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Thanks for visiting! All of my Official Masterlists can be found below. Likes, reblogs, comments, and suggestions are always welcome and appreciated! Happy reading, friends!

Stories marked with (**) indicate smut or implied smut. Minors DNI.

Andy Barber

Official Growing Pains Series Masterlist: This series features an ever-growing collection of related one-shots showcasing the Reader and Andy’s love at different points of their relationship. It explores everything from the challenges of being in an interracial relationship, love and marriage, the ups and downs of raising a family, and more. All stories are listed in chronological order. **

Ari Levinson

Sweet Renegade Series: A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.This series features a collection of one-shots centered around a small town romance between Bounty Hunter Ari Levinson and a reluctant, curvy Reader. **

In Sickness & In Health: Daddy Ari takes care of you when you're sick. **

Indecent Exposure Series: You're so mad when you learn that your father has decided to all but abandon you the summer before you're supposed to start college. And to make matters worse, dear ol' Dad has even tapped his best friends - your so-called "Uncles" - to check in on you since he's going to be on the road touring with his band. At just shy of 18, you don't need a babysitter, much less four of them. **

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The Trio: 

The Trio Official Masterlist: My Trio Series features appearances from Andy, Ari, and Curtis. Warning: these stories contain Daddy!Kink, spanking, cursing, punishments, OTT Alphaholes, feisty women, and more. ** 

Chris Evans

Off Limits: You decide that it’s finally time to end your friends with benefits arrangement with Chris. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take the news as well as you’d hoped. **

Out of Line (Sequel to Off Limits): It’s been five months since the two of you agreed to make things official, but Chris has a knack for making things difficult. Especially when he wants you to move in with him. **

Make Me Series: Feeling bratty, you decide to test your man's patience. Too bad it's looking like your mouth just wrote a check that your ass can't cash. **

Chris Evans & Anthony Mackie

The TikTok Terror Series Masterlist: Features Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, and a bratty Reader who lives and dies by TikTok pranks. Warnings: M/F/M situations (no M/M), spanking, cursing, smut, and more. **

Sunday Night Sugar: It’s game day, and while you’re trying to get everything ready for your men’s viewing party, all Chris and Anthony want from you is a little Sunday Night Sugar before kick-off. **

Sam Wilson

Reckless: Your police officer husband does not approve of your reckless driving habits.**

Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Good Girls & Little White Lies: You and your friend, Mya, never set out to lie. It just kind of…happened that way. **

Good Girls & Little White Lies: The Sequel: You and your best friend are back at it again. Boy, you really need to learn how to stop telling overprotective men the truth. It just might save your ass. Literally. **

Good Girls & Little White Lies: Dubai: You and Mya are tired of being cooped up in the Avengers Compound, so you plan a quick trip while your boys are away on a mission. They'll never find out... **

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

No Biting: Your boys encourage you to watch your mouth. **

Watch Your Hands: A loose follow-up to No Biting. Your boys want you to learn when to keep your hands to yourself. **

Don’t Keep Secrets: A loose follow-up to Watch Your Hands. You learn the hard way that you don’t keep secrets from your men. Ever. **

Know Your Girl: You piss Steve and Bucky off on the way to a Party. **

Bucky Barnes

His Savior: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not. **

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

END

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

END

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

END

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Bad Girl

Summary: Ari decides to punish you for being a bad girl…

Warnings: Ari Being A Menace, Mean!Ari, Smut, Roleplay, D/s Themes, Brat!Reader, Daddy!Kink, Spanking, Discussions of Masturbation, CMNF, Voyeurism, P in V Sex, Oral Sex, Tears, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Written on my phone because I’m currently in the hospital, but I’m okay.Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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You're sitting on Ari’s bed trying to summon up the courage to ask him a question. Frankly, you weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This man was your safe space. You knew you could trust him with this part of you.

Even still, your pulse spikes when you hear the sound of his feet coming up the stairs. He’d just gotten home not too long ago, and you hoped he was in a good mood.

Specifically, in the mood to play…

“Hey there, little Bird.” He gives you a sweet smile before dropping a kiss on your lips.

“Hey back.” You murmur, still trying to overcome your newfound shyness. Something Ari notices almost immediately.

“What’s got that pretty face of yours all twisted up?”

“I um…” You feel your cheeks heat as you look away.

“Baby…what have I told you about goin’ quiet on me?” Your bounty hunter joins you on the bed before hauling you against his broad chest. “I thought we were past that shit?”

“I just…it’s kinda a weird question.”

“Try me.”

“Would you maybe wanna play a game with me?” You ask, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. “Like we did that one time I slipped you my panties?”

The instant smile that blooms across his handsome features is both sinful and electric. You had no idea, but you’d just made your bounty hunter’s entire day.

“Baby, I would love nothin’ more.” Comes his gruff reply. “Did you have somethin’ in mind or—?” He affectionately strokes one large, calloused hand through your curls.

Well, you’d already come this far. Might as well go all the way. Go big or go home, right?

“I was maybe thinkin’ you could be rough with me tonight. You know, like be mean? And, um, I could use the “D-word” too?”

“The D-word?” Ari responds, sounding confused. Deep down he understood exactly what you meant, but he also wanted to hear you say it.

“I was thinkin’ I could maybe call you Daddy…?” It’s impossible to rest the urge to bury your face in your hands. “If that’s too much I understand.”

“Okay. We can most definitely do that. Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve said it anyway.” He blows out a contemplative breath. “Let me ask you this, sweetheart. Do you, uh…do you want me to spank you?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you’re telling me that you need a nice, hard spanking from your Daddy, huh?” Ari scratches at his freshly trimmed beard. “And what, pray tell, did my baby do to earn this dose of good, old fashioned, discipline?”

“I…well…” You trail off as you clench your thighs together. God, how could you already be so wet?

“Be honest with Daddy.”

“I touched myself. Without permission.” You confess, choosing to stare down at your lap.

“So, you’re tellin’ me that you went and played with your pussy while I wasn’t home?”

Ari wasn’t acting at that moment. He hated when you touched yourself when he wasn’t around. It had a tendency to piss him off.

He was the type of man who liked to watch. Your pleasure was his pleasure.

“How many times, little Bird?”

“Yesterday…after you went to work. And then again this morning while you were out washing your truck.”

“I see.” Ari’s tone is filled with genuine disappointment. “And did you cum?”

“Yes.”

“Tsk.Tsk. Tsk. I’m sorry, sweetness. But there ain’t no way I can let you slide with this one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You whisper. Ari reaches out to grip your chin, demanding you to look him in the eyes.

“Such a naughty girl.” His gorgeous blue eyes are shining with mischief. “Daddy is very disappointed in you. You absolutely know how I feel about you touching my cunt when you’re by yourself. So here is what we’re gonna do. You got your listenin’ ears on?”

Wordlessly you nod. Damn, you wanted Ari to touch you so bad. To punish you. To teach you a lesson. And you honestly had no idea why.

“Good.” He grunts before standing up and stretching. Your mouth practically waters watching his sinewy muscles bunch and ripple beneath his old tshirt. “I want you to strip down to nothin’ but your panties. But first, you’re gonna crack that window open right there.”

“W-why the window?”

Ari’s warm gaze hardens the moment you question him. In his opinion, you were already in trouble, but if you wanted to make things even worse for yourself, then by all means go for it.

“Because this whole neighborhood is about to know my fuckin’ name, princess. Which is what?”

“Daddy.” You rasp, mouth suddenly dry as you shiver with anticipation.

“Good girl. And when Daddy gets out of the shower, he’s gonna spank his baby hard for breaking the rules.”

“But then everybody…” You trail off, eyeing the window warily.

“Let ‘em hear.” He growls with a shrug as he slowly removes his belt. “Disrespectful little girls aren’t entitled to privacy.” Ari can’t help but grin when he watches the way your pupils dilate, followed by your sudden intake of breath. “Keep questionin’ me, sweetheart, and you’re gonna feel my strap instead of the best use of my hand. Is that what you want?”

“N-no.” You stammer as you make your way over the window to follow his command.

“Then do as you’re fuckin’ told.” He crosses his arms across his impressive chest, his cock growing harder by the second as he watches you rush to comply.

With trembling hands, you grasp the edge of the window, opening it a few inches. Even as you feel your needy pussy gush, you couldn’t believe that there was a chance that someone outside might inadvertently hear you being punished.

“Good girl.” Ari grunts when you turn back and face him. “Now, what are you supposed to do next, hm?”

You exhale slowly as your hands go to the hem of your sweater before pulling it over your head. Ari watches you with rapt attention, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly as you remove your clothes. He growls low in his throat as your bra falls to the floor, followed by your sexy little skirt, leaving you wearing nothing but a lacy white thong.

Glancing at him over your shoulder, he gives you a quiet nod of approval. While it’s difficult, you somehow resist the urge to shove your hands into your soaked panties. You wanted - no, you needed - your man to touch you. But instead, the smug bastard was making you wait.

However, you soon find yourself facing the corner without complaint. In a few minutes Ari was going to punish you, and there was nothing you could do to stop him either.

Seconds later, you feel him come up behind you - his warm breath on your skin making your nipples pebble into hard peaks. “I’m gonna go shower, baby.” He tells you, his calloused palms coming to rest on your hips. “If I find out you moved from this spot even an inch, I’m gonna tan your sweet ass with my belt until my arm gets tired. You get me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Comes your pathetic little whimper.

“There’s a good girl.” And then he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts as he makes his way into the bathroom.

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Fifteen Minutes Later…

A determined Ari emerges from the bathroom, his hair still damp from the shower while wearing a pair of sweats and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. He’s glad to see you’re still standing where he left you. Maybe you’d be able to follow his instructions tonight after all.

However, regardless of your newfound obedience, you’d still earned yourself a sore ass. And he couldn’t wait to teach you a lesson.

“Daddy’s proud of you, sweet girl. “ Ari murmurs as he comes up behind you, wrapping one thick arm around your waist. “Have you had enough time to think about what you’ve done?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Your eyes flutter closed when you feel his soft lips brush the sensitive skin behind your ear. “Good. Now, can you tell me your safe word?”

“Peppermint.” You dutifully respond.

“Thank you. I’m gonna take off your panties now, baby. And then I want you to climb up on my bed and wait for my next command so we can—“

“But—but I thought you were gonna—” You accidentally interrupt, which earns you a swift smack to your vulnerable bottom.

“Did I ask what you fuckin’ thought?” He hisses as his hand comes up to grab the back of your neck, giving you a none-too-gentle squeeze. “What makes you think naughty little girls get a say in their punishments?”

What you don’t know is that Ari can smell your arousal. He knows your panties are flooded with your slick, so much so that it’s practically dripping down your thighs.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Forgiven.” He replies softly as he reaches for the waist band of your thong, eliciting a shiver from you as he slowly drags the delicate garment down your legs. “Step out. There we go.”

Once you’re free, your bounty hunter once again orders you to climb up on the bed. He tells you that he wants you on your back with your legs spread. You can’t help the pathetic little whimper that escapes your throat when you move to comply.

God, you were so fucking wet right now it was almost embarrassing.

“Wider.” Your lawman demands as he approaches the bed. “I wanna see all of my pussy. The same juicy pussy you played with when I was nowhere to be found.”

You both know he’s not acting. He got off on watching you finger yourself in front of him. It was even better when you let him help by using your vibrator to make you scream.

“Goddamn, baby.” Ari hisses, reaching down to grab his throbbing erection through the fabric of his dark gray sweats. “Swear to God, if you could see the way you look right now.”

Your splayed thighs begin to tremble as he gazes down at you.

“Look at your swollen little clit peeking out from between your pussy lips.” He reaches out to pet your glistening folds - once, twice - before sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Just beggin’ for Daddy’s attention. I should kiss it. Should suck it into my mouth and fuck you with my tongue until you’re writhing and screaming in my bed.” He hums softly. “Bet the neighbors would love to hear you cryin’ for your man to make you cum. Wouldn’t they?”

“Yes, Sir.” You keen, delicately arching your hips in your invitation. “I want you to touch me. My tits. My cunt. I don’t care if anyone hears how good you make me feel.” You begin to toy with your nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers, making both of you groan. “It’s all yours.”

“Too bad that isn’t an option.” Ari’s smoldering gaze darkens as he takes a seat on the bed before patting his lap. “You lost that privilege when you broke my rules, little Bird.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You whine, wishing he would just forgo your punishment in favor for fucking you senseless instead. “I promise not to do it again.”

“Too bad I don’t believe you.”

“But I—“

“Quiet!” Your man snaps, making your jump. “I don’t want to hear shit from you unless I ask you a fucking question. Swear to God, I ain’t playin’ around.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “Get that sexy ass over my knee - and you’d better be quick about it. Otherwise you’re gonna get a taste of my belt.”

The warning look he gives you combined with the gruff authority in his tone has you scrambling to comply. Even though his hands are rough, he’s still gentle as he guides you across his muscled thighs.

“Look at all this ass you got goin’ on back here, baby. I must be the luckiest man in the world.”

You shudder when you feel his thick fingers come up to massage your cheeks. In a moment your bounty hunter was going to punish you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take a second to appreciate all the curves you blessed him with.

“Now, I’m afraid this spanking is gonna to be tough. I’m not gonna take it easy on you either. You’ve gotta learn your lesson, of course. But if you need to cry that’s okay too. Daddy’s here to catch you, alright?”

“Yes.” You respond, reaching down to grasp his leg for better purchase.

