little one

Tea. Naps. Sunshine. Sass. Legally an adult.

[adurathelittle]

Storm in a teacup ☕️

Hi, it me, Adura! I’m a shy little thing who asks alotta questions, but I don’t always know what to say otherwise.

Biologically 30+, psychologically smallie most of the time, and I’m a lifestyle little. My Papa makes my world go ‘round, n I adore him beyond all reason.

I wanna be a good girl but I don’t always get it right, cause I’m just a little peanut n I’m still learning.

My main hobbies are collecting hobbies and organizing them. I love arts and crafts, fine arts, digital art….life is art, so I guess I love that too 🩷

I’m always trying to grow: up, as a person, as a submissive, as a kinky little girl. I love to explore.

Do you wanna be friends?

[wetheurban]

Non-sexual turn-ons: Reassurance. Intentionality. Kindness. Vulnerability. Consistency. Intelligence. Safe energy.

[adurathelittle]

And what do you want to be when you grow up, little girl?

Ideally, a force to be reckoned with

[adurathelittle]

Today’s mood 😇

[onelittlekingdom]

Too much: let me control you

Not enough: let me control you so I can tend to you and help you grow

[adurathelittle]

please wickr me @ anonboyx or kik me @ this.is.a.simulation i’m a young guy at 22 but taboos have legit fucked me so much i’m low key addicted, if you message me on either of those apps i’m more than happy to show you what i look like if you wanna continue to chat ❤️

No.

[adurathelittle]

Hi there! Can you send me a message? I can't start a chat I would love to talk to you

We already have an open chat and you have talked to me before.

[adurathelittle]

What's ur little age ms legally an adult?

0-5 in 2seconds flat

[adurathelittle]

duckie and daddy vs. maladaptive thought patterns

I am smart.

I am silly.

I am soft.

I am small.

I am squirrely.

I am anxious.

I am have CPTSD.

I am have ADHD.

My symptoms are severe.

I manage them with therapy, coping, and medication that on my own I forget to take.

Daddy makes sure I know I need to take them, as he sets alarms AND reminders for the times he can't tell me directly.

Just to be safe, he sets an additional reminder 30 minutes after I'm sposed to have had my dose.

When he is able to check in, the first thing he asks is if I remembered to take my meds.

Most days, I roll my eyes and say "yes, Daddy!" And it gets me the ever so coveted

"Good girl"

And we carry on with us.

But those days when I forget the reminders because I'm so caught up in the moment that i ignore don't see them until the tears-set-in and the panictakesover, reality shifts and I melt inside my head & it gets all WelcomeToTheFreakShow... when he asks "have you taken your meds?"

And I can't remember,

He patiently prompts me step by step, soothing murmurs speaking softly, coaching my companions into their safe spaces; quieting their urge to watch me burn, calming the need for battle.

Take your meds little duck, let me help you help yourself

Accepting apologies for being like this [again], while he dismisses the necessity, stating that I don't need to be sorry for existing.

Through short stories and redirection, yes he takes all the time in the world, helps me return to baseline. He sets up a new routine, teaches it to me, holds my hand and walks beside me while I learn about my world a little more.

The next time I forget, the response time is quicker. The demons are slower. They come out to play but they're easier to wrangle back.

Routine is enforced.

A longer while later, I forget again. The world starts to melt, the way crayons do when you heat them against a canvas; ribbons of lush wax dripping patiently in their place. My friendlies sit at attention, ready for action, but stay sitting pretty in their cages. A low growl is all i note, reminiscent of a thunderbird rumbling against the storm rolling in.

My advisors sleep and the storm moves on; more time passes before they wake again.

Daddy watches me grow, keeping me safe and sound, learning and growing with me.

One day, out of the blue

Baby, I need you.

It's okay, Daddy, I've got this. I know what to do.

[adurathelittle]

Little space actibities: I maked this all by myselfies 🩷

[mando-forgive-me]

I’m just craving low key kink activity lately. Hanging out in lingerie and a collar. Doing shibari just to chill on the couch. Getting lazily teased and played with and petted while watching a movie. Casual hair pulling and mild domination. Just put me on my knees and let me lean against you for a little while.

[little-panda-stitch]

Ways to make a little feel "extra little!"

Some ways for CG’s to make their little feel safe and less anxious; these make our hearts melt and make us feel loved and accepted!

- Calling us kiddo and other cute petnames - Diaper checks and hugs that are just sneaky diaper checks - Talking to us in third person (“Does somebody feel little?”, “I think somebody had an accident…”) - Playing with our plushies! Make them nuzzle and pounce us! - Making sure we have a paci and a stuffed animal before bed and telling us our plushie will keep us safe at night. - Noticing we dropped our paci or plushie during a nap and fixing it for us - A well timed hug after a diaper change - Inconspicuously making us feel little in public - Subtle reminders of why we are diapered - Telling us you are proud of us when we do something cute - Butt pats - Telling us we are too little for something - Telling us it’s “Time to get diapered for bed” and having us bring you the diaper bag/supplies - Kissing us goodnight - Reading us bedtime stories - Involving our plushies in storytime - Helping us cuddle our plushie - Raspberries on our tummy - Nose boops (during changes, when you tell us we are too little)

[fckedupdog-moved]

gentle spankings when they've had a long, hard day. when they come home, make sure they have a nice warm shower and something to eat and then get them into something comfortable, maybe shorts and one of your shirts. dry their hair and brush it out and then bring them to bed, laying them over your lap with a pillow to hug. play with their hair. run your hands over their waist and their back and their thighs. when they're ready, slip your hand under their shorts and spank them gently, just hard enough to get a little gasp out of them. massage the red mark where you hit them, pet them to calm them down, and hit them again. feel how soft their skin is, how comforting their weight is in your lap. hit them until they ask you to go harder. then you hit them hard enough that they yelp into the pillow. their skin will stay red between hits now, maybe it'll get a little warm too. soon they'll be whining and panting and flinching every time you hit them. they'll be telling you they're sorry even though you aren't spanking them as a punishment. tell them it's okay. if they start crying, let them cry into the pillow and stop hitting them. pet their hair, wipe their tears away. kiss their face. bring them to bed and hold them and tell them it's okay until they sigh and they're all better and they fall asleep in your arms

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Treating bdsm like a reward rather than a punishment really activates something in my brain. Edging you because you feel warm, fuzzy, and safe when you're drooling and needy. Roughing you up and throwing you around because the powerlessness makes you feel safe and secure. Cnc because it makes you feel loved and desired. Overstimulation because you deserve to cum extra hard, you've been so good. Humiliating you because it makes you feel adored and empowered. Breeding you because it makes you feel extra connected and appreciated. Keeping you denied because you love feeling feral and needy. Facefucking because being my perfect toy makes you feel so pretty. Stuffing you with toys because you feel so wonderful when you're full. Spanking you because the pretty bruises I leave on your body are a reminder that you're adored. Hurting you because I love you and you love to be hurt.

[angel-in-your-basement]

It is so mind-numbingly hot when a Dom tells you no. No, you can’t touch yourself. No, you aren’t allowed to cum. No, I’m not going to use your pathetic little hole. You get so fucking desperate when you feel that helpless, when you’re begging and pleading with them just for them to deny you. When they remind you that you’re only there for their enjoyment, and they’re more than happy to take your pleasure away on a whim. Because to them, you’re just a toy to play with and abuse. Nothing makes me needier. Nothing makes me want it more than being told I can’t have it.

[bass-alien]

I’m horny for emotional connection and mental stimulation tbh

[disgustinggf]