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Mia’s libido had been in overdrive, at least, most days. Some were worse than others, where it was hard to focus on anything other than the wetness and ache between her legs. Today was like that, and Noah wasn’t there which simply left her frustrated. She tried to take care of herself, but once the sensation got intense, she couldn’t seem to push past it. The bad thing was that it left her more frustrated. Taking a shower in an effort to cool her skin helped a bit, but even that didn’t do much for her. Texting Noah, she knew he’d be home soon, deciding actions were louder than words. Maybe she wouldn’t blush like crazy. Since he’s reacted so well to the lingerie before, she’d asked Ella to help her get a little more. Her friend knew far more than she did about these things. Picking one out, she put it on, glad she’d gotten the looser size. Her bump was still pretty small, but it made the lingerie fit her better. Normally, her mind would be occupied with fussing over the outfit, if he’d like it, but her sex drive kept her distracted. All she could think about was him. Taking out her collar, she slipped it around her neck, making sure the word Princess lined up correctly, and then she got out his belt, and laid it on the bed. Remembering the toys from before, she pulled out that box, and set it aside, in case he might want it - and maybe in part, hoping he wouldn’t over-focus on the belt. She could still remember the sensations it caused last time, and as confusing as that was for her, she wanted it again. Hearing the door, she fixed her hair quickly before moving to sit on the bed, one leg crossed over the other.

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Overheated {Noah&Eloise}

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Eloise knew her heat was growing closer. She was clingy, constantly curling up against Noah. Which wasn't much different than usual, but this time it was like she needed to be close, needed to be pressed against him. She was sleeping more too, storing up her energy. But she thought she still had a day or two. She'd been wrong.

El was trying. She was trying to show Noah that she was back for good, that she wanted to be in this relationship and she wasn't going to run off again. That meant she was showing more interest in his fights. While she didn't necessarily like them, because she hated seeing him be hurt, she was going to the fight tonight to be there for him. She'd dressed in her usual, a pretty casual dress with her favorite boots and a jacket to keep her warm. Before they'd even left home, she'd been sticking close to Noah, feeling uneasy. Knowing how he was before a big fight, she did her best to stay back, not wanting to irritate him.

Waiting for it to begin, El could feel her skin warming, her stomach tightening, a need stirring up within her. She shifted, swallowing hard. If it could just hold off a bit longer, they could go home together. She didn't want to leave without Noah. She wanted to stay and support him. Ignoring all the warning signs. By the time she was pressing her thighs together, feeling the wetness soaking up her sex, she didn't think she could make it home along. Noah's fight was next. Whimpering, she glanced around, trying to think of a plan. Her mind was foggy, thinking of nothing but Noah, needing him, craving him. Spotting someone she knew, she asked them to find Noah and let the man know she was over heated and might be headed home soon. She just hopped her boyfriend remembered what the phrase meant. She struggled to get to the bathroom and lock the main door, she couldn't chance someone coming in. Sliding down to the floor, she panted softly, thighs pressing together as she shivered. Her hands roamed over her arms, eyes closing. Noah. She needed Noah.

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She had been asked-no not asked, told by her boyfriend never to seek him out at his work. But this time she needed to see what he always ran off to and why he never wanted her to come. She knew that he was a fighter but she didn’t care. She wanted to see him, plus she had some news for him that she didn’t think was right to tell him over phone or over text. So now she sat there, on the bleachers looking out into the ring, watching slightly in horror as her boyfriend stepped inside to fight his match. Part of her didn’t want to watch, but then why did she come in the first place. She just hoped he didn’t notice her before he started to fight his opponent. 

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Happy Anniversary

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It was so rare for the tiny girl to wake up first, but she’d planned it to ensure she did exactly that, keeping her phone close as an alarm, on vibrate so it wouldn’t wake him up. Slipping out of bed, she freshened up, tiptoeing into the kitchen. Mia took her time preparing a nice breakfast with coffee and orange juice, pancakes, eggs, bacon, and english muffins. Putting everything on the tray with butter and syrup, she moved as gently as she was able. Taking one tray, setting it on the floor, then the other tray - so they could eat together. “Daddy,” she murmured softly, “wake up, Daddy, happy anniversary,” a bright smile formed across her features, waiting for him to open his eyes and see the food. “I made us breakfast in bed,” she announced like it wasn’t obvious. Only once he seemed to wake did she move around to carefully set the tray on the bed, making sure the legs were steady before releasing it. “I brought in a tray for me too cause I knew you’d wanna eat together,” she moved back to her side of the bed, picking up the tray, carefully setting it down on her spot before moving to climb carefully on the bed, doing her best not to spill. “Did I surprise you?”

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Mia hadn’t been feeling well the past week. For the first few days, she was able to hide it from Noah since she would get sick early afternoon. By the time he was home, she felt better. She figured it was a little stomach bug, she’d be fine soon. But it kept up, and was less predictable with her running to the bathroom early in the morning or, sometimes, at night. Last night, she’d woken up in the middle of the night, trying not to wake him with it. It left her feeling tired, drained. She felt like she was going to the bathroom constantly, either to pee or to throw up, and she was so nauseous. The only thing she seemed ok having was ginger ale. Despite it, though, she felt bloated, her clothing too tight to be comfortable and her stomach hurting a bit. She should have known, but with everything they’d gone through, it didn’t dawn on her that it was even possible so soon after losing their baby. When Noah noticed it, she knew what he’d say. Mia protested the idea, but she also knew he wasn’t so much asking her as telling her, certain he’d call and make the appointment even if she complained. After all she’d been through with Visal, she had to have a regular doctor keep tabs on her for a few months so there was someone she knew and trusted. Her therapist had recommended her, even helped by talking to the doctor first so she knew how to handle Mia without freaking her out. The girl was insistent that they only see Dr. Shay.

