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janesaridoll · 9 months

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Birthday princess

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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The Ache

Summary: You decide to tease Andy on FaceTime during your evening bubble bath.

Warnings: Smut, Needy Andrew Barber, Bubbles, Cursing, Light Masturbation, Phone Sex, Oral Sex (fem receiving), Thigh Slapping, Minors DNI

A/N: Request courtesy of an anonymous reader. Hope it's okay. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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You slowly sink into the tub with a sigh, reveling in the feel of the warm water as it envelops your tired body. After a long day of juggling presentation after presentation for your increasingly organized boss. If you were being honest, it was starting to become a real concern. Especially now that it was affecting your ability to see your man.

To be fair, it had only been two days since you’d seen each other last. And you certainly talked every night.

But there was just something about that damned Andrew Barber. He’d managed to get under your skin in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Frankly, you could spend hours doing a deep dive trying to examine the hows and whys of it all. Or you could just accept it for how it was. You’d gone and fallen hard for the man.

And it had all happened without your fucking permission.

A smile forms on your lips, something that always happens when you think about your Andy Bear. On a whim, you reach for your phone sitting next to your wine so that you can reread the texts you two had exchanged earlier in the day. You scroll through messages, chuckling at the photo he’d sent of him supposedly languishing away at his desk with the caption “thinking of you” written underneath.

You’d been in the middle of working on updating your media calendar when his text had come through, so you hadn’t had time to respond. But now that you’re alone and buzzing from your last glass of wine…

You open the camera app and flip the screen so that you can snap a picture of your knees peeking out from beneath the bubbles. You allow your thumb to hover over the button for a fraction of a second before finally hitting send, only to follow it up with the words: thinking of you too.

And then you wait, biding your time as you take a sip of your drink. You hadn’t really done much sexting in the past, having always preferred to play it safe. But you also felt like you could trust Andy with this part of you.

Besides, it was just your knees along with a hint of thigh. Not exactly material for revenge porn, you know?

You jump when your phone begins vibrating in your hand. Of course it’s Andy…and he apparently wants to FaceTime. Oh God! Squealing softly, you briefly debate whether or not you should answer even as you swipe accept.

“Hey, baby girl.” Andy purrs. “I was just thinking about you.”

Just to recap, you were currently sitting naked in the tub, mid-bubble bath, on a FaceTime call with your boyfriend. No big deal, right? Not really. Except that you had never done anything like this before. And certainly not with him!

“Why you got me facing the ceiling? I’d much rather be looking at you, gorgeous. Especially after you sent me such a pretty picture.”

“Hi, honey.” You whisper. Sitting up a little straighter, you adjust the angle of your phone so that he’s looking at your face instead.

“There you are.” He smiles and takes a sip of his beer.

“Yep…here I am.” This whole situation has you understandably nervous, and more than a little turned on. You felt so…naughty like this; talking to your man while enjoying a deliciously warm bubble bath. “What are you up to?” Your free hand snakes out to grab your glass of merlot.

“I think a better question is…what are you up to?” Andy winks at you then, catching his bottom lip between his perfect teeth as he leans into the camera. Almost as if he’s trying to get a better view of you in all of your sudsy glory.

“Mm…just relaxing with the help of some wine and a little music...”

“And a nice, hot bubble bath, huh?” Your man eagerly finishes for you. “Can’t go and leave out the best part.”

Ooh, here we go. You think as a delicate blush creeps its way across your cheeks.

“Mmhm. Gotta do something to relieve all this tension.” You playfully crinkle your nose as the words come tumbling past your lips. “Especially since someone isn’t around to take care of it for me.”

“Now that’s just – ugh! Baby, you’re not even playing fair.” He grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his chiseled jaw. “Let me see you.”

“I’m right here.” Instead of complying, you toss him a little wave. Paying special attention to the way his eyes darken as he watches the water drip from your fingers.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” Feeling bashful, you look away from the screen. And then you flip it, gifting him with a glimpse of your newly polished toes. “How’s that? You like the color?”

“Love it. Now let me see the rest of you.” Andy growls low in his throat, his voice pitched to arouse.

“I think you’ve seen enough, Andrew. Now, tell me about your day.” You try to sound serious, but it’s hard when he’s looking at you like…well, like that.

Like he’s going to spontaneously combust any second if you don’t give him what he wants.

“It just got a hundred times better five minutes ago.” You roll your eyes, silently letting him know that that was so not what you meant.

“Fine.” He grunts, looking every bit as impatient as he sounds. “I drank too much coffee this morning. The chili dog I had for lunch gave me heartburn. And now my dick is hard as diamond watching you splash around in the tub like a fucking mermaid, while I'm stuck here on my couch halfway across town.” He takes a deep pull from the bottle in his hand. “That descriptive enough for you, sweetness?”

