Erik grew up in a non traditional household. He jumped from foster home to foster home and never really made friends. From the suburbs to the projects, Erik had a horrible childhood. Finding his dad dead in his apartment really messed him up mentally. Erik swore that if he ever had kids, he would be a better dad. Living somewhere safe and doing whatever it takes to make sure his kid(s) didn’t go without.
Fast forward to the present. Erik Stevens and his girlfriend of three years were expecting a baby girl in the summer. Both Erik and his girlfriend got the nursery together in their shared three bedroom high rise condo, painting it in hues of grey and light pink. The theme was simple. Erik didn’t believe in all the clutter and fuss over the nursery. He didn’t want to overstimulate his daughter. He played classical music for her on his Beats pill speaker…even sliding in some Tupac and read her a bedtime story every night. He spoke to her through his girlfriends belly and made sure to rub cocoa butter on his girlfriends belly hoping his baby girl would get used to the smell since he planned on using it on her.
“Babe! Stop talking to her so she’ll go to sleep! She’s been kicking me since you got home and my belly is sore now” his girlfriend whined.
“I’m sorry baby. Imani is just happy cause she knows I’m going to read her a story” Erik climbed into bed and grabbed a book from his nightstand. Goodnight Moon.
After reading the whole book, he noticed his girlfriend was knocked out. He kissed her and closed the book.
“Goodnight Imani. Daddy loves you already” he kissed his girls belly then fell asleep.
3 months later: Due Date
Imani Nalah Stevens (Swahili) was born at 1300 hours on a Tuesday in June. It was both the worst and best day of his life. There were so many emotions surrounding that day that he was unsure of how to feel.
Fast forward to three weeks later. Imani was now three weeks old. Still tiny, fragile, soft and innocent. She smelled like baby and Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He watched her sleeping every night, afraid that she would disappear if he closed his eyes for even just a second.
“Hey babygirl. You ready to take a shower?” Erik asked Imani in a baby voice. He picked her up out of her 4moms mamaRoo swing, gently, and laid her on his bed.
“Let’s get you undressed so we can clean yo stinky neck” he kissed her forehead. Unsnapping and pulling her grey onesie over her tiny head full of black hair, pulling off her tiny newborn sized diaper, Imani was now exposed to the cold air and almost immediately peed everywhere.
“What the fuck!?” Erik ran his hands through his locs and sighed before laughing. “It’s all good. Just don’t shit everywhere” he picked her up and carried her to the shower with him. Holding her tightly against his big keloid scarred chest, he climbed into the steamy shower. Imani started screaming and squirming around in his big arms. Erik struggled to keep his grip on the wiggly baby. Afraid he would drop her, he got out the tub and wrapped her in her fluffy white baby sized towel. As he exited the bathroom, he nearly slipped on all the water he managed to drip all over the floor.
“This shit is hard” he sighed. He laid Imani in the middle of the bed while he went to find his iPad to google search how to give a newborn a bath. “A sponge bath? Aight that seems easy enough” he grabbed a baby wash cloth, Chagrin Valley Milk & Honey Baby Soap, a bowl of warm waster and an extra towel to wash her on. Walking back to the bedroom, Erik noticed it smelled off. He got closer to Imani and seen her squirming. He dropped everything on the bed and dropped to his knees in frustration. Imani managed to take a shit all over his white sheets and her white towel.
After successfully giving her a sponge bath, rubbing a thin layer of cocoa butter on her already silky skin, and changing her into her pajamas, Erik fed her a bottle and rocked her to sleep. He carefully picked her up and laid her on the couch next to him. He pulled his Apple MacBook out and got started with his research, sliding on his gold rimmed eyeglasses and popping open a Dos Equis beer with his black leather journal and bullet point ink pen in hand.
Black single fathers support group
Black dads with daughters support group
His research wasn’t a total waste of time. He ended finding a few Facebook groups for single black fathers. He joined and looked through the threads, questions, suggestions. He actually gained enough courage to write a post of his own looking for advice.
Anyone else lose their partner during childbirth? Does it get easier? How do I deal with the grief while raising my daughter?
While scrolling through another group he joined, he got a notification. Clicking on the red 1, he seen someone commented on his post.
“It takes a while but it does get easier. Having family support and support of other dads definitely helps. I’m in Oakland, where are you?”
“I’m also in Oakland”
“I’m a single father to twin girls. 3 months old. It’s a struggle everyday but we manage”
“Damn. I’d love to pick your brain. I struggled to give my daughter a bath. Damn near dropped her in the tub. How do women make this look so fucking easy?”
“Lol, Let’s meet up and talk. I’m down”
Two days later, Erik and Imani met up with Sean from the Facebook group. Sean had two three month old daughters. Maya and Malia.
“Wussup bruh” Erik dapped him up.
