Erik finally shut the front door with his foot and locked it as Laila held onto him for dear life. He sat on the couch as she straddled him. She pressed her lips against his, pushing his locs out of his face.
“I missed you so much.”
Erik caressed her cheek with his thumb as he bit his lip. “I missed you too, lil baby. You have no idea.”
Laila kissed his face and wrapped her arms around his neck again, lying her head on his chest.
“You smell good as hell. I couldn’t wait to get back to this. Mmm.”
Erik rubbed small circles into her lower back as he buried his face into her neck, taking in the scent of brown sugar and vanilla.
Laila finally came back from her moment of bliss, lightly punching him in the shoulder.
“Ah, damn! What was that for?”
“For leaving me for three months, nigga. I was about to Facetime you for a little bit, eat my cheesecake, and cuddle up with my body pillow until I fell asleep.”
“You ain’t even gotta worry about all that, shawty. Big Papa is back.” He grinned at her as he patted his chest.
Laila scoffed and laughed.
“Whatever. Just don’t leave me like that again.”
Laila had so much more to say, but she didn’t know if it was the right time. She convinced herself that she would delve deeper into her feelings in the morning. He had been on a plane the majority of the day and she just wanted to enjoy being back in his arms.
Erik lifted her chin to look in her eyes before he spoke. “While I was away, I thought about you every single day. I could tell you were trying to keep it together while I was gone. Truth is, I was too. You know shit can get crazy in my world, but you decided to be apart of anyway.”
Erik paused, knowing he needed to cut to the chase. He closed his eyes and opened them again to see Laila’s honey brown orbs stare into his once again.
“I spent all day on the plane tryna come up with a clever way to tell you this and I don’t know no other way to say it. I just… I love you, Laila. You look out for me, but you ain’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit. I know I be wylin’ sometimes and there are plenty of girls who would just let me do whatever. Not you. You challenge me and I didn’t know I needed that until we got together. I ain’t tryna be long-winded, but after all the shit I’ve been through and seen while I was away, I knew I needed to get back to you asap and tell you that. I wanna be all up in your face and space for as long as you’ll let me. “
Laila tried to hold back her sniffles and dab her tears away. Neither of them were vulnerable people by nature, but they were both trying. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her chest. He felt the same way she did all along.
“I thought about you everyday too and I was afraid to let you know how I felt. I knew you had a lot going on with your family that you had to handle so I didn’t wanna put anything extra on your plate, but I’ve felt this way for a while. I love you too, Snookums. With all my heart.”
Erik snickered at his nickname as he wiped away her tears. Erik glanced out the balcony window of her condo to see the fireworks from downtown.
The clock struck midnight on the dot. “Happy New Year’s, baby. Can I get my 2020 kiss or nah?”
Laila giggled as she rubbed his neck and brought his face to hers. Erik lifted her chin to press his soft lips against hers once more, caressing her face with one hand as he rubbed her lower back.
For the last three months, all they had was Facetime, phone conversations, and the photos they texted each other.
Both of their senses were heightened at every touch. Soft kisses turned into passionate ones, rubbing, and grabbing.
Laila pulled his Nike hoodie and t-shirt over his head with one tug, tossing it to the side of the couch. Erik followed suit as he pulled his old t-shirt over her head to reveal her pierced nipples.
She ran her hands down his chest and abs to feel the small scars all over his chest and torso. His body heat and touch had her senses in overdrive.
Erik bit his lip as she rubbed his chest. He swept loose curls from her bun out of her face before standing with her in his arms, heading to the bedroom.
Erik laid her against the pillows, pulling her shorts over her hips to toss them. No panties. She never wore any around the house, but her glistening center had him ready to ravish her.
Laila instantly closed her legs at the cool air, causing goosebumps all over her body.
“Uh-uh, you ain’t gotta hide from me.” Erik grabbed her thick thighs, pulling her to the middle of the mattress, placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs before he got to her stomach and breasts.
Laila was trying her best to be patient, but she couldn’t wait. She moaned into his ear as he licked and sucked her neck as he kept her spread eagle. She was normally all for foreplay, but she was a ticking time bomb.
Laila grew impatient and raised up on her elbows to pull off his sweats and boxer briefs herself. Erik watched as she continued to undress him before wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her.
“Well goddamn!” Erik chuckled as her forehead wrinkled in sexual frustration.
“I want you now.”
“Say less, baby. I got you.”
Erik pushed her legs back to slide into her inch by inch. He hissed at her walls gripping him instantly.
Laila closed her eyes, toying with her nipple rings as he sped up. Erik gripped her thighs tighter to get her attention.
“Mm-mm, look at me.”
Laila gripped his forearm as she looked in his eyes. He glided in and out of her sopping wet folds, pulling her closer,
“Oooh fuck, baby, you’re so deep!” Laila pressed her hand against his stomach to alleviate the pressure. He caught her hand, pressing a kiss against her wrist.
“You tryna run from me? Huh?”
Laila gave up as she threw her head back into the pillows. She felt the pressure mounting as he slid in and out of her while he strummed her sensitive nub with his thumb. Her legs began to shake as a warning.
“Oh my God! Baby…” She whimpered his name as she tried to control her shaky legs.
“Let it go for me babe, let that shit go.” He slowed his stroke down but sped up rubbing her clit.
She let out a guttural moan as she squirted all over his hand and abdomen. He sucked on her bottom lip as he rubbed her shaky thighs.
“FUCK! I been waiting for 3 months to make you cum again. C’mon baby, give me another one.”
Laila swiftly rolled over and pushed Erik onto his back before she sunk down on his girthy member.
Erik slapped her thigh before gripping her hips as she rode him like her life depended on it. She wound her hips and bounced on his throbbing dick, causing him to groan her name.
“Fuck, Laila! Shit!” He squeezed her full breasts as she wound it up on him repeatedly. She had her mind set on riding him into oblivion the minute she opened her front door and saw his handsome face. Laila was finally getting her way and she was having a field day.
She rolled her hips in slow motion as she leaned forward to lick and kiss his neck. She knew what she was doing.
She giggled at his groans as she sucked his bottom lip. She teasingly mocked his words from 15 minutes ago.
“Let it go for me, babe. Let that shit go.”
She had a vice grip on his throbbing member and wasn’t letting up. Erik was doing everything he could to ride it out, but she was breaking him down slowly.
His breath quickened as he watched her breasts bounce as she moved up and down his length.
“Fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum. I’m cummin’ Laila! SHIT.”
Laila began rubbing her clit as her pelvis grinded against Erik’s.
Erik gripped her ass cheeks as they came together, panting to catch their breaths.
Laila lifted off of him to wrap her leg around his waist, kissing his lips.
Erik finally spoke, coming down from his high. “Happy New Year’s to ME. Shit.”
Laila giggled as she laid on his chest. “Welcome home, my baby.”