“Not bad.” You offer up a delicate shrug. “I give it a solid seven out of ten.”

“C’mon…” Andy groans, dragging his long fingers through his already tousled brown locks. “Swear you’ve got me dying over here. Lemme see you.”

Heaving a playful sigh, you finally decide to give him what he wants. Not much, mind you. Just a little somethin’ to tide him over until you saw each other next. Which would hopefully be tomorrow.

You angle the camera down, allowing him a brief glimpse of your bare breasts. Giggling, you lightly splash the water onto your chest, loving the strangled moan that rumbles from somewhere deep in his throat.

“Like what you see, Big Man?” You purr as you slowly slide your wet fingers down your body, past your navel, and into the water below. A whimper escapes as you stroke between your folds, gently parting your lips to caress the swollen bundle of nerves currently begging for your attention.

“That’s right, baby.” Your boyfriend rasps as he leans in for an even better view. “Touch yourself for me. Pretend it's me playing with that sweet pussy.”

“But you’re n-not.” You tell him as your hips begin to rock, sending water sluicing this way and that. “Doesn’t feel as good as - as…” Your words trail off as you swirl the soft pads of your fingers over your needy clit, trying your best to soothe the growing ache. “Ooh…”

“I know, baby. I know. But don’t stop…” Off screen, you hear the distinct click of a belt buckle, followed by the quiet undoing of a zipper. “Not yet.”

Biting your lip, you give him a small shake of your head before removing your fingers and sucking them into your mouth. “Mmm…so good.” You tell him, noting the way Andy’s blue eyes simmer with desire and a hint of jealousy.

“You taste divine, baby. But I don’t recall giving you permission to stop yet.” Comes Andy’s husky growl, his tone filled with unbridled need.

“But I’m done. And the water’s getting cold so…” You raise a hand to toy with the messy bun adorning the top of your head, lightly twirling the kinky curly strands. “Guess it’s time to say goodnight.”

“Now hang on a sec, sweet girl –” Andy pleads.

“Sweet Dreams, Andrew.” You tell him with a saucy wink. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare –” You end the call before he can finish before setting aside to finish your bath. After reheating the water, you take your time to exfoliate using your favorite body scrub, all the while still grinning like a fiend.

You knew that you shouldn’t have teased your poor Andy Bear like that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel too bad. You’d be sure to make it all better whenever you saw him next. Which would hopefully be sooner rather than later.

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Two hours later…

“Fuck!” You hiss before rolling over and punching your pillow for what had to be the umpteenth time. You’d been tossing and turning for easily over an hour, but try as you might you just could not fall asleep. “Hate this shit.” Frustrated, you flop onto your back and stare at ceiling.

Yeah, you’d tried to make some magic happen after you’d finished getting ready for bed, but you just couldn’t seem to get yourself there. But it certainly hadn't been for lack of trying. And then when you’d gone to bust out the big guns, your favorite vibrator had decided to die on you approximately thirty seconds after turning it on.

You had even briefly entertained the idea of calling Andy again. Deep down, you knew he would take pity on you, even after your little stunt back there in the bath.

But he would definitely make you work for it.

Of course he had tried to call you again after you’d hung up on him – twice, actually. And while you hadn’t answered, you may or may not have shot him another picture of yourself wearing a bikini top made out of bubbles.

All you’d received in return was a simple text calling you a little fucking brat.

So, you’d messaged him another photo. This time of you blowing him a kiss. Which also happened to consist of bubbles. Had to keep with the theme, you know?

If you were being honest, and you were, you’d brought this on yourself. And now you were being made to suffer. Meanwhile, your sweet Andy Bear was probably at home fast asleep dreaming of...

Your thoughts are interrupted by what sounds like a knock at your front door. Sitting up, you spare a glance at the clock, revealing that it was well after 1:00am. Who the fuck could that be at this hour?

You hear the knock again as you climb out of bed and scamper into the hall, hurriedly throwing on your silk robe as you go. Rising on your tiptoes, you go to peek out the peephole. Only to be surprised when you see your boyfriend standing on the other side.

“C’mon, baby girl.” Andy mutters to himself as he prepares to knock once more. “Open up already.” Confused, you make quick work of undoing the locks before wrenching open the door.

“Andrew…it’s the middle of the night.” You breathe, drinking in every inch of his sexily rumbled form. “Is – is everything okay?”

“No.” He grunts, his tone gruff as he rakes both hands through his hair. “Couldn’t fucking sleep.”

Andy pushes his way inside your apartment, forcing you to take several steps back. “Every time I closed my eyes, I had this fucking vision of you all wet and covered in those damned bubbles.” He kicks the door shut before reaching behind him to click the lock into place.

