THREE YEARS OF BLACK PANTHER (dir. Ryan Cooglar; February 16th, 2018)
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THREE YEARS OF BLACK PANTHER (dir. Ryan Cooglar; February 16th, 2018)
The projects that I end up doing, that I want to be involved with in any way, have always been projects that will be impactful, for the most part, to my people — to black people. To see black people in ways which you have not seen them before. So Black Panther was on my radar, and in my dreams.
Quarantine Bae
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.”
“FUCK!”
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um heyyyy!! we still writing x readers for BP here???
COLLEGEBOI!ERIK FICS
- stereotypes series, pretty please, “how about collegeboi!erik- @tastingmellow (search erik stevens college au)
- imagine this series- @wakandascrystal
- black panther (au) headcannons: college life (with t’challa, m’baku), firsts series, treehouses - @laketaj24
- for however long, it should’ve been you, was that so hard?, risk & new beginning series, conversation starter, maybe they’re right series, i won’t tell you again series, no reply. nope- @supersizemeplz
- study buddy- @heyauntieeee
- babe- @lamekidwriter
- don’t drop me series, the necklace series, lollipops and basketball series, invisible girl, never series- @wawakanda-btch
- she got game- @ghostfacekill-monger
- kiss, untitled series- @madamslayyy
- (n)written in the stars series, forget you not, move, fried green tomatoes series- @iliketowrite1996
- make the bullshit worth it series- @wakandansunsets
- love galore series- @calif0rnia-lovers
- cut from the same cloth series, i mean that shit, lake ronkonkoma series- @wakandas-vibranium
-late night drive- @wakandaforeverwrites
- out of your league- @plussizeappreciationfics
- papa killmonger series- @destinio1
- to move on series (with m’baku)- @wakandanblogger
- don’t take it personal series- @teakturn (<- ao3 same name)
- kissing strangers series- @thehomierobbstark
- worry ‘bout it, i wanna be, feel love- @songficsbyrissi
- hoe ass erik series, trap card, the great reveal- @goddessofthundathighs
- erik x deja series- @wifeyofnjadaka
- black panther greek life (with t’challa and m’baku)- @sweettea-and-honeybutter
- i love it -@zxddy-panther
- wishing- @ororowrites
- baby mama- @wakanda-inspired
- let me tutor you, ma series- @blacksteel-art
- telling erik that you’re pregnant, taking erik to the beauty supply store with you- @maleficentcheekbones
- imagine: erik is the student and reader is the professor, erik talking teal nasty and the reader can’t take it series, imagine: erik cuddling with the reader while she is on er period/having sex with reader while she is on her period, erik shaved the reader, Erik helps reader with an anxiety attack- @nahimjustfeelingit-writes
- time to slay series- @leelahsrose
- thursday, silver ring series- @theblekromantik
- dating erik stevens- @loveviera
- the let out series, house party, token, trick or treat, gumby, and say my name series - @sonofnjobu
- we’ll always be together. i’m gonna help you- @muse-of-mbaku
- all the stars series (with t’challa)- @generalshazam
- the library will be closing series- @killmongurl
- you say it’s food for thought (let me feed you) series- @lostncrowned
- changes series- @melaninmarvelgirl62
- laid up series- @pastelastronomy24
- stress & love- @dragonglassx
-tutor session- @writerbee-ffs
COLLEGEBOI!T’CHALLA FICS
- black panther (au) headcannons: college life (with erik and m’baku)- @laketaj24
- love, apps and attitudes series (with erik), college days series (with seasons)- @iliketowrite1996
- real love- @zxddy-panther
- the pledge: fire and ice- @kumkaniudaku
- you make me begin- @elixirtchalla
- prince who- @minim236
- all the stars series (with erik)- @generalshazam
- keisha’s way series- @ororowrites
***LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD YOU IF I FORGOT ANYONE!! I THINK. I AM. IT’S LATE**
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A/N: Hey guysss! I really feel so bad for not writing at all but I finally have something out for you guys. For all those who are still wondering, yes I am still going to write my Summer Walker inspired BP series. I just have to get all these drafts posted for yall before I post them. This one kind of took a while so I hope you all enjoy it. Also if you want to read all my stories I do have a masterlist posted but all my works are on my wattpad (@zxddy_panther)
Erik X Black!reader
Summary: A breakup between you and Erik has led you both into a deep hole of despair but there is still a light at the end of the tunnel.
Warning: Self harm, depression, some fluff later on
You wandered the rainy streets of Albany with your dark hoodie, walking slowly in despair. Body slouched and face drooping with sorrow, your mind replaying the moments of weeks ago. The yelling, the harsh words, the tears, and worst of all: the breakup. The relationship truly wasn’t bad but you woke up to the harsh reality that it was you. It was your own mind that was pressuring you to believe things that weren’t true, that weren’t real. It ultimately broke your relationship and you had no one to blame but yourself. It has become your biggest and deepest regret letting him go because you truly did love this man.
You loved Erik Stevens but you just didn’t know if he loved you too.
*****
The key allowed access to your cold, dark apartment as you tracked your wet rain boots onto your floor. You slipped them off and set them near the door and headed towards the bathroom, ready to commit yourself to the same miserable regime. Turning on the lights and looking forward, you stared into the eyes of a now lost soul. You were disgusted by the person in the mirror because THEY ruined your conscience. THEY ruined your self esteem and THEY ruined your relationship but you soon realized that they…..is you. Your eyes welled with tears as you threw off your damp sweater and opened the drawer under the sink. Grabbing the razor you quickly put it against the skin of your arm and pulled back with speed. Your actions slowed as you watched the dark red blood begin to rise up from the long cut along your brown skin. A numb feeling washed over you as you continued the motion over and over and over again. Place, push, and drag. Place, push, and drag.
You looked down at your numb and bloody arm with tears streaming down your face. Tear drops fell onto the many wounds and made you hiss in pain. “I’ve gotta get this shit cleaned up” you thought. Your body makes its way towards the bathtub to fill it with warm water. After you removed all your clothes you looked at yourself once more in the mirror. The now scarred lines that ran across your thighs and your new stripes shone red all across your arm. This will always remind you that you deserved this. Your head slowly turned back to the tub that was done filling up, you headed towards it. Placing one leg after another into the bath water, you allowed yourself to completely submerge yourself in the liquid and drowned yourself in utter silence.
*******
Its been about 40 minutes since you started staring at the ceiling fan in your room just mindlessly thinking. You felt so empty and physically drained from all the tears and emotions that you have been letting out. A silent buzzing from your phone woke you from your trance. You rolled on your bed towards your night stand and grabbed the phone to check who was calling you. The caller ID read: Erik. Everything froze and your world stood completely still. You were shocked and had no idea what to do as your hands shook frantically. The vibrating stopped and you took a look at your phone again to see that you had 10 missed calls from him prior to this. “How did I not hear this?” you thought to yourself. “Do I call him back?” The ring quickly started back up and you hit the answer button as fast as you could. Putting the phone to your ear, you took a deep breath and spoke for the first time in weeks.
“Hello?” you whispered. All that could be heard was ragged breathing on the other line. You sat and listened, waiting for any type of response.
A hushed “Y/N?” came from the other side. Your eyes shot opened and your heart rate increased.
“Yes Erik….”
“Y/N..” you waited. “I-I need you please. Im freaking out baby please come back I cant do this without you. I need you here with me Y/N. Please come back to me.”
You quickly ended the call and shot up from your bed. Throwing on some clothes, you headed towards the kitchen and grabbed your car keys.
*******
You arrived at Erik’s door step feeling crazy for even doing this. You fumbled with your keys to find his spare house key still attached. Inserting the key into the lock, turning it, and pushing the door open you were greeted with a body curled up in corner of the living room. Erik was rocking himself back and forth, sobbing, repeatedly saying your name. You used your foot to close the door and his head shot up.
He looked just as tired and drained as you. His once beautifully braided locs were now frizzed and out of braids. Dark brown bags surrounded his eyes as if he hasn’t slept for days. You slowly walked towards him while he rose to his feet. The two of you kept your distance, standing awkwardly in the middle of his living room, until his eyes met yours. When your eyes locked it was like your emotions were also in sync with one another. You watched his eyes start to well up and his face begin to distort as he tried to hold his tears back. Closing the distance, you began to walk towards him and cupped your hand on his cheek. His eyes slowly closed as he leaned into your touch, allowing his tears to finally fall.
“Baby…” he let out. “I-I need you in my life. Its like I-I.” His hands began to shake as he brought them up, clenching his fists.“ Its like I cant live without you Y/N. I don’t want to live without you.” He looked down and quickly grabbed your hands to hold. “What happened? What happened to us? Was it me? Because if it was I swear to Bast that I’ll fix it just- just give me another chance” The volume of his voice started to pick up. “Please come back to me Y/N.” His hands gradually rose up to grab your arms softly but, even his gentle touch caused great pain to your wounds. You snatched your arms away and hissed in pain. He looked up at you with a confused look plastered on his face.
Erik had a feeling to what was going on but, he just didnt want to belive it. You promised him months ago that you wouldn’t revert back to hurting yourself. He prayed that he was wrong but lifting up your sleeves revealed the harsh red lines across your arms. He closed his eyes as more tears fell from his droppy eyes.
“Y/n. Did I do this to you?” He brought his hand up to your face and brushed your tear away with his thumb.
“No no. It wasnt you Erik. It was never you.” You decided that it was time to let him know the truth. The weight that you’ve been carrying on your shoulders has gotten heavy enough.
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“Y/N…Im sorry. I shouldnt have left-” You placed a finger over his lips which stopped his words. Your eyes took him in again once more. His skin and lips still as soft as you remembered. The message was clear as day when the two of you locked eyes. Erik took your face in his hands once and placed his lips on yours. Both of your lips moved in sync while tears came streaming down your faces. He slowly sucked on your bottom lip and let out a small sigh. He missed this. He missed you.
You pulled away for breath but held fast to his body.
“No Erik. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I made you feel like this. That I made you feel like this was all your fault when it wasn’t. It was mine. I was always so insecure about how you truly felt about me and-” Tears started to choke you up but this time you let them fall. You were so tired of holding back your feelings and thoughts. “And I always felt like you didn’t love me as much as I love you.”
The phrase replayed itself in his mind. This was the first time that anyone had said that they loved him. His troubled past had put him in the mindset that he could never be loved. Today was the day that he was finally proven wrong. He always knew that he had a great girl who always found time to see him, even in the worst circumstances. Someone who was always down for him, and someone who would never leave his side.
