warnings: slight bdsm. ruined orgasm. teasing. cheating. uh…just be warned!
(authors note: this took forever, but it’s here. i’m a little rusty at writing full on smut so…forgive me)
apartment was pitch black other than the warm orange light coming from the
window that led to his fire escape. With the warm light you could only make out
the start of the living room, but everything else was shadowed. You flattened
your back to the door, and wrapped your arms around your body feeling a bit
“Relax.” Erik’s voice resounded but you couldn’t see him
“Where are you? And why aren’t the lights on?” You looked
around and then gave up looking for him in the dark turning back towards the
door to look for the light switch. When your hand found the switches, his hand
came over yours gripping. His body followed pressing you against the door
“Leave them off.” He kissed down your neck. “Pull out your
“Why?” You asked him turning towards him. “Ain’t gon’ be no
movie making tonight.”
He chuckled softly and placed his mouth on your ear, “Take
out your phone. Now.” With that he moved away from you leaving you feeling
weightless. You faced towards the window again and pulled your phone out of
A/N: I just noticed I’m doing a slow burn. So, I hope y’all enjoy the ride. Also, I didn’t get to put this part as soon as I wanted because my job deemed me an essential worker lol. I hope this makes you’re quarantine a little bit more bearable. And I may have went a little overboard, this is 5.8k words and I still could’ve wrote some more for this part. Enjoy!!!!
During your time at Stark
Industries, you made friends with Deja and Shannon. Deja was a scientist in R
& D, and Shannon was your work rival’s assistant. Being the few black women
working for the company, y’all quickly bonded inside and outside of work.
Many Sundays with the ladies was
spent at brunches, just like this one. Except this time, they brought their
boyfriends and you dragged Erik along. Currently the three you were cutting up
waiting on their boyfriends and Erik to bring more drinks.
“So, you telling us that after
all the time you two spend together, you and Erik ain’t together?” Deja asked,
desperately trying to get one more sip of her mimosa.
You shook your head at your
friend. As soon as they met Erik, they were trying to push y’all together. “There
is nothing going on between us! We’re strictly just friends.”
“Girl, for now. You should see
the way he looks at you. He would kiss the nasty ass streets of New York
because you walked them.” Shannon said, cutting into her waffle.
A/N: Hey babies, I sincerely hope that you and yours are safe and sound in the midst of this craziness. Here’s some cute shit to break up the monotony of quarantine. I’m still going to work unfortunately every day so this took a bit longer than I would have liked. Like, read, comment and reblog if you so choose to and thanks for stopping by! Wash your damn hands, babies!
Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader
“The global pandemic, COVID-19, or more commonly known as the Coronavirus has spread through the United States at an exponential rate. It is imperative that we as public officials, indebted to the citizens of California, take every precaution to prevent community spread and encourage safe practices. The city of Oakland will mandate a 14 day quarantine for the city limits and surrounding suburbs, beginning this weekend. Please make sure to get everything that you need to sustain you and your families for the time being and take care.”
A/N: This series is almost to its end. I will be ending with Chapter 15. Thank You so much to everyone who has read and shared this story. I adore all of you soooooo much :)
How did two months go by so fast? Tour was coming to an end and It was bittersweet for Phoenix. She was able to finally see just how many people enjoyed her music and travel alongside one of her greatest friends but she missed Luna. She missed Erik? That’s been the confusing part. She didn’t really miss him but seeing how he’s been with Luna has warmed her heart. He’s been sending her videos and pictures daily. His bright smile seems to light up her world when she FaceTimes him to see Luna.
Shoutout to all the fan fiction writers for continuous new content. We’re all facing challenging times right now. Thank you for sharing your amazing work that keeps our minds at bay, and away from depressing headlines. You guys are truly appreciated. Sending positivity and love to each and every one of you.
