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[theaftersundown]

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

[nubiawrites]

Fic so good you gotta reread it

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[bookishsavxx]

book📚: The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang

[starlightbuckk]

recent favorites on ao3

jan 19

as the title says, here are some fics i have enjoyed recently! not all have been recently posted, but i have read them this month.

all credit to the authors! <3

» leave the light on by cloudydaisies

summary: the check engine light comes on in Buck's Jeep, Eddie volunteers to fix it and carpool with him in the meantime, and it all breaks down from there, literally and metaphorically.

my thoughts: oh how i loved this one!! basically Eddie fixing Buck's Jeep for way longer then needed while neither of them seem to care. so sweet and i already cant wait to reread it.

» no one's ever had me (not like you) by wenttoafortuneteller (meowddiehan on twitter)

summary: Buck, Eddie, and their first shift as a couple.

my thoughts: set during a quiet 24 hr shift at the 118, which happens to be Eddie and Buck's first as a couple. i giggled reading buck's slight descent into madness.

» TRUST! by @pairofraggedclaws

summary: Love and premature ejaculation.

my thoughts: everyone seems to be talking about this fic, so i needed to as well. i loved this. don't skip it.

» rouge my neck by notathingtoseehere (outofbuck on twitter)

summary: Eddie is definitely not jealous at all, and has a completely normal reaction to strangers talking to Buck.

my thoughts: this exists as canon to me. they are stupid in the most endearing way.

» waiting for it (that green light) by pinkdoughnut (uhbucky on twitter)

summary: Buck and Eddie finally realize they can’t keep pretending during a game of True American. Based on some of my favorite Nick and Jess moments in New Girl—specifically, the scene from 2x15: “Cooler”.

my thoughts: one of my favorite episodes of television ever, matched with this pair worked so well.

» More than Casual by missi_dominici

summary: Eddie and Tommy watch baseball and Eddie has had enough.

my thoughts: my jaw was on the floor for the entirety of this. short and to the point. poor tommy. (also loved this authors other works!!)

please feel free to repost with thoughts, and if i didn't tag your tumblr, let me know and i will link yours!

[deputyrook]

Illustrations by Tran Nguyen for the Subterranean Press Limited Edition of the Kushiel's Legacy series

[aclockworkreader]

currently reading Heir by Sabaa Tahir 🗡️✨

this is the january book for my book club if you’d like to read with us

[alextbphotography]

a year of reading 🍂 // all photos are mine 🌙

[theaftersundown]

If you're seeing this...

I'm asking you to go write one paragraph, just one to your current writing project. It might seem insignificant now but you're one step closer to being done, everything helps. Sometimes even the smallest string of words can get the inspiration flowing.

[immortalworld]

currently reading 📖: Lady Macbeth by Ava Reid

I’m like nervous and excited to see my reaction to this book i’ve heard a lot of mix reviews so i’m trying not to get hopes up.

[ojuoba]

Inveja

Invejo aqueles que não sentem, nao sao empaticos , invejo aqueles que nao estao nem ai com o sentimento alheio, aquele que coloca o seu interesse acima de tudo e todos.

Infelizmente pra mim , nesse mundo , nasci sobre o signo da empatia exacerbada, onde esqueço de mim, e no final, todos só querem um pedaço.

E me faço em mil deles, pra que todos tenham um pouco de mim, pode parecer bobagem, burrice ou algo do tipo, mas jamais me negarei, pois egoismo, nao é comigo.

[nubiawrites]

I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT

Shy!character x Rough Boyfriend Terry.

Reader isn't vocal like Terry wants her to be so he makes her beg for it .

Praise In Advance

summary: is this man a demon? he's rough, but controlled. blink and you'll miss it.

His hand, large and smoothed-with manicured fingernails, was pressed between her shoulder blades as he pushed her into the bed. Sweat dropped on her back from his body, his hips smacked against hers so hard the headboard bounced against the wall. If they had them, the neighbors would definitely know her name. His too, if only she would open up that pretty little mouth. 