“Yes, the fuck what?” He wasn’t in the mood for your shit.

“Sorry. I meant to say yes, Daddy.” You quickly amend before burying your face in his comforter. It smells like him, which you happen to find oddly comforting.

Ari goes to adjust his knee, lifting it slightly so that he has a better target. And then his hand comes down on your bare bottom - the loud crack echoing throughout the room.

Smack!

You cry out when his hand falls again, this time landing a blow against the spot where your ass meets your thighs. And then he does it again.

Smack!

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Your fingers dig into his calf as he picks up the pace, with each spank coming down harder than the one before it.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“Goddamnit, Daddy!” You wail as you try to wiggle off his lap. “Please! It hurts!

“It’s a spanking, baby. It’s supposed to fuckin’ hurt.” He growls back as his massive hand connects your backside once more. “But let that be the last time I hear you swear while I’m workin’ this ass.”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Dear God, your man had a hand like a fucking oak tree. Your butt was on fucking fire! Off its own accord, your own hand reaches back in an attempt to protect your now glowing red bottom.

Unfortunately for you, Ari grabs it and pins it against the small of your back.

“Do that shit again and I’m grabbing my belt.”

“Nooo!” You cry, bucking your hips as you struggle in his grasp. All that earns you is a sharp slap to your pussy as your punishment continues.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“Oh yeah!” Your man grunts. “Maybe I oughta put you on maintenance. I think reddenin’ this luscious ass once a week might do you some good. What do you think, sweetheart?”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“Please, Daddy, no!” You sob through your tears. “I’ll behave, I swear. You’ll be the only one allowed to tough my cunt from now on!”

Deep down, you felt you needed this cry. But that didn’t mean you wanted him to roast your butt once a week.

“Hmm.” Ari growls as he pauses to rub your sore bottom. “We’ll discuss it later. Now, you’ve got three more comin’, and you’re gonna take ‘em like a good girl. You got that?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You wail, offering your ass up to receive what’s left of your punishment.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

And just like that it was over. Your body sags as you continue to cry. Not necessarily because Ari had practically spanked your butt raw, but because you had needed that release.

“There we go, sweetheart.” Your bounty hunter murmurs gently as he lifts and resettles you on his lap. “You did so good for me. Your Daddy is so proud of you right now.” He tenderly kisses your cheek as he dashes away your tears.

You allow yourself to cry a few minutes more before you feel yourself begin to calm down.

“Guess my baby needed that, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You sniffle, wiping your face against his shirt. “My ass hurts somethin’ fierce, but I do feel better.”

“Good.”

You two sit there for a couple moments longer. Later he would massage your ass with aloe before giving you a full rub down. But right now, you still had more business to attend to.

Because you weren’t quite ready to stop playing just yet.

“Stand up and let me see that ass. I wanna kiss it better since you cried so sweetly for me.” Ari orders, gently pushing you to rise to your feet.

And that’s when you notice the impressive wet spot you left behind on his pants. Oops.

He grips your hips, pulling backwards to brush his lips over your poor, abused bottom. But he’s not the least bit sorry as he admires his handiwork. Because if you needed him to, he’d gladly do it again.

“Can you…can you please fuck me now?”

Tonight, you wanted to feel used. Owned. Rode hard and put up wet by the man you loved.

“Mm.” Ari rumbles even as he chuckles. “Does my baby want everyone to hear how good she can be for her man? You want ‘em to know how good you are pleasin’ him?”

“Yes.” You tell him, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Please, Daddy?”

Only when he nods do you remove his thick cock from his sweats. It immediately springs to life, smacking against your man’s muscled chest. You swear it’s practically begging you to taste - so you do, sucking him down deep.

“That’s it, baby. Ah, Christ! Work me with that pretty throat.”

Grabbing the back of your head to guide you, he goes even deeper, forcing you to gag. Fresh tears prick the backs of your eyes as he uses you with each thrust of his hips.

Eventually, he releases you, giving you a moment to breathe. Your eager tongue traces a long vein all the way to the tip of his mushroom head before giving him a kiss.

“I wish I could have you suck me all night, little Bird. But if you want me to bury this dick in your tight little pussy, you’re gonna have to stop.”

You briefly nuzzle his balls with your nose before reluctantly acquiescing. But you stop short of complaining when he directs you to head over to the window. Ari follows right behind you, only pausing to open it all the way.

Wait. Was he really about to fuck you like this?

His lethal grin makes it clear that’s exactly what he’s about to do. And you were going to enjoy every minute of it. One large warm hand presses on your lower back, forcing you to lean out your window as you arch your hips - pushing your ass out.

“Goddamn, baby.” Ari growls, briefly kneeling to bury his face in your slippery folds.

He knows you need to be fucked, be he also needs his taste. Once you’ve properly drenched his beard he pulls back, sinking his impressive cock deep inside your pussy in one smooth thrust.

His hands go to your waist, his expert fingers digging into your tender flesh. You were going to be so sore tomorrow, but that was usually the price of getting into bed with your bounty hunter.

“Let me hear you cry.” Ari snarls, increasing his pace. His heavy balls slap against your puffy lips, making contact with your poor little clit. “Make Daddy proud, baby!”

“Jesus Christ, Ari!” You scream, holding onto the window sill for dear life as he drives into you.

“Wrong name, Bird.” He reaches between your thighs to pinch your sensitive nub, making you buck and writhe. “Try again.”

“Fuck me, Daddy!” Grabbing his hand, you place it on your breast, your eyes rolling back on your head as he plays with your nipple. “Make me cum so I can be a good girl!”

“You got yourself a deal, baby. By the end of the night you and me are gonna make sure these neighbors know my name.”

END

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Errors in Brat Taming

Summary: A look into the way Ari chooses to discipline his brat. Sequel to Errors in Judgement.

Warnings: Ari Being A Menace, Possessive!Ari, Mean!Ari, Brat!Reader, Daddy!Kink, Bad Decisions, Attacks Via Body Mist, Wrestling, Manhandling, Light Fingering, Ass Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Implied Use of a Belt, Mentions of Picking Switches, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Finally home, but was able to finish this at work. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, all mistakes are my own. Likes and Reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading.

“I’m going, damn it!” You whine as a determined Ari Levinson practically drags you upstairs by the back of your denim shorts. He’s so strong he’s practically carrying you, which makes the fabric rub against your core, acting as a not-to-subtle reminder of what’s to come.

“You’re a runner, sweetness.” Comes your man’s exasperated reply. “And after what you just put me through, I’m not takin’ any chances.”

He’s referring to the innocent little joke you’d just played on him a few moments ago. In your mind, you hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, all you’d done was playfully suggest that you might be interested in seeing other men, like in an open relationship.

That’s it.

It wasn’t your fault that your bounty hunter decided to take it as an affront to his person. But where you’d made your mistake was forgetting that the man in your life was an unbelievably jealous and possessive bastard.

Now that was your fault.

Upon your suggestion, Ari had taken it upon himself to let you know with a dramatic certainty that he would never, ever, under any circumstances, allow another man in your bed – let alone touch you. He’d even confessed his belief that he’d literally manifested you. Which meant you belonged to him and him alone. 

And he would gladly be damned to hell before he ever gave you up. Even when you were busy being a sassy, little brat. 

Now, your handsome Beast was apparently going to punish you for, as he put it, “pissing him off” and “spiking his blood pressure”. So far, any attempts to get him to see reason had failed. But you weren’t ready to give up just yet, even as he guides you into his bedroom by a fistful of your shorts.

He doesn’t release you until you’re both safely over the threshold so that he can go about shutting the door. And now it’s just you and him. Facing off. Waiting for the other to be the first one to blink.

Ari wins, of course. 

“You’re a brave girl, Duchess. I’ll give you that.” Ari remarks as he watches you try to fix your clothes.

“I think you stretched them out.” You whine, trying to divert attention from your upcoming punishment.

“It would serve you right if I did.”

“Well, that’s not a very kind sentiment.”

“Neither is disrespecting us by suggesting you want to share yourself with another man.” He fires back, dumping his pre-selected implements onto a nearby nightstand.

“It was a joke.” You feebly remind him in an effort to make him understand the perceived innocence behind your previous actions. Especially after you get a second look at the belt, spatula, and wooden spoon he’s purposefully set out for you. 

You weren’t quite sure what it was he planned to do with them, but you did have your suspicions.

“What do I always say, baby?” Ari turns to you then, his stormy blue eyes making you nervous. He’s still shirtless, rocking only a pair of Levi’s denim jeans, thanks to you and the help of the kitchen faucet. “Huh? What do I always tell you?”

Your teeth go to nibble your bottom lip as you briefly hesitate. “Um…that jokes are supposed to be funny.”

“And do you see me laughing?”

“No.” The word tumbles out of your mouth on the heels of a sigh.

“Have I even cracked a smile?”

“Also no.” You respond weakly, your gaze dropping to your bare toes. 

“I swear to God, Duchess. I don’t get why you like to pull this shit. What’s so fun about testin’ me like this?” Ari raises one imperious, tawny brow as he waits for your answer. 

He crosses his brawny arms over his chest as he stares you down. The man isn’t the least bit fooled by your timid little act. He was certain you’d go back to fighting him in a moment – as soon as he tried to drag your plump ass over his knee to begin your punishment. 

“I don’t know.” You eventually reply, smoothing your shaking hands over the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

“Try. Again.”

“Eh…” You hedge as you try to come up with an answer your bounty hunter beau won't find too offensive. “Sometimes I find your reactions to be amusing…”

“Is that right?” Comes his silky reply. 

You knew that phrase. You knew to be wary of that phrase. Because that was his patented response for whenever you said something that truly pissed him off.

“Well, thank you for your honesty.” Ari continues, cocking his hip against the wall. “Now, how about you come over here so we can see just how amusing you find what’s about to happen right now.”

“Ari…I’m sorry.” 

Summoning all of your courage, you make your way over to your man. Using your arm to block him when he reaches for you, you twine your arms around his neck, pulling him down to slant your mouth over his. At first he resists – a move that surprises you, but you remain undeterred. You delicately swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, begging him to allow you entrance. He eventually relents, groaning softly into the kiss. 

His arms go to encircle your waist, pulling you flush against his big body. And that’s when you feel his still-tense muscles finally relax. You briefly pull away to trail a path of featherlight kisses down his bare chest, pausing just below his heart.

“I love you, baby.” You murmur, running your fingers through his chestnut locks as you will him to calm down, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. It was a move that usually soothed him. 

“I could never want anyone but you.” Rising on your toes, you find his mouth once more. This time the kiss is slower, less intense, but it’s still just as powerful. “You’re my perfect man. My sweet, surly, handsome Beast. And the only one for me.” Your small hands go to frame his face, stroking your thumbs along his bearded jaw. “Which is why fate was kind enough to bring us together in the first place.”

Even though Ari’s upset, you know he needs to hear those words. As your man, he was always the first to give them to you. And as his woman, you felt it was high time to do the same. 

Ari allows you to hold on to him for a few seconds longer before finally stepping back. You let him go, unsure of what was going to happen next.

He clears his throat before speaking. “Glad to hear that, Duchess.” The newfound warmth in his tone has butterflies fluttering in your belly. His large, calloused hands go to your hips, squeezing gently. “Because you are hands down the most amazing, loving, bullheaded, and infuriating woman I have ever fucking met.”

“I…”

“The universe brought us together because we both know what the other needs.” He continues, his eyes shining with some unnamed emotion. “And right now, you need for your man to take you in hand and remind you that it’s never okay to disrespect our relationship in the name of a goddamned joke.”

Well, that veered off course fast.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s what the fates meant.” You readily disagree with an emphatic shake of your head. For your safety, you also take a few steps back.

“Sweetheart.” Ari rumbles, advancing on you with calculated, definitive steps. “There ain’t a man on this planet who knows how to handle you like I do.” That’s when you notice that slightly unhinged gleam in his eyes has returned

“All that sass, that fire.” He continues, slowly backing you into a corner. “God, and that fuckin’ “fuck you” attitude of yours.” Your bounty hunter actually laughs then – yes, laughs – in a way you don’t think you’ve ever heard him do so before. “You need a keeper, a man who ain’t afraid of you. A man who knows how to handle your stubbornness, your sweetness – all those damn tantrums you like to throw.”

Your back hits the wall with a dull thud as he cages you in, bracing his strong arms on either side of your head. 

“That’s why fate sent you to me, Duchess.” Ari takes your mouth in a quick, possessive kiss, hard enough to bruise. “We go together, you and me. Remember? And there ain’t nothin’ in this world that can change that. You get me?”

“Yes, Sir.” You breathe, struggling with your body’s natural reaction to his closeness. 

“Good.” 

One large hand comes up to grip your chin, demanding you give Ari your full attention. “Since you understand, you’re going to walk over to that bed and slip off those sexy little shorts, followed by your panties.” He growls low in your ear. “You know how I like it.”

“Baby,” you plead softly even as you feel your traitorous pussy flutter. “We don’t have to do this. I already said I was sorry.”

“Hm. Since you can’t seem to listen, I’ve just decided I want you naked.” His already deep voice lowers another octave. “Now, it’s okay if you need your man to help you. But you better let me know fast, before I decide you’re just being difficult.”

“But I’m not – you can’t – ugh, whatever.” Gritting your teeth, you push past him and angrily march over to the bed. 

“That’s enough stomping, little girl.” Ari commands, trying his damndest to hide his smug grin. 

