day off activities - Tom Holland Imagine

Words: 3,027 whoOPS. Warning: Smut, swearing. Tom Holland x Reader.

A/N: Look, this might be really bad, but I’m trying. So here’s a little smut to get you through the day.

Masterlist

The dappled sunlight danced through the open window and onto your sleeping body. The warmth of the sunlight hitting your skin was enough to wake you up. As the golden light kissed your bare arms, you rolled over to fully embrace the morning sunshine.

You balled your hands into fists as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, adjusting to the sleepy consciousness.

Another morning waking up in paradise, and there really wasn’t much that you could complain about, other than waking up alone that is.

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Ardent Love (M)

Summary: It is that time of the year when your husband disappears behind his office doors, stacks of papers piled high on his desk, and fails to return home until the wee hours of the morning-if he returns at all. As the days pass by and his side of the bed grows colder, you decide that if he is too busy to come home, you’ll just have to go to him. 
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut, romance || Husband/CEO! Yoongi
Word Count: 3,900+
Warnings: office (desk) sex, riding, oral, etc.
For Prompt #2: “Shh, let’s just see how quiet you can be” which was requested by @baepsaewhalien and an anon|| This was meant to just be a drabble…
Other Drabbles

Originally posted by my-eccentric-mind

The door falls shut with a gentle clink, the noise resounding in the small office space and you blink back the nerves and excitement as Yoongi peers up at you from where he is seated behind his large, oak desk, glasses falling gradually down the bridge of his nose. He says nothing at your presence, simply cocks a brow in muted amusement and motions for you to take a seat on the leather couch that is nestled in the small corner of his work space. You follow his instructions silently, heels clicking along the tiled floor as you move over to take a spot on the plush cushions, hands coming to rest on your lap. There is a familiar itch that comes with these meetings, a pleasant buzz of eagerness that lingers just below the surface of your limbs.

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Ride

Pairing:  Thomas Jefferson x reader
Word Count: 1,869ish
T/W: Smut! 
A/N: For Squishy Anon’s request: “Jealous!TJeff!!! Like their at one of GWash’s parties and someone (Alex or Arron) flirts with her and he’s like “OH HELL NAW!” and drags them out to the car where they, you know *wink wonk*.. car sex" I LIVE FOR THIS! (May or may not have been listening to “work work” by clipping.)


“Do I have to go to this?” you pouted, dragging your feet, heels in hand. 

“Yes,” Thomas walked over to you, wrapping you in a hug, but you just groaned, “I know, how dare I let you get all dolled up and take you out.”

“This is not ‘taking me out,’ mister,” you pulled back poking his chest, “this is, you forcing me to attend a business party because you’ll be bored without me.”

He laughed a little at how frustrated you were with having to go, “Oh yeah, that’s definitely what this is, not me wanting my wife to attend my bosses party where people will see me with you. You’re right…I’ll just be bored.” 

“Mhmm, that’s what I thought,” quirking an eyebrow, you turned around.

“You look beautiful, Darlin’,” he used that accent, sliding his hands in his dress pants pockets. 

You dropped your heels. Walking back to him, you toyed with his tie a little, “Are you sure you can’t miss this one? I can think of something better to do tonight.”

You pushed your hips against his and gave him your best bedroom eyes, biting your lip and running your hands down his chest. 

“Hmm, nice try,” he kissed your forehead, “but we’re going.”

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Know your Character: Car

It helps to know everything possible about your Character. Everyone’s car is different, but it says a lot about a person without “telling” the audience.

  • What kind of car is it- make, model, year, color, condition
  • How messy is it- always messy, never messy, only in the back seats, only in the front seats, do they have a trash bag and never use it
  • Do they have preparations- a spare, tools, blankets, pillow, clothes, extra sunglasses, extra chargers, maps
  • What mementos have passengers left behind- grandma’s blanket when it was her car, a lucky penny, a kid’s meal toy, a tie left behind from a date
  • How often do they have passengers
  • What are the “house rules”- no fast food, riders pay for gas, driver picks the music

Just some things to think about to describe your Character (main or secondary) by showing the reader instead of telling them.