Hey all! I wrote this last year and then never did anything with it. It’s my birthday so I thought, why not share some WIP’s with y’all to celebrate. Here’s the first one an ABO fic that was gonna be apart of a whole Dark!Erik series that never happened.
Summary: Erik takes the reader to the shooting range and learns some interesting things.
Warnings: Language, a dash a violence, Fuckboi!Erik but mostly softboi!Erik, and mentions of smut
A/N: I’m loving this series, so I hope y’all enjoy!
Hanging out with Erik was a
total shock. Back home you were used to people talking shit by dressing it up
and making it seem like a compliment, but Erik, but Erik Stevens didn’t
have no trouble speaking his mind.
If he didn’t like an idea you
had for work it wasn’t a ‘Oh, it could be better.’ It was a ‘Texas, that shit
fucking sucks. If you wanna beat them colonizers you need something better.
Wake me up when you have something better.’
He had no filter on some of
your outfits. “Y/N/N stop dressing like you about to go to the hoe down! This
is New York City, dress like it!”
Sometimes you wanted to gouge
his eyes out, but then you remembered whenever one of your coworkers insulted
you, you didn’t break down and cry in the restroom, because Erik was already
thickening your skin. You even found yourself snapping back at your coworkers
when they tried you.
Then the self-defense training
was a whole another beast! Erik was ruthless. He trained you like you were gonna join the
ghost operation, he was a part of in the Navy. It didn’t matter if you just threw
up, your ass better be ready, his words, not yours.
Also, it was pure torture, but
not because of the physical pain. It was because somehow someway Erik always
ended up naked. His raised scars were a little jarring at first, but once you
got used to them, it added to his appeal.
Erik was an Adonis, a Greek statute
in the living flesh. Half of the time you got knocked on your ass because you were
too busy gawking at his body. Sometimes it felt like he knew you were staring
because he would just smirk at you.
And then those damn gym shorts he’d
be wearing, do nothing to hide his dick print. And what you could tell from it
was that it was nothing to play with.
Today he was teaching you a new
lesson: how to shoot. Little did he know that you had expert marksmanship.
Daddy-daughter bonding with your dad was spent hunting, fishing, and shooting. Erik
Stevens was in for a surprise.
“Texas, you need to keep your
legs shoulder width apart and keep your feet planted,” Erik instructed,
sticking his leg in between yours, forcing you into the stance.
Having him this dangerously close
to you made you tremble. His scent was intoxicating and having his hard body
pressed against you made you want to lean back into him and stay there.
Towards the end of your cognitive psychology class, you had concluded that one of the most powerful lullabies in human existence was the voice of a college professor.
Of course, there were those rare instances of attending a class taught by a professor blessed with the gift of a refreshing tone. But usually, most courses (at least the ones you took) were led by monotone lecturers who spoke at just the right volume to guide anyone into slumber. On one hand, you respected and appreciated the time that each of your professors put into educating you and your fellow peers. However, it wouldn’t kill anyone if they added some inflection.
Blinking your eyes open for what seemed like the thousandth time, you peek over at Jacoby. Somehow in the fatigued atmosphere of the lecture hall, he had managed to find a way to diligently scribble down whatever he could catch from the professor. After a few minutes of staring at the pretty dark skin boy next to you, you begin to nod off again.
The sound of a whisper forces your eyes to slowly open.
Blinking lazily, you meet the amused gaze of Jacoby, who has paused from his note-taking after realizing that you were falling asleep. There are a few moments of silence between the two of you before you share a quiet snicker. The sound of laughter isn’t loud enough to interrupt the end of the professor’s lecture (considering you are seated near the back of the hall), but it catches the attention of a few students around you.
“Sorry, y'all.” Jacoby smiles at the turned heads before looking back at you. “You good? You’re gonna start droolin’ on yourself soon.”
“Shut up,” you whisper, “I was just resting my eyes.”
Jacoby only smirks as you both listen to the professors closing remarks. After two more minutes, your ears are finally released from the uninteresting drone that was the professor’s voice, and the lecture hall begins to clear.