“What’s good wit ya”
“……I don’t even want to think how difficult it’ll be to date again. Am I supposed to date again? Just doesn’t seem right. Me and my wife never had this conversation because we didn’t expect this…” Sean said as he rocked Maya in his arms.
“Is it bad that I don’t want to think about her? I want to move on so I can stop feeling so fucking sad all the time” Erik looked down at Imani who was in her stroller just looking around with her big grey eyes.
“Everybody deals with grief differently. I can’t tell you what’s bad but do what’s best for you and your daughter. Do you have support from your family or her family?”
“Nah” and Erik left it at that.
“Hm. Well I’m sorry to hear that. I think it’s important for black men to have positive influences from other black men. Being able to talk, support one another, encourage one another, especially being fathers, we have little ones looking up to us for direction. We have to be the leader and protect them. We have to be better than our parents were. I enjoyed being able to share my experiences with you. If you ever want to meet up again, chill, grab a drink cause god knows I be needing a fucking drink after the shit I deal with on the daily basis, let me know. There’s a group of us who go out and drink while three of the wives watch the kids”
“Shit I’m down. Thanks for hearing me out bruh. I actually feel a lot better. I thought I’d have to do this parenting shit on my own but it’s nice to know there’s other men out there who’s been through it and open to helping out lost brothers like me” Erik dapped him up and both men went their separate ways after exchanging phone numbers.
That night, Erik put Imani in her swing and sat it in the bathroom while he took a shower. Every time he would disappear from her view, she would start making snorting noises with her nose like a pig. He would peek his head out and say peekaboo and each time she would jump with a surprised look on her face. Erik thought it was hilarious.
“Aight mamas, it’s time for bed. Daddy is tired as hell” he laid up against the headboard and placed Imani on his chest. He pulled the comforter up over the both of them and he cut the light off. Imani wasn’t having that. She started squirming and kicking and crying.
“What I do!?” Erik cut the light back on and looked down at Imani who looked like her feelings were hurt. Face all red and eyes all watery. Erik picked her up and held her tightly against his chest as he walked her around the condo rocking her.
“Shh. Shh. Shh. It’s okay mamas” he kept trying to sooth her but it didn’t work. If anything, it made her jump each time she heard his deep raspy voice through his chest. Even when he tried to whisper to her she still jumped. Eyes all big like she was shocked.
Nothing worked. He tried feeding her. Changing her diaper. Removing a layer of clothes to cool her down but nothing worked. He laid back in bed with her on his bare chest.
“Oh shit! Duh!” He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed Goodnight moon. He turned on some Tupac to play softly in the background and dimmed the lights real low.
“…..goodnight Imani. I love you” he kissed her sleeping forehead and carefully swaddled her so he wouldn’t wake her.
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.
Y/N walks into the Physical Therapy office with a glow that could put the sun to shame and a bright white smile that lit up her face like Christmas lights. She sanitized her hands at the front desk before walking further into the office, saying Goodmorning to Miss Kim who usually doesn’t speak but Y/N’s chipper attitude must have rubbed off on her. Y/N looks up and notices a sign posted on the desk window saying:
Please Wash Your Hands Before Checking In For Your Appointment!
“Let’s see if our patients actually abide by that today,” Y/N was thankful that the place was empty for now. All of the exam room curtains were drawn and the exercise equipment sat neatly in a corner. Y/N made it to the check in desk for appointments, walking around and dropping her purse on the empty chair beside her. Humming, Y/N takes off her windbreaker jacket, fluffing out her braid-out. She has on a scrub set with flowers on the top in pretty spring colors.
Y/N jumps straight into work, placing the clipboard for signing in at the top of the desk. There were medical files for the patients that were scheduled to come in today neatly piled in front of her. They were expecting at least 20 people. Some came for therapy because of a motor vehicle accident, others because of work related injuries. Sanitizing again, Y/N takes her seat, sighing because her legs felt like jello and her ankles reminded her of Bambi taking his first steps.
The reason for her happiness and muscle spasms is because of her man; Erik. Being home for the past two weeks meant two times the dick she was already receiving. She woke up with an attitude because he left the toilet seat up and basically used up all of her exfoliating scrub that she used for her pum-pum. In the middle of his snoring, Y/N barged back into the room, water dripping from her brown skin with her shower cap on her head. She picked up her pillow and started beating Erik out of his sleep….
Hour and a half ago:
“Get yo’ ass up!” Y/N yelled like a mad women while beating Erik with her pillow, “GET UP!”
Erik simply rolled over on his belly. All she could see now was his durag and muscular back.
“You think I’m playing,” Y/N yanked the covers from his body exposing his Under Armour briefs in navy blue. Y/N starts whipping Erik’s ass with her tiny hand. Erik’s hips start swiveling from side to side. He grunts angrily, his hand coming up and behind him to roughly smack her hand away.