Appearing every inch the predator, Andy slowly advances on you, backing you into a nearby wall. “Kept fuckin’ teasing me. Couldn’t get you outta my head.” He pins you against the cool surface, holding you hostage as his brawny arms come to rest on either side of your head.

“Look what you did to me, baby…” His head dips as his mouth crashes down on yours, making you whimper. His tongue sweeps past your lips as he buries his big hands in your hair, his fingers deftly massaging your scalp before removing the tie and freeing the wild strands.

“Oh God...” You moan into the kiss, arching your back as he dominates your body with each demanding flick of his tongue, each sinful nip of his sharp teeth. “Andy, I – fuck!”

He picks you up by your ass, walking you further down the hall and into your living room. Hot, wet kisses rain their way down your throat as he begins to fight with your clothes – tearing off your robe and casting it to the side. It catches the edge of a lamp, sending it crashing to the floor.

Not that you care. Your man’s got you so wound up that you barely even flinch at the sound of it shattering into pieces.

“I’ll buy you another one.” Andy growls as you both tumble on the couch in a flurry of tangled limbs.

“Who gives a fuck?” You hiss, tugging at the lobe of his ear with your teeth as you go to remove your cami, accidentally hitting him in the face with it.

“I need you, baby girl.” He rasps against your throat, sucking on the tender flesh. “So bad that I fuckin’ ache.” He presses your hand to the impressive outline of his cock. You squeeze him through the thin fabric of his sweats, loving the thick feel of him as he grinds against your palm. And then he pulls away, eliciting a small whine from you.

Standing, he seductively peels the shirt from his body. Your mouth waters as the glow of the moonlight washes over him, drawing your attention to his taut, defined abs.

“Need you to fix it, baby.” Andy purrs after he kicks his pants aside. His head tips back as he fists a hand around his girth, slowly pumping up and down. “Fix me.” Groaning, he increases the speed of his strokes.

His lust-filled eyes find yours, watching your fingers as they skim beneath your cotton boyshorts to play with your pulsing clit. “Please?” He murmurs, his soft plea filling the room as he towers over you – his hard cock level with your hungry gaze.

“Yes, Andy.” You nod, swallowing thickly. “I - I’ll fix it.” He sinks to his knees in front of you, his slightly calloused palms coming to rest on your thighs. “However you need me to."

“Thank you, sweet girl. Thank you.” Your man presses an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin just behind your knee. “Always so good to me.” He settles in, draping your leg over his shoulder.

“What are you –?” You gasp, your small hands gripping his head as his luscious mouth descends towards your pussy. Pulling your panties to the side, he buries his face between your thighs, nuzzling the sensitive nub with his nose.

“Oh yeah.” He growls as he does it again before gently lashing at your bud with his eager tongue. “Can feel myself getting better already.”

“I thought you wanted me to – to…ungh!” You cry out when he smacks your hip. Once. Twice. You knew without a doubt that you were going to be covered in his marks by the night’s end.

“You promised to help me however I needed.” Andy hums as he continues to feast on your most intimate flesh, his beard scraping against your inner thigh. “So shut up and take it.” His tone comes out gruff, even though he’s clearly reveling in every sweet, breathy moan and whine that leaves your lips.

Instead of ripping your panties in two like he normally would, your Andy Bear forces you to hold them to the side so he can concentrate on the meal you’ve so generously set before him.

“You’ve got a lot of healing to do, baby girl.” Two thick, talented fingers find their way inside you, searching for that special spot that was guaranteed to drive you wild. You feel your hips buck on their own accord as your toes start to curl. “Hope you’re ready for a long night.”

Andy sucks your clit into his mouth, shaking his head as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. You thrash against his hold as you feel the coil in your belly tighten as it threatens to snap, sending you plummeting over the edge into bliss.

“Because we’re only just getting started.”

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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#cruel #lol #poor Dodger #I’m posting/reblogging every version of this tweet bc goddd #HE GOT LOST IN PUPPIES EYES #how am I supposed to survive this #chris evans #puppy interview

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New Game: the evolution of your taste in men (or women)

If you get this, reblog with 1. a pic or GIF of a famous person you had the hots for in high school, side by side with 2. a GIF or pic of a famous person that you love now. Then tag 8 friends! Let's see how much we've changed 🤣

From MCR to the MCU. Boy oh boy, I've changed 😆

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milknhonies · 2 months

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*Me everytime I see Chris Evans.*

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x female reader #Milky reblogs #milky reblog

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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On The Hunt: Moving Forward

Summary- 5.2k Alpha Steve x Little One. You find out that T'Challa invites Steve and Bucky to join the panthers hunting for Ulysses, meaning you have to work with your ex-mate. In an attempt to take your mind off what is happening, you are forced to admit some very hard truths.