You heard him begin to chuckle as his smile spread across his face. You looked up at him confused, feeling stupid for confessing your deepest feelings.
“Whatever Erik” You began to turn away from him and started heading towards the door until he grabbed your hand, pulling you back into his chest. He looked down at you while resting his hand on the small of your back. His dark ember eyes starred deeply into yours, unraveling you as you stood.
“If only you knew how much I love you. I’m so blessed to have you in my life but I need you to know that-” He brought his face closer to yours, looking from your lips to your eyes. “ I love you more than words can say.”
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his lil’ secret.
Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Black!reader
warnings; this is f l u f f y- like, i got butterflies from reading my own stuff-
summary; “Killmonger” is a famous rapper that is known all around the world with a large fanbase. Almost everyone in his fanbase knows that he has a girlfriend, but doesn’t know what she looks like… until…
an; this is my 100 followers special! whew chilleee- i didn’t think i would come this far, this fasstt- but enjoy!! <3
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The Reader and Erik’s friends are trying to set them both up on a blind date but the catch is...they’re already dating.
Warnings: Fluff. Slight smut, short.
When friends interfere there is no going back....
Four women positioned around a freshly baked pan of peach cobbler with spoons in their hands scooping it out to add to their bowls of vanilla ice cream. It was after they just had a steak dinner and some red wine. They all planned to go out with their boyfriends to a Carnival that’s in town. All accept for Y/N who was single and would be without a date to attend the Carnival. Her friends and and their boyfriends had a trick up their sleeves. Y/N wasn’t going to be the single one out of the group any longer...
“What are you smiling about, Y/N?” Nisha, Y/N’s friend since the 4th grade asks while trying to peek at her phone.
“Just these dumb ass memes, they are so funny,” Y/N giggles, “I swear, the internet is undefeated.”
“For a second there I thought you were talking to some guy.”
Y/N placed her phone face down, looking up at Nisha with a tight smile on her lips as if she was hiding something, “When you know, you’ll know.”
“Well,” Nisha looked around at the other two women. Frankie, Y/N and Nisha’s friend from college who has smooth butter pecan skin and shoulder length layered Auburn hair and Lanay, Nisha’s cousin who stood at 4’ 11, chubby, long natural hair that reached her waist, shared the same sneaky look with Nisha, “We just might know sooner than you think.”
Y/N licks the sweet peaches from her spoon, before taking her tongue to lick the sugary bits off her upper lip, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We took it upon ourselves to set up a blind date for you tonight,” Frankie spoke up first.
“A blind date? Really y’all?” Y/N let’s out a suppressed laugh while giving all of them an odd look, “Listen, I trust y’all judgment but...I’m not tryna go on a date with a man-“
“He’s perfect! You said we know you right? This one is the exact match for you. Funny, intellectual, tall, smells great, very very handsome, has a career-“
“Can’t forget his voice...we know how much you love a man with a sexy voice-“
“You guys, calm down,” Y/N held up her hands at all of them, “I’m good. I’ve been tagging along while y’all are in relationships so what’s the difference?”
“It’s just time, sis. Time to forget about the whack motherfuckers you’ve been with and open your heart to a new and improved man.” Lanay spoke while secretly being nudged in the arm by Frankie to say something.
“Is he a build-a-nigga? Y’all talking about him like he was made in a factory like a Ken doll.”
“He’s that great!” Nisha says with excitement, “Honestly, you two will hit it off instantly when we get to the Carnival.”
Y/N could do nothing but giggle at her girls. They were so pushy when it came down to trying to hook her up with men. All Y/N wanted to do was go to the Carnival and have some fun on rides that she hadn’t been on since she was in high school.
“The only reason why I’m going to agree to this is because he could possibly win me a big Pikachu and I’ve ALWAYS WANTED a big Pikachu. This is strictly on a friend level, okay?”
“When you see him, you won’t say that anymore,” Frankie wagged her brows.
“He’s that amazing, Ugh,” Lanay touches her heart like she was in love.
“Why don’t you two share him then?” Y/N poked fun at them both, “Y’all seem more excited about him than I do.”
“He can win you the big Pikachu and he can give you big orgasms,” Nisha shrugs.
“SIS,” Y/N shoves her, “Why are you so nasty? I’m not sleeping with this man, whoever he is, what’s his name anyway?!”
“Can’t, you’ll find out when we get there-“
Lanay cuts off Nisha, “because we know you start judging based off of names-“
Y/N cuts off Lanay, “Well, can you blame me? Names can tell a lot about a man.”
A knock came to Nisha’s door, a big smile on her face while she rubbed her hands together deviously, “That’s Craig and Shawn. Chavez and your mystery man are going to meet us at the Carnival.”
“Wait...,” Y/N says while Nisha walks away to open her door, “So ALL OF YALL are in on this?”
“The guys are friends with him. We’ve all hung out together before. Not so much lately because he’s been busy but that’s how we met him,” Frankie clarifies.
“Okay...see...y’all are some plotting, medaling, motherfuckers,” Y/N snatched up her black mini backpack that had a cute pink and black faux fur dice key ring attached to it, walking away and towards the living room where Nisha talked with Craig and Shawn. Craig and Shawn are tall and muscular like a couple of football players. Craig is Trinidadian and Shawn is from Ghana. Both of them could pass for brothers. Smooth carob skin with matching kinky fros and thick facial hair.
“Sup, Y/N,” Craig playful gave Y/N dabs to mess with her, “You ready to get on some roller coasters?”
“I’m ready to fuss both of y’all out,” Y/N says with her hands on her hips, “What is wrong with y’all setting me up on a blind date?”
“Just tryna look out for you. We approve, you’ll be fine,” Shawn spoke nonchalantly.
“Y’all get on my damn nerves,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “can we go?”
“Yeah, the car is unlocked, Miss Salty,” Craig always called Y/N that, “Yeah, my mans would love you. He like girls with attitude and mouth.”
“Well your MANS don’t know who he’s fucking with.”
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Finally at the Carnival, Everyone entered in a group, making their way towards the arcade where Chavez said to meet. Y/N couldn’t help but to adjust the short pleated black skirt that she wore and the cropped black tank with a chain lace up in the front. She looked cute and sporty. If she was going to entertain this man for the duration of the night at least look good. The big arcade sign with the outrageously bright lights couldn’t go unnoticed as they approached. Y/N instantly spots Chavez sharing a blunt with a guy who’s back is turned towards them with a white hoodie on that had the words, Good Sex No Stress One Boo No Ex Small Circle Big Checks on it in pink lettering. Black sweats on and white Nike Hauraches, he was indeed tall, maybe 6’ 3 1/2. He could also pass for a football player too. Chavez was the shortest out of all the men but he was still tall, caramel skin and a close cut.
“There he isssss,” Nisha says to Y/N while her arm was linked with Craig’s, “You ready?”
“Nisha, shut up,” Y/N rolls her eyes.
“Hey, they’re here,” Chavez taps the mystery guys shoulder, “Where’s YN-“
“Hey Chavez,” she looked over to the guy who was currently putting out the blunt on the wall of the arcade.
“Erik, this is Y/N. Y/N, Erik.”
HOLY SHIT.
Y/N sucked in a panting breath. She was stunned where she stood. Those onyx eyes. Those full lips. That broad nose. The dreads that peaked out of the top of his hood. Is this really happening?
“I told you sis,” Nisha laughs are her friends stuck expression, “Erik, I’m sorry she’s being so damn rude.”
Erik blinked like he was back to reality. His composure was more put together than Y/N’s. He clears his throat, putting out his hand for her to shake.
“Sup’ ma?”
Y/N grabs his large calloused hand, shaking it slowly, “H-Hi.”
“She is shook,” Frankie whispered as she approached her man, Chavez, to give him a kiss.
“So, where to first?” Craig asks.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Nisha looked around the group, “What do y’all think?”
“Maybe we can play some games first,” Erik suggests with his eyes still on Y/N, unblinking.
“You could win Y/N a big Pikachu,” Lanay spoke with enthusiasm, “She always wanted one.”
“I can do that,” Erik looks Y/N up and down, “That’s okay, right?”
“Y-yeah,” She gave a shivering inhale, “Sure.”
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“Get these rings around the bottles to win a big Pokémon.”
Erik accepted his rings, rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie before looking down at Y/N then over his shoulder. The others were occupied with other Carnival games to worry about Y/N and Erik. Y/N was mute the entire time, afraid to even look at Erik.
“You can breath now, baby girl,” Erik tosses the first ring successfully, “They are far enough away for you to be yourself around me like you were last night.”
“Erik,” Y/N whispered while watching him make the second bottle, “I didn’t want them to know about us until I knew for sure that this was official.”
“We just started dating like, almost a month ago, Y/N. I know you have your boundaries and shit but if I’m putting in time with one girl that’s what it is. I told you this before-“
“Then you should know why I am the way I am. I’ve been played plenty of times, okay?”
Erik tosses the third ring, the Game Worker impressed with his skills since most people miss. He pauses, looking down at Y/N with his onyx eyes that made her melt, “This ain’t just a what the fuck moment for you, it is for me too. They wouldn’t tell me who you were and them niggas kept nagging me to give it a chance so I went along with it to play nice but now that I know it’s you, ain’t no playing nice. Consider this date number three, sweetheart.”
Y/N blushes with a bite of her lower lip, “If you win me that Pikachu I’ll give you a secret kiss in the tunnel of love.”
“How about a secret touch too? Can a nigga get that?”
Y/N rolls her eyes with a pretty smile, “Depends on what this touch is.”
“Hmmm,” Erik squints his eyes with a dimpled smile, “You just gotta wait and see what these hands can do. They had you squirming with just a cuff of that ass.”
“Stopppp,” Y/N whispers.
Erik made the fourth ring. This was already set in the bag.
“Wow!” The Game Worker who’s name tag read Kenny claps, “Three more rings and the Pikachu is yours!”
“It’s already mine,” Y/N says while watching Erik continue to be successful, “He’s just that good.”
“Let me get it down.”
Y/N squeals, jumping up and down before giving Erik a one arm hug. She looked over her shoulder and noticed Nisha, Frankie, and Lanay pointing and laughing. If only they knew.
“Chill out, ma. It’s just a hug. You acting like you got your tongue in my mouth or something...unless?” Erik licks his lips, “I know how much you like my tongue.”