“Erik GET UP! Why did you use up half of my exfoliating scrub?! I just bought this stuff and it ain’t cheap!”
“Girl…you waking me up out of my sleep because of some scrub?” Erik flips his body over to lay on his back. Rubbing his eyes, Erik mumbles to himself before completely sitting up. Bags under his eyes and a scowl on his face, Erik shakes his head at her, using all of his restraint to not grab Y/N up off her feet.
“That scrub, I spent my money on. I have to go to work I’m already frustrated that they have these offices open with this virus going around and here you go pissing me off further,” Y/N throws her hands up, ready to walk away but then she remembered the toilet seat, “And another thing, what’s your problem with closing the toilet? I don’t want my ass falling in the toilet, Erik.”
“Did you close it?” He asks with a glint in his eyes and a groggy voice.
“Yes, I did, what’s your point?”
“Then it shouldn’t be a big deal. You went pee-pee, get over it,” Erik fell back in bed, bringing the covers to his chin, “All loud for nothing I’m TIRED. Take that noise somewhere else.”
“Fucking asshole,” Y/N lifts her leg to the bed, kicking Erik hard. Erik sat up again, his pectorals jumping and his biceps flexed and ready to attack. Y/N stood her ground, unbothered with Erik’s wrathful expression.
“Kick me again. Gon’ head…”
“Erik, I don’t have time for this-“
“Oh, no, you do. The time you spent in here yelling at me your shower could have been finished. Just hurry up and get the fuck outta here so I can sleep.”
“Just know, I’m not making that baked Mac and cheese for you tonight!”
“You’re so simple acting! Damn,” Erik covers his head with a pillow. Things were silent for only two seconds before Erik removes the pillow from his face, sitting up in bed again. Fuming, Erik kicks the covers from his body like a child having a temper tantrum, getting out of the bed and heading toward the bathroom.
“See, look what you did, girl! Now I gotta piss!” Hot-tempered, Erik lifts the toilet seat Damn near breaking it, “I should take a shit too have this whole bathroom lit up while you’re in there!”
“Erik, DONT play with me. I don’t need to be smelling your toxic fumes,” Y/N was in the middle of cleaning her pussy, “Wait a minute…”
Y/N pulls the shower curtain back, peeking her head out with a disgusted look on her face. Erik simply laughs, a good hearty laugh with his hand clutching his chest.
“Did you just fart?” Y/N says while cover her nose.
“Duh, I ain’t shit on myself,” Erik flushes the toilet, going to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth, “finish washing up, funky butt.”
“I’m not the one with the funky ass, smelling like you ate a whole can of beans-“
“Aight, then scoot over I’m coming in-“
“NO!” Y/N shouts, “No, I don’t want you in here I’m still pissed with you.”
“Girl, get over that shit,” Erik takes off his briefs, “I’m getting in there fuck you talking bout.”
“UGHHH,” Y/N rinses her body off, trying to ignore Erik’s rock hard body pressed against hers.
Of course, Erik couldn’t help himself when his hand came down to smack Y/N’s ass, “Get loud on me again and ima fuck you up.”
“Erik move back and take a shower,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “When you going back to work?”
Erik howled, his laugh so loud in Y/N’s war she clinched.
“I’m getting on your nerves that much, Damn…you wasn’t saying all of that when I fucked you all those times.”
“I know, I’m still questioning my morals-“
“Then as soon as I do go back to work you’ll start acting up again apologizing in my ear about why you’re acting the way you are,” Erik leans down to speak into Y/N’s ear, “I’m sorry baby, I just miss the dick,” He says trying to mock her voice.
Y/N stood quiet, no response because she knew he was right. She wanted to be mad at him so much but that’s her baby. Erik smiles evilly at her reaching down to grab her chin, turning her head in an uncomfortable position since her back was turned to him.
“You dont acting up?”
“But I was never-“
“You done?” Erik repeats himself.
“Pass me my soap…get in that bedroom and arch your back I want some pussy.”
“Babe,” Y/N says with a pout.
“Take your lil ass in there!”
“Okay but why are you yelling?” Y/N was ready to give him more attitude but she changed her mind at high-speed when she saw the fiery look in his eyes. Y/N left the shower, not even bothering to dry off. She arched her body on the edge of the bed, little booty tooted in the air, cool air on her pussy.
“This nigga is about to destroy my whole body,” Y/N says to herself, waiting patiently with her chin resting on her folded arms, eyes studying the pattern of the sheets on their bed. Y/N couldn’t complain, she finally got Erik to be consistent after dealing with his “I don’t do relationships” mess. Consistency will get Y/N to give her pussy up whenever he said so. Consistency will get his dick sucked like it was dipped in chocolate.