Warnings- Loss of life mentioned, lots of angst and pining. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Thank you so much to the people following, commenting, sending asks, and reblogging. Honestly, all of you are the reason we are this far in the series. I never thought I would get them here, but all your encouragement and love really made me want to make sure their story got told- the good and the bad. So many thanks to my beta, I hope you see this babes! Divider made by @firefly-graphics. The Chris edit in the moodboard was made by @justconfettiandsomeddew- Thank you for letting me use your work! It is such an incredible edit, when I first saw it I loved it. As always- comments and reblogs are much appreciated. 🐺💙

Chapter Three / Masterlist

You burst out of the tent to breathe, your Little Wolf was distraught, you were trying to hold it together and your senses were swarming with the Alpha.

Your Alpha.

Fuck fuck fuck.

The Little Wolf brushed against you, arching into your mind like a soft comfort that helped that knot loosens in your gut.

What is he even doing here?

You folded your arms around your chest in an attempt to calm yourself. It didn’t last long as you sensed him coming up behind you.

“Little One?” You stiffened at your name, almost bristling. Steve seemed to notice cause he corrected himself. “Y/N…” You waited but words seemed to fail him. Either not knowing what to say after all this time or gearing towards really spinning your world on its axis again, you turned to face him and really look at him for the first time in nearly a year.

Gone was the soft tufted locks of his that only edged blonde and a trimmed beard. Now his hair swept back, long and sun kissed blonde, his beard was rugged and looked several days untrimmed. His body filled out even more then before, his kevlar suit he was wearing was worn in places. Various changes had happened to it since the last time you had seen him in it. Deep lines etched around his eyes and forehead, making him look tired and demanding at the same time. His mouth was pressed thin, clearly holding himself in check around you. His eyes lingered around the column of your neck.

“You look good, strong.” Steve finally said and you snapped.

Every fiber in your body was vibrating inside of you now.

“I look good… That’s all you can think to say to me Steve after all this time?” You stalked closer, feeling yourself bristling while bringing yourself face to face with your former Alpha.

Steve looked so uncomfortable and you took satisfaction in that while he stiffened.

“What are you doing here Y/N? This isn’t home.”

“Home? Why would you care if I was ‘home’.” You made finger quotes and the satisfaction you felt at the angered flash in his eyes and how his jaw twitched, it was the best thing you had seen in a while. The Little Wolf snickered in your mind somewhere at the Alpha’s reaction. “Home where your cabin is, your pack? Why would I stay there Steve?”

“You know that's all yours too Y/N, all of it I left to you, I never asked you to leave where you finally found home.” He barked out, the tendons in his neck standing out as his voice raised and you pushed forward.

“Home was you Steve and you left me.” You snarled out, daring him to snap at you again, let him try to drag you back where you would be safe from the world and him. Around you both others gathered, the fighting having stopped and spectators were watching to see what would happen. You sensed Bucky coming up, your eyes darting to him. “Get control of your Alpha Buck. He is in my way.”

“Uh-” Bucky stuttered to a stop, unsure of what was happening when you stepped away from Steve, brushing past everyone and going back to where the victims were to help them.

T’Challa broke through the crowd gathered around, his gaze falling on the two wolves in the midst. Steve stood their watching you walk away, shaking slightly to restrain going after you.

“Well a surprise I must say Steve.” He rumbled slightly as his gaze falling to Bucky. “You and the White Wolf both.” Bucky stiffened as he assessed the king, T’Challa didn’t let the critical gaze affect him as he matched the man. “What happened to you James is known as far as Wakanda. You have a sanctuary with us, if you want it.”

Steve seemed to snap his attention away from you and pay attention to what was going on before him. As if sensing Bucky was uneasy, he reached out to clasp Bucky’s shoulder, a barely there squeeze bringing the mistrusting man back, an all is safe move. Bucky gave a slight dip of his head and a soft. “Thank you.”

“I must say though, I don’t expect you wolves to be out this far.” T’Challa pointed out before he glanced at those surrounding him, giving a soft snarl that sent them scattering back to their duties. “But how about you both join us back in Wakanda to discuss.”

“We would be grateful,” Steve said, trying to appear focused on the king when his Wolf started howling once more for his Little One. You were so close and so far away. It pained him that he couldn’t feel you with him, even though he could see you helping the injured just steps away, ignoring him.

It was wrecking havoc with you. You could sense him all around you, his Alpha scent was as strong as ever, maybe because you had missed it so much. But that smokey wood scent and cool metal wrapped in your mind and made your Little Wolf ache for her Alpha. It was also so close to your heat and worry swirled in your belly at the thought.

The last few heats had not been so bad, hot sweaty nights and you had to let your imagination go to get off and find relief, the pain associated with being in heat was just an ache that you were able to abate. But now that Steve was here, back in your space, would your body rebel? Only find satisfaction in his touch.