Reclining the passenger seat a little, she held the ginger ale in her hand, taking tiny sips from it. A little whine escaped, “I don’t wanna go. Let’s go home. I’m - I’m fine, I can just curl up in the fort. It’s probably like a flu. I just need to rest and it’ll go away,” she assured, though she doubted he’d be so easily swayed. “Please, Daddy. I don’t wanna go. I’m tired,” she sighed softly, her voice low, the words dragging a bit thanks to her feeling so fatigued.

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It was like there was no air left in Ella’s lungs. The restaurant was closing. She barely heard the man as he led her to the door. The small girl sat outside for awhile, her teddy bear, Milo, on her lap, nuzzling her face against him. She was scared, so scared. All she had was $200 that he’d slipped into her purse. If she weren’t quite so naive, she’d feel a little like a cheap hooker, but her mind hadn’t gone there, hadn’t really the capacity to go there. “What do I do? What do I do?” she mumbled to herself, to Milo who, at this point, she really wished would answer her. He didn’t, of course. The first thing was that she had to stay awake cause falling asleep out here - even she understood that was bad. 

The bright lights flickered, catching her eye as she stood to walk. Her heart hammered, eyes scanning the busy street. It was getting late. Shivering, the light jacket she had which matched the dress wasn’t quite enough for being outside. “I’m so dumb,” she chastised herself for thinking the man, a man who purchased her, could actually care about her. Maybe she was better off going back to the one before him, beg him to take her in again. She had no idea how to find him, find anyone, really.

Entering the diner, the small girl was trembling, shuffling to the nearest small booth and slipping into it. Mia spotted her, head tilting slightly, trying not to be too excited as she noticed the teddy bear. Maybe it was for a little sister or cousin or ... no, the girl clutched it the way she clutched monkey. It was hers. Mia knew it. Coming over to her, “Can I get you anything?” Mia asked, gently easing a menu in front of her. Ella squirmed a bit before slowly lifting her head to see the girl, someone even tinier than her. There was some sort of comfort to that. “J-Just coffee, um, if that’s ok,” she half said, half asked. Mia nodded, “it’s ok.” Going back, she got the coffee for the girl, grabbing a piece of apple pie with ice cream on top. She brought it back, “you looked like you could use this. Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” she remembered hearing Layla say that though she also knew it meant she would pay for it which she didn’t mind. The girl looked sad. 

After some time passed, Ella hadn’t left. It was late, meaning the place was slowed to a crawl. Slipping into the booth, she started to ask about the teddy bear which opened Ella up. Mia told her all about monkey, the pair speaking quietly as they both had enough understanding to realize others didn’t get it. It was a quick bond with Ella explaining her situation, asking if Mia knew what to do. Of course, the tiny red head nodded, “Yeah - we’ll ask my Daddy,” she whispered to her. “I bet he’d let you stay over tonight. I have a fort. And movies. I bet we have ice cream,” she grinned. Ella couldn’t help but smile back, “Really? It sounds nice!” Mia nodded, “he should be here soon. He doesn’t like me walking home alone this late.” 

Not too much after that, Mia’s head lifted as she saw his car pull up, a giddy smile on her lips when he walked into the diner, waving him over, “Noah!” she called, waiting until he was close, “Can my friend, Ella, sleep over tonight? She has nowhere to go. Please, Daddy?” she whispered, looking up at him with big eyes.

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Daddy Kink — From The Little’s POV; Sentence Starters. | ACCEPTING.

                     *&& || A hand had lifted, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as her words filled his ears. At this point, he was sure she’d stomp her tiny foot at any moment just to make her case valid in some way. Like the little stomp would make her five feet taller. ❝Not listening isn’t being good, Mia. You can’t not listen and expect nothing to happen due to it.❞ The male’s voice drew out once his hand dropped, only for both of his hands to shove into the pockets of his jeans. It was some way of calming his racing mind as her voice broke out once more, causing a single brow to raise and for his head to shake. ❝And I don’t like when you don’t listen.❞ He offered back, voice far too calm considering the situation.

Mia was well aware she was in hot water. And yet, she was pushing. It wasn’t a wise move, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself, huffing at him. “Duh,”  she tossed back, arms crossing over her chest, “I said I don’t wanna be good always. It’s boring, makes me boring. I was just trying to make the pretty drinks. It’s not a big deal though I couldn’t get it to taste like they did the night at the bar,” she insisted. “And then you weren’t home and I thought it’d be fun to see Layla and I thought I could find her place from here and it isn’t that far. I was gonna call you after the swings, geez,” she rubbed her head a little. The hangover was mostly gone, just a slight headache lingering. Moving to the couch, she dropped down on it, “I don’t want a punishment. I want to watch TV, Daddy,” she grabbed the remote, pressing the on button, starting to flip through the channels

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Emma looked up at Brice, the words replaying in her mind. You boyfriend said you were up for this, that you’d be a good girl for me. Was he wrong? She was naked, wrists bound to the bed as Brice thrust into her harshly, not caring about her pleasure. In some ways, she didn’t mind that - her pleasure was Alas’, and if he wanted her to climax, he’d have told Brice it was ok. All she wanted was to be a good girl, and if that meant Alas sharing her with others, she’d accept it even if she didn’t like the situation. If he were there, she probably wouldn’t mind nearly as much, knowing she could look at him, make sure she was doing what he wanted, but he wasn’t. When Brice was finished, he got up, started getting dressed, paying her no mind. There wasn’t much she could do with her hands still bound, lying there, waiting for him to release her. The door pressed open, brows furrowed with clear confusion when Alasdair walked in, and Brice just froze like someone caught doing something wrong. Tugging her restraints, she tried to sign, to ask what was wrong, but couldn’t properly communicate without her hands freed.