Just when Y/N was daydreaming, the feeling of her pussy being licked from the back down knocked her senseless. Erik was enjoying his meal while jerking his dick. His noxious tongue thrashing almost stroked Y/N unconscious. He was eating her like he hadn’t eaten all quarantine. His belly would be gratefully filled with her syrupy essence.
Erik squeezes Y/N’s smaller yet round booty, before spitting on her pussy from the back, leaning back to admire his canvas, “I plan on smashing these lil cakes to smitherines, girl,” Erik went back to licking her up.
“Aight, bae, you gotta stop,” Y/N couldn’t handle his tongue so early in the morning. Her thighs started to close but Erik held them open while using the strength of his neck to eat her pussy.
Y/N’s hand found the top of Erik’s head. She mushes him away, her body slacken. Erik hit her ass for moving his head away, “Ima give you a nasty ass slow kiss when I’m finished so you can taste how good this pussy taste…don’t mush me again, Y/N.”
“Fuck!” Y/N didn’t listen, her body twisting and her hand swiping the air. Erik was purposefully scooting his head away while torturing her clit with his sucking.
“Okay, ZADDY SHIT!” Y/N tried to stay still but the way he was slurping all over her pussy made that unfeasible, “SHIT! I wanna tap out…”
“Uh-uh,” Erik wasn’t letting go.
“Okay…okay…fuckkkkkkkk…let go of my clit MOTHERFUCKER!!!!! GODDD!!!!”
Y/N started shaking, crying, squealing. Erik’s hands wrapped around her thighs, keeping her in place so he could continue sucking the life out of her clit. When she was finished feeding Erik her cum, Erik’s wet face reappears.
“Got you out of your lil mood, didn’t I?” Erik and his hard ten inches were ready to impale Y/N’s dripping cunt, “Come on girl, toot that ass up I’m tryna get in there.”
“Daddy just shut up and fuck me now because I know I’m not gonna be able to walk after this-“
“Then toot that motherfucking ass UP. You know the drill, get in position.”
Y/N arched her back more, breathing slow as she waited with anticipation. Erik didn’t warn her when he was about to stuff his dick inside of her pussy when he was trying to punish her. Squeezing her hands into fists, Y/N waited as her pussy convulsed.
Erik purposely waited for her to speak so that he could put all of him inside of her. Y/N’s entire body crawled away from him, his dick leaving her pussy. Erik grabbed her ankles, pulling her back with force. Y/N was slapping Erik’s hands away but he was stronger. Each time she tried to crawl away Erik would drag her back like she was a damn doll.
“Where you going? Don’t run,” Erik held Y/N’s hips in place his dick back inside of her pussy like it never left. Maybe it was because it was early in the morning but she couldn’t take his back shots. His dick was constantly stroking her G spot and he was so deep that Y/N could feel it in her chest. Y/N was talking mad shit so now Erik had to show out in her pussy. Erik was beating up Y/N’s pussy. Long, hard, and deep strokes. Erik leans forward, one of his hands on her head while his hips stroked her pussy at a tempo Y/N knew was meant for her to be made an example of.
“Okay,” Y/N felt herself read to cum already. Erik’s hand on her head to hold her in place was so deathly Y/N kept her mouth shut the rest of the time. Her lips trembled and her eyes leaves hot tears from the way he bruised her G spot.
“Stay crying for big dick but wanna run from it,” Erik says calling her out, “You don’t get to run this is what you ask for.”
Y/N wanted to say she didn’t ask for this but her body was saying other wise. The intensity of the sensation was so overwhelming she didn’t care that he ordered her to arch her back. Now, her pussy was creaming. Erik was juicing her peach. She felt the wettest out of all the times they had sex. Maybe it was because he was the angriest he’s ever been. Maybe Y/N should act like a brat or a bitch more for him to fuck her like this.
“Lil booty freak taking Daddy beating this nut deep inside your pussy from the back…laying there letting Daddy take this pussy…Lil ass like it when Daddy bring this pussy back hard on this dick, huh?”
“Oh my God-“
“Just keep still while I drill this nut deep…fuckkkkkk…I can see now yo’ ass Gon’ end up with a baby growing in you with all this fucking. Can’t even count how many times my nut been up in this tight ass pussy.”
“Daddy, oh my God-“
“I don’t care either I’m nutting all in this pussy-“
“Unh, shittttt…fuck me!”
“I got you-“
“Take this sweet little pussy-“
“I’m taking my sweet little pussy”
“Got that pussy hitting right with that ass matching these strokes…ahhhh fuck, hold still I’m about to nut….
Y/N sat up nice and tall after being brought out of her daydream. Clarence, one of the other Physical Therapists was nibbling on an orange while standing next to her. He peeked over her shoulder, seeing if she was occupied with something since he called her like five times.
“You Aight over here?”
“…yeah,” Y/N looked over the desk to find two patients waiting to be seen, “Did they just come in?”
“Yeah, a little after I did.”