Fuck you hoped not.

The Little Wolf whined loudly, curling in a ball in your mind as she tried to not push you to him, although you sensed she missed her Alpha as much as you did. Which infuriated you all that much more that you missed him. You focused on your task at hand as much as possible, kneeling next to Nakia while cutting bandages as she assessed the child in front of her.

“Are we going home?” The girl asked, big giant eyes looking between you and Nakia, seeking some form of assurance and truth. Nakia’s eyes softened as she cleaned up the girl's arm. Everything about her was calm, warmth, what any mother would give. This Panther gave it so freely to anyone. It was one of the things you admired about her when you first met.

“King T’Challa will bring you home with us Cub and then we will try to find your family.” She dabbed a wet cloth gently, twisting the girl’s arm carefully to make sure any abrasion the ties she was cut out of were cleaned off.

“I don’t know if they are even alive.” The little girl whispered sadly. You could feel the tears starting up, but you pushed them down for now. “I just want to go home.”

“Tell me about home?” You nudged at her while handing Nakia the bandages and the little girl started talking about her parents who loved her so much, her grandma who lived with her and told her stories of Bast the patron god of the Wakandan’s. When Nakia finished the bandage, her hands sliding up to cup the girl’s face and wipe her thumbs over her cheeks to wipe the smudged dirt and tear tracks dry. “Did your Grandmother ever tell you where Bast takes us?”

The little girl shook her head and Nakia gave a smile, delving into the story of the Panthress to the sorrowed child.

Listening silently nearby, your heart felt the heaviness of this story, the look on Nakia’s face was serene as she talked about a paradise that rivaled Wakanda. It also meant that she already knew from the cubs description, her family on the river didn’t survive.

Returning to Wakanda with the survivors meant that your duties were done, T’Challa calling you away while they were settled in safe quarters for the night, the Queen taking over now that they were safely back in Wakanda. All you craved was a shower and to crawl into bed to be plagued by Steve being here.

Instead you went to where T’Challa held debriefings. Slipping into a seat, you glanced around the room. Okoye was in her designated seat, along with Nakia who fidgeted, ready to return back to the survivors, other panthers of power within Wakanda, and then there, at the end of the table sat Steve and Bucky.

Bucky looked on edge, you imagined the White Wolf in him would be bristling with energy. So many shifters in one space and Bucky was more of a lone wolf, typically keeping to himself even before he was captured.

Steve was calm by appearance, but you could see his slight fidget where he was bouncing a leg underneath the table, clear blue eyes sliding face to face, categorizing friend or foe to those he considered in his protection. Meaning Bucky. You were no longer considered his.

<You know Steve would step in if we were threatened.> Your Little Wolf chiming into your inner thoughts made you want to push her away and give you absolute privacy. But you couldn’t do that, not when you knew you both shared each other.

I know he would, you are not telling me anything I don’t already know.

Because it’s easier to think I don’t matter to him, okay! You watched as his eyes bounced to you occasionally, softening before his expression dropped to the table. Like he wasn’t allowing himself to look at you. But you didn’t miss the longing there.

Good, let him suffer. You turned towards where T’Challa was calling everyones attention. “The camp was dismantled.” He announced and an approved mummer reverberated through the crowd. “Ulysses though managed to evade us.” You glanced at Okoye, her stoic features never breaking but you imagined she was upset that the mission didn’t pan out as planned. “But… Shuri…” T’Challa’s hand waved towards his sister, who chose this moment to bounce into the room with a cheery grin on her face, a tablet clutched to her chest. “Has a drone following his movements.”

“Perfect.” You hear one of the panthers growl out, casting a mistrusting eye to Steve and Bucky at the end of the table. “Why do we have more wolves at the table then?”

You knew you weren’t welcomed by everyone but to have Steve and Bucky elicit such a welcome made your Little Wolf growl sharply and it bubbled from you, a warning for anyone to try attacking them. Bucky stiffened slightly but Steve met the challenging panther’s gaze face on, unintimidated by the man.

T’Challa cleared his throat to break the tension in the room.

“I welcomed them, they too are hunting the same man that we are. Because I trust them…” You felt your heart sink, you felt it coming. “I am having them join us, Steve and Bucky are both well known for their skills in the field. Along with Y/N, where Shuri can’t track Ulysses, they can. None of you can deny that the wolves have a skill we panthers do not posses. Ulysses has been evading us for years, kidnapping our people, and stealing our resources. Even I’m not too proud to admit we need their help. With Y/N’s help, we’ve come closer than ever before” He leveled a look for any protesting panther at the table, but all of them kept their mouths shut.

You would be working with Steve, closely.