That concludes my first Erik Stevens/Erik Killmonger fic. Lemme know what y'all think!
A/N: I know it’s late as hell!! But I kept my word about getting this out tonight!!! LMAO i’m fucking exhausted, borderline seeing double right now, so I hope y’all like this addition to Peepshow. Am I doing too much? Please be real with me, and tell me if I need to sit my ass down somewhere. Anyways, thank you for all of the love as always, and let me know if you want to be tagged in the future!!
Pairing: Erik x Thick Black OC
1500 paying subscribers in 5 days. Erik was totally blown away that so many people in so little time were interested in him and Sade. All of this came from one video! One lazy Saturday of theirs, Erik and Sade were cuddled up on their California King bed, looking through the comments to gauge what their follow up video should be.
“Damn they both fine as hell! Seeing them fuck each other 😩😩😩!”
“OMG his dick is so beautiful! Damn she lucky!”
“She is thick as fuck AND fine!!! I feel seen!”
“Her thick ass needs a butt plug or something in that tight little asshole.”
“I wanna see him tie her up and edge her til she can’t take anymore! Instant nut 💦”
This was written over a week ago and I completely forgot. I started to to give myself a short timespan and a clearer direction of where to take this. Its just a matter of sitting and writing it.
Plot: When good friends make bad choices for good times with a bad guy.
Character: Killmonger, thats all you need to know
Warnings: Language, Light smut
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.” Briar was rushing back into the room and straight over to Michelle and M’Baku at the bar.
“What? What’s wrong?” Her eyes were barely open.
“Guess who I just met.” Briar was getting ready to take out her phone to show her before the bride-to-be comes over.
“Here are my girls!” She squeals and gives both of them a hug. M’Baku’s face looks as though he smelled a sudden whiff of dog shit. “Michelle, you’re blonde.”
“I am. I like it.” Michelle knew Dorinda was going to be livid the moment she saw it.
“Why?” She forced a smile to not cause a scene.
“Something different. You know. You look good. Strong like bull.” She couldn’t finish complimenting her without laughing.
“Thank you. We’ve all come a long with since college. You’re much smaller.”
“Yeah stress from all of the traveling.” She brushes her braid behind her ear revealing her blonde shaved sides. The tears start to well up in Dorinda’s eyes as she stares at Michelle’s shaved sides from less than a foot away.
“We’re all different people since college. And you! I thought you never wanted to get married.”
“It took the right man to convince me—”
“Ha!” M’Baku interjected and looked away.
“Look at you Briar. You’re supposed to gain the weight during college and not after. Is everything okay?” Dorinda squeezed her arm and rubbed it.
Briar was happier than ever. In college she had to keep her weight in check because her body was paying her way through school. Every workout, every drink, every crumb was accounted for and paid for the education she wouldn’t have been able to afford otherwise. She took college the most serious and knew she couldn’t afford to mess up by getting drunk during the season. She wanted to pledge with Alicia but couldn’t afford it and didn’t have the time. She really wanted to join Michelle on her weekend escapades but had games. Dorinda was the only other person around and both of their social lives were limited to what the others introduced them to. Yes, she could have reached out to her teammates but she had their respect for being the top scorer, nationally ranked, and captain.
“I had my titty grabbed for the first time in second grade. Vincent Jones. He was a cunt.” Michelle stated to no one in particular.
“Okay. Anyway, it’ll be easier to transition when I step away for a few years.” Dorinda was very smug and vague on the topic. Nobody at the bar truly cared about what the fuck she said but they played the game with her.
“Why are you stepping away?” Michelle as condescendingly.
“We want to start a family soon.” She rubs her stomach and Briar stares at her hand ready to break it.
“What if he dies?” Michelle continued.
“God has a plan for everyone.” And that was all M’Baku could take until he walked away to find his seat.
Dorinda’s father was going from conversation to conversation to inform the guests it was time to sit for dinner and speeches. When it came time for him to approach Michelle and Briar, he simply tapped his daughter on the arm and gave her a stern look.
“Time for dinner. I can’t wait to hear your speeches.” Dorinda cheerfully walks away and joins Eric’s side at the table.
“Wait, we have to give a speech?” Michelle was one drink away from calling it a night.
“Come on Lohan.” Briar did her best to disguise her drunkenness and was succeeding until Michelle tripped while climbing into her chair. Alicia saw and was embarrassed even though the other bridesmaids were sitting in between them.
After a very touching speech from T’Challa, it was Alicia’s turn and she had her notecards laid out in front of her.
“Either speak from the heart or pass the fucking mic.” Dorinda whispered to her through her smile and grabbed her hand.
“It is but I don’t want to mess up.” She whispered back while going over each card.
“Yeah because if you do then you can forget about meeting daddy’s friend the senator.” Dorinda threatened.
“Is it our turn? I wanna go. I wanna talk.” Michelle was leaning over the laps everyone between her and Alicia.
“No. No. No talking for you,” Briar pulled her back and sat her in the chair.
“And now to pass the mic to these lovely bridesmaids, Alicia.” T’Challa signals for her to begin. When she was getting ready to stand, Dorinda attempted to discreetly slap the cards out of her hand that spilled beneath the table. Briar watched as Alicia started to panic before she stood.
“Hi everyone. I actually would like to say something, if you don’t mind A,” she took a deep breath and chugged Michelle’s drink. “For those of you that don’t know, I’m Briar-Rose. I am one of Dorinda’s good friends from college although we didn’t start that way,” Briar was having trouble making eye contact with the crowd. “I initially hated her. We all did. Alicia and Michelle included.”
“She’s kidding.” Alicia whispered to Dorinda.
“I most definitely did.” Michelle chimed in.