“I wasn’t stomping.” You snap, knowing he’s most likely laughing at you.

Now you’re irritated. With him. With yourself. With the random person who came up with that stupid prank. And all of the anonymous strangers who inadvertently came together to make the scheme in question go viral. 

Giving him your back, you make quick work of removing your shirt and bra, followed by your shorts. Even though you don’t want to, you force yourself to slow down when it comes time to take off your panties.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly bend over as you drag the cotton garment down your thighs, all the while making sure to keep your knees as straight as possible. You know exactly what your bounty hunter wants to see, and it just so happens to be wet and pink.

“There’s that pretty pussy.” Ari’s voice is filled with sensual admiration. “I have a feelin’ she’s about to get quite the workout tonight.”

Suddenly he’s standing next to you, still clad in his denim jeans. Without saying a word, he reaches over and grabs two pillows, stacking them on top of each other in front of you.

“Climb on up, sweetheart. Go on, now.”

For a moment, you consider resisting – or one of your so-called tantrums as Ari likes to call them – before realizing there’s almost no point. This was happening whether you wanted it to or not.

With a grimace, you heft yourself up onto the bed. Ari helps steady you, making sure your middle is resting comfortably on top of the pillows. This position leaves your vulnerable ass raised high in the air – effectively creating the perfect target. 

“Beautiful.” He hums before unexpectedly leaning down to take a perfect bite out of your left cheek, making you whimper. “Oh hush.” Having a thing about symmetry, he makes sure to repeat the same action with the right.

And then Ari backs up, tilting his head to the side as he admires your body. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.” Comes his gruff order, eliciting a shiver from you. “More. More. There we go. Want to make sure that my pussy is on full display.”

“Beast, swear to God.” You try once more. “I think I’ve learned my lesson, okay?”

Perhaps it was time to acknowledge that accountability in these types of situations really wasn’t your strong suit.

“Nah, Duchess.” Ari replies without pity. “Because that’s the other thing you don’t realize.” Your man slaps your ass hard, content to watch the way your globes bounce. “There’s not a man out there who possesses enough patience and strength of will to properly guide a woman like you. To help you pause and reset – even if it’s temporary – until you go back to doing your next pain in the ass thing.”

He smacks you again. “It can be a full-time job, learning how to manage your moods. Knowing when to pull back, versus knowing when to push forward.” He shakes his head before running an eager hand through his hair. “Right now you need this from me – this reminder – to help you reset. And there ain’t nothin’ that’s gonna keep me from my task.”

You feel the sniffles start before your punishment has even begun. It’s not like your Beast would stop if you cried right now. He’d most likely just call ‘em crocodile tears.

“Hush now, baby.” Ari murmurs, his mouth hovering mere centimeters from your ear. “Save those tears for when I really do give you something to cry about.” 

Next thing you know, you feel his hand come down hard on your left cheek. “Ooh!” You moan, fisting the covers when he then slaps the right. When he punished you this way, he usually cupped his hand when it connected with your flesh, which made the blow sting, but not devastate. The bounty hunter wasn’t trying to do lasting damage, he only wanted to send a message.

“You’re gonna learn a real good lesson tonight, sweetness.” Ari laughs darkly as he rolls his shoulders. “You.” He deliberately smacks your sit spot twice. “This ass.” This time his oak tree of a hand connects with your inner thighs. “And this pussy.” Your man delivers a sharp blow to your most intimate flesh, making you scream. 

“Are you hearin’ me now, baby?” 

“Oooh, yesss!”

He smacks your ass again, finding a good rhythm as he continues to talk you through it. Ari knows when he’s getting to you, and he doesn’t bother hiding his smug grin when he catches sight of the way you push that sweet ass out to ask for more, which is now a pretty shade of pink.

“Aw, Goddd!”

“You think it’s funny to disrespect us, huh?” Ari snarls, his tone hard and unforgiving. “To disrespect me?” 

“Please, baby – noo!”

He delivers a purposeful smack to your wet cunt, the filthy wet squelch echoing throughout the room. And then his large, calloused palm goes to cup your mound, roughly grinding the heel of his palm against your clit.

“Yeah, you wanted this spankin’. Needed it, even.” Your man keeps up the friction, loving the way your body begins to tremble. “You love when I redden this ass, don’t you, Duchess?” A whine escapes from deep in your throat as the pleasure ratchets up, sending white-hot sparks dancing behind your eyes.

“Y–yes!”

Your admission prompts him to remove his hand, making you mewl. The smug bastard takes advantage of the moment you lift your hips to beg for more by vigorously spanking your cunt. The pain-pleasure mix is so sharp, so acute, you try to scramble off the pillows.

And you almost make it, too. Or you would’ve, if your bounty hunter beau wasn’t goddamned insistent on dragging you back for more. His skilled fingers managed to get a good grip on your thighs, preventing your escape. 

“Goddamn, baby. Your pussy is just as stubborn as you.” Ari chuckles as he wrestles you back into position like it’s nothing. “It breaks my heart to treat her this way, but she’s gotta learn her lesson too–ongh!” He grunts when you manage to land a solid elbow to his ribs, prompting him to release you.

“That’s what you get, asshole!”

Your moment of female satisfaction proves to be short-lived, however, when your bounty hunter recovers. Now the two of you are glaring at each other on opposite sides of the bed. The only downsides are one: his fine ass is the closest to the door. And two: you’re naked and he’s not.

“Bad move, Duchess.” He growls, absently massaging his stomach. “Could’ve sworn we’ve talked about you needin’ to take your lickin’ like a good girl.”

“Guess I forgot how.” You snipe back, offering up a delicate shrug. 

“Don’t worry.” Your bounty hunter is breathing hard now, his nostrils flaring in anticipation. “Daddy’s here to remind you any time you need it.”

“No, thanks. I’ll pass.”

It was definitely a longshot, but you could make a run for the stairs. There was also the closet, but that wouldn’t been much help since Ari hadn’t yet bothered to reattach the fucking door. So, back to the stairs it was. 

Meanwhile, the man in question is busying himself by putting on another shirt. Since he got the feeling that he was about to have a fight on his hands, he figured it would be smart to go into battle fully clothed.       

Your attention returns to your stubborn bounty hunter. You watch with baited breath as he begins to come around to fetch you – or at least he tries – only to find himself being assaulted by the various throw pillows you now make him keep on the bed. 

You hit him with everything you’ve got. And when you find yourself out of ammunition, you bust out your secret weapon: your Perfect in Pink body spray, brought to you by Bath & Body Works. 

Which you decide to spray – directly in his face, briefly blinding him. However, there’s no time to gloat or even enjoy the feeling of one-upmanship. Not when escape is just within reach. You smile in triumph when your fingers brush the doorframe.

Unfortunately for you, the next thing you feel is a thick arm banding itself around your waist and hauling you backwards against Ari’s broad chest. The erratic thumb of his heartbeat matches yours as you both try to catch your breath. He adjusts your positions as he continues to cradle your body, his large hand now coming to rest on the softness of your belly. 

“Are you done now?” Ari finally asks, the words sounding rough. “Or do we need to go another round?” 

Damn. You hadn’t given him this much hell over a punishment in a long time. Maybe not even since the first time you witnessed him take off his belt. At least you hadn’t bitten him. Again.     

“I–I’m done.”

“Glad to hear it.”

You both continue to stand there. And you don’t dare move, especially as the gravity of the situation finally hits you. Much like a well-timed elbow to the ribs.

“Alright, Duchess.” He growls low, but you hear him all the same. “I’m gonna give you two options.” One proprietary begins to move down south to none-too-gently cup your still-incredibly soaked pussy. “One. You can either walk your bratty self back over to that bed, drape yourself over those pillows, and accept your punishment with the proper grace of a young lady. Or..”

Your eyes flutter closed as you wait for your man to finish. If you were being honest, you knew from experience not to expect the second option to be any better than the first. In fact, it would probably be worse.

“Or.” Ari continues. “You can get dressed to go downstairs. Head outside. And pick yourself a switch.” 

“I’m gonna go with option one.” You tearfully respond, wiping at your eyes. 

Of course it was too little, too late for tears. But this was also something that tended to happen after you threw what your man liked to refer to as “a tantrum”.

“Go on then.” He orders, finally releasing you. But not before gifting you with one good, solid smack to your rump. “And don’t even bother with those crocodile tears, baby. They’re not gonna move Daddy one bit.” 

As you trudge back to your dreaded perch, you belatedly realize that the “D-word” was back. You’d slipped up once and accidentally called Ari “Daddy” in bed. And now the moniker occasionally crept into certain aspects of your relationship. Like now, when you took being a brat to the next level.   

Still pouting, you settle yourself back onto your pillowed throne. And then you wait. For Daddy to come finish his job of tanning your ass.

“Get that butt up. Yep, just like that. Now, show me that pussy.” After a period of brief hesitation, you finally force yourself to obey. “There she is. Fuckin’ soaked, just like we both knew she would be.” You shudder when you feel his fingers reach between your thighs to play in your wetness, gingerly stroking them over your puffy lips.

“Are you sorry for how you behaved just now?” He asks, abandoning your most intimate flesh to fetch an item off the nightstand. You can’t see which one, because you know without having to ask that you’re not allowed to turn around.

“Yes, Daddy.” You breathe, hating the way your pussy creams at Ari’s blatant show of authority. 

“Hm.” Ari nods sagely as he peruses everything he’d brought upstairs earlier before ultimately picking up his belt. “Does that mean you’re finally ready to start again?” He had intended to let you choose between his belt, the spoon, or the spatula. But after the stunt you’d just pulled, your ability to choose had been regulated to the bed or a switch. 

“Y-yes, Daddy.” 

“Good.” He hums. “I’m afraid you’ve just earned yourself a taste of Daddy’s belt, princess.” Your man doesn’t miss the way you subtly arch your back, offering your delectable ass up in penance. And in invitation. 

“Nooo.” 

“Yesss.” He sings back with a chuckle. And then he taps your core with the cool leather, purposely making contact with your swollen little clit that’s currently peeking through your folds. “And you’re gonna take all of it without fighting me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Knowing your spanking is about to recommence, you force yourself to take a deep breath. After all, you’d brought this on yourself.  

A smirking Ari doubles his black belt, purposely snapping the leather because he likes to see you jump. You deserve to be nervous. But that also doesn’t mean he’s going to spank you like that. This was a reminder, not a whoopin’. 

That type of punishment was reserved for when you did something stupid. Like doing something reckless or putting yourself in danger. You hadn’t earned one of those yet – and he prayed you never would. But that also didn’t mean he wouldn’t light your butt up like the Fourth of July if he felt you deserved it. 

Instead he undoubles it before wrapping it around his fist until roughly only six or seven inches of it is left free. He wouldn’t leave welts, but by the time he was through, your ass would be tender. And the pillow you were currently laying on would be soaked.

After that, Ari would give you what you really wanted: his cock. When you were finished apologizing, he would bend you back over the edge of that bed and fill you up right. Dick you down so good, and so hard, and so deep that you would feel him for days. Regardless of whether or not you were busy trying to do work around your shop, or sit down at your desk to file an invoice, you wouldn’t forget what had happened here, today, any time soon. 

Or at least until it was time for you to go and do the next pain in the ass thing. 

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Errors In Judgement

Summary: Ari reminds you that he’s a possessive bastard who doesn’t fucking share… Be sure to check out the sequel, Errors in Brat Taming.

Warnings: Ari Being A Menace, Possessive!Ari, Jealous!Ari, Brat!Reader, Bad Decisions, Social Media Pranks, Talk Of Open Relationships, Manhandling, Chase!Kink, Praise, Spanking, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Since I’m still indisposed, I’m going to continue spamming you all with new content. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, all mistakes are my own. Likes and Reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading.

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Ari’s in his garage, minding his own business, when you decide to drop your tiny, playful bomb. It was harmless, really. Just a little something you’d seen while mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

You honestly can’t remember what social media app you saw it on. All you know is that it wasn’t TikTok - which meant you couldn’t possibly get in trouble with your man.

Ari hated TikTok with a passion. Mostly because in the past you’d used it as a way to torment him with funny little pranks. The last time you’d tried one — which had involved scissors and hot dog — the unamused brute had not only taken his closet door off the hinges in an effort to get to you — he’d also spanked your ass.

The big meanie.

But this wasn’t a prank. It was a question. So he couldn’t get mad. If he did, you would tell him it was against the law or something.

You bring him an ice cold glass of lemonade as he’s tinkering away. While you’d never been much for carpentry or power tools, whatever he was building looked pretty cool.

“Thank you, baby.” Ari rumbles, removing his safety gloves before accepting the drink. He gulps it down, obviously feeling parched. So much so that you make a mental note to fetch him another one once you’ve finished with your game.

“You’re welcome. Whatcha’ building?”

“A brand new workbench.” He responds, stepping back to survey his work. “I think it’s coming along fine.”

“I agree.”

You make a show of nervously looking around as you prepare to ask your question. You knew just how you were gonna do it too.

Ready. Set. Go.

“You know, I was just talking to my friend, Erica, a little while ago.”

“The paralegal, right? How’s she doin’?”

“Fine, fine.” You tell him, moving to the side so he can make sure a shelf is even. “Nothin’ much to report really.”

“Good.” He mutters, not really paying attention to you as he uses his pencil to mark a wooden board.

“Although, she did tell me that she’s been seeing this guy for a while.”

You fold your arms across your chest as you make a show of looking around the room. His garage door is open, allowing fresh air into the space.