“Get my Pikachu, big head.”
Erik chuckles, grabbing the Pikachu and handing it to Y/N. It was almost let height with how short she is.
“You look fucking adorable with your fine ass.”
“Thank you handsome,” Y/N reached for his hand, “Take me to the tunnel of love.”
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It wasn’t a tunnel of love it was a scary tunnel. Y/N didn’t see how this would be romantic but it was dark enough for Erik to get his kiss and touch. Y/N and Erik were last to get in, the rest of their friends in wagons before them. Erik placed the Pikachu in his lap, taking one of his arms to wrap around Y/N, stroking her arm as the wagons entered the dark tunnel. Out of no where, dark green lights ignited their path, misshapen mirrors on the walls and smoke rising from below the tracks.
“This is so damn eerie,” Nisha looked around with wary eyes, “I’m scared somebody gonna pop out.”
Y/N wasn’t bothered nor did she have to time to admire the tunnel because Erik was kissing her neck. The big ass head of the Pikachu covered his actions. He was tonguing her neck down, Y/N’s eyes fluttering shut. her feet in her platform vans went up on her tiptoes and her thighs clenched tightly. Her mouth opened slowly when his tongue licked her ear, a quiet gasp escaping her mouth. Erik tickled her ear with the air from his nose when he started laughing.
“Don’t make me put you in my lap, Y/N.”
As good as that sounded, she couldn’t do that anyway since they were on a ride. His hand came from around her to rest on her upper thigh. Erik squeezes it, Y/N making her thighs go tight so Erik wouldn’t get his hand up her skirt.
“Stingy.” He whispers before smacking her thigh.
Y/N kisses her teeth, looking straight ahead at her friends before opening her legs.
“Oh? I can get in there now? We moving from first base?”
“You are an ass,” Y/N jumps when she feels his finger tips on her crotch.
“This a phat pussy,” He looked down at her, his face bathed in the green light so lustful, “I just know she juicy too.”
“Shut...up,” Y/N pulled in a lung full of air when Erik’s fingers pinched her pussy lips together.
“Yep, nice and phat.”
Y/N was still stuck on the fact that Erik is her blind date when they are already dating. Now, his hands were up her skirt rubbing and pinching her pussy lips. He was making her soaking wet and she knew for sure he could feel it.
“YES LETS GET OUT OF HERE THIS IS BORING.” Frankie yells from the front causing everyone else to laugh.
Erik slaps her pussy a few times before taking his hand from under her skirt. Y/N let’s out a disappointing sigh as the wagons line up outside of the tunnel. Erik gets out, teaching down to grab Y/N out with one arm. He hands her the Pikachu before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
“Y’all move quick I see,” Craig commented while watching Erik and Y/N.
“Y’all were right, I’m feeling her so far,” Erik says while staring at Y/N like she was the most precious thing on earth.
“Awww how cute,” Lanay looked like she wanted to take a picture of the moment.
“Where to next?” Chavez asked.
“A roller coaster?” Y/N suggests, “We can do The Volcano.”
“Oh, hell nah. I know that’s not the one where your legs are swinging?!” Frankie looked petrified.
“Those are the best ones though,” Erik was down.
“Count me out. Baby, can we try the Wild One?”
The Wild One is a standard wooden roller coaster.
“Yeah, babe, that’s fine.”
They both left to go there, leaving everyone else to go on The Volcano.
The walk was pretty short, Erik and Y/N hand in hand. The line for The Volcano was pretty short. Y/N placed her Pikachu near a shelf with her bag. She got in her seat, bringing the bar down in front of her to secure it. Erik helped her out, tightening it to make sure it was in place. The Ride Worker came around, pushing down on the padded bars before pulling it to make sure it was in place. The worker put his thumb up to signal that it was all clear before the ride started up. It was one of those coasters that has a fast take off. Y/N squeezed Erik’s hand, causing him to laugh before the ride blasted off causing Y/N to scream at the top of her lungs.
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Her hair was definitely a mess but she didn’t care. Her and Erik were in line alone for another roller coaster. It was the Wild One. They sat close together, their thighs touching and Erik placing his hand in her lap.
“You still look sexy as fuck with a messy bun.”
“I should have known not to fix my hair all fancy,” Y/N glances up at Erik, “This is my favorite date of ours so far.”
The ride began to ascend.
“Mines too. Especially hearing you scream like a fucking banshee,” Y/N shoves Erik, his laugh making her smile.
“I always scream on roller coasters even when I love them.”
“It’s cool,” Erik’s hand went further up her skirt.
“Erik, what are you doing?” Y/N looked down at his hand spreading her thighs. She could see him pull her panties to the side, her pussy instantly feeling the wind and cooling the heat she felt from being so damn turned on. He takes his thumb and his middle finger to spread her lips, the tip of his pointer finger rubbing circles around her clit. Y/N’s head went back, eyes closing and her moans caught in her throat.
“We’re almost there,” Erik speaks in a soft tone, making Y/N crave him more. His fingers traveled lower, two of them leisurely sinking inside of her pussy. Y/N moans softly, her hands coming out in front of her to firmly grasp the bars before the feeling of falling overcame her. Everyone else around her screamed through the thrill but all Y/N could do was moan and smile with Erik’s fingers attacking her pussy. Her hair whipped across her face with every turn, Erik watching her with a big handsome smile. Another drop came, Y/N squealing a little while her hips moved in tandem with Erik’s thrusts. She never felt this charged in her life, her body leaned in towards his during a turn, her laughs and gasps of pleasure against his neck. Erik turns his head, her hair in his face while their lips crashed. The ride began to slow down her thighs tightening around his hand because she didn’t want him to stop. Erik reluctantly pulls his hand out, causing Y/N to whimper. He licks his fingers clean before helping her out of the cart and adjusting her skirt. Her but was no longer there, long curly hair all over her head. Erik smooths her hair out of her face before giving her a kiss.
“OOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Both of them turn to spot their friends watching.
“That’s my boy Erik!” Shawn called out before wolf whistling.
“YALL ARE SO CUTE!” Nisha looked like a proud mother.
Y/N looks up at Erik through her lashes, “Should we tell them?”
Erik wraps his arm around her shoulder, walking Y/N over to get her bag and her Pikachu, “Nah, let’s drag this out, it’s fun.”
“You are so devious.”
Michael B. Jordan by Leonardo Volcy
now this gif right here🤤
Imagine
Soft boi Erik
It’s Y/N and Erik’s honeymoon. They have the perfect get away in the Virgin Islands. During sex Erik is staring at Y/N and he’s so overwhelmed with how beautiful she is/her body is and he arrives to the station “early” lol.
Warnings: Teasing, FLUFF, SMUT, pre-mature cum, SoftBoi
A week away in the Virgin Island for the newly weds. Y/N was a Stevens now. They climbed out of Erik’s Private jet, a welcoming party already there waiting for them both. Their personal driver, Ramone, grabbed their bags to put away. Erik held the door opened for his wife, helping her inside before he settles in next to her.
“Newly Weds?!” Their personal driver asks, “How long you two staying here?”
“Two weeks!” Y/N squeezed Erik’s hand, “Two weeks in paradise. I’m so excited. Aren’t you excited, babe?”
“Two weeks with you is paradise enough for me,” Erik couldn’t keep his lips under control as they trailed down his wife’s neck, “My Wifey. Damn, you’re officially all mine.”
Y/N giggles, Erik’s plush lips tickling her neck. He was on top of her now in the back seat, trailing his loving and desperate kisses down the middle of her chest before they landed on her belly button. Y/N squirms, her knees coming up to hide her stomach away from his feather-like kisses.
“Baybeee,” Y/N whimpered with a small laugh.
“I can’t help myself. Your so damn addictive,” Erik takes his hand to run up her tropical wrap skirt, “Can Hubby take a peak?”
“Oh, Babyeee,” Y/N whispers, “We aren’t alone-“
“I need you. Two weeks of paradise includes two weeks of fucking. I’m fucking you, Wifey, every damn night.”
“Oh, goodness,” Her skin blushed, “Will I ever get a chance to sight see?”
“We can, and we can fuck on the beach. Pull you in the back of a shop and fuck you against a wall. Go to a reggae club with VIP and fuck you right there. Fuck you everywhere, Baby.”
Erik’s lips passionately clashed with Y/N’s in the back seat. Tongues twirling, lips smacking, sighs of pleasure. Erik pulls away, stroking Y/N’s cheek with his thumb, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Y/N replies before leaning forward to peck Erik’s lips.
“Show me that ring,” Erik smiles. Y/N giggles, rolling her eyes playfully before showing off her ring. It was a Pear-cut Champagne Brown Diamond Engagement Ring. It has white accent Diamonds. 18k white gold ring sporting a diamond halo around the main stone. That didn’t include the diamond wedding band she also has. Erik grabs her hand, admiring the extravagant jewelry before placing a kiss over it.
“Seeing this, has my dick hard as fuck right about now,” Erik drags that same hand down so she could feel exactly how hard he is. How rigid his dick is in his shorts. Y/N bites her lip, looking up at Erik slowly before sticking her tongue out to lick across his lips. Erik’s body shivered. He captured her tongue between his lips, sucking it, before covering her mouth with his lips. Y/N moaned into his mouth.
“We are here, lovely couple!”
A beautiful vacation villa in St. Croix, U.S Virgin Islands. It was up on a hill, surrounded by the tropics with a trail to the beach and a private pool with a jacuzzi. It was wide open with a patio that wrapped around the villa; large floor to ceiling windows and the perfect furniture fit for an island getaway. Y/N spotted so many places she would love to lounge at while she was here. The hammock on the front porch was big enough for two. Then there was a large cream colored pit sofa with tropical pillows.
“WOW.” Erik pulled his RayBands on top of his dreads, “Remind me to buy our own Villa so we can escape and come here whenever we want to.”
“I promise I will,” Y/N began walking in her Birkenstock’s up the stairs behind Ramone. He carefully carried the luxury suitcases. Erik carried the shoulder bags. Finally up the stairs, Y/N pulls out her cell to take a picture of the outside of the villa.
“I don’t think I want to go home, babe,” Y/N turned around to look at Erik, “fuck work and responsibility. Let’s live here.”
“I don’t think your mom would be happy with me if I kept you here,” Erik kissed Y/N’s forehead before following Ramone into the Villa. Y/N took a few pictures before joining them both inside. The Aloe Vera plant garden made Y/N smile. She planned on using it for her hair and skin. She was happy her and Erik were alone. She could walk around naked all day every day.