“I couldn’t stand her,” Briar looks over at her with a straight face. “I couldn’t recall anyone I hated more in my entire life other than my little brother. There was no way I would have predicted to be here right now by her side as she prepares to marry the love of her life and a friend of a lifetime.” Her eyes switch to Erik who was becoming restless in his seat. “Over the next couple weeks of bonding over common feelings of homesickness and jealousy of those upperclassmen with actual plans on a Saturday night, she grew on me. Now this woman right here is the more refined and regal version of the Dorinda that I knew. The one I knew saw a satin pillow as a luxury instead of necessity, lived in sweats and Timbs like the true New Yorker she is, and couldn’t tell the difference between a peplum and babydoll top. She was so fashionably challenged but she didn’t care. Sweats and Timbs became her uniform for the next four years.” There was a roar of laughter from the crowd. “Day after day she wore the same outfit whether it was a cool Fall 65 degree day or damn heatwave. She knew who she was and she wasn’t changing that for anyone. If I can recall correctly, the night we met Eric was the first time I saw her wear something different. It was that night when Eric entered our lives. Now, I’m not saying that Eric wouldn’t have looked at her but if you know Eric then you know he has a type.” The groomsmen started cheering and Briar is flushed by T’Challa’s cackle. “And if you know Dorinda then you know he wasn’t her type yet here we are witnessing how much love can change a person. For better or worst they found the beauty within each other. They found what they were searching for in each other. My guess is Eric’s ability to be extra brings out Dori’s confidence and allows her to be the bad bitch we know her to be.” A couple of women clap. “Dorinda’s motivation and determination could only be matched by Eric’s. That night we met him, he was more than determined to break into the Ethiopian restaurant in the middle of Fells. He drove all the up from Annapolis for some doro wit or whatever it was. We all thought he was some drunken sailor up for Fleet Week but he was actually much more than that. Dorinda was the only one of us that knew anything about Ethiopian food. Right then and there was the second sign. At the end of the night and after some very delicious injera, they discussed the season for the Raiders. How they each have the guts to discuss a team other than the home team here in here Birdland—“ the guests cheered again “is beyond me. What I do know for absolute is that once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. There has always been a bigger force connecting these two. And now by the sound of everyone’s stomachs, its time to bow our heads and give thanks to that force. Dorinda’s father, Dr. Walker, if you could do the honor.” Everyone grabbed hands and bowed their head.
“You fucking killed it bitch.” Michelle wiggled their holding hands. Briar sat down and looked over to see Eric staring back at her. For once his eyes were not full of hatred.
Once the food was served, Ethiopian family style, everyone was able to fall back into place. Except for Dorinda. She hated Ethiopian food.
“What the fuck is this? I thought I said Italian for the rehearsal dinner.” Dorinda snapped at Erik.
“You said my family pays for tonight so we’re paying for what we like. Eat up. It’s my favorite.” His eyes said he didn’t care about her opinion but his lips pressed to her’s said otherwise.
Michelle was soon asleep on the table and Briar left her there as she enjoyed her meal. Anytime one of the staff members or guests came by, she mentioned her long flight from Asia. When the dinner was over and the guests started leaving, the only people that remained in the room were wedding party minus Erik and Dorinda who stepped out to fight some more.
“Bast, is she ever going to let him go?” T’Challa questioned Alicia.
“You never know. She’s never happy when she doesn’t get her way.”
“I’m just a handmaiden making sure she gets her way.” Alicia flipped her hair and attempted to give him bedroom eyes.
“Are you tired? You should go to bed young lady,” W’kabi smirked.
“I’m fine. Wide awake. So awake that I’m going to need some help getting back to sleep. How do you feel T’Challa?” Alicia refocused on him.
“I feel fine but I would like to get this night over with.” He stood and tucked his chair in.
“What did you have in mind?” She grabbed his hand.
“We are going to some… block with Eric tonight.”
“The Block? You guys are going to The Block?”
“Yes we are, would you ladies like to join us?” W’kabi chimed in.
“I prefer my strip clubs to be established, diverse, well secure.” Alicia slowly let go of T’Challa.
“Bitch just say they’re ratchet. Theres only 1 decent club. All the others are sketch and you’re guaranteed to catch either a bullet or a STD.” Briar spoke up.
“Does Eric know this?” T’Challa was very concerned about with that his cousin was getting into.
“Ha! Are you kidding me? Back in the day he owned the block. They knew him by name.”
“What? He owned a strip club?”
“That’s not..that’s not what I meant.” Briar’s phone started ringing and she quickly silenced it. “But count me out. I still have stuff to do for work.” She didn’t bother to look up.
“I have to prepare for our Bachelorette’s Day tomorrow.” Alicia stood up and cleared her throat.
“What’s about slopapotamus here?” Briar checked to make sure Michelle was still breathing.
“Carry her.” Alicia instructed Briar.
“This isn’t college. I can’t just throw her over my shoulder.” Briar retorted.
“She weighs like 80lbs. You can’t lift 80lbs?”
“Can you?” Alicia could barely carry herself on a good day.
“I will carry her for you.” M’Baku came over and swept her out of the chair with one arm. He was carrying her bridal style with the girls following.
M’Baku laid her on the bed in her and Briar’s room. Briar was tempted to ask him for Eric’s number but didn’t feel comfortable enough to do so without Michelle awake. Alicia joined her in the room with her laptop to go over everything for the wedding.
“So, Eric still hates you.” Alicia poured a glass of wine and didn’t look up.
“I can clearly see that.” Briar was laying on the bed scrolling through Dorinda’s Facebook.
“Did you ever tell him?”
“What do you think? Hell no I didn’t. I wouldn’t want those problems. How has he been tolerating you?”
“Not sure. My guess is Dori is forcing him since I’m doing so much for the wedding.” Alicia was a professional liar. Her and Eric were both in Massachusetts for graduate school and spent a good amount of time together. Have lunch, going to dinner, and fucking out of convenience. And it took one weekend of Dorinda visiting her to change all of that.
Briar’s phone rang and she stepped into the hallway to take it. She paced up and down the hall on the call for over an hour. At one point Alicia came out to check on her before retreating back into her room. Not long after that, the sound of barking echoed out of the elevator. Briar turned around to see W’Kabi and M’Baku carrying Erik out of the elevator. T’Challa was right behind them lecturing an incoherent Erik on his behavior.
“Just because they say you can touch, does not mean you can take advantage.”
“Shut yo pretty ass up. If I’m paying, I’m touching. And if I paying big, I’m fucking.” Erik slurred as he tried to catch his footing. His arms were around the groomsmen’s necks.
“You are disgusting Erik and that behavior is not fit for someone of the N’Jobu family,” T’Challa sees Briar out of the corner of his eye. “Briar, please tell him that he knows better. How damaging his behavior is to the royal family.” Before she could speak, Erik planted a food and pivoted to face her.
“This bitch gets zero say about me, my family or the throne. She had her chance.”
“Erik, chill out. I haven’t even done anything to you.”
“Man, fuck you Briar and your fucking thotty ass crew.” He started approaching her bracing himself on the wall.
“What the fuck? Fuck you Erik. Or should I say Prince N’Jadaka, your royal fuckboy.” M’Baku covers his mouth to hide his giggles. W’kabi looks between all of them and can sense how fast the conversation is going to escalate. They both turn to walk down the hall very slowly. As much as they would like to watch the drama, they didn’t want to watch drama involving the royal family’s name.
“You better watch your fucking mouth.”
“Or what? What are you going to do? You don’t run shit in this country. You ain’t shit here. So if you’re going to do something then do it. I’m right here. Fuck me up. Whether its with some truth, some dick, or the fact that you’re marrying one of my best friends.”
“You have to be a friend to have a friend. You’re no one’s friend here. Do everyone a favor and just disappear again.” His voice softens. Briar felt bad and reached out to help him but he snatches his arm away. T’Challa approached and tries to help him to his room.