“Anyway, things have been going great. But she was telling me life has gotten even better when she asked him if they could start seeing other people - like open their relationship. And ever since things have been going amazing for them. She’s got a second boyfriend. He’s looking for another girlfriend. And I was thinkin’…” You trail off as you bite your thumb.

At this point you have your bounty hunter’s complete and undivided attention. And the look he’s currently giving you would have any sane woman backtracking with the quickness.

“Duchess.” Ari takes a deep breath, wiping his hands on his tan Aerosmith t-shirt as he sets aside his drill.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Just where the fuck are you goin’ with this?”

The need for self-preservation has you taking a few tentative steps back. So you choose to rest an elbow on the hood of his truck, propping your chin on your hand.

“Well, I was thinkin’…” You give him an innocent shrug. “Since it’s workin’ for them, I might want to…”

“You were thinkin’…what?”

There’s no mistaking the incredibly dangerous gleam in his eyes, which is only overshadowed by the alarming tick in his bearded jaw.

“That I might want to try the whole seein’ other people thing.”

The smart part of you wants to duck behind his Nissan Titan in an effort to protect yourself. But the other part of you - the bratty, more impulsive side of you - decidedly aims to see your joke through.

Ari silently nods his head, his pursed lips letting you know he’s struggling to remain in control. Rising to his feet, he removes his baseball cap and begins lightly fanning himself.

It’s a few moments before he speaks, but when he does, his deep voice remains deceptively calm.

“You wanna see other people, Bird?”

“I mean, I thought we could try it.” You respond, anxiously shoving your hands in the back of your denim shorts.

“C’mere.” He beckons you closer, placing his cap backwards on his head. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe. If anything, I just want to take a walk. Maybe figure this shit out.”

“Okay, but you seem mad.”

“I promise, I’m not.” Ari smiles at you then, but it’s the slightly unhinged look in his vibrant blue eyes is what worries you.

When you don’t obey, he comes to you, snagging your arm before you can dance away.

“Let’s go on a walk.” He hums cheerfully, although his grip on your wrist is anything but gentle. “A short one. To the end of the driveway.”

“Umm…”

“Hush, goddamnit.”

Your Bounty Hunter whistles as you make your way to the end of the driveway and onto the sidewalk.

“Hey, Darren!” Ari calls out, waving to your forty-year-old neighbor who just moved in last month. “That yard’s lookin’ good, brother.”

He was definitely easy on the eyes, his body was packed with lean muscle, along with a nice set of dimples, and a great laugh. If memory served, he worked as a dietician at the local hospital.

“Thanks, man!” He yells back. “You and your lady should stop by for a beer some time. I’ll even throw some steaks on the grill.”

“You got it, fella!”

With a well-timed laugh, Ari moves on, dragging you with him down the sidewalk. A few minutes later, you come across Jim, a recently divorced, single father who is out teaching his son how to ride a bike.

“Ari.” You hiss, wincing when he abandons your wrist in favor of wrapping one thick arm tightly around your waist. “Why are we—?”

“Hush. Up.” He snarls under his breath.

Jim immediately lights up when he sees you both, greeting your man with a hearty handshake, and you with a polite hug.

“I see the kiddo here is a natural.” Ari says, pointing at the little speed demon currently zooming on his bike.

“That he is!” The proud father chuckles. “You two just out on a walk?”

“Yeah.” Your man responds, his large hand roughly squeezing your hip as if daring you to disagree. “We just needed a little fresh air, but I think it’s about time we head back. Don’t you agree, baby?”

“Uh, yeah.” You mumble, pasting on a smile. “It was great seeing you.”

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The walk back is short and tense, what with Ari refusing to relinquish his hold on your waist. Neither one of you utters a word as he guides you through the garage and into the house.

Your pulse kicks up as you reach the kitchen. And it only gets worse when your bounty hunter orders you to take a seat at the table.

Alright. Clearly you’d fucked up.

“Are you happy now?” Ari grumbles, his voice coming out rougher than what you’re used to.

“I-I don’t understand.” You tell him, feeling completely lost, but also rightfully nervous. “Why did we just—?”

“You said you wanted to see other men.” He leans back his chair, his eyes glittering dangerously. This man was pissed, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. “You saw ‘em. So now you can call your friend, Erica, and tell her you’re all good.”

“Okay, about that, Ari…” You raise your hands in surrender. “I just meant…uh…well shit.”

Ari grips the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white as he battles his temper. He didn’t want to yell, but he was two seconds from doing it anyway if it would help him make his point.

“Sweetheart, if you ever, EVER, bring another man in this house, under the impression that he’s about to end up in my bed, enjoying my woman, then you have my word that you’ve just bought yourself a deadman.” He snarls through gritted teeth.

“Ari, I was just—“

“I thought I made it clear from the beginnin’ that I do not share. You got yourself a possessive bastard for a fella, Duchess.” He continues, his voice deepening the longer he speaks. “And I ain’t about to sit here and apologize for it either.”

“I know, baby. But—“

“The only butt you need to worry about is yours, sweetness. Because all I can think about right now is bending you over this table reminding you just who the fuck you belong to.

Knowing you need to come clean, you bury your face in your hands and mumble out: “It was a joke.”

“Excuse the fuck outta me?!

Time slows down as your world goes quiet. Ari just sits there, his head cocked to the side as he tries to make sense of what you’d just said. Aware that you now only had seconds to try to save yourself, you shoot up from the table and make a mad dash for the living room.

Seriously. When would you learn?

“Now, Beast, wait!” You exclaim the moment he gives chase.

Thank God you managed to put the couch between you two. If there was ever a time you needed a buffer between you and your man, it was now.

“I’m afraid your Beast doesn’t wanna wait.” He fumes, his chest heaving as he prowls closer. “Because if you think I ain’t about to tan your ass before I make you choke on my dick — the only dick you’ll be enjoyin’ from here on out—you have lost your beautiful mind.”

“Just calm down.” You plead, silently promising that you’ll never pull a prank on this man ever again. “I was kidding, okay? I just wanted to see your reaction is all.”

“You want my reaction?” Your bounty hunter snarls softly. “How bout you come bend that disrespectful ass over the edge of this couch and I’ll show you my reaction.”

“I swear I don’t want any other man but you, baby.” You reassure him, all the while ready to run again if you need to. “You’re it for me.”

Still not satisfied, an annoyed Ari lunges as you take off again, leaping over the couch like it’s nothing. Now out of options, you find yourself back in the kitchen.

Fuck!

Out of desperation, you make a beeline for the sink. Creativity has you turning on the water before grabbing the sprayer, holding it in front of you like a weapon.

Your beast of a man needed to cool down, and you knew just how to do it.

However, aware that you have nowhere else to go, Ari takes his time joining you in the kitchen. You shiver when you get a good look at him. His hair is all mussed and his body is tense, his corded muscles on display. The things this man was going to do to you…

“Stay back!” Any other time you would be laughing your ass off. But not this time.

“You know, Duchess.” Ari begins, acting as if you hadn’t just apoken. “I accidentally prayed for you. Bet you didn’t know that.”

“Huh?” You almost put down the sprayer before thinking better of it.

“Oh yeah. It had to be about five, six years ago. I was drunk in this seedy motel room.” He says with a grin, scrubbing a hand along his beard. “And I found myself wishin’, or prayin’ rather, that fate would send me a woman. But not just any woman mind you.”

Ari continues moving closer, stalking you like every bit of the predator he was.

“I prayed for a sweet little thing, someone I could love and cherish. A woman who could keep my attention, and hopefully know her way around the kitchen.” He smiles at you then, but you know better than to trust it.

“And then, wouldn’t you know it? Fate sent me to this podunk to give me you. Everything I asked for, a little spitfire gift -wrapped with a pretty smile, gorgeous curly hair, and a body boasting the kinda curves that oughta be illegal in at least eleven states.”

You didn’t even know what to do with that. Because it was hands down the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to you.

“Fate gave you to me. Challenged me to learn how to handle you with all that sass.” There’s a feral gleam in his eyes as he speaks. “But, baby, you are my gift. And I don’t care how crazy it sounds, because I ain’t givin’ you back.”

“I don’t want you to give me back.” You tell him, feeling both stunned and overwhelmed. “If you tried I wouldn’t go.”

“Hm.”

You’re not sure if he believes you, but when your handsome beast approaches you this time, you almost put down the sprayer. Almost.

“Put that shit down and come talk to me.” Ari orders, his tone a combination of softness and authority. “Be a good girl and come see to your man. It’s high time you apologize for this bullshit.

You eye him warily as he begins to undo his belt. He either wanted to fuck you for being a brat, or he was planning to…oh God.

Ari sets it on the counter, keeping it in arms reach. And then he reaches for one of the wooden spoons you kept on hand for cooking, followed by a spatula.

Absolutely not.

“You look a little worried, Duchess.” The smug grin gracing his lips widens in anticipation. “I just wanna make sure you have options. Best way to learn your lesson.”

Just when it looks like he’s about to make a grab for you, you close your eyes and click the button on the sprayer. It hits him in the face on full blast, leaving him wet and sputtering.

Once you realize what you’ve done, you immediately drop the nozzle and back away from the sink. You know that you just fucked up even more.

“Oh God! Beast I’m so sorry. I-I panicked and then I…well, you know. Are you okay?”

You watch nervously as he uses a dish towel to wipe his face and neck.

“It’s okay, Duchess.” Ari coughs as he goes to remove his shirt, revealing his well-muscled, hair covered chest. “Don’t worry about me.”

You open your mouth to speak, only for him to cut you off again.

“I’d be more concerned about what this Beast is about to do to your disrespectful ass. Or the way I’m gonna wreck that tight, fickle little cunt when I’m done.”

“Ari…let’s just talk about this.”

“You wanna talk about it? Sure. When’s the last time I spanked that pussy?” He asks, using two thick fingers to haul you forward by the front of your shorts. “I mean, when’s the last time your man really made it cry?”

“I-I don’t remember.” Comes your timid little whisper, only for you to rise on your toes when he smacks your ass hard.

“Well, lucky for you, baby.” Ari presses a heated kiss to your damp brow. “Your man just decided he’s gonna use the rest of the evening to take you and this body on a nice, long walk down memory lane.”

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

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Hello 🤗 I am back to cause chaos lol I have had this thought for days. What about the reaction of Andy and or Ari if there girl goes and gets waxed down there and they usually go to a woman but this time it was a man ?

Summary: Ari doesn't approve of your latest trip to the spa.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Jealous/Possessive Ari Levinson, Arguments, Smut, Discussions of Personal Grooming Habits, Manhandling, Oral Sex (fem rec), Ass Slapping, Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You and Ari are in the middle of a conversation one evening, with both of you taking turns catching the other up on the events of your day. 

“Anyway, I can’t wait to try their new, revamped line of body butters they’ve got coming out next month.” You pause for a moment to shut the dishwasher before dutifully pressing start. “I remember the first time I used their hibiscus and papaya scrub – wait. Or was it the oil?”

You cast a glance over your shoulder at your handsome Bounty Hunter who’s been busy holding up a wall in your kitchen ever since he walked in the door less than fifteen minutes ago. You’re not the least bit surprised when you see him shrug, the poor man looking so lost it was almost comical.    

“Eh, I can’t quite remember.” Your fingers come up to tap your chin. “But whatever it was, it seriously had me smelling so good practically all flippin’ day.” 

Satisfied, you return your attention back to tidying up your kitchen. Since Ari had texted saying he’d already eaten and you hadn’t wanted to leave the clean-up to the last minute, you’d decided to tackle it before you got too tired and didn’t feel like doing it anymore.

“Now, Beast, if you find yourself hungry in the middle of the night you just go on and help yourself. And don’t forget about the biscuits.” You tell him as you move to wash your hands. “They are literally the backbone of the entire dish.”

A beat goes by before your rugged companion responds. And when he finally does, it’s with something you least expect.  

“So, I take it there weren’t any, uh, other lady waxers workin’ at that fancy spa place of yours today?” Ari coughs, appearing more than a little uncomfortable with the subject matter at hand. 

“Huh?” Confused, you lean back against the countertops before bracing yourself on your elbows. “That’s all you managed to get out of the last ten minutes?”

His sheepish response of “well, yeah” has you shaking your head in exasperation. 

“Of course there were. The staff at Ostara is almost all exclusively female.”   

“Oh. It’s just that…” He gazes up at the ceiling, almost like he’s waiting for the right words to come tumbling down out of the sky. “When I asked how your day was a little bit ago, you mentioned that someone named Michèle handled your waxing appointment. I just assumed it was a woman...” 

“Nope.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “Michèle is most definitely a guy.”  

“Okay.” Ari blows out an uncertain breath the same time as one of his big hands comes to rub at the back of his neck. “Not too sure how I feel about that.”

“About what?”

He gives a lame shrug before jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “‘I guess I’m just not too keen on the idea of another man seeing you…like that. In fact I know I’m not.”

His words have your mouth falling open. “Beast!” You exclaim, slapping an incredulous hand to your forehead. “I promise that we kept everything strictly professional.”

“Never said it wasn’t.” He mumbles, even as he continues glowering at you from across the room.   

“Welp, now that we cleared that up I think I’m ready for bed.” You push away from the counter, intending to put an end to the discussion by heading upstairs. Although a part of you should’ve known that it couldn’t possibly be that easy. “If you decide you wanna join me, you might wanna try getting over yourself first.” 