Y/N noticed both patients. One was a middle aged women who was involved in a pedestrian accident with a car. She was jogging when a car backed up and hit her. The other patient was a young women around early 20’s who had severe back pains from a bus accident.
“I like your scrubs,” Clarence says while studying the floral patterns.
“Thanks,” Y/N gives Clarence a smile. Clarence smiles back, sure to show off his dimples just like her man except Clarence doesn’t have deep dimples. He’s 6’0, and from Ghana. All of the ladies loved Clarence. Y/N knew that he was feeling her even when she told him on multiple occasions that she has a man. His persistence wouldn’t let up.
Things were steady and getting the patients in and out was a breeze. Y/N’s belly was currently growling and she instantly wished she’d at least brought in a snack to hold her over. Y/N planned on buying lunch from a carry out within the shopping center of the office. It was the perfect time to go grab something to eat before patients start piling up again. Clarence is currently wiping down a room that was recently used.
“Still with that boyfriend, Y/N?” He asks casually while spraying down an exam table. He asked her like he wanted to know what the weather was like. Y/N dreaded the day he would ask her that again.
“Yes, Clarence,” Y/N chuckles, “And I don’t plan on leaving him.”
“Why hasn’t he put a ring on your finger yet? It’s hard to find good girls like you. What is waiting on?”
“There is no rush,” Y/N grabs a pen to finish writing information into a patients report. Just before she could close her file, Y/N’s phone vibrated. Glancing at it, Y/N could see that Erik was currently sending her texts.
Well do something productive like reading a book instead of playing video games.
Just when Y/N flips her phone over so she could go back to work, another text comes through, most likely from Erik again.
I’m about to call you.
Before Y/N could tell him anything otherwise Erik was FaceTiming her. Y/N rolls her brown eyes before answering the FaceTime. Clarence was talking to another coworker of there’s so Y/N didn’t need to worry about anyone eavesdropping. Y/N answers the FaceTime, her heart fluttering because of the dick down Erik gave her before work. Staring at the screen, Erik was still in his sleep wear with a durag on his head. His controller was in his lap and from the pout on his lips and the puppy dog eyes Y/N could tell that being cooped up in the house and away from Y/N for at least three more hours is killing him.
“Ooooh, I like you’re hair, Miss lady, can I pull it from behind?”
Y/N looked around her to make sure no one heard it, “Yes, You can ZADDY. Just as long as you’re gentle this time around. I like tender love and care too.”
“So you rather go oooh and ahhhh then Unh and Fuck when you’re crying and drooling and begging to cum-“
“Erik, SHHHHHH,” Y/N tried not to laugh, “Babe, it may be dead at this place right now but I am on the clock.”
“My bad, ma-“
“Itty-bitty, lets go get some lunch,” Clarence stood at the desk like a patient waiting to be checked in. She hadn’t heard his footsteps and honestly she wished she did.
“…Who?” Erik says through the FaceTime, his face all scrunched up with confusion.
“Is that the boyfriend?” Clarence brings his face into the camera, “sup’ boyfriend, I’m Clarence.”
Erik was stone faced looking at Terrence. Y/N was holding her breath, unable to look at her phone because she knew her man was pissed off.
“Who is itty-bitty?” Erik finally says. Clarence caught wind of his abrasive tone, backing away from the camera, “Just a nickname, brother, my fault.”
“Only nigga giving my girl a nickname is me.”
Y/N cleared her throat loudly, “Okay, babe! I’ll talk to you when I get home, okay? Love you,” Y/N gave Erik smooches, not sticking around to hear him argue before hanging up.
“Damn, yo’ man is nothing but a hot- head-“
“And you don’t know when to sit back. I was on the phone with my man, if I wanted your attention, I could have gotten it.”
“Chill, itty-bitty,” Clarence was tickled by how bothered Erik was, “Shit, he ain’t playing about you is he?”
Y/N flat out ignores Clarence, standing up from the desk and grabbing her bag. While Clarence laughed and joked about Erik Y/N pumped hand sanitizer into her hand before walking off. In her scrub top pocket her phone was going off the hook. Y/N knew not to ignore his constant texts. Y/N pulled out her phone, her heart in her throat
Do I gotta come up there?
Who the fuck is that nigga?
Don’t let no other nigga put his face in your phone again. That’s disrespectful.
Y/N answer my texts. Do I gotta come up there?
The fuck is itty bitty? I don’t like that shit.
Panicky, Y/N calls Erik before exiting the office.
“Babe?” Y/N says with caution.
“Don’t babe me. Who the fuck is Clarence?”
“Where are you?”
Y/N chewed on her bottom lip nervously, “Erik…why?”
“Because I’m coming up there. And what’s up with this itty bitty shit? You let him call you that?”