“Briar, do you mind?” T’Challa held the hotel room key out. She took it and followed them to the room. Once inside, T’Challa threw him on the bed before going into the bathroom. Briar took off Erik’s shoes and socks and rolled him over to his stomach. She poked her head in the bathroom before leaving.
“Hey, I’m heading out. Have a goodnight.”
“Briar, can you explain to me what is going on between you two?” He hung his jacket on the back of the door.
“I don’t think he would want me telling you. Its stuff from years ago and to be honest I’m not even sure of what it is.” She stepped inside and leaned on the counter.
“You know his name. His real name. You know who I am?”
“Yes and I apologize if I off—“
“No, he is the one that is putting our name in jeopardy.” He leaned on the counter.
“How is he?”
“It is hard to tell. He doesn’t exactly have a close relationship with the family. We offered to host the wedding in Wakanda but he declined.”
“What about Dori?”
“I get the impression she does not know.”
“What? She doesn’t know you offered or that he’s Wakandan royalty?”
“Both. The only thing he has told us is the wedding date.”
“Aren’t you the best man?” Briar leaned on the counter next to him.
“Doesn’t mean I am the best man for the job. I couldn’t even tell him whether or not he should proceed with this union.”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“She is your friend and I do not mean to offend you.”
“The words I would use to describe her I shouldn’t use in your presence your highness.” T’Challa laughed and covered his mouth to not disturb Erik.
“I agree.” Briar smiled and looked up at him. T’Challa faced her and put his hands on her hips. Without question, Briar attacked his lips with her’s and pulled him closer by his tie. She knew Alicia wanted him and it was wrong because he was Erik’s blood but fuck Erik.
Briar wasn’t actually interested in T’Challa. Part of her just wanted to get laid and another part of her wanted to get revenge on Erik for what he said.
The king himself removed her hoody from over her head to reveal her black strapless bra. He stands back to admire her for a moment before she unhooks it and buries his face in her chest. She is working on getting his pants off she notices how rough he is with squeezing and sucking on her breasts. It must be all Udaku men she thought. To have a moment of reprieve, she pushes him back against the wall to get his pants off and slides off her shorts. She hops onto the counter and spreads her legs for him to have his way with her. T’Challa is staring at her chocolate clam shell as he tries to neatly unbutton his shirt, Briar is staring him down as she’s knuckle deep within herself biting her lip. She pulls her two fingers out of herself and gestures for him to come over with them. In less than a second T’Challa has her fingers in his mouth and his dick inside of her. She learned from the last time she had sex with an Udaku that birth control was a necessity.
When T’Challa finished, he immediately started apologizing and helping her get dressed.
“It’s fine your highness. I’m a big girl.” Briar smiled as she pulled up her shorts.
“That was very inappropriate of me. I shouldn’t have–” he was focused on getting himself dressed.
“It’s fine. I’ll stay with him for a few to make sure he’s okay. Go get some rest. Wash some of that stripped glitter off of you.” She rubbed the side of his face before giving him one last peck on the lips.
“Yes, I will. Can we n–”
“Say no more.” She could sense in how shakey his voice was that he was terrified of Erik finding out what just took place. She watched him leave out before she climbed on the bed next to Erik. He was knocked out and if it wasn’t for the consistent snoring she could hear in the bathroom, she would have thought he heard what happened. Even though it was looking like they could no longer make memories together, she was making one of her own and took a picture of how peaceful he looked.
U okay? Alicia texted her
Golden. Staying with Erik for a bit. Passed out.
He’s fine. Come back. You need beauty sleep.
What about some booty-sleep? Briar attached a picture of herself using Erik’s butt as a pillow.
His slim thick ass. I’m going to bed but Dori comes after me. Left your door unlocked. Goodnight!
Briar took one last look at him before placing a kiss on the side of his head. She headed back to her room and went to bed.
Yeah we’ll say 15. I gotta re-do that Master List. Life has been on that BS lately. Trying to make the best of it. Let’s get back to the regular scheduled program, shall we? We probably won’t… My apologies if it seems like it went from zero to a hundred.
Plot: What happens when Killmonger meets someone as desensitized as him?
Characters: Y/N, Erik Killmonger, Adonis Creed
Word Count: You’re asking too much from me
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual language, Mental health
The warmth surrounding your body wakes you up. You wake up later then you need to for work but could still make it if your hurried. After adjusting your eyes you notice that the pillow you placed between you and your bunkmate is now missing and you’re face to face with him with only a few inches between you. You take the time to appreciate him more since you are up close. He looks at peace for once and not angry and calculating as he often is. His cupid’s bow is the most welcome part of his face and it teases you to get to know what is right below it even more. Staring at his lips, they would have been the most full set to ever grace your face and you weren’t hating that idea right now. You move one of his locs out of his face and his eyes start to flutter open.
“If you don’t take your ass to the bathroom to brush your teeth.” His voice was low and raspy.
“I’m not the one with gold in my teeth starting to look bronze.” His face was perfect. If only the attitude that comes with it was gone.
“You can leave whenever you want.”
“I am. I gotta go to work.” You begin sliding away from him.
“I’ll drive you. I gotta go in.”
“You think that’s a good idea?” You were not prepared to piss off your father that much.
“I’ll drop you off at the bus stop,” you kick him and smile at how cute he is when he winces. “I’m kidding. Get dressed.”
Without another word, you get up and start preparing for the day in the bathroom. You try to piece together a semi-professional outfit but know good and damn well you’re going to look your age. The last thing you do is brush your teeth and that is when Erik lost his patience for you taking over the bathroom in HIS hotel room. He came busting in and peed in the toilet without shame. After what you learned about how the heavens built this man, he had no reason to know what the word shame meant.
You watch him through the mirror and miss your toothbrush completely with the toothpaste. He comes over to wash his hands and looks at you like you’re stupid. You shrug and try it again. Erik reaches across you to grab his toothbrush holds it out for you to assist him like the last time you two were together in the hotel. You apply a tiny minuscule amount to his brush and begin putting the cap on. He reaches to snap it out of your hand and you pull it away from him. He tries again and you jump back from him. He back you into the wall and raises his knee between your legs. At this point you’re having a fit of giggles. Erik places his face in your neck and it occurs to you that its finally happening. Those lips beholding what is probably the only bit of fat on this man were hovering over your skin. You’re finally going to have sex with someone you actually want to. When you feel his hand on your hip, you relax and toss your head back. In that moment he snatches the toothpaste out of you hand brings you back to reality and you see his shoulders bouncing as he walks back to the sink. Motherfucker…
You’re busy going through work emails before you notice you’re headed in the wrong direction.
“No. No. No. Are you kidnapping me? Where are we going? This is the wrong way. This isn’t funny.” You start to panic and look over to see him unphased.
“You’re kidnapping me.”
“I didn’t tell my father anything you told me.”