“Now hold on.” He goes to reach for you as you pass by, but because you see it coming, you manage to dance out of the way. “Bird, wait!”

You simply didn’t have the energy to argue with him about something as trivial as this tonight. He could get over it, or he could go home.

“Slow down a second, woman!”

To your credit, you manage to make it all the way to the top of the stairs and into your bedroom without looking back once. Not that you needed to anyway since you could feel that your Bounty Hunter was hot on your heels. 

“Hey!” Ari growls, snagging a fistful of your oversized sleepshirt and hauling you flush against his hard chest. “You know I hate it when you walk away in the middle of a conversation. Drives me fuckin’ nuts every single time.”

Now that you knew to be true. It was part of the reason you always kept that move in your back pocket. Because it always bought you time while pissing him off. 

“You were being ridiculous.” You tell him, reaching behind you to twine your arms around his neck. “But if you’re finished, I suppose I could be convinced to let you take me to bed.” 

All is quiet for a moment as your eyes flutter closed, your body content to relax as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. A hint of a smile tugs at your mouth when you feel two large, warm hands settle on your hips, followed by a whisper of lips tracing along the shell of your ear. 

“How ‘bout you finish telling me about why you let another man see what’s mine?” While Ari manages to keep his tone low and even, there’s no mistaking the fact that he’s pissed.

And just like that, the spell is broken. Immediately, you pull away – surprised when he lets you go. 

“Seriously?” You snap, almost tripping over your own two feet. “I already told you, the girl who usually does it called in sick. What else did you expect me to do, Ari? Skip it?”

“Well, maybe.” Ari grunts, his sensual lips curving into a frown. “Not sure why you even felt the need to subject yourself to that shit in the first place. I had no idea when I left you this morning that you were planning to abuse my pussy like that.” You watch as he runs an agitated hand through his chestnut locks. 

“Just so we’re clear, this is my body we’re talking about, okay? Which means I'm in control of what happens to it.” You perch on the edge of the bed, your entire body bristling with annoyance. It was a shame that your man refused to let this one ride.

“Bullshit.” He hisses before grabbing the bottom of his faded gray t-shirt and dragging it over his head. “I’m not talking about your body, I’m talking about my pussy. The same greedy cunt I find myself feedin’ damn near everyday.”

“Oh, don’t be crass.” Your tone is rife with indignation, even as you feel your cheeks heat. 

“Who the hell’s bein’ crass, Duchess? All I’m doing is telling the truth.” Next he goes to work on his jeans, unfastening the button and zipper before dragging them down his legs and kicking them into a random corner of the room, leaving him clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs. “I tell you all the time about how fucking greedy she is, don’t I?”

Okay, fine. But that didn’t mean he had to be so loud about it. So what if you hadn’t been the type to enjoy sex all that much before Ari came along? Now you couldn’t get enough. Where was the crime, officer?  

“I’m not that greedy.” You pout, doing your best to ignore the wetness coating your thighs.

“Baby.” Ari murmurs, bridging the distance so that he can bend down to take your lips in a brief kiss. “How many times have you been done – I’m talking absolutely spent – and she hasn’t wanted to let me go?” He briefly distracts himself by twisting one of your curls around his finger. “So I’ve gotta take you again. Fuck you even longer and harder so she’ll finally let us both get some rest.” 

“I–I’m not even sure I know what you’re talking about.” Except you absolutely did know what he was talking about. And it was absolutely true. Well, most of it anyway. 

“Is that so?” Ari murmurs as his voice dips, his tone pitched to arouse. “Then perhaps you need me to help jog your memory.” His leans in trail a line of soft, sensual kisses along the curve of your throat. 

“Maybe.” You rasp, tilting your chin up so as to grant him easier access. 

“I’ll do whatever you want so long as today is the last day I ever have to hear about you letting another man see what’s mine.”

“That is IT!” You snap, shooting off the bed so fast you barely miss smacking heads. “Fuck you, Ari Levinson! If you’re so hellbent on making something out of nothing then you can just see yourself out already.”

“I can’t help it if what I’m feeling actually feels like something instead of nothing.” You can’t help but notice the way his heated gaze tracks your every movement. 

“For the last time, I went to a salon and spa to see a licensed esthetician for a professional waxing appointment like I have done for ages. Today it just so happened to be with a guy.” This time when he tries to touch you’re quick to slap his hand away. “Nothing happened other than me enduring having hot wax poured onto, and then subsequently ripped off of, my nether regions. That is it.” You huff, poking him in the chest with your finger. 

“And I’m trying to tell you that you didn’t need to put yourself through all that.” You jump when he nips at the offending finger, gently catching it between his teeth. “Not for me. I don’t mind a little hair. Doesn’t bother me any.”

Well, you would be sure to file that one away for future reference.

“But I didn’t do it for you, you goof!” You yank your hand away, attempting to put some distance between yourself and the annoying, half-naked Bounty Hunter standing in front of you. “I did it for me. It’s part of my…my self-care, or whatever.” Your pulse speeds up when you watch him reach inside his boxers to adjust his rapidly hardening cock. “Okay? But I won’t use Michèle again if it bothers you that much.”

“Appreciate that.” Ari nods once, his perfect teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he slowly backs you into a corner. “But I wanna put it on record that I’m the type of man who’s gonna enjoy his meal however you’re fixin’ to serve it, sweet Bird.”

Holy shit. Why the fuck did that make your pussy gush the way it just did?

“M–meaning?” You gasp when you collide with a nearby wall. Grinning, Ari slips a wandering hand between your bodies, pleased when he finds you naked and wet for him. He cups your bare pussy, reveling in the way your sticky honey eagerly coats his palm.  

“I just don’t want you thinkin’ about depriving me because you’re in between appointments, or 'cuz your regular gal has to reschedule.” You let out a whimper when Ari grinds the heel of his palm against your swollen clit. “I’m afraid that’s not going to work for me. Or, I suspect, for her.” 

“You’re so bossy.” You whine, rising on your toes as he continues to tease you. “You really gotta work on that.”

“You think so, beautiful Bird?” He gazes down at you through lidded eyes, his easy grin bordering on indulgent. And then he applies more pressure, not missing the way your toes curl into the plush carpet as pleasure begins to overwhelm you.        

“Uh huh.” Your hands go to grip his forearm, perhaps hoping to better increase the friction. 

“Then I reckon I just might owe you an apology.” And truth be told, he recognized that he probably did. It was entirely possible that he let the whole Michèle thing bother him more than it ought to. Perhaps he’d sleep on it and see how he felt about it all tomorrow. Or not.

But for now, there was something else he could do to help mend things – provided he was willing to get a little filthy. 

Ari surprises you by removing his hand. But just when you’re about to pitch a fit, he drops to his knees in front of you. “Let me make it up to you, sweetheart.” He begins as his fingers trail their way along the soft skin of your calf. “Let me apologize for giving into some of my baser instincts, like the neanderthal you’ll probably wanna claim that I am.”

“Beast–” You open your mouth to respond, only to let out a surprised squeal when he picks up your leg and drapes it over one of his broad shoulders. “Jesus!”

“Hush.” He then leans in to bestow a hot, open mouthed kiss to your exposed pussy. He groans against your most intimate flesh, savoring the sweet, earthy taste of you. “Need to make sure she’s okay before I start apologizing too much.” Is all he says before he goes back to burying his face between your thighs, nuzzling at your glistening folds with the tip of his nose. 

“Are you sensitive anywhere?” Ari growls, his voice coming out slightly muffled as he circles your throbbing bundle of nerves with his skilled tongue. “Sore?”

“No.” You breathe, lightly running your fingers through his dark brown strands. “In fact, I feel ah-may-zing.” You finish with a tiny giggle.

“Good.” 

That’s your only warning before your world suddenly shifts as Ari tosses your other leg over his shoulder. Next thing you know, he’s back to standing at his full height. And you’re now touching the ceiling with your thighs locked around his head.     

“Omigosh!” You cry, the sound of your nervous laughter filling the room. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t – ooh…oh God yes…yesyesyes!” You smack your open palm against the ceiling as your Bounty Hunter begins to eat you like a man starved. 

“Oh don’t stop, Beast, please!” You sob, grinding your dripping pussy against Ari’s face, soaking his beard just the way he likes.  

Words, rough and unintelligible, rumble out from somewhere deep in his chest. And while you may not be able to understand him, you know exactly what he’s trying to tell you. His hands gripping your ass to hold you in place are enough to drive the message home. 

You were to take everything he gave you like a good girl. His good girl. So you do. You practically scream yourself hoarse as Ari takes his time tormenting you with every sensual flick, every tortuous swirl of his wide, flat tongue.

He gets off on the way he's making your legs shake, the sound of you unbridled cries and soft whimpers leaving him painfully hard. But still he doesn’t stop. He continues taking his time, worshiping you the best way he knows how.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Ari grunts when he finally comes up for air, his breaths coming in sharp pants. “But I’m still gonna need a little more time to work on my apology.” One of his hands delivers a swift blow to your ass, making you yip. “Really need to reconsider my behavior today while I put a fresh spitshine on my pussy.” He winks at you then, letting you know that he means every word.

“I’m sure she won’t mind.” He quips with a grin, his chin still shiny with your juices. “And neither will you.”

END

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Ice, Ice, Baby

Summary: Lying to Ari is never a good idea, even when you feel like you're on the verge of becoming a burden...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Arguing, Nosey Neighbors, Soap Operas, Insecure!Reader, Light Angst, Brat!Reader, Manhandling, Allusions to Oral Sex, Mentions of Oral Sex, Physical Hurt, Mentions of Spanking, Mentions of Edging, Overstimulation, Remote Controlled vibrators, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Hey, ya'll! I'm finally happy to be back with something new. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“Fuck!”

At first, you’re not sure what happened. One minute you were on your feet, attempting to dig a path through the snow covering your driveway, and the next, you’re sprawled on the ground looking up at the sky. 

Pain radiates down your side as you struggle to catch your breath. While the snow itself was soft, the concrete hidden underneath was remarkably unforgiving. Groaning softly, you attempt to sit up before quickly thinking better of it.

Well, thank goodness you’d landed your hip and not your head. 

“Child, are you alright?” 

Apparently all the commotion had gotten the attention of your elderly neighbor, Ms. Louanne. The last thing you needed was for her to slip and fall in a bid to help you. 

“I’m fine!” You call back, your voice cracking over the sound of the wind. “Just…just gimme a minute.” Blinking back tears, you force yourself to roll over onto your belly. It takes you a second, but the fact that you’re able to do it confirms that nothing was broken. 

But you were going to be sore as hell tomorrow. 

Your hands sink into the snow as you push yourself up so that you’re now resting on your knees. That’s when you realize that you’d somehow lost a glove. Looking around, you spy it laying a few yards away, next to your fallen shovel. 

“Should I call Ari?” Your neighbor asks, her fingers clutching at the edges of her pink housecoat to ward off the cold. “Why isn’t he out here helpin’ you?” 

“N–no! Really, I’m okay.”

‘Oh please don’t do that, Ms. Louanne.’ You think to yourself, shuddering at the mere thought of him finding out that you’d busted your ass while shoveling snow AFTER he’d explicitly told you to wait for him. You honestly weren’t sure if you could handle the epic, six-foot, four-inch, sized tantrum you just knew he would throw. 

It wasn’t that you were impatient – you just hadn’t wanted to leave your vehicle stranded in the middle of the street while you waited for him to finish up his business at the station. Bell’s Creek wasn’t accustomed to this kind of weather. And although the salt trucks had done their best, the roads were still incredibly slick. Abandoning your car like that had the potential to cause a serious accident.

Knowing that you had to finish what you started, you slowly climb to your feet and begin dusting yourself off. Normally you loved the snow – provided you stayed indoors, wrapped up in a blanket with a good book and a steaming mug of hot cocoa. But as far as today was concerned?

You never wanted to see another snowflake ever again. 

Not yet willing to admit defeat, you amble over to your fallen glove. An unexpected gust of icy cold wind has you gritting your teeth as you grab your shovel. If you worked fast, you were pretty sure that you could be done before Ari pulled up. Sure he’d be pissed, but you were also pretty confident that you’d be able to distract him with the pretty little package you had tucked in the back of your closet.

The sound of the older woman’s voice snaps you back into the present. “Honey, if I had a fella like yours, the last thing I’d be doin’ is shovelin’ my own drive way.” One hand comes up to shield her eyes from the wind while the other grips the railing for support. “I’ll be sure to have a talk with that young man the next time I see him.”

Goddamnit, Ms. Louanne. We can’t have you doin’ that either.

“Seriously, Ari is fine. He’s just busy.” You tell her, taking a moment to retie your scarf so that it covers the bottom half of your face. “But my car got stuck, and I didn’t want to wait for him to dig me out.”

“Hmph.” Is all she says before she takes a dainty seat on her porch swing. “Well, I’ll be damned if you think I’m gonna leave you out here all alone. Not after the spill you just took.” She belatedly gestures for you to continue shoveling while she looks on, her lips pursed with finality.

While the kind gesture warms your heart, you’re also certain that you wouldn’t be able to concentrate knowing she was out here shivering because of you. However, when you try to tell her as much, she swiftly cuts you off, dismissing your protests with a prim little shrug. 

Sweet little Ms. Louanne was not the kind of woman to be told what to do.  

“Come on now, Ms. Louanne.” Rolling your shoulders, you dig into the fresh powder before tossing it to the side. “It’s too cold for you to be out here like this.” 