“I don’t he just does it-“
“You need to correct that nigga, matter of fact-“
Y/N could hear Erik moving around in the background, probably putting on his jordans uncaring of the fact that he was wearing loose fitted basketball shorts with his dick swinging.
“Babe, I know you’re not coming up here to my job,” Y/N says with a shaky voice, “Babe stay home.”
“Nah, I’m coming up there. He gon’ need physical therapy once I’m done breaking his goddamn limbs don’t nobody fuck with mines.”
“I call you nicknames, Y/N. I can tell that nigga was peeking so he could see what his competition looking like. Then, you’re there with him for 8 hours…all close to you, smelling how sweet you smell, making you smile, listening to your voice…”
“Erik, are you jealous of Clarence?”
“Jealous? Of that nigga? TEH,” Erik could be heard closing a door, “I’m not jealous, I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours.”
Y/N stood quiet, a smile fighting to form on her lips.
“My babe, is my babe. Therefore, don’t look, touch, wink, wave, stare, flirt, compliment, hold, anything that’s my job.”
“Babe, pleaseeeee don’t come up here because I know how you can get. Don’t be so upset about this fuck Clarence-“
“The reason I get mad is because I know exactly what they’re trying to do, I’m a man, I know. It’s not because I don’t trust you…I’m on my way.”
“I’ll see you when I get there.”
Y/N was reluctant to go back inside her job now. She only lived ten minutes away if she drove. Erik is a reckless driver who weaves in and out of lanes. He would probably do 70 MPH to get to her job. Y/N decided to wait for him instead of going back inside so she could bribe him with a shrimp cheese steak sub and save Clarence from an ass whipping.
Pulling up in an all black Mercedes-AMG in the hood was a risky thing to do but that was the least of Erik’s worries.
“Nah, let me put this heat away,” Erik places his chrome gold pistol in the glove department. He didn’t want to make Clarence shit himself and Erik didn’t use his gun for play. It’s not like he didn’t think about doing it though. Erik is very protective over Y/N. Still pissed off, Erik gets out of his SUV, securing it afterwards and pocketing his keys. The thought of Clarence all close to his girl calling her a nickname had Erik’s blood boiling over.
Sure enough, Erik did leave the house in a pair of black basketball shorts with his dick free. His crisp white T-shirt, gold chains, and black durag has all the hood girls that were leaving the hair store doing a double-take when he walked by. Y/N is still standing outside of her job, a male security for the shopping center talking her head off. When she spotted her boyfriend’s usual bop in her peripheral, Y/N lifted her back from the wall, a big beautiful smile on her face to distract Erik because he couldn’t resist her smile.
“Hey babe,” Y/N called out to him, the security dude looking towards the direction of who Y/N was referring to. Erik and him locked eyes. Erik squinted his with suspicion, ready to call out the security but he got the hint before Erik could even say anything.
“Aight, sweetheart, you be safe out here,” He walks away before Erik even approached. Of course, Erik’s anger piqued when he saw another man talking to Y/N. Finally within her space, Erik gave the security dude one final death look before looking down at his girl.
“Niggas getting real comfortable around you, I can understand, because you’re fine ass fuck but I don’t like this shit. Looks like I gotta beat the shit out of every nigga up here in this goddamn shopping center-“
“Erik…baby…daddy,” Y/N made her voice all sultry and low, blinking her lashes at him. She rubs his chest, talking to her in that low sweet voice that had him hard and ready to fuck in minutes.
“Don’t do that, I’m mad right now…Why are you waiting for me outside? I wanted to make a grand entrance into your job. That nigga wanna put his face in my girl phone let’s see if he try that shit now,” Erik doubles back to open the door to enter the Physical Theray Office but Y/N stops him.
Y/N rolls her eyes, “I was just about to head to lunch, want something to eat?”
Erik’s eyes swept over Y/N’s work attire, “Nah, I wanna meet Clarence…let go of me, girl.”
“Baby,” Y/N made her voice soft again, “You’d rather pick a fight with someone I don’t give two fucks about than spend time with me? I can get you a foot long shrimp cheese steak with everything and some fries with hot sauce and ketchup.”
Erik rolls his eyes, bringing his left hand to rub his belly, “I am hungry. Didn’t eat since this morning.”
“Let’s go then-“
“Itty- what’s up?” Clarences exited the office with another coworker, some new young girl who did clerical work. Y/N was sure that Clarence was fucking the girl with the way she was pressed up against his back giving him googly eyes. That itty didn’t fall on deaf ears. Erikwasinfull on attack mode before Y/N could even stop him.
“Clarence, right?” Erik approaches him, “You got a problem with staying in your lane, bruh. I’m sure my girl told you already that she got a man. Now…I came all the way up here to put my hands on you but I ain’t even about to do that,” Erik turns, grabbing Y/N, “This girl right here, she’s mines. Whatever goes down at work she’ll tell me, and then I’ll pull up and put my hands on you…do you understand what I’m saying Clarence? So this is a warning. Figured I should come up here so you know I’m serious.”