He had already defiled it. He knew what it was capable of and yet, here she was, quiet as a church mouse. Terry smiled to himself, she was in fact a little church mouse. Dedicated to Sunday service every week. The floral dresses and wedges accentuated her long legs and full thighs. He watched her sway out the house every seventh day knowing he'd defile her garden as soon as he got home. A serpent in her pussy. 

"Nadia,' he still his hips as he leaned down, knowing she was delirious he licked the shell of her ear. "Tell me that shit feels good." 

Silence. 

The wetness between her legs continued to drip as she buried her face into the pillows. Such a holy offering. 

Not to be ignored, Terry leaned forward, pushing his dick deeper until his pelvis was pressed against her ass and she was smushed into the bed, unable to move as the tip of his dick, tickled her cervix. He spread his own legs, steadying himself on his knees with her body between them. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up. The bed was a mess and the wet stain where she had drooled added to the mess. 

"I've heard you in church, mama,' he smacked, his hips slowly beginning to move. 

His strokes were long and deep, making sure all nine inches had a home in her temple. 

"Sing for me,' he asked, "let me hear that praise." 

He placed a hand on her hip, holding her in the position he desired as he rode her towards exaltation. Naked and wet, Nadia clenched her eyes shut as Terry had her by the hair, his grip tight as his dick filled her to the brim. She swung a hand back, hoping to push at his thick thighs, when he smack it away, then grabbed it and pinned it to her lower back, pushing upwards so her elbow bent.  

"Tell me what you want,' he growled, letting her go so suddenly that Nadia dropped to the bed, but that didn't stop him. "Open that mouth, PK." 

He felt her pussy clench around him, sucking him in as he tried to pull back. "She's talking to me,' he added. "She's loud too. Wet and gushy." 

Nadia whimpered. Through all of it she was still that little mousy soft spoken girl. She had a little embarrassment already. She thought her moans sounded terrible and would bit her lip to keep them in. Instead, Terry was trying to draw them out. 

"I need you to open that mouth, Nadia." He dropped both hands to her ass, watching them jiggle from the intense slap. 

"Oh shit,' she cooed, just loud enough he could hear. 

How fucked of him to fuck the preacher's kid every Sunday, smiling in her father's face when he joined them for dinner once a month, citing his work schedule as his reason for not stepping foot in the church he preached at. Lying around a mouthful of greens about his devotion to the Lord. Terry rolled his eyes and pulled out of Nadia before flipping her onto her back. He and Nadia knew the only doors opening on Sunday for him were her legs. 

Raw as he came into the world, he fisted his dick while rubbing the tip against her clit. Her sweet serene face twisted as she tried to swallow the sounds he could see getting stuck in her throat. 

Maybe it was the eye contact, the stern look in his eyes, his hands on her hips, the heaviness of his dick, but Nadia couldn't stay quiet longer. Terry thrust froward, sheathing himself in her alter. 

"Oh, Terry!" 

Finally. 

He grinned. "There's my little angel. Praise me, baby. Let me hear it." 

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[saintlaurentcowgirll]

i love living on the east coast

[zorya-reads]

fencing sabres.

[nubiawrites]

This was so cute

sweet negotiations

summary: terry finds himself in a series of negotiations and comforts with his wife after a key asset in their home is compromised.

pairing: terry richmond x black reader (Dallas)

content: fluff, allusions to nsfw acts, some mild crying (hormones)

a/n: hello there and welcome! after looking for some more fluffy terry fics and almost crashing out when I couldn't find them, I decided to just start writing some that will all take place in the same universe titled ' thunder and lightning', which will follow you, terry, and the antics of domestic and kinky married life. this is the first of many to come. so enjoy, like, comment, and reblog :)

" I said no." Terry, his voice soft and tired, sounded off the freshly painted sage green walls of nursery, “ Now, stop pouting and hand me the second screwdriver on the chair, please.” 

But instead of moving to fulfil his request, you stay planted in your spot by the door, still pouting, possibly harder now as you looked down to inform your companion of the mistreatment.

“ You hear that, muffin? You hear how Daddy is being mean to us.” You playfully patted at your swollen stomach, while being sure to throw your husband an extra pouty expression—bottom lip puckered and all. “ Why won’t he be nice and feed us, huh?”