“The fridge is fully stocked but there is a produce market down the back trail. All the fruits, vegetables, oils, butters, and cigars you need. Much much more too.”
“Thanks Ramone,” Erik pulls out his wallet, tipping the elder man generously, “If we need you again, we can just call you?”
“Absolutely! Thank you! Thank you!” Ramone accepted their cash, saying his final goodbyes before leaving Y/N and Erik alone.
“EEEK!” Y/N ran up to Erik, jumping into his arms and straddling his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck while Erik spins her around. Y/N leans back, kissing Erik while grasping his face.
“Let’s look around,” Y/N spoke against Erik’s lips. She hops down, grabbing his arm to drag him along. They looked at the living room, kitchen, and dining room area. Up the steps they went, Erik slapping Y/N’s ass while she tried to run away from him. He chased her a little before wrapping his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him while they checked out all the rooms. The bathroom was their personal favorite. Erik promised daily bubble baths and sex in the shower. Finally, they both made it to the master bedroom. It also has a wrap around patio.
“Perfect, I am in awe of this place,” Y/N was carried bridal style towards the bed, “You really outdid yourself, handsome,” Y/N bats her long lashes at him.
“Hmm,” Erik gently places his wife onto the bed, crawling towards her like a wild cat. She bites her fleshy bottom lip, curling a single finger for him to come closer.
“Why not start off fucking now, huh?” Y/N takes off her white tee that she wore wrapped in the front to expose her stomach. Nothing but beautiful round breasts awaited Erik’s drooling mouth. Now, Y/N was removing her tropical wrap skirt. Once that was gone, the only barrier left was her burnt orange thong. Erik went flat on his belly, crawling towards her on his elbows. Y/N opened her legs wider, a single finger in her mouth to seduce him. Erik’s lips kissed up her feet, calves, inner thighs, then over her warm mound. Erik uses his teeth to pull her thong down slowly, his primal eyes watching the way her pink tongue licked around her lips. The thong was down past her feet now, Erik releasing it from his mouth. His large hands pulled Y/N’s legs towards him before bringing them up and over her head. She was wide open for him. Y/N sat up on her elbows, a naughty smile on her face.
“Eat me?” Y/N pulls her pussy lips apart, “Eat my pussy, Hubby?”
“Fuck yes,” Erik licks her slit in one strike, “You taste just like pineapples down here.”
“Mm-uhhh,” Her eyes rolled shut, “Damn, that dangerous tongue.”
Erik gave her more tongue. Y/N’s head fell back against the pillows. His tongue made her inner folds puff up lick he wanted them to. Her hand reaches out to remove his shades from his head, tossing those on the other side of the bed before grabbing a fist full of his dreads to bring his lips to her pussy.
“Give me some of that mouth...good, Daddy,” Y/N’s body grinds into his mouth, “So...good.”
“Mhm,” Erik mumbles into her pussy, “Mhm.”
“Yes,” Y/N’s mouth fell open, “Yes, right fucking there.”
His lips sucking on her made Y/N’s toes curl and back arch from the bed. Her eyes connected with Erik’s, watching him pleasure her. Y/N’s hand came forward to stroke the dreads that fell in his eyes back. She held his hair back for him, her eyebrows knitted together with immense pleasure while she mumbled how good she felt. Biting her bottom lip hard, Y/N uses all the power in her hips to fuck Erik’s mouth. Her hips buckled into his mouth, toes pointed to the ceiling. Erik could feel her cream mixed with her juices drizzle down the side of his lip to his chin.
“Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, mmmm, Umph, oooooh, ooooo, Mhm, Mhm, mmm-uhhhhh,”
She was a moaning mess. Her ass shook along with her thighs. Her breathing came out in a desperate rhythm now. She was wheezing almost. Erik didn’t stop. He kept on going and going. Y/N’s eyes rolled cross-eyed before her hand left his hair to grab both of her breasts, squeezing them and twirling her nipples. Erik looked up just in time to see her lick one of her nipples. His dick hurt from how hard it was. Boundless and vast dick so long, fat, and solidified that it throbbed against his thigh. Her sugary fluids coated his tongue yet again. She was spilling in his mouth. Looking up at her from between her legs, watching all the faces she made, Erik couldn’t control the urge to cum. He needed to be inside of her.
Erik’s lips popped off her labia and clit, his lips glossy and his chin hair soaked with her cream. He didn’t care to wipe his face as he stood from the bed, yanking off his shorts and tropical buttoned shirt. Fully nude and looking powerfully built, Erik got back on the bed in a hurry, pulling Y/N’s legs over his shoulders. Her breath rushed in and out, eyes low with lust as she watches her husband position himself without a word. He yearned for her. He longed to sink deeply. The sudden impulse aroused her further. He will be so happy to find that his wife is even more wet for him. Erik grabs the base of his dick, deep, shuddering breaths escaping his mouth before he pushes his thickness inside of her. Y/N fought for her breath, pushing back against the carved oak headboard. The minute he was inside of her, was the minute his body rocked. She could hear her slippery walls and his dick entering her tightness. She could hear their skin slapping. He was stretching her out to even wider depths.
“Daddy, you’re so big,” Y/N grabs his balls before stroking the base of his dick while he fucked her, “Mmm, God, Daddy, I am so stuffed!”
Erik fucked her harder when she said that. He couldn’t even form a word. All Y/N could make out was his irregular breathing and ragged sighs. He had his his eyes on her from time to time then he would look down at the way he fucked that good puss. That warm, heated puss. Her breasts bounced and swayed like two beautiful fleshy pillows. Her stomach would flex each time he went in deeper, her face...That beautiful, breathtaking, gorgeous face. She blinked up at him with shock at how good he pounded her. Her mouth hung open while her lower lip pouted and dangled. He couldn’t control the urge to empty his balls and shoot off in her cunt deep.
“Fuck me, baby, fuck me just like that, get it baby, yes, Daddy, fuck it just like that. You getting that shit, Daddy, you know how to fuck me, you know how I deserve to be fucked. Ohhhh, God, Shit, baby. Big. Fucking. Dick. Gawd-“
“UGH, GIRL!”
Erik could feel his dick ripple and propel his cum into her pussy. Y/N tightened around him, pulling more cum from him. Erik lets out short, heated breaths before collapsing on top of Y/N. His face was hidden in the crook of her neck. Y/N reached up to stroke the back of his head.
“Baby?” She called his name in that voice that he loved, “Baby, look at me.”
Erik couldn’t do it. He was embarrassed and pissed. He never came pre-maturely, ever.
“It’s okay,” Y/N whispers soothingly into his ear, “I understand. It felt so good for you, it’s okay, you just felt so good, that’s all.”
He could cum again from those words.
“I want you to look at me.”
Erik lets in a shivering inhale before lifting onto his elbows to look down at her. His jaw was tightly clenched but his whiskey eyes blinked down at her. The tips of his ears were red and Y/N knew that was a sign of embarrassment for him. She kissed his lips, her eyes open as she kissed him. Erik looked from her eyes down to their joined lips before falling into the kiss. They French kissed for a little before Y/N broke the kiss, taking her thumb to wipe away spit from his chin.
“Don’t ever feel embarrassed about that. This is your pussy, you enjoy your pussy, okay?”
“Yes,” Erik gave her a weak smile, “I couldn’t control it-“
“Shhh,” Y/N pushed Erik down onto the bed, straddling him, “don’t talk, just feel.”
She began to grind her hips while his dick was still compressed by her walls. Like her pussy was made of angel dust, Erik’s dick came to life once more. The way she pulled on him had him grunting and running his hands all over her body. Y/N pressed her hands in the middle of his chest, moving her hips over him at a slow pace.
“You feel my pussy grabbing you nice and tight, Daddy?”
“Hmph, yes,” Erik bites his lip.
“Can I show Daddy how I fuck this dick?”
“Mmm, yes, girl.”
Y/N rode his dick. She used his pipe to her advantage. Erik’s ass cheeks clenched and his balls jumped. He was experiencing so much pleasure that it was all too much at once. Y/N took his dick and used it. Now, she was fucking him reverse. Her ass bounced and popped. He could see her fat pussy lips and tight hole wrapped around him snuggly. The skin of her wet hole was squeezing him. Erik reaches out to whack her ass. He held her cheeks apart while Y/N did her thing. He couldn’t believe it, he was going to cum again.
“FUCK,” Erik looked at her ass angrily, “LOOK WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE ME DO!”
Erik sucked in lungfuls of air as spasms of delight rocketed through him.
“UMPH! DADDY!” Y/N was squirting on him. Squirting and creaming. She didn’t stop her rhythm. The bed jumped beneath them like a trampoline.
“Ugghhhhhh, SHIT IS RIDICULOUS, Fuckkkk!”
Erik came again right after Y/N. He grabs her ass to pull her pussy off of his sensitive dick. More cum spilled from Erik and stained Y/N’s dripping wet cunt.
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POP! SIZZLE!
Erik drank from the champagne bottle while some of the fuzz spilled down his neck and onto his naked chest. Y/N was right by his side in a pair of black panties, titties out as they sun bathed. Erik tips the bottle over her breasts, coating them with champagne. Y/N rubs it into her caramel skin. She looked up at Erik through her shades and straw hat, smiling at her man.
“Welcome to the good life!!!” Erik sings T-Pains song.
“Welcome to the good LI-I-I-IFE!” Y/N sings.
“Now throw your hands up in the sky!!!!”
“Aye-“
“AYE-“
“Aye-“
“AYE-“
“IM GOOD!” They finished together.
“I miss that Kanye,” Y/N says while applying sunscreen to her thighs.
“Me too,” Erik picked up his cigar, “We’re living the good life though.”
“For sure.” Y/N smiles with contempt.
“Look.”
Y/N lifts up on her elbows to look over at Erik. He had an obvious tent in his trunks. Y/N laughs, falling back against her beach chair before grabbing her Rum Punch.
“Your dick is always hard, baby,” Y/N giggles.
“Always hard for you,” Erik grabs one of her titties while rolling her nipple, “Come suck on Daddy.”
“So you can cum again in two minutes? I’d be glad to.”
Y/N got up from her seat, kneeling in front of Erik on the sand. She removed her straw hat, pulling Erik’s trunks down to his thighs.
“Ha-Ha. So you got jokes now?” Erik smiles.
“Just teasing. I can’t help the fact that I have amazing pussy.”