The woman responds by wrapping her coat even tighter around her thin frame. “Then I guess you’d better get a move-on before we turn into a coupla’ icicles, huh?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” You grunt, redoubling your snow clearing efforts. The ache in your side eventually subsides into a dull throb as you work. You’d have time to worry about your injuries later. 

Right now, there was simply too much work to be done. Besides, if your time as The Bell’s star softball pitcher had taught you anything, it was how to play through the pain.  

An Hour Later…

“What the hell, baby?” 

The sound of your bounty hunter’s deep growl has you immediately bolting up from the couch – a move you immediately regret. Although the tylenol you’d popped earlier had helped some, your limbs were still stiff. Which means you have to use the arm of the sofa to help you stand so you could begin making your way towards the kitchen. 

It’s tough, but you somehow manage to keep yourself from limping. 

“Comin’, sugar.” As you hobble along, you can’t help but pray that he wouldn’t be too annoyed.   

Rounding the corner, your eyes light up when you catch sight of your handsome beast of a man, who’s currently scowling in the middle of the room. Delight fills you when you see he’s wearing the black Carhartt jacket you’d given him as a Christmas present, along with a matching skull cap. Snow clings to his beard as he begins to undo his scarf, setting it on the nearby counter.

“I thought you said you were stuck?” Ari rumbles, raising a tawny brow while he removes his gloves.

“I was. But then I got unstuck.” 

Overwhelmed with desire to be close to him, you bridge the distance between your bodies, twining your arms around his neck. Pulling his head down, you press a sweet kiss against the tip of his nose, which is still pink from the cold. 

“And how’d you manage that, little Bird?” Instead of responding, your lips glide a path along the curve of his sculpted jaw, tracing their way to his mouth. You know he knows what you’re doing – this wouldn’t be the first time you tried to distract him like this. 

“Does it matter?” You ask, wincing slightly when one of his large hands settles on your injured hip. “You’re so cold, Beast. I think we need to warm you up.” Placing your hand over his, you guide it to your ass, moaning softly when he gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“Thought I told you to wait for me?” You can sense his annoyance beginning to fade when his thick fingers find their way under your shirt. It’s impossible to miss the sudden intake of breath when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. “It pisses me off when you don’t fuckin’ listen. You don’t even have the proper shoes to be out in that shit.”

He was right about that one. Your precious chucks had been no match for the frozen tundra that was your driveway. Just ten minutes outside had left your toes feeling like they were on the verge of frostbite.

“It was a neighbor’s kid.” You tell him, only to giggle when he picks you up to carry you up to your bedroom. “Said he wanted to do a good deed.” The lie tumbles out of your mouth with ease. And even though you know it’s wrong, you decide to just go with it.

 What Ari didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him – or you.

“Is that right?” He rasps, nuzzling his nose against your wild curls. “Guess I oughta be grateful you had some help. A sweet thing like you has no business shovelin’ her own snow.”

“I’ve been doin’ it for years, Ari.” You politely point out, clinging to him even tighter as he makes his way up the stairs. Even though you’d been together for a while, you still weren’t used to the way this man could handle you as if you weighed nothing. It was an act that never failed to turn you on. 

“I said what I said, Bird.” He shoulders his way through your bedroom door, his soft lips ghosting over yours before he unceremoniously dumps you on the bed. “You can try to change my mind all you want, but I’ve been thinking about eating this pussy all day.” 

“O-okay.”

Ari tugs at your leggings, thankfully stopping just short of shredding them. Thank goodness, you think to yourself. Because this handsome beast was really doing a number on your wardrobe.

“Maybe we can have another conversation after I’ve finished my meal.”  

The Next Morning…

Flipping on the light, you slowly hobble your way into your bathroom. This morning you’d woken up sore all over, with the stiffness in your hip feeling even worse than before. Knowing you kept a stash of Tylenol in your medicine cabinet, you fill up a glass of water and choke down a couple of pills. 

You prayed they would kick in soon. It’d be impossible to keep up yesterday’s charade if Ari caught you limping. 

With a grimace, you step back from the counter and turn on the shower. Hopefully the hot water might help your aching muscles. And then you return your attention to the mirror. There was no point in stalling any longer. It was time to see just how much damage you’d actually done to yourself. 

A quick glance at the door confirms that you remembered to secure the lock. That way you wouldn’t risk your man accidentally barging in while you stripped. Bracing yourself for the worst, you reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. Next up are your sweats. Gripping the elastic waistband, you begin to pull them down before letting them pool at your feet.

The entire process proves to be slow and painful. 

But what gives you pause is the large bruise that adorns your left hip. A tiny whimper catches in your throat when you try to bend your body to get a better look. Further examination confirms that it wasn’t just your hip you’d fucked up. Almost your entire left side is covered in bruises of various shapes and sizes. 

“Goddamnit!” You hiss, hiding your face in your hands as you wrack your brain for a new plan.

Maybe you could convince him that you fell at work. You could tell him that you slipped on some ice in the parking lot of your shop. Yeah, that might do it. 

Except then he’d be compelled to ask why you hadn’t said anything about it the day before. And then he’d be doubly pissed – not just because you’d kept a secret, but also because he’d been adamant about you staying home ahead of the winter storm. The handsome bastard had never been one to play about your safety. 

It was one of his sexiest, but also most vexing, qualities. 

Unfortunately for you, your plotting is interrupted by the jiggle of the door handle. That’s when you remember Ari Daniel Levinson didn’t do well with locked doors. In his mind, it was a dead giveaway that something was wrong. Which sucked, because he was usually right. 

“Baby…” The bounty hunter growls, once again trying the knob. “Everything good in there?”

“Uh, yeah.” 

“Then why’s the fuckin’ door locked?”

“Oopsie!” You hastily don your robe, tightly tying the belt around your waist while you move to undo the lock. “I was, uh, just about to get in the shower.” You mumble, as you throw open the door to reveal a confused and mildly disgruntled Ari. He stands in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the only exit. 

“You locked me out to take a damn shower?” The subtle cock of his head, followed by the narrowing of his eyes, gives the impression that he doesn’t quite believe you.

“Accident.” You shrug, lightly touseling his light brown locks with your fingers. “My hand must’ve slipped or somethin’.” And that’s when you notice that he’s all bundled up, save for his skull cap and boots. “Are you…goin’ somewhere?”

“It snowed again last night.” His suspicious gaze drifts to your clothes laying on the floor behind you. “Figured I’d go dig us back out just in case we lose power or something.” 

Had he known you planned to shower this early, he would’ve told you to wait until after he came back inside. He was passionate about conserving water. Or at least that’s what he liked to claim every time he climbed under the spray with you – whether he was invited or not.  

“Oh.”   

“Won’t be out too long.” He assures you as one large hand reaches out to tug at the belt of your robe, dragging you close. “Guy on the news says the windchill feels like negative two. So, I’m gonna need my woman to help warm me up again when I get back. You good with that, pretty Bird?” The mischievous gleam in his eyes has you instinctively clenching your thighs together with need. 

“I’ll make sure there’s a steaming mug of freshly made hot cocoa waiting for you.” You reply earnestly. “Complete with whipped cream and extra marshmallows.”

“Nah.” Ari chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I’m talkin’ body heat, sweetness.” He leans down, briefly resting his forehead against your own. “Best thing there is for hyperthermia.”

“Right.” You flash him a pained smile. “Well, I guess you’d better make it quick then.” 

One thick finger finds its way into one of your messy curls, giving it a playful twirl. You had no idea how much he was looking forward to being snowed-in with you. It was a fantasy that had been on loop for the past week. 

“Twenty minutes.” Your bounty hunter grunts, his pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “That’s all I need. And then you’re mine until the sun comes out or they send for search and rescue.” He adds with a teasing wink.

And then he’s gone. Your battered body sags against the wall as you listen to your man make his way down the stairs and out the front door – which is when it hits you. Unless you magically figured out a way to have a week-long headache, you were about to be in big trouble with the sweetest, surliest beast on two legs. 

“Fuck me…”     

Twenty Minutes Later: Ari’s P.O.V.

It doesn’t take him long to shovel a path through the snow – a fact for which he is grateful. But he was also a man who could appreciate a good workout. Which is why when he spies your elderly neighbor’s own snow-covered driveway, he decides he might as well dig her out too.

His Mama would have a fit if he left Ms. Louanne to fend for herself when he was perfectly capable of tackling the job on her behalf. 

So, as much as he wants to hang up his shovel so he can go back inside and spend the rest of the day snuggling in bed with you, he mosies on over to her place instead. A quick survey of her property leads him to believe that clearing her driveway won’t take very long. Besides, since someone helped you out yesterday, he wanted to pay the kind gesture forward. 

Ari is roughly ten minutes into his task when he hears the sound of Ms. Louanne’s door opening. He turns then, fully intending to greet his neighbor with a smile – only for it to die on his lips the second he gets a good look at her face. 

“I’d like to have a word with you, young man.” Your neighbor declares as she steps out onto her front porch. He finds himself briefly amused by today’s choice of housecoat, which is green and covered in flamingos. “Now I know you’re not from here, but there’s a certain way you’re expected to treat women in this town. I understand that you’re new, but I’m gonna aim to catch you up.”  

“Uh, sure thing, ma’am.” Confused, he looks down at the shovel in his hand. “If you’d be kind enough to give me a little time to finish with this, I’ll be right there.”

“Hmph.” Mrs. Louanne wrinkles her prim nose. “My stories come on in ten minutes and I don’t need any distractions for when that hussy, Brenda, finally confesses to Johnny that she’s been sleeping with his twin brother, James, for the past two years.”  

There’s nothing the bounty hunter can do to stop the weary sigh that escapes his throat. Instead, he tosses the shovel to the side before muttering an obedient “of course not”. “Can we, eh, at least step inside where it’s warm?” Ari’s not ashamed to admit he might’ve flashed his baby blues as a means to soften her up.

He knows it works when he notices the faint blush that stains her cheeks. But the woman remains undeterred. She was already primed and ready to fuss. And it appeared that a certain Ari Daniel Levinson was her intended target.

“I’ve already made you a cup of peppermint tea.” She replies, motioning for him to get a move-on. “I’ll let you add your own honey and sugar. Now hurry up before we both freeze to death.”   

One Hour Later…

“Hey there.” Ari rumbles as he comes up beside you. He braces his hands on the counter, caging you in with his big body. “Missed you.” His still-cold lips brush across your skin, making you shiver.

“What on earth took you so long?” You ask, turning to face him. He’d been outside for so long you found yourself starting to worry. “I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost in the snow.” Your halfhearted attempt at levity earns you a small smile from your chilled bounty hunter.

“Nah.” He reaches around to pluck the glass of whiskey out of your hands before taking a sip. 

“I was just about to pour you a glass, sugar.”

“No need, pretty Bird. But I did wanna ask you something...” Instead of handing it back, he puts the glass to his lips once more. His glittering blue gaze locks with yours as he tosses back the remainder of your drink, ignoring the steady burn in his throat. 

“Go for it, cowboy.”

“Hm.” Ari presses a swift kiss against your wild curls. “I want you to give me a reason – just one good reason – not to bend your stubborn self over this counter and tan your ass.” 

“W-what? Why?” You stammer, mentally kicking yourself for allowing him to catch you off guard. It only gets worse when he leans forward, trapping you between his brawny arms. 

“Okay, sweetness. I guess we can do this your way.” His unamused chuckle has you clenching your thighs together. If you were being honest, it was a rather common occurrence whenever you found yourself in trouble with your man. “What was the name of the kid who dug you out of the snow?”

“Why?” His question has you immediately on the defensive.

“Because I wanna stop by his house and give him a tip.” Ari deposits the cup on the counter next to him. “As a thank-you for taking care of my lady when I was stuck at the station.” His large hands move to frame your face, his thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks. 

“That’s not–I really don’t think that’s necessary.” Your eyes fall shut as you try and fail to come up with a more reasonable excuse.

“I disagree.” Comes his gruff reply, his voice lowering an octave. “So what was his name and what house is he in? I wanna get this over to him before the weather gets bad again.”

“His name is…umm…” 

His eyes narrow as he watches you struggle to come up with a believable response. That uneasy feeling in your stomach only gets worse when you realize that there is no getting out of this one. The handsome bastard knew something was up and was giving you just enough rope to hang yourself. 

“Pretty Bird?”

“Yeah?” You murmur as your head dips to rest against his shoulder.

“What’ve I told you about lyin’ to me?” Ari reaches out to grasp your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. One look is all you need to confirm that he’s definitely pissed. 

At you.   

“Beast, I can explain…” One of your hands comes up to wrap around his thick forearm in an effort to soothe him. It doesn’t work. But that’s the best you can think of at the moment.  

“There’s no need. Ms. Louanne already spilled the beans.” Ari’s grip goes slack as he takes a small step backwards. “And that was before she made me sit through an entire episode of  Magnolia Nights.” Later he would confess that he was counting in his head to help regain control of his temper. 

There was no one on this planet that could push him over the edge like this except for you. In the same way that you were the wind at his back, you were also the ultimate chink in his armor.      

Out of habit, your teeth go to worry your bottom lip. If there was one thing you knew about your man, it was that he despised soap operas. Actually, he wasn’t really a fan of dramas in general. He only tolerated them if you curled up with him on the couch and kept the remote out of reach.

A feat that was easier said than done. 

“Oh no.”