In this moment of time you were about five months pregnant with yours and Terry's third child. And while he absolutely adored seeing you like this, barefoot, in one of his old band shirts and low shorts, with a scarf on your head, and thick bifocals sitting neatly at the bridge of your nose as carried his baby. He could do without the sullen expression on your face as an accessory.

“ Baby, ain’t nobody being mean to you by telling you that you can’t have a half a pint of ice cream for breakfast.” Terry's eyes glance at you, before turning his attention back to the half done wooden crib he was working on. “ Now, if you want me to make you some eggs, toast, or oatmeal. I will. But you ain’t having that this early in the morning.” 

“ If at all today. Need to watch what you’re eating more carefully, Mama.” He reminded you. “ Remember what Dr. Kaltura said about watching excess sugar and salt intake. This is serious.”

Quickly the words of your OB flashed through your brain after it had been found that your blood sugar had been a tad higher than she’d liked, a fate that had carried on from your previous pregnancy with your twins into this one.

And of course the minute your husband had caught wind of this, he had come out of retirement from the sugar task force as he now micromanaged and policed every and all things you consumed for the foreseeable future.

“ But Terryyyy.” You whined, “ That’s what both of us want, Poppa.”

Still despite your efforts, he wouldn’t budge.

“No. She doesn’t want that. You do’.” He pointed out, getting up to grab his needed tool,“ Besides, there isn’t anymore anyway.”

“ Yes, he absolutely does. “ You slyly corrected your husband’s wishful thinking, “ And what do you mean there isn’t anymore? Did you throw out my ice cream, Richmond?! Cause I would absolutely hope that’s not what you’re insinuating.”

He sighed, noting the way your eyes turned wild at the thought of your husband touching your beloved sweet treat.

He knew better.

Cause that would be too far and he knew it.

“ No, ma’am.” He simply said, moving back to his work, “ Not this Richmond.” 

“ However, our dear Teensy Richmond may have eaten the rest of it last night after dinner for dessert when you went upstairs to take your bath.” He referred to one your soundly sleeping six year old daughters just down the hall. 

Immediately a frown found a home on your face as you said, “ Wha—I thought I left out pieces of the pecan pie for ya’ll to have. Why were there cute tiny little grubby hands on my ice cream, Poppa?!!”

You huffed, recalling how you had distinctively cut and plated three different pieces of a pecan pie, one large and two small, for your little family to consume after a delicious dinner of lamb chops and smothered potatoes with smoked asparagus.

“ You did.” He confirmed your thoughts , “ But our baby requested to have her pie…a la mode. Which meant a scoop of some of your rocky road was needed as that was the only ice cream left in the freezer.”

“ And as you know, our Tiny Richmond isn’t too fond of rocky road. So she had hers plain jane with glass of milk.” He furthered his explanation.

And although you wanted to be mad at your baby’s little sweet tooth, you couldn’t be, because she got it honest. Still you couldn’t shake off this strange and sudden feeling of…well sadness…that coursed through your body at the thought of the empty ice cream container sitting downstairs in the garbage.

“ Yeah, but if you only gave Teensy a scoop of it. And Tiny didn’t have any, there should be some left.” You tried rationalizing in the same manner of if Johnny had two apples…

Until it came to you, “ Unless…”  

You looked to him and as if he could really read your thoughts, he held a sheepish expression on his face, as he knew what was next to come, “Terrance seriously?!” You hadn’t meant to, but you stamped your feet lightly against the shiny hardwood floor. “ I can’t believe your big eared ass ate my ice cream.”

And just like that your brief moment of sadness has morphed into hormone filled rage.

To which your husband found oddly adorable doing his best to keep a smile off his face, remorse riddled in his tone when he said, “ I’m sorry, Precious. She didn’t wanna eat alone. And since Tiny wasn’t going to have any, I may have had a scoop…or two myself to help finish it off. But it’s okay. We can get more at the store later.” He reasoned, screwing in nut B to pole B. 

By now he was expecting his thunderous woman of a wife to do what she does best, which is make noise about the fact that the rest of her brood ate the ‘ one damn thing the baby allows her to keep down’, but instead he was surprised to look over and see you standing there silent—with tears collecting just at the edge of your waterline. Frown deep. Shoulders slumped.