“You know I’m not destined for anything great. My life is horrible and its going to send me to an early grave.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He mumbled.
“Please don’t kill me.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He mumbled again.
“Is this about last night? I’m sorry. I’ll give you head if thats what you want.”
“Would you please shut the fuck up?” He finally snapped at you loud and clear. “Just trust me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
You get quiet and contemplate texting your father. You know Erik sees your phone in your hand and that he knows he could just snatch it to end all possibility of this escalating. His eyes are focused on the road and you see him taking an exit North.
When he finally pulls up, he’s at Silver Hill Hospital, where you mom has been for the past couple of years.
You turn to him with tears in your eyes not sure why you’re there.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t make me go in there. Did my father send you to bring me here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be admitted. I’ll go to therapy I pro—,” he cuts you off by shushing you.
“You’re going to be okay. Let’s go.” He run his finger down the side of your face before getting out and assisting you as well.
The building looks worst than you imagined. It was isolated, dreary, and looks like the type of environment it is. Although when the incident first happened and you considered filing charges, it was obvious that she needed to be here instead of prison. You had never gone to see her since then. There was nothing to say to her.
Erik walked you into the hospital with his hand on your back. He spoke to the front desk attendant and handed you a visitor badge. You watch him and notice that he puts one on as well. You both empty your pockets and proceed down the hall. A man in scrubs greets you both and begins to give you a small tour. You don’t hear a word he says because all you can hear is your heartbeat inside of your head. You start to become lightheaded and grab ahold of Erik’s arm. He links it with his and rests his other hand on top of yours. Your other hand grabs hold on his arm and you try your best to continue walking.
“I can’t do this,” you whisper to him as you turn to walk away. He stands in your path and rubs your hand reassuringly but keeps following the attendant.
“And this is the art room. Rhonda? Rhonda? You have a visitor. Take a look at who it is.” He approaches the woman slowly as she is painting frantically on a canvas. She is one of 3 women in the room but there are double the amount of staff.
Rhonda is sitting with her back in the corner and the easel in front of her. She moves meticulously between the canvas in front of her and the paint surrounding her on either side.
“Rhonda, Y/N is here.” She looks around the easel to see you standing there gripping onto Erik for dear life. She looks worst than ever and the dead expression in her eyes sends chills down your spine.
The last time you saw your mother, she started letting herself go. She stopped relaxing and coloring her hair which is now short and natural. The concept of a vegetable because a memory and tequila was giving her a reason to wake up.
“That’s not Y/N.” She goes back to painting.
“Yes, it is. Why don’t you get a good look at her.” The attendant next to her encouraged.
“I did and that is not my daughter. My daughter is dead just like her brother.” You could feel Erik start to lose his grip on you. Even though he was physically there to support you, his face says he realizes how much of a mistake it was to do this.
“Mom, it’s me.” She looks again walks over with the paint palette in her hand. She takes a good look at you from head to toe. She pinches your face and your arm and looks up at Erik.
“Not my child,” she turns and starts to retreat back into her corner.
“Rhonnie…” the attendant cooed. She starts to mumble to herself and perpetually gets louder.
“No the fuck its not,” She throws the whole can of red paint at your face. “My daughter is dead just like my son! She should have went first! The little bitch. That fucking little bitch took my son away from me.”
You try to wipe the red paint out of your eyes as you run down the hall. Its hard to distinguish the acrylic from your blood as you feel a stinging sensation between your eyes. The same attendant that brought you to your mother is right behind you with a towel. Erik is soon there trying to help you calm down and clean you up but all he ends up doing is smearing the paint all over you.
“You’re okay Y/N. Calm down. You’re fine.” He keeps wiping you off.
“No! You don’t get to tell me anything,” you snap and slap Erik across the face. “Shady son of a bitch. I fucking hate you.” Your red fists start attacking his midsection. “Hurry up and fucking die. I can’t fucking wait until the day my father tells me that the two of you are dead.” At this point you’re sitting on his chest giving him the beat he should have received the first time you laid eyes on him.
It wasn’t until two of the larger guards pull you away that you assess how much damage you’ve done to him. It was more than the first two rounds you two went one on one. Looking at the red splattered across his face, you can tell what is from you and what is from your mother.
Erik’s eyes are full of regret and hurt as he finally understands why you avoid your mother at all costs. A few of the other attendants try to help him up until he pushes them away.
“Put her down.” You were still spazzing in the arms of the guards. “I said let her go.” He shoots them a threatening look until they let you go. Slipping on the paint trail that followed you, you scramble to your feet as you retrace your steps out.
Outside you’re sitting next to the car sobbing on the ground. Ever since Erik came into your life, its gone to shit. You were having bad sex with your neighbor whose cuffed by the local whisper singer, your father’s big ass head popped up trying to run your life, your mother is still trying to take you out with every chance she gets, and now this demon in fatigues is forcing you to face everything you’re tried to run away from since your feet touched the ground post college graduation.
Erik coming up to you with his shirt off and hands you scrubs that match the staff of the hospital. He doesn’t look at you and waits for you to change before taking your clothes and putting them in the trunk with his shirt. You climb into the front seat trying to calm down by taking deep breaths but you have sporadic coughing fits with matching whimpers.
The closer to get to the city, you mention him taking you to the office. He doesn’t reply to you but acknowledges your wishes. He pulls up to the building and holds out his hotel key. This was his olive branch that he already extended to you the night before. You take it and make your way into the building hiding you face.
As you try to speak walk pass your father’s office, he’s calls your name. You immediately make U-turn and enter directly into his office and sit in your usual chair while looking everywhere but at him.
“You want to tell me why you’re just showing up?” He peers at you over his glasses. You tuck the hotel key into your shoe before taking a final deep breath and looking at him. “What happened to you?”
“Long story. My apartment was broken into. I need to look for a new place and will need to take some personal time to do such.”
“Are you okay? Were you there—?” He actually stops working to look at you.
“I’m fine,” you cut him off. “I wasn’t there and I’m staying with Brandy. Can I have the time to get everything settled?”
“Yes, of course dear. You know i don’t mind helping you f—“
“But I mind. I’m a big girl. I just need time.” You watch as he goes into his desk and takes out a set of keys.
“Here. I’m leaving town tonight if you want space. You know where everything is. Nothing has changed.” He takes two metal keys off of the ring and holds them out to you. You take a minute to think if this is something you want to actually to take him up on.
“Thank you. What about my code? Doesn’t the system change it every 180 days?” You lean over and take the keys.”
“Um.. let me check.” He take out his wallet and starts looking through it for a card with handwritten notes. As meticulous as you father is, he is still a stupid baby boomer that has to write everything down.