As you rise to gather your belongings, a question from Jacoby catches your attention.
“Why you so tired today, lil mama? You’re usually fillin’ up pages of notes during a lecture…” He trails off as he looks over to you. Your arms are now lifted high above your head as you try to stretch the tired out of you. Jacoby rolls his eyes down to the small area of soft skin that was peeking out from under your shirt as you stretch. He then takes a “subtle” peek at your unintentionally poked out ass before licking his lips.
“I was up until the butt-crack of dawn finishing a paper, so I wouldn’t have to work on it tonight.” You pause, pulling out your phone to check for any notifications you had missed, “Apparently, Erik has something special planned for us this evening.” Your shy smile causes Jacoby’s heart to speed up, but he knows he can’t do anything about it.
“Ah, that’s nice. I wonder what it is.” Jacoby’s voice noticeably changes at the mention of Erik, but you’re too busy reading a message from the formerly mentioned to catch it.
meet me at my place after you get done with your last class.
what are you up to, stevens?
don’t worry bout it yet. just bring your pretty ass over here after you’re done so i can taste those lips already.
You smile and take a deep breath to calm yourself before sending a quick message back.
you better be ready. i wore the gloss that tastes like peaches today just for you.
don’t make me come and drag your ass off-campus now, because you know i will.
sorry baby. i’m just really excited to see you.
i know babygirl. just a few more hours and we then got all weekend. now go eat lunch and tell Jacoby’s bum ass to keep his eyes off what’s mine.
Containing your laughter, you turn to Jacoby, who was occupied with something on his phone.
“Erik says ‘hi’.” You lie, grinning at the knowing man next to you.
“No, he didn’t, girl.” He doesn’t even glance in your direction as you throw him a sheepish look, before turning back to your phone.
chill baby lol. i’ll see you later. i love you.
love you more babygirl.
Slipping your phone in the right pocket of your sweatpants, you bend down to retrieve your backpack. As you lean over, you notice a small pocket open and take a second to close it. Not realizing that you are giving Jacoby a full view of your thick backside, you are confused by the groan let out from the man behind you. You raise back up as you secure your backpack on your back, before grabbing your Coach purse and slinging it over your shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” You innocently gaze up at him through your eyelashes as he rises from his seat.
“Nothin’, cutie,” he sighs, “let’s go find Angie and Marvin in the dining hall before they get pissed at us for being late again.” He gives you an up-and-down before moving to the side so you can lead the way to the dining hall.
“Okay. I’m starving, so please don’t judge me when I start stuffing my face.” You smile sweetly, not noticing the look he gives you.
“Imma stuff your face with somethin’ else if you keep smilin’ at me like that,” Jacoby mumbles as you begin walking, hoping you didn’t hear him.
“Huh?” You turn back to him, straining your neck to look up at him.
He just shakes his head and laughs.
“Nothin’, ma. Let’s go.”
. . . . . . .
After a little over two hours of preparation, Erik was finally satisfied with his hard work.
The candles were in place around his two-person bathtub, waiting to be lit as you snuggled together in the warm water. The chicken alfredo casserole (one of your favorites) was still warming in the oven for later in the evening, and the wine was chilling in the cooler in the dining room. The lights throughout the house were dimmed, except for in the kitchen, and a playlist of old school R&B ballads was cued to start as your night together began.
Erik leaned against his marble kitchen counter as he took a moment to breathe.
If one year ago, someone had told him that he would be putting all of this together for anyone, he would have laughed in disbelief. But then he met you.
(As soon as he met your shy gaze from across one of the campus libraries, it was over. The bashful glances you repeatedly sent him finally beckoned him over, and it was history. The fact that you had a perfect face, pretty tits, and a thick ass also didn’t help the matter.)
Erik lightly smiles to himself as he hears his front door unlock and open.
