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does anyone have any good enemies to lovers steve fic recs? series preferably. pls share with the class🙏🙏🙏

bro my auntie died three days ago and my boyfriends dog just died today. what have i done to you world. GIVE ME A BREAK.

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

okay now how the hell does one ‘super boop’ >:)

WHAT IS AN EVIL BOOP?????

oh my GOD i’m going feral over this shit

Rumor Has It

This idea had been living in my head rent free, and I finally was able to finish it. It’s filth. Maybe some plot, but mainly filth. 😇

Starring: Actor!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ari’s tired of reading about himself in your column.

Warnings: 18+Only. Dubcon. Public sex. Unprotected sex. Daddy Dom. Oral sex. Face fucking. Cum cleaning. Squirting. Porn with some plot.

Word Count: 2798

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Your nails click against the keyboard as you put the finishing touches on your latest article for your column. You smile to yourself as you finish the last few words before a knock on your office door pulls your attention.

“You got a second?” Your boss Katie leans against your open door, arms folded and her lips set in a tight line. This couldn’t be good.

“Seems like your latest gossip column ruffled a few feathers.” Pushing off the wall she sits at the edge of your desk, a sly smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“Ari Levinson’s publicist called. He wants an interview to clear the air.”

Your eyebrow shoots up as you snap your laptop shut. “I don’t do interviews, you know that Katie.”

“I know, I know, but I think this might be a good thing. His publicist made it sound like he wanted to get things out in the open, you know, correct some things that you didn’t get right in your last post.”

Packing up your things for the evening you blow out a heavy sigh. “You know I write a disclaimer that not all of the claims are able to be substantiated. I just give the readers the celebrity tidbits that they want.”

“Y/N, I’m not asking.” Ari is one of the most recognizable actors on the scene. He’s everywhere, and all we need is for him to be pissed off at some rumor you published for the world to read. If he’s not happy, it’s only a matter of time before someone else isn’t happy. The last thing we need is a bunch of upset celebrities turning against our publication.”

“Understood.” You grit through your teeth, shoulders dropping in defeat. “Where do I meet him?”

Your stiletto taps against the leg of your seat in the nearly empty lounge. Glancing at your watch you huff in disgust. You’ve been sitting here for forty five minutes, Ari being a half hour late in contrast to your fifteen minutes early. Your cocktail server sets down a fresh martini in front of you, flashing you a quick sympathetic smile.

You’re fuming, gulping down half your drink in two sips. It’s bad enough he picked this lounge downtown with its strict cocktail dress code that was in his hotel for his convenience, but he’s kept you waiting without so much as a courtesy message at the front desk. You’re not wasting anymore of your time on this prick.

Tossing a few twenties on the table you gather your clutch and your phone, pulling at the short skirt of your dress that rode up when you sat down. You turn to leave, only to run into a solid body of muscle two steps into your escape. Large hands steady you, holding you up before you topple over in your heels.

“Where’s the fire, Cookie? You just got here.”

Drawing in a deep breath you step back, shaking his hands off your shoulders. You’d love to slap that smug smirk off his face. “Mr. Levinson, I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour. Now I’m leaving.” He grabs your arm in your attempt to brush past him, pulling you against his large frame.

“But we haven’t had time to chat. Your boss promised a proper interview, you know, instead of the garbage you’re so proud of delivering to your captive audience.” His hot breath tickles your ear, and his cologne wafts its way into your nostrils. Burberry “Touch,” a fitting scent for an arrogant actor.

Sighing, you drop back into the chair, Ari sinking into the one opposite you. He pushes the money you left on the table in your direction before leaning back and getting comfortable. “It’s my treat.”

“I don’t need you to…”

“It wasn’t a question cookie.”

Silence falls between you two, his eyes unwavering until you’re pulling the money off the table and depositing the bills back in your clutch. He shifts in his seat, spreading his thighs wide, linking his fingers together bringing his hands to rest under his chin.

“Good girl.”

Sucking in a breath you pull out your phone, scrolling through until you find the voice recorder. Pressing the red button you set it on the table, eager to get this interview over with. “So Mr. Levinson-“

“Ari.”

“ Ari,” clearing your throat you continue. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me tonight.”

“I think it was me who asked to meet with you.” He chuckles, freeing one hand to run it through his long sandy brown locks. “So thank you, cookie, for meeting with me.” His voice is like velvet, oozing with charm that you’re sure he uses with all of the women he fucks and dumps. Sorry, Ari. It’s not going to work this time.

The cocktail server appears in that moment, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she bats her lashes at Ari. “Can I get you anything?”