Steve really hadn’t expected T’Challa to just announce to the council that he and Bucky were joining them in hunting for Ulysses, Steve had wanted to tell you first, privately. Although he wasn’t sure you would give him the chance if he had tried. He watched you bolt from the table and Steve raced after you while you darted speedily as ever around the building. He lost track, but your sweet scent led him onwards till he found you stepping onto an elevator. Steve managed to dart in on the last second, receiving a look from you and the panther who was already in the elevator.

“Pan.” You said in greeting before tucking yourself off to the side, ignoring Steve.

“Y/N, are you joining me today?.” Pan purred at you, making Steve stiffen slightly. Pan glanced at him for a moment before silence fell in the elevator while it lurched to a move.

Steve took a moment to collect himself, feeling your anger in the small space. He just wanted to apologize for springing it on you, that he would have told you himself before if he knew T’Challa was announcing it to everyone.

What are the chances you would have stayed in Wakanda to work with him if you had known about it? This was exactly what he was trying to avoid when he walked away, you had already been through so much with Pierce and him. But now here you were, together again. Part of Steve felt he should leave to give you your peace, remain hunting with the panthers and he move on. But his Wolf fought that instinct, aggressively.

Seeing you again, that ache for you had not lessened any. He missed you, terribly. Even now how he yearned to reach out and wrap you up, soothe away the pain you couldn’t hide behind your anger. Your brows were pinched and your gaze purposely away from him. Your mouth tightened, much like it did when you were withdrawing into your mind, focusing on the Little Wolf.

I’m waiting for the panther to get off. He doesn't need to be involved in this.

Right at that moment you stepped closer to the panther.

“You know what Pan, I think I will.”

Pan rolled his shoulder as if it was tensed and needed loosening. “Yes, that haul you dragged us through took more out of me than I expected.” Making you grin for the first time since Steve has seen you. It lightened up your face, the way you laughed in response.

Some twinge of jealousy might have filtered through Steve that it wasn’t him doing that for you.

“I promised you months ago that I wasn’t ever going to go easy on you.” You announced as the elevator dinged and with a sweep of the doors you stepped off, this time Steve didn’t chase after you.

It was clear you didn’t want to listen to him.

“So…” Pan started as he stepped outside into what was used as a training course, the wild jungle a maze of obstacles more difficult than anything T’Challa could have built. The tall man arched a brow your way while you followed him, refusing to look back at where you left Steve behind. “That was your Alpha?”

“Yes.” You simply said, tilting your face towards the sun to let it soak in.

“Do you want to talk about it.” Pan asked calmly, reaching over his shoulder to pull off his tank and let it fall onto a nearby bench before kicking off his shoes. You mimicked him, starting to strip and embrace the change.

“What is there to talk about? He is here, I have to track with him and Bucky. Nothing to it.” The man gave a hiss of disbelief as you wriggled out of your pants, glancing at him momentarily. “It’s the truth.”

“You are not a very good liar Wolf.” His lean muscular body started getting revealed, your gaze falling to the ground to respect his privacy while you sighed out.

“All I want to do is get through this Pan… Help a girl out, will you.” You felt the Little Wolf rising in you, the shift always fairly quick.

“Don’t I always? Come on… Kick my ass again.” Pan winked, his form falling away till a sleek panther made silent bounds away from you. You embraced the change, the overall freedom and wildness your Little Wolf resided in, and when you felt that energy brimming through you, you chased after the streaking black shadow into the depths of the jungle.

Pan was one of the panthers that welcomed you, had life been different, you could have seen yourself attracted to the man. He was looming tall which made you feel dwarfed, easy going demeanor with sharp features but soft eyes that seemed to see into you. You and Pan had quickly become friends while working together and even the wild cat in him seemed laid back. Now as you tracked him, you caught him lazing above you, his paw draping down to cuff at you before he gave a yawn that flashed all his deadly sharp canines, his tongue lolling out before he snapped up higher in the trees, his roar a challenge for you to continue following him.

The Little Wolf danced under the trees with her nose in the air and ears pricked, watching above for the dark dappled coat of his, beautiful even among the panthers, his coat almost sheened purple as dark as it was with darker spots making him appear dappled in the light. Bright green eyes were heavy among the intense blackness and his whiskers were fine as they graced around his face, helping him move among the narrowest of passages with ease.

It was always fun to track Pan because he would give you a challenge, gliding along the canopy with ease and catching you unaware when he would drop suddenly, leading you onto the chase till your Little Wolf did what you do best.

Even in this climate not at all suited for wolves, your speed couldnt be matched by the panthers. You always caught your target.

Pan led you far away from the problems you were dwelling on, the big cat panting heavily as you followed him through the densest foliage, unsure of where the two of you were. You had never been in this section before, curious where he was taking you. He leaped atop a large fallen log, slippery with moss. His claws digging into the soft wood to keep his balance while his roar scared into the dense forest. You scrambled under it, and coming out the other side you skidded to a stop at a deep pool, wafting cooling air among the humidity that you let yourself wander closer to the crystal clear water. A small waterfall sounded nearby, making a cool mist rise around the pool to give it a shimmer.