“Man,” Clarence laughs in Erik’s face. Y/N could tell by the way his hands shook that he was scared to death of Erik. Clarence wanted to appear unbothered while the young girl behind him watched, “You wasted your time coming all the way up here. That’s yours, cool, I don’t want no problems.”
“You got a habit of laughing at shit that ain’t funny.”
Y/N knew that Clarence was provoking Erik. People within the shopping center started paying attention to them and now Y/N was afraid that Erik will end up bashing Clarence’s face in.
“Erik, the food, remember?” Y/N wrapped her arm around Erik’s bicep, “Let’s go,” she was up on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss to Erik’s cheek.
“Remember what I said-“
Clarence cuts Erik off, “No need to repeat yourself over and over-“
“I’ll repeat myself however many time I need to…this lame ass nigga man-“
“Lame?! I’m not the one out here acting a fool over a chick who ain’t even all that-“
Erik’s first cocked back swiftly. Y/N didn’t see it coming. Frozen with fear Y/N covered her mouth in shock. Clarence stumbled and flinched, hands coming up in surrender.
“Look at you, weak as fuck,” Erik’s fist was centimeters away from hitting Clarence. Erik wanted to shake Clarence up. If he wanted to hit him, he could have stomped all over him until he was a bloody pulp but the thought of Y/N’s job being jeopardized stopped him. Clarence peeked at Erik through his fingers, slowly backing away before straightening his body.
“I would have bloodied you up but my girl needs her job. Doesn’t mean if I see you I won’t fuck you up. Don’t you ever disrespect my girl like that. I bet you learned your lesson today, didn’t you?”
Y/N shared a look with the young girl she worked with, noticing how turned off she was when Clarence cowarded away. She wrenched her eyes away, yanking on Erik’s arm to get his attention.
“Babe, I think he heard you, let’s go before some shit pops off.”
“…I’m coming, baby girl,” intensely, Erik gives Clarence one final look before wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, “Aight Clarence, I hope you and your child have a good rest of your day.”
“Nah, that laughing shit got me hot, then this nigga had the nerve to get big on me…kiss me before I turn around and put his ass in the ground, he don’t know, I’m really a cold-blooded killer.”
Y/N grabs his chin to make him look at her before they walked inside of the carry out. Erik was being stubborn, trying to look everywhere else but at her face. Clarence and the young clerical worker were too busy flirting and avoiding coming anywhere near Y/N and Erik.
“Aye, you missed me?”
Erik kisses his teeth, “what you think?”
“Nah, I want you to tell me,” Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s waist.
Erik’s lips twisted up to fight a smile. The outraged look in his eyes seemed to clear and now they were affectionate and soft like Y/N loved.
“…yeah, I missed you.”
“Okay. If you missed me then let’s enjoy lunch and then I can clock out early and we can go home. I don’t want you all worked up over this bullshit. He ain’t got all of this, you do.”
“Damn right I do,” Erik pulled Y/N closer to his body, his hands coming down and around to grab her ass, “all of this is mines-“
“Okay, baby,” Y/N didn’t want to get Erik too worked up since they were in public. Y/N slipped away from his firm grip to open the door. When she walked in, there was a Latino couple with N-95 masks on. Y/N and Erik sanitized there hands with some wipes that she carried with her everywhere before walking towards the front to order food.
“Miss Y/N! How are you? Same thing as usual?”
“Hello Mr. Dean,” Y/N avoided touching any surfaces and Erik lingered behind her, “Yes same thing for me, a shrimp salad sandwich and for him he’ll have a shrimp cheese steak with fries.”
“Foot long or half?”
“Foot long, and can you add extra cheese and lettuce to that please?” Erik says over Y/N’s shoulder.
“Of course, anything else?
“Two kiwi strawberry Mistic’s for me, how about you baby girl?”
“I’ll just have water I’m not in the mood for anything sweet.”
“Yeah, cuz you’re already sweet enough,” Erik bites his lip all tantalizing while his hands caresses her butt.”
I’m assuming Erik didn’t take shit seriously until NBA season was suspended.
He freaked out for a second but then brushed that shit off because with the vibranium in his blood he can fight that Rona. Also, Shuri is probably making a cure in her lab anyway.
Erik is thankful that he had gym equipment at his place because with his private gym being closed he wouldn’t have been able to get his gains.
Erik can finally focus on a hobby (whatever that may be) since he spends most of his days at the Out Reach.
He can also spend more time with you
You come over to his place to be with him through this quarantine, playing board games, drinking games, Jenga, sex dice. He’s a beast at Phase 10 and he wins every time.
You both watch movies together, and Erik doesn’t fall asleep this time around he’s actually attentive. He prefers horror so he can cuss out the white people for doing dumb shit. He especially loved Saw and Candyman.