“Oh yeah, baby.” He runs an agitated hand through his damp hair before crossing his arms over his solid chest. “So, I’m gonna ask you one more time. “Gimme one good reason to keep from bendin’ you over and reddenin’ that luscious ass I’m so fond of. I’ll wait.” 

Unsure of what else to say, you allow your gaze to stray towards the door. Maybe if you hobbled fast enough you could beat him to the exit. Probably not. However, that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth a try…

“Eyes, Bird.” Ari demands, clearly annoyed by your silence. “Now.”

“I…” You trail off, briefly shaking your head when you feel your mouth begin to quiver. “I’m sore.”

You remind yourself that you’re a big girl who told a lie to the nosiest, most devoted bounty hunter on the planet. Had you been living in reality, then you would’ve realized that this was always going to be the outcome. 

“Ms. Louanne said you went down pretty hard.” Although he’s still plenty angry, his fierce gaze does soften at the idea of you being in pain. “Show me.”

“I already took some tylenol–”

“Show. Me.” Ari’s heat in tone makes it known that he’s in no mood to argue.

So, you do. You wince as you slowly drag down your sweatpants to reveal the bruises marring your skin. Of course, you figured he’d be mad. But what you don’t expect to hear is his sudden, sharp intake of breath. 

“Fuck, baby…” Ari tamps down his urge to yell. He knows it won’t solve anything – but he’d be damned if it wouldn’t feel good. “Looks like you really did a number on yourself.”

“Kinda.”

For a moment you’re both quiet, as neither one of you knows how to proceed. Ultimately, it’s your bounty hunter who breaks the silence. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you wait for me?” He rasps quietly before putting even more distance between your bodies. Your man clearly needed a minute, and you would do your best to respect that. “Like, what the fuck is so hard about that?”

“Because I had it under control.” Ari’s swift, derisive snort lets you know that he vehemently disagrees with your assessment of the situation. “Or at least I thought I did.” You amend as you square your shoulders with the intention to apologize so you two can move on. “Look, I’m sorry I–” 

“Why won’t you let me take care of you?” The lawman scrubs an exasperated hand over his bearded jaw. “Why the fuck is it so difficult to get you to understand that, as your man, there are things I’m here to do for you.”

“Because I’m not your obligation, Ari.” Your quiet admission surprises you both. However it was the truth. It was your truth.

“You’re not my…what?”

Any other time, you would take a moment to enjoy the stunned look on his face. But not today.

“Obligations get left behind. Especially when they become burdens.” You repeat, doubling down as you wrap your arms around your middle. “Why should I make you do something like shovel my driveway or dig my car out of the snow when I have two perfectly good legs and two perfectly good hands?”

“You think my wanting to shovel your snow – something I told you I would do, something I wanted to do – makes you an obligation?” 

The dangerous gleam in his eyes makes it clear that absolutely disagreed with your poorly worded statement. But at the moment, you’re too far gone to care.

“Yes.” 

“Okay.” Your bounty hunter hums, pinching the bridge of his nose as he resumes counting. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the number 45. “Okay. I’m good. I’m good.”

“Will you please just let me apologize so we can get past this mess?” You mumble, wishing you’d just been honest with him from the beginning. 

“No.”

“Ari.”

“Baby.” Ari replies as if you hadn’t spoken. “I wanna start by sayin’ you really know how to try a man’s patience.” One large hand comes up to massage the back of his neck. “But again, let’s do this your way.” His icy blue gaze locks with yours, almost as if he’s daring you to look away.

But you don’t – because you can’t. 

“When I come home to you at night, it’s almost always to a home cooked meal.” He leans against the counter, resting his chin on his palm. “Is that because you feel obligated to cook for me?”

“No.” You whisper back, all the while feeling like you were about to cry.

“Right. You do it because you love making sure I’ve had a good meal after a long day of eating like shit.” 

“When it’s the weekend and you jump on the couch or on the bed to surprise me with a brand new spaghetti western you found– which you know is my favorite kinda film – is that because you feel obligated to watch TV with me?”

“No.” 

“Hm. Interesting. Because if I had to wager, I’d say it’s because you like making me happy.” Ari continues on, undeterred by the sound of your sniffles. He’d see to you in a moment. But right now he felt the need to make his point and make it loud.

“And I can’t help but notice that you’re also the same woman who likes to leave me aggressive little love notes in my glove box at least once a week. Scented with your perfume, may I add. Do you feel obligated to do that?

“Well, no but…” You try to quickly wipe away your tears. Of course your man sees them anyway.

“Last question, sweetness.” It’s almost as if you blink and find yourself back in his arms. Ari lifts you then, setting on the counter to make sure he has your complete and undivided attention. “When you let me lay my head in your lap at night while you scratch my scalp at the end of a long day…is it because you feel obligated to help me relax? To make me feel cared for?”

“N-no.” By now the tears are coming full force. “I do it because–because–”

“Because you love me, right?”

“Yeah.” Your hand moves to cover your mouth even as your body begins to shake. God, sometimes you really were an idiot. 

“So, I’m guessing you can understand that the reason I was so adamant about shoveling your snow isn’t because you’re a burden. It’s because I love your crazy ass.” He affectionately flicks your nose, which just makes your tears even worse.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, burying your face in his chest. “I’m so sorry for being so stupid.”

Because yes, you’d fucked up. On a multitude of levels. You knew that. On account of the fact that you sometimes found it hard to let the man you loved do things for you. You never wanted to give him a reason to leave. And while Ari didn’t begrudge your independence, he did demand that you soften for him. 

He told you all the time that you needed a keeper. But once again, you just didn’t know how to let yourself be kept.      

“S’okay, little Bird. And don’t let me hear that word again, otherwise we’re really gonna have a problem.” He murmurs before hauling you close, although making sure to avoid your injured hip. “We’re gonna work on it, you and me. But first, we’re gonna get you in a bath with some epsom salts. And then we’re gonna ice that hip.” He rubs soothing circles against the small of your back. “You’re gonna take it easy these next coupla’ days, you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” You tell him, gently wiping your face on his shirt. Not that he minds any.

He just hated seeing you cry.

Eventually, he coaxes you upstairs and into a bath where makes you soak. Your evening is filled with comfy pajamas, your favorite chinese food, snuggles, and ice cream. But…

If you thought you were off the hook, you were sorely mistaken. Your sweet, overbearing bounty hunter was a big believer in always making sure you learned your lesson. And this time was no different – aside from the fact that he allowed three days for you to recover.

Which meant three days of watching this freakish snowstorm overtake your town. Three days of listening to people panic, hoping they’d purchased enough bread and milk to survive. And three days unknowingly watching your man plot out the perfect fucking punishment.

Three Days Later…

You bury your face in your couch as you let out a scream. The vibrator in your pussy pulses harder and faster once your captor realizes you’ve averted your gaze once again. It wasn’t your fault. 

Ari had been the one to buy the remote controlled toy to begin with – you’d just cosigned the idea. But now you were stuck perched on your couch while you watched your man prove had what it took to shovel your driveway.

So that he could convince you that you weren’t a fucking burden.

“Beast, please!” You whine as you readjust your Airpods. You’d already cum twice, and while the steady pressure on your swollen clit felt good, you had a feeling you were going to be sore tomorrow. “Gimme a minute, goddamnit!”

“But you’re not watchin’, little Bird.” He fires back, gifting you with a cheeky grin in your direction before going back to clearing the snow. 

“I swear I am!” A tear finds its way down your cheek as your hips buck on their own accord. “Ungh!”

“Stop whining.” Ari grunts, treating you to a glimpse of adjusting the remote connecting the vibrator he’d purposely fixed to your weeping cunt before he went on his merry way. “It’s only been twenty minutes and you’re already crying.”

“Because it’s a lot!” 

“You’re tough, sweetheart. You can take it.”

Shaking his head, he ratchets up the setting before resuming his task. According to Ari, bad girls needed to be punished. And there was no way around that. 

After today, you would never forget that this handsome bastard loved to punish you. Sometimes he edged you. Sometimes he spanked you. But apparently he was so worried about causing further damage to your hip that he’d opted to overstimulate you instead. 

The rules for this morning? You had to watch him shovel the snow while the device he’d picked out especially for you tortured your little clit.

“I’m sorry, Beast!” You cry, wishing you had what it took to remove this stupid vibrator. 

It felt amazing, sure. But if you turned it off it would notify your bounty hunter. And while laying down comfortably had been a challenge, you could only imagine the so-called spanking your man had initially felt compelled to give would be far worse. So you kept the damn thing on.  

“Just twenty more minutes, sweetheart.” His words come on the heels of an annoying chuckle. “Tell you what, you give me one more to let me know you’ve learned your lesson and I just might take pity on you.”

“Ungh!” You cry as you slam your fist against the fucking window. 

“Nah, baby.” He grins as he watches you all but hump your couch in an effort to find relief. “Try again. I’ma need you to be loud. Otherwise how else will I know you’re being sincere?” 

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

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Naked House Day

Summary: You make the mistake of agreeing to play a dangerous game with Andrew Barber…

Warnings: Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Smut, Brat!Reader, Sexy Games, Light Chase Kink, Manhandling, Oral Sex, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Spanking, Unsolicited Legal Advice, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. All mistakes are my own. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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You are currently fighting for your life. And the one person that didn’t give a shit about it just so happens to also be the love of your life — your fiance, Andrew Barber.

“C’mere, Baby Girl.” He coos as he rounds the kitchen table. You do the same, trying to be strategic as you continue to put distance between you two.

“For the last time, Andrew, you have a serious problem.”

“So what?” He shrugs. Your District Attorney also happens to be shirtless, clad in only a pair of black, silk pajama pants. “You know I’m going to catch you anyway.”

You point at him, making sure your voice remains firm as you tighten your robe around your waist. “I’m telling you right now that I need a break, okay? It’s like you’re out of your mind or something.”

“I fail to see what the problem is. After all, you’re the one who agreed to play Naked House Day.” He feints to the left, forcing you to move to the right.

Okay, yes you had been the one that had agreed to play this stupid game. But you hadn’t known it would be like this. It was like your man had morphed into a sex crazed monster.

“Big Man…I’m warning you right now not to come any closer. I have projectiles, and I won’t hesitate to use them.”

“Aw, baby.” Andy chuckles, not the least bit worried. “You can’t aim for shit.” He laughs again as an oven mitt whizzes by his head. “See? What did I tell you?”

“I’m tired.” You whine as you prepare to launch the second mitt. “I can barely stand as it is.”

“Then stop playing and come back to bed where you belong, sweetheart. You’re breaking the rules of the game.”

“My ass is sore. My limbs are dead. My throat is—“

“How about you let me ask your pussy?” Andy growls playfully, jamming his hands in his pockets. “My ring is on your finger, which means I have a legal right to talk to her.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You can’t help but laugh at the incredulousness of the entire situation.

How could you not? You’d just realized you had agreed to marry the closest thing there was to a sex addict!

“It’s true. In fact, I bet she wants to talk to me too. She’s dying to let me know how wet she is.” He winks, prowling even closer to where you’re currently standing.

“Then she’s insane. And we don’t engage with the insane, honey.”

You bury your face in your hands before quickly thinking better of it, remembering that you needed to keep an eye on this lovesick man at all times. Instead you elect to cup your mound in an effort to protect her from his advances.

“Baby Girl. As the resident legal expert of this household, I feel like I ought to inform you that the insanity plea is only used in roughly one percent of those cases. And within that realm, it’s only successful in approximately twenty-five percent of those cases, and I’m afraid this one doesn’t qualify.”

“Of course you would know that.” Comes your tired grumble, as his response makes you roll your eyes.

“That’s not very polite, little love.” Andy scolds, but thankfully there’s no real heat to his tone. “I’m starting to think you must want another spanking.”

You’d already gotten one of those earlier today.

Granted it had been one of those sensual, good girl spankings he sometimes doled out, but still…it had been a pretty intense experience.

“And I’m starting to think you need a time-out, Big Guy, like the ones you sometimes give me. Because already did it like three times. There’s no way you could be hard right now. It’s literally impossible.”

“Oh yeah?” He disagrees with a silky purr that does funny things to the butterflies in your belly. “Why don’t you come over and see for yourself?”

Andy grabs at his crotch, fisting a hand around his growing erection. Of course he was hard. Your District Attorney was almost always hard around you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Fuck. You were doomed.

“I never joke about my dick, sweetheart.” Swear to God, you were this close to slapping that smug grin off of his handsome face.

“At least give me an hour to recuperate.” You plead, looking for something else to throw.

This time you settle on a wooden spoon, only for you to miss the man entirely.

“How about I give you an hour while I tend to that sweet pussy.” Your Big Man responds as he moves closer, effectively backing you into a corner. “Is she wet for me, Baby Girl? Does she need her Daddy to make her feel better?”

“This is crazy.”

“Since when does being obsessed with my woman make me crazy?” He scoffs before lunging at you.

Although you manage to dodge him, he somehow snags a hold of your robe, hauling you against your hard chest. Andrew then buries his nose in your curls, inhaling the scent of your recently washed hair.

“Mm. You smell like papayas and coconut.” He inhales again, almost as if you were a drug. “Told you I would catch you when we were upstairs. Not sure why you didn’t believe me.”

His large hands roam across your body, taking a moment to lightly tweak your pebbled nipples. And then he goes for the tie to your robe, slowly undoing it to reveal your most intimate flesh.

“There she is.” Andy rumbles, his voice deepening an octave as his thick fingers eagerly part your puffy pussy lips. “And she’s dripping for me too. I love it.”