The phone on his desk rings and he tries to balance taking the call as well as going through his wallet. He pauses shuffling through them to listen closer to the other end. You reach over and shuffles them right in front of him while he turns away to type in something on his computer. You know exactly the card you’re looking for and just waiting for the opportunity. Right when you can tell his blood pressure is ready to soar, you retreat your hands to your lap and skim the card. It has yours, your mother’s, his, his mother’s social security numbers as well as his passwords. You wanted to scratch out your information but that would attack too much attention. All of his passwords are way too long to remember and way to complicated to come up with a mnemonic device for them. You hold you phone and pretend to unlock it and type in the information but you’re doing your best to get a picture of everything. The sound of your father wrapping up the call keeps causing the pictures to come out blurry. Its not until you hear the click of the phone that you start trying to cover your tracks.
“Did you find it?” He turns to you.
“Yeah. Thank you. I’ll work on the contracts.”
“Go see Terrence in IT. He’ll set you up with the private hot spot for working remotely.”
“I will.” You start to get up with the phone rings again.
“Sir, Mr. Stevens is here to see you.” Alice announces over the intercom.
“Send him him,” he replied to her and turns to you. “Was there anything else sweetie?” Clearly he was ignoring your current wardrobe.
You shook your head and make your way to the door.
“Honey, don’t worry about the price of the place. Just find some place that’s safe for you and I’ll take care of the rest.” You nod and walk to catch Erik out of the very corner of your eye. You make your way to your office to collect your computer before heading down to IT.
Instead of heading back to the hotel, you make your way back to your place. You wanted to work on packing and moving on with your life. You went through your clothes deciding what was worth keeping or trying to keep and which should toss. A lot of what you decided to toss were gifts from Rico whose now out of the picture. You actually like the things he bought you. Looking at the sky high heels and revealing dresses reminds of how much you were missing in your life. These dresses deserved a life of adventure from night outs with your girls and being brushed up against a dark stranger in a bar. Instead there were worn once and tossed into a pile in the closet.
You let the overwhelming feeling of your regret take control and text Taylor.
Its thyme… to the beet the beet, bitch.
LMAO, are you really that bored?
You have no idea. Can you go out tonight?
Bitch, its Wednesday.
You keep it casual by wearing a maxi dress with a faux leather jacket. You stare at yourself in the mirror of you bathroom trying to find proof that you actually enjoyed life once up a time. The dress is from one of the first times you went out with Rico. He took you a fight locally and with the slit being dangerously high, he took advantage of it and kept resting his hand on your thigh. He was the first guy since college to make a move on you. Adonis didn’t count because everything you two shared was covert and questionable. The jacket you’re wearing was from your vegan period. You wanted a leather jacket but cared about cows and animals even more than people and swore that you could hear the bones of carrots breaking when you bit into them. In the pockets were tokens from a rally you attended for your school to include more vegan options. Who the hell were you and how did you end up where you are now?
Taylor meets you right at the beginning of happy hour for a cheap pregame. She tells you about the medical claims and conferences she’s been to as well as the pediatric neurosurgeon she met with a golden showers fetish and the huge lawsuit against the local hospital for getting a comatose patient pregnant. Life was good until you two moved to the front room of the bar when happy hour ended. A few of the men she recognized from work talked with you two and bought you drinks. After a couple of rounds and setting your sights on Neurology medical school student, you pull Taylor along to the next bar. The right of the night is a blur and all you remember is being happy and the alcohol going down as easy as water.
The weight of someone’s head on your chest stirring wakes you up from your sleep. The pain in your head makes sure you stay awake. You blink twice to make sure the woman laying on your chest isn’t an illusion.
“Yeah, you did that,” whispered the man on the other side of her with a light accent. He was stuck playing big spoon to her with his arm under her.
“What the fuck?” You whisper to him and start to move however the human blanket squeezes you tighter. You looked down at her confused and back over at him.
“This was your idea.” He mouths to you but you can hear his voice lightly over the sounds of all three of you breathing.
“Who the fuck are you?” You start looking around the room and recognize nothing.
“Aaron. You don’t remember?” He seemed a bit hurt by your lack of remembering the last twelve hours.
You shake your head softly and try to slide away again very slowly. Once you’re able to get your legs to touch the edge of the bed, you reach behind your head to replace your body with it.
“You can’t leave me.” Here reached out to you with his trapped arm.
“Wanna bet?” You pull his arm to make the girl roll over to face him and make a quick escape to only end up rolling onto the floor. He manages to get away from her as she readjusts herself as well.
“Thanks for that,” he says sarcastically. Through the yellow tinted shades, you can tell he was your usual type. Friendly, wholesome, but not that tall which was unfortunate. He has very kind eyes which brings a smile to your face.
You slip on your dress and jacket but frantically look around the room for your bra. By choice, you usually keep it on so the fact that its missing brings another level of concern to your mind. The cute stranger looks around the room for his things and makes his way by your side.
“Have you seen my bra?” He gives you a look as if you asked the most ridiculous question. The room had a layer of clothes covering every inch of the floor. He begins to help you look when the girl rolls over again.
“Daddy…” she moans hugs the pillow between her legs.
“Well…” you hold you hand out for him to approach. He takes one look at you and runs out of the room. You trail closely behind him with your shoes in your hand. You both make it downstairs and out of the house.
You sit on the porch putting your shoes on as Aaron continues to his car parked right out front. He opens the passenger door and turns around to you holding up your clutch. He clears his throat and throws a smile your way.
“Thank you.” You reach to take it from him and take in all that stands before you. His arms look like they were carved by Michelangelo himself and his pants actually covered his toned ass. This man mad his body a priority. Looking him over from head to toe, you think of the possible outcomes had you of met him in a more violent setting.
“My pleasure Y/N.” You both stand there holding on to the bag staring at each other.
“How much of last night do you remember?” You arms are swinging together as you hold on to the bag.
“Um… did we…?”
“I don’t.” He was messing with you. Still a fuck boy.
“Use protection?” You look down for a moment and muster the strength to ask him directly.
“You and me or you and her?”
“You and me. I know you were in me night.”
“And how is that?”
“I’m.. in recovery.” You look off trying not give the satisfaction of knowing how he was making you feel.
“Oh yeah?” He pulls the bag and you closer. “So it’s been awhile? You’re pretty clean down there. Can that be said for you all around?”
“I do have a clean bill of health however I can’t speak for baby girl in there.”
“Neither can I.” You both share a small laugh.
“You wanna get tested?” He asked bluntly. Your eyes dart directly to him. “Or not? Is that weird? It’s weird.” He looks down uneasy. Was this his first one night stand?
“Little weird but really responsible.”
“Yeah?” He looks up and lets go of your bag.
“Yeah. Where do you even go to get tested?”
“I have no idea.” You both share a laugh.
“This isn’t funny.”
“Its not.” But you were both still smiling.
“Do we go to a hospital? Or a clinic?”