Y’all have a cook off. Erik shows you what he can cook and you do the same. Afterwards, both of you sample each other’s food.
Tik Tok used to piss Erik off but now he’s doing challenges and making random videos. He gets a lot of views, his last video racking up 20K.
Erik hates clothes so he’s but ass naked all the time. You find him late at night in the living room playing COD with his head set on and naked in just his socks. He’s even cooking naked.
The sex is tiring even though it’s fucking amazing. This man is fucking you 6 times a day almost or wanting his dick sucked every two hours. You’ve been in every position possible, lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had, and now your jaw muscles are weak from sucking him.
He looked at you like you were crazy when you told him what your favorite color is. He thought it was purple when it’s actually blue. He learned more about you and he couldn’t stay away from you. He wanted to cuddle more, he wanted to kiss you every five seconds, y’all talked about anything under the sun.
More fun happens, pillow fights, water gun fights, play fighting that ends with his dick in you, taking selfies and mirror pics together.
Ain’t nobody else allowed at the crib. Erik’s friends wanna come over with drinks and food but he don’t trust nobody since “washing your hands” is a trend all of a sudden.
If he catches you sneezing or rubbing your face he gets up to grab a bottle of Lysol to ward you off. He knows it annoys you THATS why he does it.
This man is playing “this little piggy” with your toes while you’re sleeping. You are EXTRA TICKLISH on your feet.
Both of y’all are dancing to Cardi B Corona Virus mix like a bunch of goofballs.
You want to make a market run for some junk food and Erik is down for it as long as y’all wear some respirator masks and gloves. Erik has a few stylish respirators from when he visited Asia a few times a while back. Y’all hit up BJ’s wholesale for all the sweet cereal and junk.
Sometimes during the night, Erik would read to you, or tell you old Wakandan tales about Bast that his father told him to put you asleep.
Do y’all watch porn? Yessss. Surprisingly you hadn’t before together which is strange with how much of a sex drive Erik has. This even gave you both the opportunity to make your own movies. Erik would film every sexual encounter. Giving him head in the middle of a game, eating your pussy from the back in the morning, blowing your back out on the balcony at night, even while your cooking at the stove.
You count his scars to pass the time.
Even though the world is going to shit on the outside, you and Erik are having the best time of y’all lives.
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.
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!”
Summary: I mean…. another man’s trash is another man’s
(author’s note: so, okay…I had this idea of mash-up monday where we all take two songs with the same title, or same general title and write a fic based on what you are inspired by from listening to both songs. I’m sure there are enough songs to do this with. my songs were Shea Butter by Pardison Fontaine and Shea Butter Baby by Ari Lennox and this is what I came up with. I hope people try this as well! It was fun.)
Song Lyrics That Inspired Me:
I want you, gotta have you, I don’t think you understand (You don’t) I heard you when you told me you already got a man (So?) That nigga probably love you but can’t fuck you like I can You need a man in your pussy, not a pussy as your man (Ayy, woo)
- Pardison Fountaine
You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a move And if you really down, we can find it Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy - Ari Lennox
uncomfortable, to say the least. You were smashed right between your boyfriend,
and his homeboy. Your boyfriend’s hand was slung around your waist, hand on the
curve of your hip. He could definitely feel the vibration of your phone,
notifying you of text messages that you were receiving.
“Damn baby, you got the hotline tonight.” Devon said drink
to his lips, eyes glued to the tv screen. You laughed then, nervously, out of
the corner of your eye you could see his homeboy, best friend, supposed god
father to your future kids, put his cellphone back down on the arm of the
With a lot on your mind, you
set your purse down on the table and went to refill your drink. The stress of
the workday was getting to you and you were only midway through it. Before you
went back to work you had to figure out a way to deal with some of your shady
Making your way back to your
booth, you saw two men standing there arguing. You were hesitant to go back and
was about to find a new seat to avoid the scene but then you remembered your
“Man, I’m telling you put that
shit back or we gonna have a real problem here,” you heard, getting closer to
“How about you mind your
business?” The other guy asked, moving his arm behind his back. That’s when you
noticed he had your purse in his hand. The dread head was trying to get this
thief to put down your purse.
Noticing movement near him,
your savior turned to you. Pointing to your bag, he asked, “Aye, lil mama is
that your bag?”
Your mind short-circuited for a
moment because of this man. He was so damn sexy. Tall, dark, and thick just
like you liked em. He sorta reminded you of the guys back home except for the
Finally, gathering your bearings
you answered the man. “Yeah, that’s my bag and I don’t know why it’s in his
The Good Samaritan stared down
the potential thief and pulled up his shirt to reveal his gun and v-cut you
couldn’t keep your eyes off of. “You got 10 seconds to figure out if that purse
is worth a hospital bill.”