“That puss is more than amazing. That thang is magical.”
“Aww, babyeee,” Y/N grabs Erik’s fat dick, “Thank you. Thank you so much,” She wraps her lips around him and went to town.
“DAMN,” Erik’s head went back.
“Mhm,” Y/N mumbled with her lips wrapped around him.
“Shit,” Erik grips the back of her head, “You’re a nasty thing, aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” Y/N looked him square in the eyes while sucking his dick, “mmmm.”
“You love me. I can tell by the way you suck me.”
Y/N gurgled around him.
“Look at that rock on your finger wrapped around my stick,” Erik bites his lip, “My wife is the best freaky love.”
Erik whispered Oh God, and Don’t stop. Y/N went fast and hard. He was so huge and firm in her mouth. Her jaws had to hurt at this point. He rested back on his elbows, russet skin draped in sweat under the scorching sun. Erik’s fingers dragged over his chiseled abs. Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He couldn’t believe this shit. His dick was ready to bust again.
“What the fuck?” He asked weakly, “what. The. Fuck.”
Erik’s hips lifted from the beach chair while his nut empites into Y/N’s mouth. She couldn’t see his eyes behind his shades but she could see the frustrated crease in his brows and the slight mug on his nose and lips. His body went slack against the beach chair while Y/N stood up, licking her lips clean and wiping cum from her bottom lip.
“Are you doing this shit on purpose?” Erik asks between deep breaths.
“No, Daddy,” Y/N drinks some of her Rum Punch, “You just don’t have control,” Y/N smiles wickedly, “Let me know when you need me again, babe.”
Erik pulled up his trunks over his flaccid penis, “Uh-huh, yeah, okay.” He was irritated. Erik has something for Y/N.”
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The rest of the evening was spent preparing dinner, unpacking, and sleeping. Erik wanted to hang more but his body wasn’t having that. They both woke the next day around 12 PM. Brunch was prepared by Erik on the patio. They ate in complete nudity while talking about what activities they could do. Snorkeling, jet skiing, ride ATV’s, go on a tour to see the tropical animals, enjoy the nightlife, go shopping, all of those things were their plan.
After the big breakfast, Y/N decided to take a bubble bath while Erik went for a run before working out in the gym at their Villa. This gave Y/N time to read a book while sipping on her Sangria. She still felt like she was living in a fairytale. The rings on her finger, the man who married her, the Villa and the beautiful island. All of it seemed like a dream to her. When Erik returned, he took a shower and sat in the hammock with Y/N while she retwists his new growth with beeswax and mango butter. She braided it back afterward. They both took a nap on the hammock, waking up a few hours later. That night Y/N and Erik decided to go out for drinks. The place they found played amazing dancehall music that had them both dancing. The club reminded Y/N of a scene from Dirty Dancing. Sweaty bodies connected and grinding on eachother. Her and Erik were dripping with sweat. They weren’t even drunk because they both sweat out the alcohol.
“THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!” Y/N yells at Erik as they danced, “LOOK AT YOU MOVE, BABY!”
“Nah, look at you,” Erik twirled Y/N, “Best fucking dancer I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, yeah?” Y/N gyrated her hips on Erik, “I can move, baby?”
“Shit moving like jello, ma,” Erik slaps Y/N’s ass, “tig ol’ bitties bouncing around. You got these men wanting some. You mine though,” Erik licked Y/N’s neck.
“Mmm, Don’t start nothing you can’t finish.”
“What did you just say?” Erik whispers in her ear.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish.”
“Can’t finish, huh?” Erik brings a hand around Y/N’s neck, “come talk that shit in the car ride home and watch what I do to you.”
“Uh-huh,” Y/N says with a smile.
“You think I’m playing. Your pussy might be heavenly and all but I got that ass now. I’ll have you cumming in minutes. You know how Daddy does it, Wifey.”
Y/N turns, her sweaty face near Erik’s, while his hands cascades down her back to palm both her ass cheeks, “I guess I need a reminder then. I seem to have forgotten,” Y/N licks Erik’s top lip with a flick of her tongue, “we got a lot of time.”
“With that ring on your finger we got all the time in the world, right?”
“Damn right,” Y/N puts her hand out in front of her, “look at it glow.”
After dancing a few more times and settling at the bar for another hour to make up for all the drinks they sweated out, Erik calls for an Uber back to the Villa. They were both wasted and would rather be wasted in their vacation villa instead of in public since they weren’t familiar with the area. In the Uber home, there was slight traffic. It frustrated the hell out of Erik because his dick was damn near crying for pleasure. Y/N just removed her shoes and threw her legs over Erik’s, looking around her in silence or staring at him with her beautiful eyes. Erik ran his fingers up and down her exposed leg. His actions looked like they were putting Y/N to sleep.
“How much further?” Erik asks the Uber driver.
“Just up this hill and we are there my man.”
Sure enough, they both made it back. Erik stirred Y/N awake while grabbing her shoes. He got out and came around to her side opening her door and picking her up to carry her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Erik thanked the Uber driver before taking the stairs to the villa. He dropped her heels off on the patio and walked inside. Erik laid her body out on the pit sofa, dimming the lights in the Villa with just a clap of his hands. She was knocked out cold. Erik stood above her, removing his clothes. Each piece fell on the floor in a wrinkled pile. Fully naked, Erik got down on his knees in the middle of the pit sofa, gently removing Y/N’s dress. She stirred a little but she didn’t wake up. Her nude body looked magnificent in the middle of that large sofa. They could sleep here tonight. Erik places his wife onto her back, spread her legs nice and slow, before lowering his head between her legs again. Eating her pussy was his favorite thing to do.
As soon as his lips found her wet and sticky mound, Y/N’s hips jerked, eyes closed but a crease formed in her brow. Erik brought her legs back swiftly before pulling her pussy lips apart, using his tongue to wiggle inside of her. Y/N’s eyes opened, her sleep ridden body jolting from the sudden intrusion. She looked so confused but at the same time she felt so much pleasure. Her shaky moans and bewildered eyes drove Erik insane. She looked so shocked with each gasp that escaped her mouth.
“Baybee?” She questioned, “Daddy?”
Erik didn’t respond.
“Mmmm,” She moaned.
Her pussy tasted even sweeter than the previous day. She was really really wet down there for him. So wet that she stained the pit sofa. Erik leaned back to admire her pussy. Labia and clit all puffy and wet, her honey pot oozing with its sweet treat. He leans back in, taking his time to suck on her. That’s when she fully sat up on her elbows. Her hand reached out to hold his head but her limbs were so weak her hand shook on the back of his head.
“Umph, Daddy, daddy you’re making me cum. Keep going, don’t stop,” her hips bucked in his mouth, “Umph, fuck, Yesssss.”
With one big inhale, Y/N came in Erik’s mouth. Once again, his chin and lips were covered in her release.
“Daddy about to give you this monster,” Erik strokes his rigid and meaty pipe, “Assume the fucking position.”
Y/N didn’t take her instructions lightly. She pointed her ass in the air, face pressed into the soft suede of the pit sofa. Erik spanked her hard a few times before thrusting forward into her pussy with just his hips. Y/N’s body fell forward slightly from how much force Erik put into that stroke. She tried reaching behind her to push at his chest but Erik didn’t want that.
“Mm-mm, arms reaching out in front of you, DONT touch me.”
Y/N reaches out in front of her. Erik admires her body in that positon and it made him caress her sore ass cheeks.
“You are stunning, baby girl. Just beautiful,” Erik strokes her slowly, “So lovely laid out in front of me like this. This is mines for the taking.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Y/N hisses, “Daddy, why are you so deep in my pussy like that? I can feel you in my soul, baby.”
“Should I go faster and make you feel it some more?”
“Please,” She quietly begged.
“Please what, Wifey?”
“Please, Da-“ Y/N couldn’t even finish her sentence when Erik started picking up the pace to beat her walls up. She felt her pussy spasm around him and convulse.
“Oh, shit, I’m cumming,” Y/N spoke into the couch cushion, “Daddy, keep beating it right there I’m cumming! YES!”
Y/N came on his dick, “YES! YES!” She whimpers.
“Keep cumming on me. Cum as much as you like,” Erik spoke with a whisper. He reached beneath her to rub her clit in circles. Y/N started fucking him back when she felt him do that. The noise of her ass ricocheting off of him echoed across the living room.
“Oh? That’s what that pussy kat doing? She leaking on me again?” Erik was surrounded by nothing but wetness that poured and poured from her.
“Damn, baby,” Y/N was frozen with shock.
“Should I keep hitting that thang?”
“I can take it,” Y/N started fucking Erik’s dick herself, “So big and fat in my little pussy.”
“Shit, yes the fuck I am,” Erik spreads her cheeks to see for himself, “I’m in that puss.”
“If you keep stroking my G-spot like that,” Y/N clawed the couch, “Umph, Erik, ima squirt-“
Y/N felt it pouring before she could even finish her words. A weak sigh spilled from her mouth. Now that he made her cum three times, it was his turn to bang her pussy until he bust a nut. Erik strokes faster and harder. Y/N reaches under her to grab his sack, massaging it with her fingers while he hammered her walls. She could do nothing but moan. Erik could do nothing but moan. Both of them enjoyed the feeling and made sounds of pleasure. Erik mumbled some words that Y/N was too weak to understand. All she felt was Erik’s dick swelling to cum inspiring proportions. Her pussy stretched even more, her walls unable to take more of his fat dick Erik always got fatter and thicker when he was about to cum. You had to be a big girl to take the dick he delivered. Y/N was still learning.
“Baby, I feel that fat dick pumping inside of me.”
“Goddamn, girl!!” Erik erupted inside of her, “FUCK FUCK FUCK.”
“Give me all of it, Daddy.”
“Shit, girl,” Erik felt her popping her pussy on his dick.
“Is there more for me? I want some more. My pussy is greedy for Daddy’s good cum-“
“THATS HOW IT IS?” Erik slams into her, “that’s how it is, ma?” Erik fucked her like his dick wasn’t sensitive, “Stay still while I fuck you since this is what you want,” He grabs her wrists, “Stay still.”
“OH, My God,” Erik didn’t hold back. He punished her pussy.
“That’s right, Hubby! That’s how you fuck your wife! That’s how you fuck me!”
“Your Lil’ ass got me cumming again,” Erik spanked her ass, “this is what you do to me.”