“Erik?” You call out, gently setting down your purse and backpack, then slipping out of your shoes in the foyer. Erik doesn’t answer you and has to stop himself from smiling when you appear around the corner. Your eyes light up when you spot him still leaning against the counter. You pause for a second to take a moment to look at him and secretly calm the butterflies in your stomach.
“Hi,” you breathe out, clasping your hands together as you stand in the middle of his kitchen.
“Wassup.” He nods his head upwards with a blank face, and you giggle.
“Come here, baby doll.” Erik’s face breaks into a smirk while the sound of your laughter causes his dick to twitch.
Erik holds his hand out for you to take, and you all but run up to him. Your arms snake around his neck and you as squeeze tight as possibly can. He laughs to himself before lifting you a few inches off the ground and squeezing even tighter. No words are said between the two of you for the next few minutes as you each revel in the company to one another.
“How’s my baby?” Erik’s question is muffled due to his face being buried in the crook of your neck, and you playfully squirm from the vibration of his smokey voice.
“She’s good,” you mumble. “Missed you.” You pout a little and gently pull his head out of your neck.
Erik finally straightens but keeps his arms around your waist.
“He missed his baby, but she’s here now, so it’s all good,” Erik answers, before pulling you up into him again so he can suck on your neck. His tongue begins to dance around your jawline and collarbone, causing you to whine.
“Why you so fuckin’ sexy, hm? You got me ready to bust in my pants, and I ain’t do nothin’ but suck on this pretty little neck.” Erik reaches down to grab a large handful of your ass, before reluctantly pulling away from the soft skin of your jaw.
“As much as I wanna pound you into every surface of this house,” Erik pauses to palm and squeeze at your ass for a second before continuing, “we have time for that tomorrow. If I can last that long.” Erik finally makes eye contact with you again and you swear you were blushing.
“Right now, I want you to go upstairs to the bathtub and wait for me there, baby girl. Go ahead and start runnin’ the water, but don’t get in 'til I get up there.” You nod at the instructions and begin to walk away, but Erik catches you delicately by the arm before you can getaway.
“You better get back over here and give Daddy some love.”
You beam up at him before rising on your tippy-toes and pressing your soft mouth against his. The sound of smacking lips fills the kitchen as your hands raise to carefully cradle his cheeks. You slip your pillowy tongue into Erik’s mouth and he grunts. You smile against his lips and then hesitantly pull away from his warmth.
Erik bites his bottom lip before speaking, “Get upstairs.” The rasp of his voice causes goosebumps to rise all over your body. You can feel Erik’s eyes pierce through you as you scurry from the kitchen, and he can’t contain the smile that breaks out on his face.
“Fine ass…” you hear Erik mutter as you exit the kitchen.
. . . . . . .
As Erik enters the bathroom with a lighter and the plate of strawberries, he is greeted with the sight of you sitting on atop his large sink, your thick legs swinging back and forth. You turn your head towards his tall figure and smile.
“Thank you for starting the water, baby girl,” Erik walks over and pecks your lips before moving towards the tub to turn off the faucet. “Lemme just light the candles really quick and then we can hop in.”
After nodding your head, you jump down from your place on the sink and remove your shirt. As Erik works to light the vanilla-scented candles, you pull out your phone from the pocket of your sweatpants and set it on the counter. After your shirt, bra, and pants are off, you travel over to the laundry basket and place the clothes inside.
Erik goes to set the lighter down as he takes a glimpse at your almost naked body. His eyes run over your exposed perky breasts and black lace boyshorts before slipping out of his plain white t-shirt. He watches you pointedly avoid his gaze as you walk across the room to the large mirror, and start to put your week-old box braids into a messy bun.
“I gotchu, sweetheart.”