“Um… you drive. I’ll look it up.” He stands aside as you climb in the car and he shuts the door behind you. After he gets in on the driver’s side, he reached behind the seat and holds up you bra.
“What’s the reward?”
“You got it last night.” You stuff the bra into one of your jacket pockets and re-adjust your breasts. He eyes never leave your chest.
“Never mind we’re even.” You smile and start looking up where to go next.
During the ride to the closest clinic you could find, you stayed silent unless he asked you anything. He checked to see if you were okay with the temperature and the radio station and if you preferred to do this alone. As embarrassing as this is for you, you’re happy to not go through this alone.
While in the lobby waiting to be called back, you both try to sneak looks at each other’s paperwork. From your sneaking you learned that he’s from England, a medical student, and a sexual history that is at least 4x longer than your’s.
“So if I contract anything from you, you’re paying for the penicillin.” You stated while still filling out your form.
“Me? You’re the one literally looking like a bucket of chicken.” He runs his pen along your leg poking out of the slit.
“And? You could be a vegetarian.”
“I wasn’t last night so why start now?” He leans over and whispers in your ear. You try your very best not to smile but he can see how receptive you are. Having someone actually try to woo you without rubbing their penis on you if refreshing.
The nurse calls him back first and you can see him sitting down as they clean his arm and try to find the right vein. Something that you should have disclosed to him or the staff was how not well you do with needles. You become a bit jumpy and the moment he held his arm out for them to find the vein was when your vision started to blur. You looked down and tried to focus on paperwork but the sound of your name forces you to focus.
You follow the nurse to the back and are seated right next to Aaron. The way the seat is set up, they’re going to try to extract the blood from your right arm. Your dominant arm. Your knock out arm. The last thing you need is to have a frightened reaction that results in you punching the nurse square in the nurse simply because she touched your arm.
“You alright love?” Love? Okay honey bunches of oats.
“Yeah. Solid.” You have no idea what to do with your legs and keep crossing them and uncrossing them. The nurse lightly tries to extend your arm and you react by standing up to not have it as open. She hold a hand up to keep you in your seat but your body is reacting on its own.
Before you know it, Aaron comes over tries to slide into the seat next to you. He barely has a cheek on the seat but is doing his best to balance himself next to you. He put an arm around your waist and positioned his face next to yours.
“You like music?”
“All kinds” Generic answer but a bitch is nervous.
“Want me to sing to you?”
“Ass, titties. Ass and titties. Ass ass titt–” He could even finish without laughing. You laugh as well and relax your arm.
“Excuse him please,” you say to the nurse who almost lost her front teeth to your fist. “Changing the station.”
“Um.. lemma think. You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine shine away.” You sang alone with him and looked up to see the nurse taping the gauze to your arm.
“All done.” You look up surprised at how fast everything went and kiss his forehead. Life was starting to look up.
Still riding your the wave from last night, you both go to the diner you typically visit late nights getting home. Your feet were intertwined under the table unless one of you decided to rub up against the other person.
“So can we go over last night?” You put your fork down to get serious.
“Absolutely.” He puts down his cup of coffee and leans into give you undivided attention.
“How did we meet?”
“You don’t remember? Aaron!” You gently nudged him under the table and he grabs you ankle to place your foot on seat next to him.
“I… only remember 2 things. Your eyes and your legs.” He started to caress your calf.
“What about my eyes?” You close them to be a smart ass.
“That they were the eyes I wanted to wake up to today.” You try to glare at him but his hand reaches further up your leg bringing a smile to your face.
“Anything else? Seriously. I would like to know. I’m not bisexual so I’d like to know how I ended up at her place. Did you ask for that?”
“Honestly, I don’t remember. I went out with some colleagues to celebrate, I saw your legs but not your face. I went up to get a drink by you at the bar and I think thats when we started talking. Were you alone?”
“No, I was with my friend.”
“Tall? High pitched voice?”
“Yeah she left you.”
“That sounds like her. Now how did the other girl enter the picture?” You placed your other foot on the other side of him to trap him on his side of the booth.
“I really wish I knew.” He leaned back and rubbed both of your legs. The look he was sending you was probably the same look that made last night happen. If he thought your eyes were enticing enough for a threesome, you’d go full blown orgy for whatever this man was selling you.
“Aaron…” you whined completely out of character for you.
“I like the way you say my name. You said it the same way last night.”
“And what were you doing to make me say it like that?”
“What didn’t I do?”
“Okay Mr. Riddler. I’d like an actual answer please.”
“You really remember nothing?” He chuckled.
“I remember…” I mean fuck it. His dick is probably better than Donnie’s. “feeling both mouths on me.”
“Where was mine specifically?” Aaron’s eyes narrowed.
The waitress comes by to check on you and see if either one of you needed a refill or anything else. Your answers are short and brief and this geriatric cockblocker is clearly not understanding she is unwanted. She walks away to get the check but plans on coming right back.
You scoot closer to the table to take a sip of your water. “Here,” you point to your neck. He nods and gestures for you to continue. “Here,” you touch your collarbone. He nods and gestures again.
“And here is your check darlings. Are you sure there is nothi–”
“Positive. Thank you.” He quickly hands her his card and shifts his attention back to you. She takes her time going back behind the counter and his frustration is making him impatient, “go on. Where else?”
“Why don’t you tell me what you remember tasting and I’ll tell you where you were?” You took a big sip of water following that question. This is why you don’t fuck around with Taylor. All sorts of body parts end up in you.
“I recall tasting champagne.”
“Yeah definitely wasn’t me.”
“You know how to make a dick soft fast huh?” He sucked his teeth clearly not entertained by your humor.
“And I can make it hard too.” You slip a foot out of one of your wedges and rub it against his crouch. “You remember what else I can make it do?”
“Hmm?” He slouches to give you better access.
“Oh you would like some milk? We have white, 2%, whole, almond, soy, and I heard we have cashew. You young people and your food allergies. I just had someone in here this morning saying they have an egg allergy. I didn’t know you could be allergic to a living thing like that. I mean people can be allergic to bee stings.”
“That’ll be all ma’am.” Aaron snatches the check and his card from the woman to hurry along the process. He hands it right back to her and tosses you his card and wallet to return it to while he slips your wedge back on. “We have class to attend. Thanks again.” He holds his hand out to assist you out of the booth and doesn’t let go until you reach the car.
“Honestly, powdered milk saved us another trip back to that clinic because I was ready to eat you again right then and there.” Well that explains it was him who did that.
You pull up to your father’s condo because you still had a goal for yourself today. You both sit there silently looking down at your hands that were starting to playing with each other.
“I’m not ready to say goodbye.” He speaks up and looks over to you.
“Neither am I. How will I find you if my test comes back as position for herpes. That doesn’t go away.”
“And neither will I.” He pulls you over and starts kissing with as much intensity you would have expected from him last night.