Erik grunts deep, more of him exploding from the tip of his dick. He slowly takes his dick out. Y/N flips over to get on her knees, sucking the rest of him off. Erik watched with a pout of lips, eyes closing. She laid back, spreading her legs to show him all of his cum dripping from her pussy. He watched her push it out, the thick nut oozing down the crack of her ass.
This was going to be a beautiful two weeks.
DISNEYFOLK’S A-side / B-side Event → [ SIDE B ]: Favorite Couple: Tiana/Naveen
You’re the best thing I never knew I needed. So now it’s so clear I need you here always.
RIP Kobe Bryant and daughter Gianna
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BUT WHERE IS THE GIF OF RALEIGH AND PENTECOST FROM PACRIM????
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Imagine:
The Reader and Erik having pillow talk and she asked him “Which one of your scars hurt the most?”
They were never going to get out of bed at this rate. Tangled in the sheets, Y/N and Erik were staring into each other’s eyes and listening to each other’s breathing. Erik was enamored by her striking beauty. The girl from Atlanta that he met through baggage claim only four months prior. This was the time they also got to know each other more. He learned how much she loved cats and that she couldn’t bring herself to adopting a new one after her cat passed away. She used to be a gymnast but quit at the age of 17 because of a broken ankle which ruined her chances of going to the Olympics. Her mother is of Creole heritage and supposedly they were descendants of Marie Laveau. Her favorite color is emerald green. She graduated with a degree in History and now she’s an Archivist. Her father was a drunk and a sexual abuser to her mother and she was glad he died from cirrhosis of the liver. She has a strawberry birthmark on her left buttocks. She’s fluent in French and Spanish. So much more amazing facts about her.
Erik told her of his life in Oakland and how he was passed around from foster care to foster care. Detention Centers, Juvie, almost in jail, Naval Academy, Military, MIT for grad school. Fluent in French, Spanish, German, Xhosa, and a lot more. He had a love for cooking, reading, anime, and rain. Very skilled in combat knowing three different fighting styles such as Dambe of Africa, Krav Maga that he learned while military training, and Jiu-Jitsu. He hated politics. Erik was very careful at the beginning with telling Y/N about himself but the closer they became the more she wondered about why he always traveled and what his scars meant. She didn’t know that Erik was a deadly assassin wanted in a few countries like Russia and Iran. So many passports and different currencies. It’s like he had to sleep with his eyes open.
Now, her pure hazel eyes were on his scar covered chest. A savage next to an angel. Y/N reaches out with her buttery soft hand to lightly touch his scars. The feeling tickled him in a delicious way causing Erik to close his eyes and bite his lip. She giggles, Erik, grabbing that same hand to plant a soft kiss to her skin before placing it back on his chest. Her taste lingered on his plush lips and he couldn’t help himself when he licked them.
“Can I ask you something?” She looked up into his onyx eyes, “it’s okay if you don’t want me to.”
“But I want you to,” he spoke with his alluring raspy voice, “I love it when you wanna know more about me, Princess.”
She sat up on her elbows causing her braided hair to fall over her shoulder, “okay,” she allowed her pretty eyes to travel the placement of his scarring, “I wanna know which scar hurt the most.”
“…You really wanna know that?” Erik looked away from her, grabbing her hand again, “I don’t know if you understand what you’re asking me, baby girl.”
“Erik,” her voice alone made him look up into her soft eyes, “I know what I’m asking. And I want to know more about the man that I’m sleeping with and falling in love with…”
She was so precious. There were multiple scars on his body that hurt like hell when he did them. But if he had to choose one…
“Here,” Erik grabs Y/N’s fingers, bringing them around his side to press along his rib cage. There, something she hadn’t noticed before, was a keloid scar that didn’t heal like the rest of the scars. It was oddly shaped and when she pressed into it a little more Erik flinched. He could still feel that one. Y/N drew her hand back quickly causing Erik to wrap his arms around her.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to scare you like that-“
“It still hurts.” She couldn’t understand why she was crying about it.
Yeah, that one wasn’t intentional…it wasn’t methodical like the rest. It was as if he carried the pain of the person he killed with him. Now, Erik was experiencing nostalgia. His memories of that slaying hit him tremendously. He swallowed an angry grunt and squeezed Y/N tighter. Her warm cheek rested against his chest and her knuckles stroked his abdomen making the hairs rise on the back of his neck.
“Erik?” She looked upward, “I’m sorry.”
“Stop,” He strokes her hair back before grabbing her braid lightly, “You’re not a sorry person and this shit is my mess, not yours.”
“You’re mines so,” She presses her nose against his skin, “Your mess is my mess now, babe.”
“Why didn’t I find you years ago?” She was perfect for him. The calm to his hurricane.
“I wish I knew you before. Even when looking at these scars I still see the same amazing man I know now. I know you feel like trash but I see different.”
Just hearing her say those words made him want to flip her on her back and make sweet love to her. Every stroke inside her delicate and celestial body felt like a part of her was intertwined with him. He was a better man now because of Y/N.
“I killed a childhood friend of mines.”
Y/N continued stroking his abdomen without interrupting Erik. She let him talk.
“It was…the whole situation was fucked up honestly,” Erik felt his lip tremble a little so he twisted his lips to control it, “He tried to get me set up. For some money. 10,000 dollars to get me set up and killed because some motherfuckers wanted me dead back in Oakland. They hated seeing me with a college degree instead of on the streets.”
He paused to gather himself because now he was picturing his friend’s lifeless bloody body.
“I was no saint, I have the scars to prove it but I was trying to change, you know? Anyway…I came back to Oakland to reunite with my second family. They took me in, fed me, clothed me, and made sure I was in school even though both of us were out there running with the wrong crowd. I wanted to properly tell them how much I appreciate everything they did for me even when I didn’t seem like I cared, you know?”
Y/N nods her head slowly to let Erik know she was hanging onto every word he said.
“So, my childhood friend asked me to meet him at Fat Burger on N Vasco Rd like we used to do before we hit the liquor store and bought up some weed. Burgers, drinks, and weed…that was our shit. I pull up and usually, it’s hella niggas out there and some shorties too. Nah. This night it was blank and cold out there. Luckily I brought my Glock with me…”
Erik looked down at Y/N to check in on her and when he did their eyes met. She looked so innocent like a child being told a bedtime story.
“Go on, I’m listening,” she spoke with a whisper.
Erik swallows spit, “The minute I grabbed my gun I see a big ass white H2 Hummer 2008 pull up, about four niggas with silver 9mm pistols hop out. Y/N, I could feel my whole world tumbling before me like a fucking earthquake touched down in San Fran. That’s when I knew that this nigga set me up. After everything, he set me up to get killed in a fucking Fat Burger parking lot by four punk ass niggas who couldn’t even hold a gun. Shit was fucked up.”
Her warm hand pressed down on the center of Erik’s chest to help him ease his shaky breaths. Erik’s hands came down to fist the sheets, veins in his arms and shoulders surfacing as he replayed that night in his head. He had just turned 32. All the Wakanda shit happened and he felt renewed.
“I held my own and killed all four of them. My friend didn’t know how skilled I was. You need a whole army for me and that’s even if you get me. After I dropped them motherfuckers I checked out the car and saw duffle bags and shit to break into somebody’s place. And I bought a new house. After seeing that I saw red. Not just the blood but…I was so hurt and I just wanted to kill him.”
Erik glares at the ceiling, “I pulled up on my friend, he was home smoking weed with the neighborhood hoe in the back sleeping that he made his main bitch. I dressed in all black and I used the tip of my gun to knock on that door.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“He opened it high as a kite and I wanted him to see the hurt in my eyes before I pulled that ski mask down to finish him off. I didn’t want to talk, I wanted him dead just like them other niggas. He looked from my gun to my face and then he closed his eyes. Shorty in the back came out wrapping a robe around her body and he stopped her. She ran back into the room and slammed and locked the door.”
So…this how it is, E?
“Shut the fuck up you grimy motherfucker,” Erik could see himself pointing the gun at his friend’s face as tears streamed his eyes.
“Why? Why Aaron? You’re own brother?”
Listen, niggas kept hounding me. Saying they were gonna kill me and Simone. You know Simone got a baby on the way so I did what I had to do.
Erik saw they’re text conversations between them. He knew it was calculated but he wanted his friend to say his part. And the nigga was lying dead in his face. He was about to be on his face in a minute.
“Save it, nigga,” Erik saw his hand roughly shove him inside his home, pulling his ski mask down further and slamming the door shut.
“Get the fuck off the floor and sit your ass down in that chair so I can see you, nigga.”
Aaron got up and carefully sat down. Still the same old Aaron. Just now he was betraying his friends.
“You know what’s about to happen, right?”
E, man, listen, I had to man, it’s me, E, it’s A-Ron, we boys, we go way back, man, we’re brothers-
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
What about Simone? She-she knows how you look man she’ll call up her peoples, E, don’t do this-
“Simone ain’t stupid,” Erik laughed darkly, “She knows if she talks I’m killing that bitch too. I bet both of y’all tried to set me up. You and that loose pussy bitch.” He saw his spit flying out and connecting to his hand and the Glock.
Aaron’s silence confirmed it. It was him and Simone. Shit, now she had to die too.
E!!! No…E, please man, don’t do it man, fuck, It wasn’t all her E!!!! Don’t do her like that, please-
Now that Erik thought about it, one of them niggas who tried to kill him was her brother.
“I thought I told you to stop whining like a punk bitch and take this shit like a man? You a real motherfucking gangsta, right? Planning to kill your own family for some money? Nigga, I wanna see your brains on the floor.”
Simone came running out with a gun of her own. Bitch wasn’t 6 months pregnant. Hoe ass still slim. He was gonna kill her for aiming a gun at his head. She didn’t deserve a scar on his body.
Simone, go back in the room!
She didn’t listen and actually fired a shot at Erik that would have got him in the shoulder if he wasn’t so swift. He came at that bitch with two rounds to her chest. She fell back with a heavy thud.
NO!
Erik could see Aaron snarl like a pit bull. He let out an ugly cry and shot up to grab his gun. Erik peeped that he had it hiding beside his couch.
“You forget who you fucking wit, Aaron?”
Little Erik from way back when. Little Erik that thought he was too good to look out for his family back in Oakland. The family that took you in. Nigga, if I didn’t organize the kill some other niggas would have. Won’t be surprised if some of them driving by your gated community ready to set it off-
“It’s Killmonger.” Erik could feel his blood boiling.
Aaron laughs.
Who?