The next few moments are silent as Erik skillfully forms your braids into a bun high enough so that you wouldn’t have to dry them afterward. As he concentrates on putting your hair up, you take the chance the examine him in the mirror. His short locks sit perfectly on the top of his head, and you can tell he had gotten them retwisted earlier today. His thick arms and chest flexed as his fingers moved expertly throughout your braids. His pink tongue ran across his plump bottom lip in concentration, and you nearly melted.
You didn’t realize he had finished until his arms wrap around your middle.
“You’re so pretty you know that?” Erik whispers into your ear as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “Imma treat you like a queen and plus some tonight. 'Cause that’s what you are. My Queen.”
You thank him quietly, drunk on the compliments and love oozing out of your boyfriend. “You’re too much, Erik Stevens. I should be the one pampering you. You’re the one that really deserves it.” He laughs at you, before backing up and sliding down your panties. You stand still as he drops them down your legs, and you hear him moan.
“Goddamn,” Erik breathes out, trying to refrain from dropping to his knees and making you sit on his face. “We better get in before the water gets cold.”
Taking his large hand into your much smaller one, you pull him over to the tub. You enter first, nearly moaning at the warm water against your skin. As you get situated, Erik grabs the strawberries and sets them on the thick ledge of the tub. He then removes his basketball shorts, only to be bare underneath them. You both release a chuckle as he tosses his shorts to the side.
Erik slides into the bath behind you and tugs your back into his chest. After he gets situated, your head rolls back into the warm crook of his neck, and he tightens his heavy arms around you.
“So how was class, baby girl?
. . . . . . .
The last forkful of chicken alfredo casserole on your plate was fed to you by Erik. You finished chewing and swallow as you unwrap your short legs from his. Erik raises from the couch to take the now empty plates to his kitchen sink. You watch him walk away before picking up your glass and sipping at the red wine that you can’t even remember the name of.
Erik takes a few minutes to rinse off the dirty dishes and then returns with another bottle of wine.
"You’re tryna get me drunk.” You giggle tipsily, while Erik sets down the bottle onto the coffee table. He smiles knowingly and then laughs when you make grabby arms up at him from the couch. Bending down, Erik lifts you up into his arms, and you wrap your thick legs around his hard waist.
“Maybe I am.” Erik sasses, causing you to give him a wide smile. Your arms tighten around Erik’s neck as his hands travel from your back to reach under his t-shirt that you had stolen after the bath. Erik takes a minute to turn around a sit you both back down on the couch, before beginning to palm and massage the large cheeks of your ass.
You melt into Erik’s chest, while your eyelids flutter closed. His hands move from rubbing your bottom to your back, and he can feel you growing heavier as you are dragged deeper and deeper into slumber. After another few minutes, Erik concludes that you are finally asleep.
All he can do is laugh to himself, before kissing your forehead and looking at the unopened wine bottle on the table across from him. Behind it sat a duplicate of his house key that he had snuck in after dinner. Erik quietly sighed to himself, disappointed that nerves had gotten the better of his carefully thought-out plan.
Not every Princess gets a knight in shining armour. Some get tyrants who care about few things more than warring and whoreing. Husband and Wife are only titles that don’t quell affairs and love and hate are two sides of the same coin.
Fey had enjoyed her first truly fun day in as long as she could remember since being in the dale. She seldom stopped laughing. It had been her and four at first — he’d been in the great library looking over a book three times his size.
“Erik needs help and since you’re being a bad wife, I’m looking for extra strategies” the insolent overgrown child says without looking up from the papers.
“Because you know everything” Fey comments sitting beside her youngest brother.
“I know more than you”
Yeah?” Fey smiles and he hands her a scroll written in a foreign scribe.
“It says” He says proudly. “That is we divert the stream from the violet springs, soak the ashes and then wet the gardens for the net three days the plants will take root again” Fey stands placing the scroll down to make sense of the drawings before looking at her brother in shock.
“Erik doesn’t need war plans, he’s fought them for longer than you’ve drawn breath” Fey comments picking him up with ease despite his protest. “And what do you know of a bad wife?” She asks tickling him.