Ari pulls his blues from you to her, flashing her his Hollywood smile. “Another martini for her, a whiskey neat for me. Thank you, sunshine.”

She turns on her heel, scurrying off to fulfill the order. You straighten your back, breathing deeply to calm your rising annoyance within you. It doesn’t help that Ari looks at you like he’s ready to devour you. It’s unsettling, but you’re determined not to let him see you sweat.

“So why did you want to meet with me Ari? Let me guess, you’re a fan of my column?”

His deep belly laugh pierces the air as he throws his head back in amusement. He’s greeted with a scowl when he meets your eyes again, which only makes him laugh harder. “ Cookie, I think you have that backwards. You’re the one who keeps delving into my personal life.”

A fresh martini is placed on your table with Ari’s whiskey. “Can I get you anything else?” You’re invisible, the server's attention solely on Ari, her smile wide as she waits to hang on his every word.

“No thank you,” He reaches out to caress her wrist, and she gasps, surprised by the contact. “But if we do, I know exactly where to find you sunshine.”

Rolling your eyes you bring the rim of your glass to your lips the vodka burning as it goes down, Ari turning to watch your server walk away, openingly ogling her ass as she retreats.

“Is she your next victim?” You blink innocently, sliding an olive garnish off the skewer with your teeth. You pause, taking time to chew and swallow. “I guess you do have a type.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” He singsong’s, the smugness returning to his face. “What’s wrong cookie, is that poor little pussy not being taken care of at home?”

You choke on your drink, and you wipe at the droplets of vodka that have dribbled on your chin. The audacity of this man. “That is none of your business!”

Ari drains his glass in one gulp, shrugging his shoulders. “Look, all I’m saying is that maybe if you had someone at home making you cum you wouldn’t be so worried about who’s keeping me warm in my bed.”

“Look, I don’t care who you fuck,” you spit, your irritation threatening to bubble over. “I write my column based on anonymous submissions. It’s not my fault my readers seem to have this… this… obsession with you.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to write about it.”

“I write what the people want to read, and unfortunately it’s about you, and who you may or may not be sleeping with.”

Ari’s eyes rake over your figure like a hungry animal. You don’t even flinch, determined to not let him intimidate you. “Was there a reason you invited me down here for a so-called interview? I have other, more important matters that I need to attend to.”

Leaning forward across the table he invades your space, his voice low so only you get to hear.

“I wanted to tell you in person that if you wanted me to take you back to my place and fuck you until you were drooling and dumb, all you had to do was ask.”

For the second time this evening you rise to your feet and snatch your belongings from the table. “ I'd rather never be touched than touched by a disgusting pig.”

Your heels click heavily along the marble floor. “Click-click-click” echoes along the walls as you rush towards the elevator. Pressing the button you anxiously await the car to take you to the parking garage and your freedom, well aware of the fury coursing through your veins and the aching throb in your cunt.

As soon as the elevator dings, a strong arm forces you inside, the car taking off leaving you inside with your captor.

“I didn’t like the way we left things back there,” Ari husks, reaching behind him to hit the emergency stop. “I wanted to give you the opportunity to apologize.”

“Me? Apologize!?” Your voice goes up an octave, your hands reaching out, pushing against Ari’s chest to move him out of the way. It’s like David going up against Goliath, Ari doesn’t move an inch. You make a move to go around him, but he lifts you up and sets you back in front of him. There’s no place to go.

“Ari, let me out.”

“Not until you say you’re sorry.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Then you’re not leaving.”

“You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you Ari, I’m not apologizing to you. You’re a worthless, womanizing, piece of shit. I would…”

You’re silenced when his large hand wraps around your throat, his thumb pressing into your pulse point. His hot breath fans the side of your face as he slowly walks you backwards until he has you pinned against the wall. He noses along your neck until his lips brush your earlobe.

“You know what your problem is Cookie?” No one’s been man enough to fuck that brat out of you.”

His tight grip forces out a strangled whimper, his free hand roaming your body. He squeezes a breast, kneading roughly, pinching your nipple into a stiff peak. You’re squirming, kicking out your feet to loosen his grip, but to no avail. His fingers trace a path up your bare thigh, goosebumps erupting on your flesh.

“Struggle all you want, but I know you’re soaked.” Slipping his hand up the skirt of your dress he palms your clothed cunt. “I can smell you.”

Shuddering at the sound of his voice the heat rises in your cheeks. A small tear falls from the corner of your eye, and you don’t know if it’s because of fear pooling in the pit of your stomach, or the fact that you know he’s right.