“I thought you could use a little Oasis time.” Pan smiled, back to his human form as he stepped into the water. Letting himself slip under the water. You could still clearly see the man shoot across the depths of the pool.

It strangely reminded you of home with the massive lake where you spent countless hours with your family and friends. It made the Little Wolf whine, ears laying back as she padded forward. Pan heard you clearly after he surfaced, twisting nimbly in the water. “I am sorry Y/N? Do you not like swimming?”

The Little Wolf pushed forward, sliding into the water and strongly paddling until much deeper then where you could touch and slipped under, letting the water surround you. It felt good, like home. You let the shift take over, your human body easily twisting in the water to spring back to the surface, taking a deep breath to refill your aching lungs. Drifting in place, you gave a shake of your head to Pan. “No, its… I love the water. Thank you for bringing me.” You let your fingers scoop some up and splash over your head, like it was a cooling rain cleaning your head. “It was just what I needed.” You were sure to keep your back to him, hiding the multitude of scars covering your back and shoulders.

Your friend’s smile was brilliant at the praise as he slipped under once more.You let the water overtake you, the coolness sweeping into its embrace.

The two of you splashed and lounged in the oasis for most of the day, drifting together and sharing stories about your lives, you kept yours light, remembering the few good times of your childhood before Pierce claimed you. Then the sky started to turn purple and stars dart above the pool. You both pulled yourselves out, stretching on the sun-warmed rocks to dry off.

Finally, you were feeling at peace, even going back and facing Steve wasn’t making you want to go in a panic, as much as you were still dreading the way the conversation was going to go.

You recalled Steve’s expression when you left the elevator, the regret and sadness etched in his features, but his head fell to break contact, letting you go while he watched you walk away this time.

You almost yearned for him to come for you, demanding you to stop and talk to him although you probably wouldn’t have. Some pains didn’t always just go away with time and as hurt, as you were, you were still so angry with him for leaving you behind.

It didn’t change how you felt about him though, you loved the Alpha. He made you feel safe and loved, even strong although you were much better equipped now. Your relationship with Steve had been so fast and intense from the first time you two met that it didn’t get many of these moments where life just was good.

You often wondered what it could have been like if it got to be normal. Steve wasn’t dealing with being an Alpha to his pack and having to face the dangers you enlightened him to, what if Bucky had never been collared. What if you two just met and dated, and the Wolves got to court one another?

“What are you thinking about Y/N?” Pan asked while he shifted closer to where you stretched out, pushing himself to sit up and you followed suit, hugging around your bent knees.

“How different things could have been at home if life hadn’t been so demanding.” Voicing your thoughts out loud. You missed the gleam of Pan’s gaze on you, your eyes wandering around the calm pool, soaking it in before returning to your mission with T’Challa.

“If it had been different Y/N, we might have never met.” The deep voice purred, a hand suddenly coming to cup your cheek and tilt you to face him. You blinked in surprise at him, both you and your Little Wolf going still in the predator’s warm gaze. His soft eyes weren't there anymore, now they were sharp, studying you in seconds to decide if he was gonna kiss you. It wasn’t long when his resolve made him lean forward, pressing his lips to yours.

You felt the air drain from you suddenly, a warmth blossom at the touch as you leaned into it, craving the feeling of being touched again by passionate hands. Your hands rose to drift up his muscled chest, pulling in closer till his hands spanned your waist to ease you into his lap. If felt so good, the way his long fingers flexed in their hold to grasp you just a little tighter with need, your core starting to throb at the slightest bit of intimacy you were given.

You arched into him, feeling him hard against your belly while your kisses trailed to his neck, tasting the oasis water drying on his skin. He growled, his head tilting back while you explored the length of his neck, your teeth dragging along straining tendons.

But it wasn’t Pan you were picturing, not his laughing brown eyes or quick to smile features. Steve continued to haunt you, his gaze boring into your heart and his Wolf’s mating song echoing through you.

Guilt tingled your spine, a dread filling your excitement. Your Little Wolf howled distantly, her song for her mate, and your senses were filled with Pan, the way he felt so different against you, his body wasn't as welcoming as Steve’s had been, and his touch wasn’t that rough and calloused embrace that made you lose your mind. His smell didn’t make you feel like you were coming home, his taste on your tongue was wildly different. Pan wasn’t bad, physically he was everything anyone would want to be with, but you couldn’t. He nipped at your bond mark, making you growl sharply in a warning. But he missed your vocal warning and focused on your body instead.