He hastily aims for Erik but he was fucking with Killmonger. A skilled assassin wanted in two countries.
Pow. Pow.
Aaron’s brains were on the floor…
“Erik?”
He could hear her voice bringing him out of his trance. Erik blinked and now he was back in bed, naked with Y/N. She was sitting up now, bare chest moving rapidly with every deep breath and tears in her eyes. Did Erik just tell her all of that? Flashes happened before his eyes and he could see himself in a cold motel bathroom pacing with rage. He could hear himself screaming at his reflection in the mirror before beating the side of his head. Erik saw his past self punch the mirror into tiny pieces. Erik saw his hand pick up a long shard of glass that fell in the dirty sink. His shirt coming up rest under his chin as tears pricked his eyes making it harder for him to see. That glass broke the surface on his rib cage and his hand shook. He could see himself placing a zig-zag scar into his skin. The glass shard cut into his palm. He was doing so well. Now, he had to leave Oakland behind again.
“Shit, baby,” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, cradling his head. His hot tears dropped to her breasts and down her belly. Startling her Erik pulls Y/N on his lap bringing his large arms around her. He wept and she did with him.
“I opened that wound back up, shit, this is my fault,” she felt stupid for asking him that now.
“No,” Erik looked up at her with his wet lashes, tear-stained cheeks, and red nose, “I needed that. I need to just,” he breathed in and out, “let the shit go. It was still haunting me.”
“I didn’t want it to get this heavy,” she wiped her face, “Just keep holding me so that I know you’re alright.”
Erik gripped her naked waist and rest his head between her breasts. Her smell, warmth, voice, the taste of her tears on his upper lip, she was…so…good. He groaned when he felt his dick plumping up between his legs.
“It’s okay,” She felt it too, “I got you, baby.”
Y/N cupped the back of his head gently, “here,” she brought his mouth to her left nipple, “it’s okay…”
Erik sucked on her nipples softly. His saliva mixed with his tears covered her perky breasts. She rubbed circles with her thumb into the skin on the back of his neck.
“Mm,” she moaned gingerly, “You want more?”
Her hand came down between them to rub along his dick. She picked his weight up and slapped her pussy with it. He could hear the gushy sounds. Erik popped his mouth off her nipple to look into her light brown eyes. She didn’t say a word as she gripped his shoulder with one hand, opened her legs, and picked up his dick with her other hand to sink down on him. His forehead fell forward with defeat. Y/N pulled Erik’s arms around her waist again and with slow smooth strokes, she fucked him.
“You need this, baby,” she kissed his eyebrow, “just feel me, okay?”
Her pussy slushed and oozed around him. Damn, she was giving him what he craved to fix the ache. Fucking the pain out of him like her pussy was made of angel dust. Erik rests his head on her shoulder and allowed his senses to kick in. He could smell her and feel her pulling on his dick. He could feel his balls tightening and his dick swelling. He was going to cum prematurely. Erik grabs Y/N’s waist, bouncing her on him. Her sweet moans and begs for him to fuck her good drove Erik insane. He laid his body flat, pulling her down with him. He raised his hips from the bed and pumped into her pussy. She could hear herself splashing on him.
“Yes, Erik, yes, take my pussy,” she placed soothing kisses on his neck, “Do it, baby, that’s it, make you feel all better, yeah?”
“YES.” He spoke with a grunt.
She bit into his shoulder.
“Baby, you’re making me cum. Faster, yes, don’t be shy, daddy, fuck me faster.”
She was his undoing. Erik grabs her ass to keep her still while he fucked her into a frenzy. She connected with his eyes and Erik didn’t blink away. Not even when he started to cum. A vein formed in the middle of his forehead from how hard he came inside of her. She bit down on her lip, squeezing him purposely to empty him fully.
“Oh, God, Erik.”
“I love you.” He whispered before his eyes closed.
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Do you think Erik likes being in front of the camera? Like if his woman was a photographer and asked him to do an x rated photo shoot just for their eyes only. I’m talking baby oil and everything, would he be a little nervous?
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A/N: First, l want to say that I absolutely LOVE this question. I know I’ve been sitting on it for a minute, but every time I read it I get so many ideas in my head of how this would go, and I love how unique this thought is. I also really wanted to incorporate the above twitter post into a story, so I figured this would be the perfect opportunity! I broke this up into two parts because I felt like it would flow better, so more is to come for this. As always, thank you for asking! I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of this!
Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.
This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.
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“I want you to come home.”
Erik lies face up on the arm of the couch, his long legs making his feet dangle over the edge on the other side, his huge body taking up all the space in the middle. He throws an arm over his forehead, blowing a raspberry and playing with the coiled extension cord that strung out from the base on the wall.
He was soo bored, waiting for her to get back to keep him company and make his night much more interesting.
“Baby, you know I’m working late tonight. I won’t be back for another few hours, I’ve got one more client left to shoot.” Y/N looks out the large glass window of her downtown studio, looking at the traffic pile up down below.
She hears him groan on the other side of the line, followed by the sound of shuffling.
Erik sits up, leaning over the back of the couch to look at the wall clock. 6:47. He kisses his teeth, pressing the phone back to his ear as he lays back down.
“Is this that same picky ass indie chick that cancelled on you twice already?” The bass in his voice comes out, and she can tell by the way his breathings changed that his nostrils are probably flared out in irritation and his grip on the phone is tighter.
It was 6:47 on a Friday night, and instead of being laid up on the couch with him, his baby was still at the studio waiting on some flake.
“You should’ve told her to find somebody else, my baby time far too valuable to be sitting around for some bummy ass knotted haired white chick to show up.”
“Relax, babe! Please? She called earlier and told me she’d be here at 7:15. I’m good babe, I promise.” Her voice is soft and soothing in his ear, and the veins in his forehead smooth down at her request.
Fine. He’d relax. But only because she’d told him to.
Rolling over to his side, he changes the subject, not wanting his own sour mood to influence hers before the shoot.
“You eat yet?”
“…No,” she admits, voice meek.
“I’ve been caught up in portfolios since three, but I’ll see if I can take a break around 8:30 and order in. Maybe that Indian place down the street?”
It was one of her favorites, and she’d discovered it one day when she was scoping the area for her studio a few years ago.
“You ain’t eat since WHEN? Uh uh. I’m coming down there Y/N. That lady got you and me fucked up.”
He shoots up from his spot on the couch, reaching over to grab his Nike Air Bakin’s he’d kicked off earlier.
“Erik-”
“Nah babe, that bird not coming, and my girl not going hungry a second longer. Call up that Indian place and order what you want. I’m on my way.”
She doesn’t even have a chance to dispute the plan before he air kisses her over the phone and hangs up, the hum of the dead line left ringing in her ear.
“Well, OK then,” she shrugs, and she holds down the switch, listening for the dial tone before typing in the number to Akbars Indian Restaurant.
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At 7:30, Erik rolls into the parking structure under the building, the warm to-go boxes of Indian food filling the car with their mouth watering aroma. He’d taken it upon himself to order a couple extra samosas and garlic naan, even though Y/N said she was swearing off carbs a couple days ago.
He knew she loved the baked goods, and even though she didn’t agree, he loved the way she looked when she carried some extra weight on her. All he wanted to do was keep her fat, happy, and laughing.
His perfect little plump princess.
He keys himself into the building, riding the freight elevator all the way up to the top floor. He lifts up the gate with one hand, stepping onto the dark marble floor of the wide open space and hearing the melody of soft jazz echoing around from the overhead speakers.
She often liked to work while playing music, stating that it helped to get her mind in the zone. He eases up on his heavy footsteps to quietly navigate his way through the hallways, the veins in his forehead making a comeback.
Even if that bird did end up showing up he didn’t care, she was just gonna have to wait in the lobby or some shit while he pulled Y/N aside for a lunch break. And if she had any problems about that she could speak directly to him. He had a few things of his own he wouldn’t mind getting off his chest.
He turns the corner into the main room, seeing a white backdrop and studio lighting on the far wall, the reception desk mirroring it on the other end of the room.
A few white leather couches decorated the space in the middle surrounding a dark oakwood coffee table, and off to the side laid an old quilted blanket with a couple floor pillows thrown on top, looking out of place.
He puts the food down on the coffee table and walks around, looking to see where Y/N is. Before he can exit out into one of the neighboring storage rooms, she appears from around the corner, carrying some silver utensils and napkins from the kitchen as well as a couple bottles of water.
Her face warms as she sees him, mouth spreading open to reveal that gorgeous million dollar smile of hers that Erik couldn’t get enough of.
“You’re here,” her voice is airy and light, and he walks to meet her halfway, enveloping her into his arms. She lets herself be engulfed, burying the side of her face into his chest.
They stay like that for a few minutes, no words being said as they hold each other, Erik making soft grunts of contentment as he presses kisses into the top of her head. He lets the smells of her blueberry scented hair products fill his nostrils, taking in a huge breath.
“I missed you.” He finally speaks, and she leans her head back, neck craned as she looks up at him, resting her chin on his stomach.
“I missed you too,” she smiles, and she links her arms together behind him, his head dipping down low to kiss her on the lips, groaning lowly at how soft and plush like they feel against his.
He closes his eyes, letting his mouth lazily rest on top of hers, too comfortable to move away.
“Where patchouli at?” He mumbles against her mouth, and she snorts a laugh.
“She not coming.” She sighs, and he sniffs, giving her an admonishing Uh huh, told yo ass.
“Whatever,” she grunts, peeking around him towards the coffee table, the smell of the Indian food sparking the interest of her nose and her stomach.
She tries to pull away to go check out the awaited meal, but he pulls her back, whining from the back of his throat.
“Mmm nooo, I’m not done yet.” He lays his head on top of hers and holds her in place, her weak little attempts at wiggling out of his grasp failing miserably.
“Mooveee,” she moans at him, fake crying. “I’m hungryy.”
He can hear the pout in her words, and he smacks his gums and lifts off of her, succumbing to his baby girl.
“Fine. But I’m laying on you while you eat.” He takes her hand and leads her over to the blanket and pillows on the floor, grabbing the bag of food on the way.
“Baby ass…” she comments under her breath, but his ears pick up it, and he drops her hand, swatting her on the butt.
“Yeah and you love it too, don’t even front.” He remarks confidently, and a bashful smile pokes at her cheeks that she fights from becoming full blown. She did love it.
They sit, working together to lay out the food, Y/N grabbing one of the brussels sprouts out of the container and popping it into her mouth, chewing hungrily as she finishes filling up her plate.