“ Baby….” He called out in a knowing tone, looking at the way your mouth had slightly turned down and your arms had wrapped around your body, “ C’mon now, Precious. It’s alright. ”

But almost as if it was the release words for your tears, you quickly found your fingertips becoming increasingly wet from wiping the streams away from your cheeks as you began to head toward the door. Slightly embarrassed at your lactose driven waterworks.

Getting up with a sigh, he wasted no time making his way over to you, big hands coming to cup your waist and guide you over to the creme rocking chair, moving all the tools on it to the floor.

It didn’t take long for him to sit and guide you on his lap, an arm wrapped tight around your waist while a calloused hand came to rub against the damp soft apple of your cheek. 

“ C’mere, pretty baby.”  He pecked your lips, tasting the salt of your tears, “ You know I don’t like it when my woman is unhappy. Especially when you’re crying.” 

“ I just can’t help it.” You mutter, partially frustrated with your inability to get a hard grasp on your emotions. “ I just really wanted it. And I mean I know it’s not that serious enough for me to be crying over. And it may seem dramatic but- ” 

“ But it made you upset and that’s okay. You don’t have to explain or try and justify you wanting to cry to me, Baby. It’s fine.” He affirmed, a hand coming to rub at your belly, “ I know this one has those emotions a tad high, and I’m sure Teensy and I blowing up your ice cream stash ain’t helping.” 

A smile fainting at your lips, at the thought of your husband and daughters sitting at the dining room table, talking and laughing over their late night dessert. 

“ So once the twins wake up and we have breakfast we can all take a family trip to the store and grab some more, alright?” He said. 

“ Mmm. And some more Oreos? And Miss Vickie’s Jalapeño?” You rubbed your eyes before looking at him intently, a smirk playing on his face, “ Ya’ know for the pain and suffering caused.” 

“ Hmm. I see.” A hand traveling to your thigh, “ Well for your pain and suffering I am willing to offer you a pint…not a a half baby…but a full pint of rocky road, with a bag of the chips.”

“ Mmm. But what about my Oreos.” You mused. 

He shook his head, “ Nope. Not on the table, beloved. Too much sugar.”

“ Mmm. I dunno. Doesn’t sound fair. I mean I already was owed the ice cream. And while the chips are a good gesture of faith. I feel I deserve more for this indiscretion.” 

He was silent, still smiling at the determination in your filled out cheeks when he said, “  Fine. Counter offer. Pint of the rocky road, bag of chips, and I’ll throw in a bubble bath and personal back massage from yours truly after dinner.” Your breath hitched, feeling a hand slip underneath your bottom to palm the bit of exposed skin you had peeking from under your night shorts. 

“ Just for the record. What kind of massage would this be? ” You coyly inquired, knowing full well what kind he meant.

He moved his mouth to your ear, “ One with a guaranteed happy ending. For us both it seems.”

And how could you deny that? 

“ Fine. I accept your counter offer with the added addition that oil will be used for my massage.”

“ Of course m’am. No other way I’d do it.” He assured, rubbing circles in your thighs. 

“ Good.” You said.

“ Great.” He one upped, “ Now, how should we close this deal? I say with a kiss.”

“ Mmm. “ You hummed, “ I dunno. I think I may need more than a kiss to seal it. And I also think we may need to try out and see how sturdy this chair is. Ya’ know for safety reasons.” 

“ And do you suggest we do that?” His voice low.

“ I dunno.” Your lips find his cheek then his ear, “ We’re already seeing how much weight it can hold, but I wonder how much…rocking or bouncing it can take.”

“ Right, safety reasons.” He mumbled across the skin of your neck, “ Well if that’s the case then—” 

“ Poppa? Mommy? ” The little voice called out from the hallway.

“ WHERE ARE YOU?!” Another yelled, ceasing both yours and Terry’s movements completely , and instead invoked laughter amongst the two of you as he helped you climb off of him and shuffle to the door to collect your late night little ice cream bandit and morning hallway screamer.

[bisexualbiancatruther]

I’m rereading six of crows, and I just have to say

“I like it when men beg,” she said. “But this isn’t the time for that”

Is such a good quote I fear