<This doesn’t feel right Y/N.> The Little Wolf drifted back, the excitement of being with someone fading. Now you felt smothered as he gripped your back with a hand to brush you against him, his purring rumbles pressed against your clavicle as he explored one of your breasts with another, cupping you and squeezing lightly. <You don’t want him, not like this.>

You steeled yourself for anger as you eased his face off your breast where he had been pressing kisses. “Pan, stop. Please, I can’t do this.”

Immediately his touch faltered on you, easing away from you intimately and just letting his hands fall away to rest on the rock beneath him, giving the two of you space. You drew in air, trying to clear your aroused but disdained mind. You felt his very solid body underneath you, warm and ready, but it still felt wrong to be here.

You pulled away, drawing yourself together with your arms covering over your breasts while you sniffled at yourself. “Y/N, You do not want this?” He tilted his head, shifting himself around so his hard cock wasn’t so prominent. His gaze sought yours till your eyes locked.

You gave a shake of your head, sniffling. “Do the panthers have bonds like the wolves?”

“No, even though in Wakanda we live so closely and have strong bonds, it is nothing like what I have heard the wolves have.”

You smiled softly, shifting your hair just a bit to show the scar that Steve gave you. “They are very intense, but when you are bonded, you are so connected with your partner. I could feel Steve’s emotions, my wolf could be with his whenever she wished to be with her mate, and our wolves were together all the time. The Alpha and Little Wolf loved each other and took care of each other. Wolves are not built to be alone for long.” You let your hair fall back, covering your neck once more. “When Steve had to break our bond, it was so physically painful for me. For him too, I’m sure, but at that time Brock already had control of him.”

“That must have been awful.” Pan said with empathy.

You wrung your hands together, the fear of the memory making you fidget. “It was Pan, I felt like part of me was ripped from my soul. To see my other half disappear into a man I didn’t know and no longer feel his strength, passion, and love with me, I felt like a piece of me was cut out.”

“And that is why you two are no longer?” Pan curiously asked, easing closer to comfort you as your friend, nothing more. His hand reached for yours and you let yourself take it. Your hand squeezed his, your eyes tearing up.

“No, Steve made that choice for us. Something in him broke the day of the attack and he walked away from me, deeming himself too dangerous to be involved or bonded to me any longer. He chose to become a Nomad.” Pan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Steve did what he did because he loved me and as angry as I am with him, as much as I want to rage at him for thinking I’m too weak to be with him, I still love him and that’s why I can’t do this with you.”

“Ọkàn rẹ jẹ ti Nomad” Pan let his hand rest on his chest where his heart was. Your heart belongs to the Nomad

“Yes, it’s always belonged to Steve, even now my Little Wolf is howling his song to call him home, he is my mate, even when he isn’t.” The tears started to track down your face and Pan pulled in close to let his arm drape around you while you shook in your grief.

Steve couldn’t help wandering near the entrance, waiting for you. His Wolf paced too, his ears constantly pricking to exam every sound, which here with the bustle of panthers coming and going along the late night jungle edging them, it was alot and made both of them anxious. Bucky had long since retired to his rooms, leaving Steve to keep his vigil alone, which gave him time to try and sort through the mess in his head.

He let you go and what you did wasn’t his business. You seemed so happy and comfortable with the panther you left with. Have you moved on? As much as it hurt, making his very powerful Wolf whine at the thought of it, it was something Steve needed to consider. It was in every right for you to do and that made something sorrowful build in him. Steve wanted you safe and happy, you seemed to have just that, here.

The Wolf growled, trying to draw him out of these thoughts. These were exactly what made him feel like he had to leave.

But he just couldn’t pretend that their was nothing between you two, that was an even worst lie his Alpha wouldn’t accept and neither could he.

So he waited, patiently, just to see you one last time today.

Steve didn’t have to wait long. Your Little Wolf burst through the door into the main entrance, your coat gleaming from the jungles condensation catching in your fur, making you shake vigorously while a muscular panther prowled in after you, his large paws silent on the marble of the floor.

Steve remained out of sight, caught up in watching you nuzzle under the panthers chin. His large pink tongue swept over your ears in affection and he bounded away up the stairs to the upper levels, leaving the Little Wolf behind.

Steve almost called your name as you lost that bounce in your step from playing, padding towards the steps. Your Little Wolf looked stronger than ever Steve thought as he admired you. The Alpha Wolf yipped for you.

Steve almost let him, but he saw your affection with the panther, the way you two were teasing and rubbing against each other.

Let her go Alpha.

She is happy here, we are not about to take that away from our Little One again.

Even then, she deserves better than I gave her. Steve's hands fisted at his sides, feeling a shiver of anger at himself.

Steve watched you start for the stairs, pausing to lift your muzzle to sniff the air and whip your head around searching. But when neither of them made themselves known, you continued up to your rooms, alone.

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