She sits cross legged, digging in as Erik settles himself with his head in her lap, the rest of his body sprawled out on the floor far out of the range of the blanket. He doesn’t care at all though, rubbing his large palms against her thighs and nudging his face under her shirt to kiss at her increasingly expanding stomach, happy to see all of the items on his list of three being fulfilled.
He munches on some of the food eventually too, mainly after she’d shoved one of the potato samosas into his mouth to stop his nipping at her tummy so she could finish in peace.
After scooping the last bits of saag paneer into her mouth, she packs up the leftovers, Erik taking it to go put it in the staff refrigerator. She folds up the floor blanket, dumping it and the pillows into one of the storage chests lined against the wall.
Before she even realizes he’s back in the room, Erik latches back onto her, wrapping his arms around the front of her waist and puling her back into him, humming into her neck and rubbing her full belly.
“You gon gimme a tour now?” He asks her, and she laughs at their little ongoing joke.
Y/N always changed around the decor and artwork of the studio, utilizing the projects of her latest clients and collaborations to give her fresh ideas and inspiration for upcoming shoots.
Every few weeks there was a new theme, and since Erik could only visit a couple times a month because of his own busy schedule, every time he came it was like a new experience for him.
Since it was February, her current theme was “Black Love,” her way of honoring both the cultural celebration for the month and the Valentine’s Day celebration that fell in the middle. There were portraits of several of her old clients hung around each studio room, like family portraits, engagement photo shoots, and maternity spreads.
Each studio had a different focus, too, so it was almost like walking through a museum the way that each room told it’s own story.
Since Erik had wedged himself back into his favorite spot - arms around her shoulders and nose buried in her hair - she had no choice but to waddle herself (and his) out into the hallway to begin the tour, starting with the first door on her left.
Opening the door, they step in, immediately hit with the scent of cinnamon and soft vanilla, and it feels like the aura of the room wrapped them in its arms for a warm, comforting embrace.
“I present to you: Studio One; Age Ain’t Nothin But a Number.” She smiles lightly to herself at the name she’d borrowed from Aaliyah’s infamous first album. She’d absolutely loved the artist since childhood, and wanted to pay homage to her legacy, honoring her the right way.
The color scheme was a shimmered gold and deep burgundy, the colors immediately, reminding Erik of his friends grandparents house he’d often visit after school back in Oakland. Their house smelled exactly the same, and he could even spot the cinnamon broom sticks in the corner, giving off the fragrant smell.
The couch was vintage but it wasn’t old, and the carpet under his feet had him flashing back to the countless nights he’d spent on one just like it playing hot wheels and street fighter Sega matches.
The whole room reminded him of his childhood, a feeling somewhere between nostalgia and longing striking him in the chest. It was solidified even further for him when he looked up at the wall and saw the portraits that were hung around.
Staggered along the wall were pictures of older black couples, some by themselves, and some of couples portraits.
The biggest picture hung in the middle, and it was of a young black couple, maybe early to mid thirties, the man a deep chocolate and the woman and ebony goddess.
It wasn’t until Erik took a closer look that he noticed the clothing they wore appeared to be from an older time. As he studied their facial features, he realized that all of the pictures in the room were of them, just at different ages.
“One of my first clients,” she speaks from under his chin. He’d walked them further into the room, stopping in front of the wide portrait to get a better look.
“They came in for a shoot to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary and they told me their story. How they met, their first kiss, their first ‘I love you’s’. Four kids and eight grandkids later, and this is the legacy they’ll be leaving behind.” She smiles warmly as her eyes roam around the walls, taking in the history of their love.
“I asked if I could feature them in this months theme and in return restore their old photos for them, and they happily agreed. They even lent some photos of their own parent’s for me to use.”
She points over to the corner of the room, Erik shuffling the both of them over to look at the aged photos from another time.
The both of them observe silently for a few moments, finally separating from each other to explore on their own. Since Y/N had already seen the collection, she hung by the door, watching as Erik walked around the room like he was visiting and exhibit.
“I wanted this room to represent love in it’s truest form, and how it can survive through the years if you’re willing to put in the work. It’s never too late to find love, or do everything you can to keep it alive.”
The entire display was absolutely beautiful, and after Erik was done soaking in everything, he felt as if he’d experienced this couples love story, right along side them.
“What are their names?” He asks her, making his way back to her to assume his original position.
“Judy and Maurice Jackson.” She answers, and it’s almost as if by saying their names it breathes life into the room.
“This is amazing, baby. You’re so incredibly talented,” he praises her, and he brings her hand up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles, making her cheeks warm shyly.
“Thank you Erik,” she whispers back, and she kisses him on the cheek before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind them.
For the next hour, that’s how they spend their time; moving from studio to studio as Y/N explains the story behind each idea.
The themes explored parental love, familial love, friendship, and cultural identity, the last one detailing just a few examples of how diverse and expansive black culture is in the United States.
Each studio had it’s own name as well, titled in order: ‘Me and Your Mama’, ‘We Are Family’, ‘Way Back’, and ‘Say It Loud’.
The last studio was a private one that Y/N had been working on for the last couple months to get it prepared for a new service she was offering in the spring.
The service would only be available to select clients, but she’d been dying to give it a test run.
Luckily, her favorite client had decided to drop by today of all days, giving her the perfect opportunity to try it out.
Approaching the closed door, she slides herself out from under Erik, instructing him to stay put while she goes inside to get the room ready.
Thinking it’s an interactive theme, he stays put, his only complaint being for her to hurry up because it was cold without her.
A few minutes pass with Erik out in the hallway by himself, and when she finally opens up the door, her small body is looking up at his, her favorite DSLR camera around her neck with a 28mm lens attached to it.
Before he has a chance to voice his confusion she pulls him into the room, shutting the door behind her.
This studio is significantly bigger than the other ones, large enough to fit an entire California King size bed and two sofas, one a suede midnight black and the other a leather blood red. Fur pelts decorate the ends of the couches, and a gigantic faux white fur rug sits in the middle of the floor.
A couple lighting setups are sitting in the corner of the room, along with a few shaded lamp covers, one in purple, one in red, and the other in white.
Over the bed hangs a low hanging chandelier with both red and purple bulbs alternating around it.
Erik hadn’t said a word since he’d stepping into the space, just the sound of his footsteps as he walks around the room, observing everything.
His curiosity leads him over to a table on the far side of the room, and he picks up one of the many bottles of baby oil sitting on top of it.
He turns around, and his face says it all.
“Y/N….” She can hear the unnervingly calm tone in his voice, meaning that she had about 5 seconds to start explaining before he put a hit out on all her male coworkers.
“Okay BEFORE you start freaking out, just wait a minute and listen.”
His nostrils flare out a little bit and he works his jaw, putting the bottle down and crossing his arms.
“You got one minute.”
She launches into her rehearsed pitch, already having practiced it in her head ten times before she even opened the door to let him in.
“Spring is coming up, and I want to offer a new service to returning customers who’d expressed their interest in the past when I brought it up. I’ve done their maternity shoots, their engagement portraits, their anniversary photos, and now I want to try my hand at…boudoir photography.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but she cuts him off, still having 30 seconds on the clock.
“It’ll only have a trial run of two months and I already have five clients booked. It won’t become a permanent service yet until I can get feedback from them, but… I need someone to test it out on first before I can start.”
His eyes grow wide at that, his eyebrows almost up to his hairline. He’d met a few of her loyal clients, and while he tried to keep it under control, he couldn’t help but be a little bit cautious when it came to some of them.
She was adored and loved by all of them, and on more than one occasion he felt like a few of the women had tried shooting their shot at her, right in front of him.
When he’d brought it up she’d laughed it off, telling him he was just being paranoid because she was bisexual, but he knew what was up.
No way anyone could just take one look at Y/N and not be immediately drawn to her; she had that effect on people. He had to protect what they had, and he wasn’t about to just watch it slip through his fingers.
“Nah babe, Ion like it. You already got way too many people up in here tryna get atchu, they don’t need an entire room dedicated to giving them an opportunity. Get one of your interns to do it.” The plain look on his face combined with his still crossed arms indicated that the conversation was over, and there would be no further discussion on the topic.
He must’ve forgot who he was fucking with.
She narrows her eyes, taking a step towards him.
“First of all, I wasn’t asking for your permission, I was telling you about my next business venture. I’m a grown ass woman and this is my business. You have no say here, Erik.”
His eyebrows were raised again, but for a different reason this time. It wasn’t often that he and his girl got into arguments, but when they did he always got just a little bit aroused at the fire in her eyes when she started going off.
She continued.
“Second of all, my interns aren’t paid to soothe your bruised ego, they’re paid to assist me when need and to gain valuable experience in their field. So try again.” She’d gotten increasingly closer with each word, and before either of them realize it she’s back in front of him again, her presence dominating.
He gives her a once over before laughing humorlessly, looking away for a moment before speaking again.
“So, what? I’m not even allowed to have an opinion on this?” His brows are furrowed together, eyes concentrated on her face.
Her own facial features soften, and she reaches out with one hand, holding his face in her palm and stroking her thumb over his cheek.
“Aww babe, of course you’re allowed to have an opinion.” A small smile appears on her lips, and she finishes her statement. “Just make sure you have it quietly.”
She drops her hand and turns and walks away to finish setting up one of the light fixtures in front of the bed.
He stares at the back of her head as she goes, burning holes into it with his blazing thoughts.
She was completely right. He had no place trying to take control over her ideas regarding her studio, especially after just seeing how amazing the outcome could be when she had creative license.
Even so, he couldn’t help but to be pissed with the way his princess was speaking to him. He’d have to remind her before they left tonight about keeping that mouth of hers in check when she was popping off at him like that. He figured a few backshot sessions over the front desk would be a good memory refresher for her.
Reaching down to adjust himself through his pants, he grunts in acceptance, following her over to where she was.
“Well, do I at least get to have a loud opinion on who it is you’re gonna be testing this out with?” He pouts.
She clicks the soft white shade into place on the camera, then walks over to the light switch to turn off the main fluorescent lights and tun on the red ones, their subtle glow primarily on and around the bed.
“I hope so baby. Because you’re the one whose gonna be testing out for me.”
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Warnings: Fluff, Humor, SoftBoi! Erik
tell me why i just started writing a fic like this but erik was the photographer! anyways imma need a part two of how the shoot wennnnt😂