Even though you are enjoy this, you’re still aware that your father has eyes everywhere and you don’t need anyone reporting this to him. You pull away and recite your number.
“I’m not in the habit of repeating himself.”
“The only thing I want you repeating is my name.” Well shit.
“Ball is in your court to make that happen. You know how to reach me.” You peck him on the lips then make a quick escape into the building. As you enter the elevator, you receive a text that kills your phone.
As soon as you make it to your father’s condo, you head straight for his office to find his charger. He has his cords meticulous sit up on his desk for charging but no visible cord slack. This is right where you want to be. You plug your phone in and sit back to take in the room. Before you can do what you really want to, you weight the possibility of you actually finding what you’re going to look for. You early count three cameras in the room and don’t want to risk snooping without a reward. You look up form the desk and straight ahead to the television mounted.
There is no way he took both of his computers with him. He had to have left it. You begin your search by pulling out drawers and knocking on the desk to see if its hollow enough anywhere to hide it. Nothing. You see the panel that hides the safe you were repeatedly forced to remember the combination. He did say some of the things he was passing down to you and your brother would be in there. Bonds, coins, dumb stuff. There couldn’t have been enough room for a computer. Maybe another panel? You walk over to the bookshelves and subtlety kick the lower panels to see if there is another hiding spot. Again a failure. What does catch your eye if the random book on the shelf zippered closed. The spine of the book is in leather and stands taller than the rest. To disguise you plan, you pick out a couple of books including that one and retreat to the restroom. The second you lifted the book, you knew you found what you were looking for.
You look through the pictures you took earlier of your father’s passwords and try to make out some of them but they’re just too blurry. On a whim you enter a password your brother used often when he and your father were on good terms. Fail. You think again to something involving your brother but consider yourself.
Birthdays, nicknames, and money. Sounds about right. He always commented on how slow your brother was to accomplish anything that was asked of him but when he did do it, it was perfect. You were the one that was always quick to please and often made matters worst. Nothing has change aside from the obvious.
You scroll through your father’s files and find one labeled under your name categorized by topics and years. He of course has your transcripts, recommendation letters, and write ups. Even the detention note you had in the 9th grade for laughing too loud. The post college folder was what upset you the most. He had photos of you moving into your building and even of you meeting Adonis for the first time. Some of them were marked as favorites including one of you standing in front of your window with headphones on after your first win. You were very pleased with yourself and very much at peace in the photo. Another favored picture is of you and Adonis running through the neighborhood. What really struck you were the videos including every single match up until you’re fight with Erik. You really thought you laid low enough for your father not to find you but you guessed not low enough.
You unchecked the filter and saw there was another option labeled Red. You filtered through that and saw pictures of you and Rico as well as you and Erik. There were more than enough pictures and videos of you and Rico to infuriate any father. A lot of them you don’t even remember them. You were falling down drunk and he was carrying you or holding you up with his hand up your dress. Another was a video of you falling out of his truck drunk and him having sex with you right outside of your building early in the morning. If he knew about all of this then why did he let it happen for so long?
The videos of you and Erik weren’t as bad but you could see how it would upset him. There was video from the night you two fought but nothing from him saving you. There were pictures of the two of you getting in and out of his car but nothing inside of the hotel. It was like Erik was responsible for getting some of the information to your father but wasn’t aware that he was keeping tabs on him as well.
You scroll out and filter to his recent items. There were pictures of you and your brother from when you were little goofing off. Surprisingly a picture of your parents together from when you were born. As far as you’ve always been told, there were no pictures from the hospital. There were a string of videos listed as recent from his office at work. You played the first one and saw him sitting with Erik.
“But is it done?” Your father was in his typical pissed of mood.
“I told you I would take care of it.” You didn’t recognize the outside Erik was wearing. The tie your father is wearing you’ve seen him wear only once since you started working for him. You just can’t remember exactly when.
“And I’m paying you to do a job and I need proof that its done.”
“She’s fine ain’t she? You don’t see her bruised up anymore do you?” Erik snapped back.
“Where is the proof Killmonger?”
“What’s in it for me?”
“You’ll meet Klaue tonight. He’s confirming the artifacts that were recently shipped into the country out of Cote d’Ivoire before we make any moves. So do you have something for me?” Erik handed him a ring that you instantly recognized being Rico’s. Oh shit.
You exit out and click on another video where Klaus’s name comes up. And another. And another.
Finally you find some PDFs he has including a background check of Rico, Erik, and Adonis. Everything in Rico’s folder is stuff you already knew. Failed boxing career, illegal gambling charge, some time in juvenile detention. Same thing with Adonis’s folder. The real information that was actually new to you was Erik’s. N’Ja-da-ka. N’Ju-bu. Bruh, I can’t. I took French for a reason.
There were pictures of Erik when he was younger entering the foster system and write ups for fighting. Even his recommendation letter for the Naval Academy was in there. He didn’t look too bad without the locs and chip on his shoulder. Just smaller. His transcripts looked impeccable and could have given your brother a run for his money. There was a file on his mother as well. She was arrested when he was younger and died in prison before he turned 18. You father had scans of letters he tried to mail her but you’re guessing she never received them. A small part of you is feeling horrible for attacking him the way you did after he took you to see your mother but he crossed a line. It starts to feel like you’re invading his privacy and you close out. The rest of your search is focused on Klaue and vibranium.
After a long soak and a few home videos, you return everything back to the study and check your phone. Taylor texted you a couple of times to make sure you were okay as well as Aaron. More than anything right now you want to see the one person who would probably understand your emotions the most, Erik.
Summary: You and Erik are looking to move into a new house. You’ve found one that you really like, but Erik says no, and you don’t know how to deal with it.
Word Count: 3,539
Warnings: a little bit of smut, and a lotta bit of fluff =)
A/N: So here’s the epilogue. Let me know if this doesn’t make sense, I kinda combined it with another fic that I was gonna post, so hopefully, it worked out right. It’s after 1am, so I’m gonna head to bed after this. Enjoy!
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.”
Summary: Owning a company and working for it is not easy, but with a special someone by your side, it can become bearable. But what if that special someone ends up making it harder than it already is ?
little bit of Angst and then more fluff.
guys, ever since I started reading fanfic, I’d rarely find any fanfic where the
reader is the ceo, and those are actually some of my favourites to read. I’ve
always wanted to write a fic where the reader is a strong independent woman, not
that those don’t exist I actually read plenty of them, and I got
recently inspired by@jalapenobarnes ‘ amazing series Sweet
Life, except that I wrote this one-shot for Erik Killmonger instead of
Bucky Barnes. I hope you guys like this one, and I recommend you read Sweet
Life because it’s honestly one of my favourites.
The light of your laptop in
front of you just blended with the sunlight breaking through your curtains.
It’s a normal office day, except, it wasn’t so normal..
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.
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!”