“I said you’re a bad wife, not that you don’t love him” Fey sits back stunned at the Childs eyes — he missed nothing and had a knowingness to his innocence. “Come on let me bring this to the council then lets get my nephews so we can start on the garden.” He smiled running towards the council only to have some of men frustrated at Erik forcing them to stomach the presence of a child among them.
“My King” Fey and Four had bowed before fining Cassius and three with Eriks sons and heading to the gardens. Its an hour before they were all laughing and slipping and falling in the mud like swine planting seeds and digging holes to enable germination. The guards stood at attention perplexed at first before the infectiousness of their happiness enlisted their help.
Fey could feel peace again, balance and what it is like to live again while having a loving family.
Fey swallows getting stares as she and her army of mud men and boys trail into the castle. The whispers wait till she’s passed until the boys laughter resumes spreading smiles throughout the palace. They are given to their attendants who wash them, fey is cleaned herself by bess who is unamused with the places she’s gotten mud in as she brushes out her hair.
“You’re a Queen not an animal” she chastises. “Good god, look at those fingernails. Fey!” She shouts starting a manicure.
“Bess” Fey giggles and its been so long Bess freezes looking at the woman she’d raised from birth and loved as much as she would have loved her own children.
“That smile could change the world” she says.
“I’ll make sure to use it net time you start fussing” Fey winks as her body is dried and clean garments fit for a queen are placed onto her.
“Where are you off to now”
“The king has been in council since sunrise, his queen may be able to relieve him of his duties as she was frolicking”
Welcome to Social Distancing Sessions: brought to you by one sentence prompts and my refusal to do actual work from home.
This one comes from the mind of the BP Librarian herself, @chaneajoyyy.
Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please comment and reblog.
“I don’t trust the government,” you mused as you scrolled on your phone. Your timeline was littered with hastily written articles on the novel coronavirus. Your eyebrows knit together in irritation when you came across a White House press conference where they assured the American people that they “had it all under control” while dodging every legitimate question from the reporters present.
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t,” Erik Stevens confirmed, kissing your bare shoulder as punctuation. “Only trust your gut.”
Your gut had told you that this was going to be a bigger deal than officials let on. Even your limited medical knowledge was enough of a warning that this untamed virus would spread fast with the American healthcare system woefully unprepared to handle it. And if there was one thing you could always count on, it was that American people were too fucking stubborn and frankly stupid to take any legitimate steps to stop the spread.
You were in an incredibly lucky position that you could work from home before it was mandated. You had elected to do just that. You’d marched to the grocery store a week early and calmly stocked up on groceries; things you could freeze or had a long shelf life, along with your usual items. Your boyfriend Erik had tagged along, an amused smirk on his face the entire time.
“Look at my little survivalist! Going for the sardines,” he’d jested.
“You make fun of me for liking these, but now is my moment!” you’d declared. You felt no guilt while cleaning out the shelf full of salty, canned fish. No one buys them anyways. At least you weren’t losing your mind over toilet paper. One pack would do unless something with the sardines went horribly wrong.
Erik had insisted that you buy some “normal” snacks that wouldn’t stink up the house, and you’d agreed. Sometimes you just need some Oreos or cheesy puffs.
It had been eight days since that final grocery trip and things were going well in your apartment. Erik and you got along famously and had thus far avoided cabin fever. Between work meetings on Skype, daily walks, dance offs, Netflix, and fantastic sex, you were set. The two of you were coming down from the height of ecstasy when your current conversation over mistrust of the government began.
“Is it sick that seeing Trumplestiltskin’s orange face makes me want Cheetos?” you turned to ask Erik. He cringed at the name.
“I would’ve never enlisted if I knew that blimp of a man would have been elected,” he groaned.
You slid your naked body out from the sex soaked sheets and padded to the kitchen on the hunt for snacks. You grabbed your salty indulgence of choice and opened the bag to find it empty.