Your lace thong is in tatters with one tug, and he slides two fingers through your slippery lips before his thumb gently circles your clit. He slides the same two fingers into your drenched cunt, chuckling when you buck into his touch. He brings his fingers to your eye level, and they’re coated in thick strings of your slick.

“See Cookie, I told you.”

Releasing his grasp he gives you no time to speak, shoving his thick digits into your mouth and past your gullet. He enjoys watching you gag and sputter, drool ruining the front of your dress. He forces you to your knees, his monstrous thighs trapping you in front of him. “The only words I want to hear coming out of your mouth is I’m sorry Daddy.”

You clamp your mouth shut when he pulls his fingers free, defiant until the end even though your pussy is pulsing, calling out to be touched. Ari unzips his fly, pulling his hard cock through the hole. Pre-cum is oozing from the tip, and he uses the fluid to help his hand glide up and down his shaft.

He grabs your chin with a thumb and forefinger, tracing the outline of your lips with his tip. “Come on Cookie, open your mouth.” You keep your mouth shut, a deep breath blowing out your nose. Ari smiles down at you wickedly, he loves a challenge.

He’s going to thoroughly enjoy breaking you.

“It’s ok, you’re not the first brat I’ve tamed, and certainly won’t be my last.”

He pinches your nose with the hand that was stroking his shaft, cutting off your air supply. “You’re going to have to take a breath sooner or later.”

You’re panicking, your body writhing in agony as you try to ignore the burn in your lungs. You need to hold on, focus on anything else. But it’s too much, you’re not going to win this round of mind over matter. Your mouth parts and you suck in a huge breath, only for it to be followed by a mouthful of cock.

“There you go.” Ari isn’t gentle, immediately grabbing the sides of your face and fucking your throat. Gurgling sounds fill the small space as you take Ari’s cock down your facial fuckhole. When he does pull himself from you, he only asks you one thing as he gathers thick ropes of saliva hanging from his dick and rubbing it around your ruined face.

“Do you have anything to say to me?”

You can’t catch your breath, can’t answer. So his cock is shoved right back to the back of your throat, you retch, more split flowing around his girth as he uses your esophagus like a pussy.

This goes on for what seems like forever, you’ve lost all concept of time. Your head hangs in exhaustion when he pulls from you again, and he pulls your head up by the hair to meet his eyes as you suck in gulps of air.

“Now do you have anything to say to me?”

He looks down at you expectantly, fresh tears streaming down your face because you know there’s not much more that you can take. Mustering up energy, your voice comes out a whisper.

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Louder.”

“I’m sorry Daddy!” You squeak, your voice hoarse from his relentless intrusions. His expression turns tender as he helps you off the floor, gathering you in his arms leaning you against the wall and hooking his massive biceps under your thighs.

“That’s a good girl, Cookie,” he praises you, lining himself up with your slit. “Look at that…” He muses as he spies your leaking cunt. “I had a feeling you were a slut, but this is better than even I imagined.”

Ari spears into you, your walls hugging his cock tight. With each drive of his hips wet squelching sounds fill his ears, and he can feel your juice drip down his shaft and soak into the patch of hair at the base. Your arms wrap around his neck, as he gives you the ride of your life, deep dicking you so good you’re already on the precipice of your release.

“I’m gonna cum!” You sob, each drag of Ari’s cock making your whole body tingle, when finally the coil inside you that he wound so tightly snaps.

“Fuck yes, Cookie look!” He angles you forward so you can watch where you two are connected, where you’re squirting your release soaking him, you, and everything in between. He fucks you through it, chasing his own end, your cunt milking him with each spasm until he’s emptying his sack inside you. You’re flooded with his warmth, each twitch of his cock sending spurts of his spunk into your womb. His forehead rests against yours, labored breathing the only sound as you catch your breath.

When he finally pulls from you, you feel your combined cream seep from your hole. There’s so much you can hear the “plop” when it drips to the floor. Setting you on your feet and tucking himself back in his pants he tsks when he spies the mess.

“Cookie, good whores clean up after themselves.”

You should be ashamed at how quick you sank to your knees and leaned forward to lap at the mess on the floor, or how you preened when Ari held your hair back and praised you as you made every last drop disappear. Ari was able to tap into something primal that you didn’t know that you craved.

“I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” Ari gently runs his knuckles down the side of your face, while you sit back on your haunches waiting for his next command. “What do you say, should we go to my room?”

A devilish smile spreads across your face and you roll your eyes, Ari scoffing as he disengages the emergency stop and presses the button to his floor.

This is going to be fun indeed.

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