He brings his wet fingers to your mouth, silently demanding that you taste yourself.

“See how sweet and earthy you taste? Why would you ever think to deny me that?” You feel your Big Man’s sharp teeth nip at your jaw in annoyance.

“Because she’s been through a lot today.” You reply, sinking into his erotic embrace as he plays with your body.

It’s not like you could escape anyway.

“Then let me kiss her better. You just saw for yourself how much she needs me. How much you need me.”

Andy surprises you by turning you around picking you up before gently setting you on the counter. Parting your thighs, he nuzzles his nose against your incredibly sensitive clit, making you mewl.

“You know better than to deny me your pussy, beautiful girl.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You whisper softly as you cup his face with your hands, finally giving him permission to get his taste. “Are you…are you gonna eat me here or are we going back upstairs.

Frankly, it was time to accept the fact that you were going to have a hard time walking tomorrow.

“Nah, Baby Girl.” Andrew hums, gently sucking your swollen nub into his warm mouth, lapping it with his wicked tongue. I’ve decided to enjoy my meal in the kitchen, and you’re gonna let me.”

“Yes, Sir.” You breathe, running your fingers through his chestnut locks. He throws your bare legs over his broad shoulders, dragging you even closer.

“After all, sweetheart. You’re the one who agreed to playing Naked House Day.”

END

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Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock. “I already know you’d smell divine.” 

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

END

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[autumnrose40]

See, I can see it being very on brand for Ari absolutely loving you all natural. And having a very pretty bush downstairs, it is insanely on brand for this man.

[cevansbrat0007]

@autumnrose40 - The more I initially thought about it, the more I found myself agreeing with you. This man wants and loves you all natural...it turns him on more than a freshly waxed petunia ever would lol

[cevansbrat0007]

Bush

Summary: Ari wants a reward in return for helping you stay silky smooth all over...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Shy!Reader, Smut, Mentions of Oral Sex, Intimacy, Body Worship, Personal Grooming Involving A Razor, Discussions About Pubic Hair, Fantasies, Mentions of Sexy Photos and Spank Bank Material, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: New laptop, new story! Inspired by old prompts from @autumnrose40 and @vonalyn. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea, Beast.” You call out to your man who is busying himself by grabbing certain, eh, supplies from the bathroom. “The receptionist at Ostera already said they could most likely get me in early next week.”

“But why wait when I can take care of you right now?” He pokes his head out of the room, exaggeratedly waggling his eyebrows. “I just have to snag one more thing and – goddamnit, baby. You know the rules. No panties in my fuckin’ bed.”

“Maybe we should talk about this some more.”

“I want ‘em off, Bird.” His tone brooks no room for argument.

“Jesus H. Christ.” You mumble, flopping back on the bed. Thankfully there’s a pillow behind you to cushion your fall. 

At this point, you find yourself regretting your old promise that you wouldn’t use Michele for your waxing appointments. Even though the staff at Ostera was predominately female, your current gal wasn’t always the most dependable. So, when she flaked on you, you tended to use him instead.

But the problem with that arrangement was that Ari wasn’t really on board with the idea of another man seeing you in such a vulnerable state, even though you both always kept things strictly professional. Your Beast had pretty much had a fit the last time you’d used the poor guy. In fact, he’d made a point of telling you that he was the “type of man who was gonna enjoy his meal however you were fixin’ to serve it” the last time you’d argued over this particular topic. 

Which is what had then led to your current predicament. Because when you had unknowingly confessed to your bounty hunter that you were feeling a little self-conscious after having missed your appointment, he had apparently taken upon himself to fix your little problem.

By taking matters into his own hands and grooming you himself. 

Truth be told, you’d initially balked at the idea. But since Ari was also the type of man who got a little pouty whenever you unnecessarily and unreasonably denied him access to his pussy, you eventually gave in. 

“Maybe we should just wait.” You hedge, briefly closing your eyes as you try to get a handle on your dueling feelings of embarrassment and anxiety. 

Ari had wanted to eat you yesterday. He’d arrived at his place that evening claiming he’d spent the entire day fantasizing about what he would do the moment he finally had a chance to get between your lusciously thick thighs. So it made sense that he wasn’t happy when you turned him down. It took him all night to convince you “get his taste”, as he put it. And, as he put it, he couldn’t possibly bear to go through that again.

Such a handsome, incorrigible Beast. 

“Take ‘em off.” He grunts as he wanders out of the bathroom, his arms laden with various items. “I wanna see my sweet girl. Let her know she’s in good hands.” Ari winks at you then.

Grimacing, you finally do as he asks. With a slight pause, you allow your hands to go to the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips. However, you still manage to keep your legs closed. 

Because…while you’re not sure why, this whole situation suddenly felt a little too intimate. 

“Okay, okay.” You toss your panties to the opposite side of the room before your man can snatch them. Although you’d been together for months, he remained committed to wreaking havoc on your underwear drawer. Which meant you had to be strategic.

“Why you hidin’ from me, pretty Bird?” Ari keeps his tone soft and light as he takes a seat in front of you. You knew without a doubt that he was genuinely excited about taking care of you. But more than anything, you had to allow yourself to let him. 

“Fine.” With a deep breath, you quietly part your thighs for him, allowing him a glimpse at your already glistening cunt. Although you might not be fully on board with this idea, apparently she was.

Fucking traitor.         

“There she is.” He purrs, his eyes darkening with purpose. And lust. “There’s my greedy girl. Always fuckin’ wet for me.”

“It’s probably because she lacks common sense.”

“Hey. No disrespecting my pussy.” He gently slaps your most intimate flesh, making you jump. And then the suave jerk has the nerve to lick his palm, briefly savoring your taste. “God, I wanna fuckin’ eat you so bad.”

“Ari. Focus.”

“Baby, I am focused.” 

“ARI.”

“But I didn’t get my taste yesterday.” And just like that, your bounty hunter was officially back to pouting. “As your resident Beast, I need a fix at least five days outta the week. And that’s with me bein’ conservative.”

“Even if it means navigating your way through all this stubble?” You respond as you attempt to close your knees, only to have him block you. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get super up close and personal with the whole prickle patch situation I’ve got goin’ on right now.”

“Baby.” Ari can barely contain his laughter as his massive shoulders begin to shake. “Just what the hell is a goddamned prickle patch?”

“All of this!” You whine softly before slipping your hand between your thighs to delicately cup your mound. “I mean, this really doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” He pauses long enough to catch his breath before continuing. “Not at all, Bird.” His large go to grip your calves, giving them a gentle squeeze. “But I can see it bothers you. And you know how much I hate when things bother my girl.”  

Ari’s lips curve into a smile when he notices you visibly begin to relax in his hold. At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin. And if performing this simple act would help make that happen, then he was all for it. 

“We’re gonna take things as slow as you need, okay?” His already deep voice dips another octave as his calloused palms tenderly begin to massage your legs. “I’ve done my research, watched a few how-to videos.” His eyes shine with mirth when you instinctively throw an arm over your face. “And while we’re on the subject, you’ve still got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m lookin’ forward to lettin’ her drench my beard when we’re through.”

“Oh my God…” The groan that escapes your throat is tinged with laughter. “Sometimes I swear that’s all you think about.” 

“Ain’t no laws against daydreaming about the sweetest treat my woman has to offer. If anything, I’m a victim – a mere slave to her whims.” He replies with a roguish grin.

Heat suffuses your cheeks when you hear Ari quote a line from one of your favorite romance novels. Clearly, he’d gotten into your stash and enjoyed himself.

Cracking one eye open, you watch him rise from her perch and traipse back into the bathroom before emerging several minutes later with a basin filled with hot water that he then places on a nearby nightstand. 

“Alright.” Ari’s warm gaze collides with yours as he dips a rag into the bowl. “Time to take care of my Duchess.” He rings out the excess water before delicately draping the cloth directly over your bare pussy, making you flinch. “Too hot?” 

Briefly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, all you can do is shake your head “no”. 

“Good. Let’s give this a couple minutes and then we’ll move on.”

His work-roughened hands find their way to your thighs once more while he waits to proceed to the next step. He gently kneads your curves, reveling in the way you eagerly respond to his touch. It was a subtle reminder that your body belonged to him.  

You find yourself content to enjoy the silence as you wait for Ari to continue with his tender ministrations. Even though you were nervous, you were confident that this man wouldn’t hurt you. Which is the only thing that keeps you from bolting off the bed when he places your feet atop his muscled thighs, forcing you to splay your thighs even wider. 

Almost as if he were putting you on display. 

“Ya know, Duchess…” Your bounty hunter hums as he uses the rag to wet your skin even more before reaching for your favorite peaches and cream scented shaving gel. “While I have you here, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk to you about one of those daydreams I’ve been havin’ lately.”

“O-okay.” You barely manage to suppress a shiver as he begins liberally applying the cream onto your damp pussy, taking his time as he works it into a lather. Of course, he takes special care to avoid your sensitive little clit that is desperately trying to peek out from between your folds.

“You feelin’ open minded?” 

“I suppose.” You muse as you feel your empty cunt spasm. “Lay it on me, cowboy.”

“Alright.” 

With expert precision, he dips a brand new razor in the warm water before gently gliding it along your left lip – all the while making sure he goes against the grain. Ari pulls your skin taut with the next swipe, but he doesn’t rush the process. He planned to take his time with you this afternoon. 

Your bounty hunter wanted to love you slow and sweet. 

“Well…” Ari clears his throat, his bearded cheeks now stained with just a hint of a blush. “Now, I know how much you care about your…appointments. And while I’m committed to helping my lady keep herself feeling silky smooth, I uh…” He trails off as he leans over to rinse the razor. And then he reaches for the still damp cloth, using it to wipe away some of the shaving gel to admire his handiwork. 

“You what, Beast?” 

Now this man has you curious. Because just what was he working up the nerve to ask?

“I was wonderin’ if you might ever consider lettin’ it grow out?” He eventually responds, his gaze straying to your already partially shaved cunt. 

“Growin’ it out?” You parrot, suddenly confused. This man couldn’t possibly be asking you to rock a full–

“It’s somethin’ about seein’ you all natural.” Ari continues, his skilled fingers still making magic happen with the help of the razor. “I always get so fuckin’ hard picturin’ you standing in the kitchen with your robe open, all your wild curls just glistenin’ in the sunlight.” A strangled moan rattles deep in his chest as he pauses long enough to adjust his thickening cock.

“You…you want that?” You rasp, your tone rife with disbelief. “You actually want to see me…like that?”

“Uh huh.” He presses a swift kiss against your inner thigh. “I wanna come home to you lookin’ like that – like a fuckin’ goddess – so I can fall to my knees and bury my face in all of your earthy sweetness, baby. I already know you’d smell divine.” 

To say you were stunned would be one hell of an understatement. Because there was no way that this sexy as sin man had really just asked you to rock a full bush…for him? Was he being serious right now? 

For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t immediately respond. That is, until you hear Ari’s softly rumbled “nevermind, Bird”. The sound of rejection in his voice immediately thrusts you back into the present.

“It was just a thought. Forget I even–”

“Wait!” You hurriedly sit up, temporarily forgetting all about the razor hovering mere centimeters above your most intimate flesh. “I–I’m not sayin’ no.” Reaching for his hand, you guide him to set the blade next you on the bed. “You just…took me by surprise is all.”

Ari doesn’t say anything. Here he was, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, and you’d almost blown it. Key word: almost.

“I reckon’ it’s a little late to try it this time around.” You sheepishly respond, vaguely gesturing at the makeshift spa experience your man had been kind enough to create for you. “But maybe… we could do it in a couple weeks?”

“Yeah?” His large, warm hands go to cup your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It’s soft, and sweet, and full of unspoken promise. Tendrils of heat unfurl in your belly, making you feel equal parts shy and needy. “You sure?”

“I am now.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to capture his mouth once more. Because you felt it was important to let him know that your interest was genuine.And that you would absolutely indulge him in this.

Hell, if he decided he wanted to devour you out on the back patio you’d even let him do that too.   

“Is my Duchess gonna be kind enough to let me take a few photos?” Ari rasps, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at your jaw. “Just in case you don’t like it, or you don’t wanna do it again…I wanna have something to, eh, commemorate the moment.” His wicked kisses begin making their way down along the sensitive column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re asking for permission to add pictures of my bush to your personal spank bank collection?” You ask before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m thinkin’ I might prefer the term secret garden.” Once again, his hungry blue eyes stray to your cunt. After all, he was still waiting on you to feed him. 

“And I’m thinkin’ you need to stay away from the stack of romance novels I keep by the nightstand.” You counter before allowing your body to fall backwards onto the mattress. "Look, I'm not sayin' yes or no. But I might be willing to let you convince me."

“Say no more, darlin’.” He gifts you with a cheeky wink before rising from his seat to add more hot water to the bowl. “Now, don’t you move, alright? I’ll be right back to finish what we started.”

“And then what, you menace?”

“And then…” Ari pauses outside the bathroom door, his muscled body filled with determination. “I'm gonna sink my teeth into my sweet little Duchess until I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

END

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[cevansbrat0007]

hi! I'm sorry if it comes off as weird, but why do you follow everyone who follows you? Doesn't that make your dash irrelevant and all clogged up?

I like having new Moots, I guess. And I like seeing other people’s work and content. It keeps things interesting.

But if I follow you and you don’t want me to, feel free to let me know. Legitimately. No hard feelings.