“What the hell?” you murmured. You tried to remember if you had already eaten them already, searching through your memory of the last few days, but came up with nothing. Other than initially opening them, you definitely had not eaten the rest of the Cheetos.
In a quarantine situation, that left no other culprit than Erik.
You stormed back in to the bedroom, gripping the emptied bag in your hand. You didn’t fuck around about your snacks. This nigga had the audacity to eat them and put the empty bag back on the counter. You were going to let him have it.
Erik giggled at his phone screen, not noticing the anger on your face.
“Babe, did you see that people are saying they’re making everyone stay inside so they can replace the batteries in pigeons? And that the 5G networks are what’s actually making people sick?”
“What the fuck, Erik?” you announced.
“I know!” he guffawed, not looking up. “These conspiracy theories are sending me.”
“You ate my snacks?” you accused him, finally getting Erik’s attention. “That’s not cool. We both bought our own stuff.”
Erik looked up at you in confusion. You’d given him no warning that you were ready to fight.
“Nah. You did. I bet you’re hiding shit too!” You stomped back in to the kitchen, determined to find proof. Erik followed you, unsure of what you were on about.
You began to open the cupboards one by one, slamming them closed when you didn’t come across any hidden Takis or Chessman cookies.
“Mind telling me what this is about?” Erik inquired, leaning against the bedroom doorframe.
“This!” you rounded on him, shoving the empty Cheetos bag in his hands. “I can’t believe this!”
Erik inspected the bag carefully as you ranted about trust and rationing. His eyebrows lifted as he found the problem.
“Uh, babe,” he interjected coolly.
“WHAT?” you yelled, just reaching the precipice of your rant.
Erik turned the bag upside down and pointed at a small hole at the bottom. You looked at it closely. It wasn’t a rip or a tear. It had been chewed through.
“You have a mouse.”
You shrieked and pulled back.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! What do we do?”
Your cat had been spending a lot of time in the kitchen, staring at the stove, but you figured it was one of those weird things cats just do. You’d never seen or heard any evidence of mice. You kept your apartment clean. You definitely didn’t want exterminators coming in when you were trying to socially distance yourself. This timing couldn’t be any worse.
You looked to your cat, now camped at the foot of the bed.
“You knew about this and didn’t say anything?!”
Erik braced the edges of the stove and pulled. The unit detached from the wall easily and Erik bent down. He illuminated the wall with his phone and hummed to himself.
“Mice really are some smart motherfuckers. Looks like they haven’t been here long, but they sure like Cheetos.”
Erik stood and turned to you.
“I can have my buddy here to handle this in an hour. In the meantime, let’s check the rest of our provisions.”
You nodded, itching to pick up your cleaning products.
“Isn’t there something you’d like to say to me?” Erik probed as the two of your sorted through your bounty. You looked at him quizzically.
“Something that begins with ‘I’m sorry, Erik…’?” he said languidly.
“I’m sorry, Erik. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You didn’t eat my Cheetos,” you apologized lowly, guilt in your voice. You pushed out your lower lip, silently trying to convince him that you couldn’t be held accountable for your actions when it came to food.
He chuckled, gold fanged teeth flashing. He reached forward to hug you, having already received a confirmation text from his exterminator friend.
“I can’t say the Teddy Grahams are safe though,” he joked, eliciting a small slap on the pectoral from you.
“If someone’s going to be in this house, I need to put on clothes!” you yelped. “And a mask!”
“You’re a boy and I’m a girl But you know you can lean on me And I don’t have no fear I’ll take on any man here Who says that’s not the way it should be
I stand in front of you I’ll take the force of the blow Protection I stand in front of you I’ll take the force of the blow Protection
She’s a girl and you’re a boy Sometimes you look so small, look so small You’ve got a baby of your own When your baby’s grown, she’ll be the one To catch you when you fall…”
Massive Attack – “Protection”
“It’s okay, Sweet Pea. Don’t cry.”
