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They coming for my OG alt it seems like so im creating this backup just in case…🫣🫣

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😌Snug🤗

In which Terry wasn't ready

Warnings: none really! Fluffy! May need some edits, secret-at-work-post, soft!terry, short fic

The two of you were sleeping back to back, the mutual warmth perfect to keep you both asleep. Terry woke in the middle of the night to a full bladder but the feel of you, the soft sounds of your breathing behind him, he laid there for as long as he could to savour.

When he finally got the motivation to go to the bathroom, Terry marveled on the last half year of his life with you on the way. The ending of his last relationship felt more like an agreement than a “breakup”. She was a great woman, wonderful in mind and in body but Terry just didn’t want to stay. Didn’t want to linger or bask or any of the other things a man should want to do when he's with a woman he adores.

Then came you.

You were a flame that has never him. Bright, impossibly warm and just as so to turn away from. He’s never felt so content in his life, your love settled down on his heart like a sun-warmed feline claiming it's spot. You pulled a brightness out of his life that he hadn’t even noticed was there, that he had a sneaking suspicion that he now couldn't live without.

Even now, just the thought of you still being there when he came back to bed–Terry resisted the urge to hurry back down the bedroom. That's what the mere thought of you did to him. You made him feel giddy at any hour, at any day.

When he returned to bed, you made a little noise as he resumed his previous position. Terry was ready to stare at the wall where the nightlights of the outside world painted his bedroom wall, knowing sleep could be fickle to him. It was good not to be lonely, though.

Terry reached for the book on his nightstand, deciding to test out that rechargeable book light, only, you turned over and shifted closer to him. Terry’s back bloomed with warmth as you pressed against him, throwing an arm and leg across him. Your size difference should have made it awkward, but it was very comfortable. Beyond comfortable. Soothing? It was soothing. In his mind's eye, he imagined your naked brown skin trying to slip beneath his own, a beautiful little furnace lost in her dreams.

One of your legs rubbed against his, stroking steady and slow. Could you feel his heart beating through his back? Terry swore he could feel yours, it felt like a lullaby. Every inch of you were molded to the back of him in a perfect hug. How had he never known being held could feel like this?

You nuzzled closer and his eyes closed at the feel of your breath across his skin. He could feel your lips move but nothing came out, he felt a kiss. He could feel the silkiness of your bonnet as you managed to shift even closer–your hand spanned and kneading at his stomach.

Terry didn’t move, he didn't want to move. He didn't feel ensnared or cramped, didn't feel that timer hung over his head counting down the few minutes of his comfort.

All he could feel was you.

Terry tipped towards a sleepiness, his breathing falling in step with yours. Logically, with his size, it should have made it a bit difficult. Yet, you gathered him up like he was nothing but a body pillow. He liked it. Terry’s never been the little spoon before.

He cuddled back tentatively, pulling the arm around him higher to hold your hand. Behind him, you wriggled happily. Terry wasn't sure if he was smiling or had his heart hijacked by his body again. Either way, he was swept away by the absolute comfort of being snuggled.

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✨ending notes✨: just a little fluff!🤭😌 I haven't been reading much aside from this damned cozy cottage book and now it got me all fluffy!!! ✨💕 Tell me what you think with a reblog or a comment! Thank you for reading!!!💕💖✨💖✨💕✨💖✨💕✨💖💕

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[slutsareteacherstoo]

Yo sometí mi tarea de español al tiempo final como siempre🤪

¡Aplaude por mi!

Tengo mucho sueño y tengo que manejar a mi casa 😵‍💫

Pero ya terminé y no puedo esperar para acostarme en cama 😩

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Fontaine x Jodeci

You drive over to Big Moss' place to pick up Fontaine from his boys night in, knowing that he won't be any shape to drive after the few accidental dials that came to your phone.

Someone let you into Moss' house before returning to the couch to watch old Mayweather highlights.

You spotted ReRe's man playing Spades at a table with a few familiar faces who greeted you with drunken excitement.

That doesn't drown out the sold out show you hear from the kitchen, where Big Moss', Fontaine, Specs, and Jerome are both huddled around channeling the ancestors of R&B.

You stood there shocked and didn't realize you even had your phone out until you found yourself looking around to see if anyone else was seeing this shit.

Fontaine's voice climbed and fell over the runs, growling a promise that you were his while his boys provided harmonic support.

All of their eyes were closed and you could tell by the bent in Fontaine's back that he was through.

By the time they broke apart laughing, you had slipped back into the living room to walk in the kitchen all over again.

"Hey, baby, I was jus' thinkin' of you..." Fontaine came at you, barely holding his full weight as he gave you a warm hug. You giggled and locked your arms around him, already eager to show your little secret.

"You called and I came running. You sure you ready to go? I can swing back through if y'all wanna hang more?"

By the look on his face, he was torn. You decided for him. By kissing his cheeks and promising to return in a few hours to bring him home. Fontaine gave you another hug, whispering into your ear about how lucky he was to have you.

And some other things that had you warm faced and nudging him away before you ending up dragging him home anyway.

On your way out, you stopped by ReRe's Man and made him promise to send you any videos of 'Fontaine N' Da Fellas' if they start up again.

"Shiiet, I got a whole catalog. Imma have bae send 'em to you." He said as he knocked a fist against yours after he walked you back to your car.

A burst of laughter and song had the both of you turning back to the house, ReRe's man shook his head and jogged back to get started on his camera and duties.

You couldn't wait for the morning.

