lordoftherazzles:

For those of you who want to lock all of your works with all the silly AI scraping of AO3 (which AO3 is recommending you lock your works, as stated in this post)

Here is a quick and easy guide of how to edit ALL of your works at once.

From your Dashboard click on “edit works” on the far right. This will bring up all of your works that you can select.

Select all the works you want to edit, then hit “Edit” at the bottom right.

Scroll to nearly the bottom of the page where you find “Visibility” and select “only show to registered users” and then update at the bottom.

That’s it, all of your works have now been locked without having to go in and edit each fic individually.

I hope this helps!

angryschnauzer:

princessphilly:

princessphilly:

As a smut writer, it takes research to actually write smut where a significantly shorter partner and a tall as fuck partner can have satisfying sex that makes sense to me

And then to add a third partner and it still flows, even better

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MA'AM

Your calculations were correct.

angryschnauzer:

only-tiktoks:

One time i was in this play and had to do a quick costume change. The bottom half of my next costume was this pleated skirt with an elasticated waist. I shimmy out of old costume and frantically pull on new skirt. Time is too short to smooth it down.

Little did i know the skirt had wrapped itself around the waistband at the back, and as i turned on stage i pantie mooned the audience with my green knickers.

The worst part was i had no idea until the scene ended and we went backstage again.

That was my first and last ever foray into the theatre.

animentality:

gummydummy19:

His mothers eyes

Summary: Sy owns a hardware store across from your shop and the two of you have been flirting for months, but instead of just asking you out, Sy decides to play it a little dirty…

Warnings: fluff, jealous reader, Sy is a literal idiot.

A/N: This entire fic only happened because an American walked into the shop I work and called me Ma'am.

Originally posted by foodieforthoughts

It was a pretty calm day at the shop. You had just finished restocking some of the gold bracelets and put your favourites in the window.

You looked at the new arrangement of jewellery content, when your stomach grumbled, making you look at the clock.

Another 30 minutes and then you could finally go home. You sighed as you could practically taste the Chinese take-away already. Reaching into your bag, you found the emergency cookie you had packed.

You moaned as you took a large bite, relishing the taste. It’s not Chinese food, but it’ll do for now. Hot girls always have dessert first, right?

‘Afternoon’, a deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 'That must be a damn good cookie if it has you moaning like that.’

You almost choked on your cookie right there.

Syverson.

For months now you had been drooling over him. He worked at the hardware store across the street. The first time you came in there you needed some small pliers for your jewellery. You were looking around the store like a lost puppy but refused to ask help because the feminist inside you didn’t wanna end up with a man explaining you how a hammer works.

You saw Sy walking up to you and were about to send him on his way but when he said 'Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am’ in that damn accent, you simply melted.

A couple days later, Sy stopped by your store, asking if you could take a few shackles out of his watch.

Ever since then you were each others most loyal customers. Everyone with eyes could see the chemistry between the two of you, but nothing ever really happend. Aside from shameless flirting that is.

He looked ridiculously good today. He was wearing a pair of scruffy dark jeans and what looked like a very old, red shirt. His trusted tool belt hanging loosely around his hips.

You quickly tried swallowing the big chunk of cookie you had in your mouth, cheeks already heating up in embarrassment.

'H-hi…uh…sowry!’ you mumbled with a mouth full of cookie.

'Nah, don’t worry, sugar. A girl’s gotta eat, right?’ He smirked at you.

That damn southern twang never failed to make you weak in the knees.

'Right…’ you chuckled, clearing your throat, 'Anything I can help you with today, sir?’ you teased, giving him the same greeting as always.

'Im looking for a nice pair of earrings, as a gift.’ he said.

'Oh…’ you tried not to sound too deflated, 'right, well, do you have anything in mind? Gold? Silver? Long? Short?’ you rambled

'Gold, definitely gold.’ he said 'Not too long but they can be a little dangly I guess.’

You nodded, barely listening to a word he said. Maybe he is just buying something for a friend?

'Something with Sapphire maybe? To match her eyes.’ he added

Okay, definitely not just a friend. No man in the history of ever has bought just a friend “Sapphires to match her eyes”.

'Sapphires’ you repeated, 'to match her eyes…right.’

'Right.’ he said

'Right, let me go look what I have, I’ll be right back!’ you said with the fakest of smiles.

I mean you guys weren’t even a thing, but you could have sworn you had a thing? A little thing? The two of you? Together? A vibe, if you will? Even if he wasn’t into you, he must have noticed you were into him! Right? You thought you had made it pretty obvious…

You rushed back downstairs feeling a little pissed off. If this was his way of telling you he’s not into you, that would be seriously messed up.