Erik watched Hunstman handle Sydette roughly on his lap. She squirmed too much and Erik knew Huntsman would not hesitate to blast a two-year-old in the chest and toss her in the garbage like it was nothing. He’d murdered children in Kabul and South Africa without blinking an eye.
“Please don’t hurt her…she’s scared. Let me hold her,” Yani pleaded.
Erik gave Yani a look to keep quiet. His jaw grew rigid as he watched Shipley continue to touch her breast.
“Shut up,” Huntsman barked.
“Sit still, Sweet Pea,” Yani said.
Erik rested his Glock on his side the moment Neal had him in line with his AK-15.
Summary: Processing a break up can be hard, especially as the perfect woman to an ungrateful asshole. Healing from heartbreak Elle finds herself finding comfort in Erik’s company but he’s offering more than just kind words as a consolation. Oh, and Erik’s the ungrateful asshole ex’s cousin.
Bayyyyyyyybeeee I’m hot just like an oven, I need some lovin’
“Honestly Elle whats wrong with you? He cheated so what if you fuck his cousin? At this point I encourage it cause you’re interrupting my me time with your lonely ass” Her bestie says over face time getting an annoyed eye-roll in response. There was something about Erik that Elle couldn’t shake. The little details of decor in the house, how kind he’d been, how he’d seriously just given her such a nice place, for free and with no strings attached. He was mindfucking her, literally. He was there in almost every idle thought.
“Put yourself out of misery and just do it”
“You’re giving me bad advice” Elle shout’s continuing to cook when she hear’s footsteps. “Hello?” She ask’s bracing herself until Erik rounds the corner.
“Hey sorry to bother you, I just need something” He comments looking at his phone and somewhere else. Its disappointing when he doesn’t make an effort to give her further acknowledgement disappearing down a corridor.
“Look at you all pouty like a puppy” Reese whispers making Elle rush to her earpods - “come on you deserve to be fucked and good by someone who knows how” Reese says sending Elle into full blush. Only her best friend could repurpose romantic lines from movies to get her all worked up.
“Shut up Reese, I’ll call you back”
“When you do I want full details, offer him some food - balls empty, belly full” Reese winks over the phone before Elle hangs up heading back to the pot of food and stirring. Elle continues with her culinary delights even after she hears footsteps and feels Eriks eyes canvassing her body, her hair tucked neatly into a low bun as she cooks in a short house dress.
Not every Princess gets a knight in shining armour. Some get tyrants who care about few things more than warring and whoreing. Husband and Wife are only titles that don’t quell affairs and love and hate are two sides of the same coin.
With a lot on your mind, you
set your purse down on the table and went to refill your drink. The stress of
the workday was getting to you and you were only midway through it. Before you
went back to work you had to figure out a way to deal with some of your shady
Making your way back to your
booth, you saw two men standing there arguing. You were hesitant to go back and
was about to find a new seat to avoid the scene but then you remembered your
“Man, I’m telling you put that
shit back or we gonna have a real problem here,” you heard, getting closer to
“How about you mind your
business?” The other guy asked, moving his arm behind his back. That’s when you
noticed he had your purse in his hand. The dread head was trying to get this
thief to put down your purse.
Noticing movement near him,
your savior turned to you. Pointing to your bag, he asked, “Aye, lil mama is
that your bag?”
Your mind short-circuited for a
moment because of this man. He was so damn sexy. Tall, dark, and thick just
like you liked em. He sorta reminded you of the guys back home except for the
Finally, gathering your bearings
you answered the man. “Yeah, that’s my bag and I don’t know why it’s in his
The Good Samaritan stared down
the potential thief and pulled up his shirt to reveal his gun and v-cut you
couldn’t keep your eyes off of. “You got 10 seconds to figure out if that purse
is worth a hospital bill.”