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Ending notes: small and sweet, please blame Jodeci 😌🤣

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Fontaine, Sunned

Heat built up behind his lids, Fontaine frowned and opened his eyes to catch the offending cloud go about it's day and leaving him to boil.

Still asleep with your head resting on his chest, Fontaine moved away a few locs from your neck when he saw how you glistened with sweat

For someone who fussed about the importance of not wasting 'good sunlight ', your little ass was quick to doze at the first suggestion of a break.

The hammock was nice. Fontaine can admit that a few sways in, he was out after the little yard work and gardening you both started. There were still garden tools and the lawn mower to worry about, but maybe leaving them out would motivate y'all.

He ran a hand down your back and wondered how you were able to sleep so peacefully in the open. It would be uncomfortable soon with the way the temperature rose with every day.

While he loved how brown and glowy you got during the sunnier months, he didn't want his baby to get burned.

Maybe he could make a shelter or something. A little cubby for you and your hammock. Or rather, something big enough for the both of you to lounge in as the hammock was already at it's limit.

Maybe up against the fence, in the corner. A wall that vines and flowers can climb and accompany you.

But what if the sun wasn't out? You often liked to watch the moon in the early hours when you couldn't sleep but he didn't like the idea of you being in the dark.

Wouldn't be shit to find a way to run a cord outside, to string up some of those little lights you liked so much, to but in a little bookshelf...

Fontaine could figure it out.

As his eyes slipped back closed, he dozed as his mind wandered from measurements and materials to the smell of you and the comfort of your skin.

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how would Fontaine react to his girl’s’ pregnancy glow?

(So sorry this took so long, anon! I hope you like it!🥹💕)

Fontaine would be in awe, honestly. He'd wonder how it was possible for you to become even more gorgeous--but there you were. Being fine as hell as you hop-pulled into your jeans.

He would even swear that you smell different, too. Fontaine couldn't explain the smell, but expect to be cuddled close and enjoyed.

He would absolutely show you off. From his boys to strangers at the general store, Fontaine would walk with you and feel as if he won life's lottery.

When someone sees you and coo over your belly, Fontaine can be spotted grinning in 'yeah, that was me'.

Actually, fully expect to catch this man staring admiring you. Fontaine would embody "a moth to a flame" as he was even more helplessly drawn to you.

People often assume that he in wouldn't know shit, but he's thorough. Remembers every appointment and follow-up, he'd have his own questions ready to be asked alongside of your own. Yes, he reads the baby books.

Personally, he loved being asked about the pregnancy. "She's 'bout ___ weeks now. Little is hidin' in there, so we don't know just yet but my baby been eating a lot of spicy shit... y'all got them spicy pickles?"

Expect being given flowers and foot rubs. Even if you tell Fontaine nothing even aches yet, he insists that getting a head start wouldn't hurt.

You joke that the baby didn't even have all their toes yet but was already spoiled rotten.

When you two walk through the Glen, hand in hand, it's like seeing two suns walking. You wore your smile like a halo and Fontaine's grin was all golden rays.

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It's when you began to show, the roundness of your belly becoming more pronounced.

One evening, you were standing at the stove with one hand absentmindedly smoothing over your bump as you considered the chocolate-to-milk ratio for your hot chocolate.

Fontaine took in the new shape of you from where he sat at the small table across the room. He drank in your profile, your sweet face as plump and bewitching as the rest of you.

In the low light of the stove's over head light, Fontaine saw you as his entire world.

He knew you were scared. You were worried that you wouldn't be a good enough mother, or worse--you'll become like your own mother.

Fontaine was scared, too. He worried that the life would catch up to him, his darkness spreading to cover the growing stars of his life.

In this moment of seeing you and how you were braving this next chapter with him, he was resolute. He wouldn't let that happen.

Fontaine would do anything to ensure that you kept your brightness. Anything to keep the family you're giving him safe.

Unable to be away from you anymore, Fontaine rose and joined you at the stove. You aimed a meek little smile at him, somehow still unsure of your absolute beauty.

It didn't matter. He would remind you every moment, of every day if he had to. Fontaine kissed your lips, the tip of your nose, and beneath each eye. When you reached for him, he met your embrace and his eyes slipped close in bliss.

The two of you swayed together and soon he felt himself begin to glow as well.

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About Me [last updated February 1, 2025]

Name: Atiya (a • tee • ya)

Pronouns: (they / them / theirs)

Age: 24

Black, nonbinary, bisexual, demisexual, AuDHD, local chronically ill and disabled baddie

My main side blog for writing or appreciating the work of others. I might just repost EXPLICIT/NSFT stuff on @educatorsareslutstoo cuz they already disabled messages and replies so itll be a spam 🤣. Will still ponder neurodivergently aloud about sex and yearn and lament about it on here ESPECIALLY bc we’re still in a panasonic. Please wear a mask and get you some tests if you're able to. @covid-safer-hotties has hella info on her blog. You should support her if you ever do some research over there.

I'm still a masked baddie but I'm not gon post too too much about it on here cuz i need people to NOT know me and connect me to other spaces. So if you think, you know me, no tf you don't!

But you gon see me yearning on here big time lustily and romantically. Enjoy the privilege.

If you know my main, no you don't please ignore (IF YOU A WRITER, YES THAT WAS ME BUT LET'S KEEP IT OUR SECRET).

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Writings So Far:

I Hope - A Terry Richmond x OC: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

A Poem

absolution comes in the middle of the night - a poem

your ghost made a visit - a poem

I like to read, write and be very expressive. This blog is all of over the place. I hope you enjoy🥰