'What do you think about these, sir?’ You asked with a little more sass than necessary.

If he was gonna treat you like any other jeweller, you were gonna treat him like any other costumer.

Sy had to use every ounce of self control in his body not to burst out laughing. God, you were so adorable when you’re jealous.

'Would you mind trying them on for me?’

Oh, he did not.

'Excuse me?’

'You have the same hair colour, so I’d like to see what they look like on you.’

He. did. not.

It’s not enough that he has to buy earrings for another woman specifically from you, now he’s asking you to model them?!

'Sure.’ you said dryly, putting on the earrings.

Sy looked at you and couldn’t help but smile.

'Gorgeous.’ He said, paying absolutely no attention to the earrings at all.

The way he was looking at you made your heart clench.

You’d heard about southern hospitality but, damn, did he have to look at you like that?

'Now I know for sure, they’re gonna look great on her.’

and just like that, the moment was ruined again.

Your face dropped and you decided you had enough.

'Great. Paying with card today, sir?’ You asked, taking off the earrings and putting them in the box.

He needed to get out.

'Yes ma'am.’

Oh he needed to get out now.

He scanned his card and as he looked up to thank you he noticed you were looking…sad

Feeling utterly humiliated, you were trying your best not to burst out into tears in front of him.

How could you have been so stupid, of course he’s not into you, it’s Sy!

Sy panicked immediately. This was so not his intention. He just wanted to tease you a bit. It’s what you guys did, you know? Ugh, crap…

'There you go!’ you huffed, faking a smile as you pushed the box over the counter.

'Thanks…I really think my mom is gonna love these.’ He said, deciding it was way past time to put you out of your misery

'You know, Sy I really don’t- wait what?’

'It’s her birthday this weekend.’

'Your mom.’

'My mom.’

He looked at you with a guilty look in his eyes and you didn’t know whether to kiss him or punch him square in the jaw.

'You did that on purpose didn’t you?’ You narrowed your eyes at him.

'You look really hot when you’re jealous, you know that?’

'Oh, shut up.’ you said before yanking him close by his collar and pressing your lips to his.

He groaned into the kiss, dropping the box on the floor and grabbing your face with both hands.

After what seemed like an eternity, you pulled away, pressing one last peck against his lips before opening your eyes and staring straight into his.

'Well I don’t know your mother, but judging from those earrings, I’d say you have her eyes.’

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WHY DO I ACTUALLY LIKE THEM A LOT TOGETHER? JUST ME? okay……

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flordeamatista asked:

"I got the pussy. I make the rules" - Peach

gif by @sebastiansource

angrythingstarlight:

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fingering, Oral (fem rec), smut, overstimulation, praise kink, choking kink.

A/n: Written on my phone.

|Masterlist|Chubby Bucky Masterlist|Library|☕️|

“I make the rules here Bucky,” you repeat for the second time in five minutes, glaring at your 6’5" boyfriend currently hunched over the back of the couch, watching you pace back and forth across the living room rug.

You don’t remember how the argument started, in fact you’re not even that mad anymore, but your pride won’t let you back down. How you got to the topic of who’s in charge is beyond you but again-your pride won’t let you shut up.

Bucky adjust himself, his erection threatening to bust through his boxers. Damn you’re sexy when you’re angry, he enjoys your fiesty nature more than you. He knows better than to share that tidbit when you’re all riled up. Bucky uses his cup to hide his smile, downing the rest of his latte.

See, it’s not that he thinks you’re wrong, in fact he loves it when you out him in his place.

Bucky wholeheartedly believes that women are better than men, he’s not one of those guys who think you’re weaker or fragile just because of what’s between your legs. He knows women should rule world. Anyone who says otherwise is a delusional piece of shit.

So it’s not that he disagrees with the fact that you make the rules. You do. If you tell him to jump and he’s already in the air asking is this high enough.

It’s just that…well, you’re not the only one in charge here.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, Peach?” Bucky asks, head tilted to the side so he can get a real good look at you. You’re such a pretty thing, wearing his oversized Henley, the long forest green sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and a pair of panties that show off your ass.

“The one person even you have to listen to. Matter of fact, she should be the one talking right now.”

“Excuse me?” You ask, hands on your hips, the indignation drawn across your face makes you even more stunning, all he wants to do is fuck the anger right out of you.

Soon.

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