Eleni

Like seriously what is her @??? I need more

Reblogging FOREVER!

Anotha One…

yall not making enough noise for frokari making his comeback idk…

Yeah, he looks yummy.

😍😋

Fuckkkk he looks good!

I just wanna grease his scalp! 🥰

JAMIE FOXX as SLICK CHARLES in THEY CLONED TYRONE (2023) dir. Juel Taylor

This cast was stellar!

Like Kendrick said, he’s really like that! Kendrick is authentic. Drake is a culture vulture.

🦋🦋🦋🦋 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Sleepy Michael is 😍😍😍😍😍😍

wanna ride someone slowly until they get impatient and start thrusting up into me holding my waist so i cant get away <333

Neighbors 🩵 Lovers

Part Three

“Erik! Don’t do it!”

Awww. Him scared!!! You betta claim your woman. This was so sweet. I am loving watching them fall in love. But that beginning though? @nahimjustfeelingit-writes you got some explaining to do.

😂😂 even a science test proved how fine this man is!

It said that Page has more perfect lips than MBJ. I call BS.

I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:

—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.

—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.

—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money

—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them

—you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa

—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them

—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in

Also drink water and eat a plant

This is all GREAT. I turned 40 last week, so permit me to add what I learned in my 30s:

I turn 50 this year. what I have learned in my 40s:

Just turned 60 and let me say:

This is too tempting…, so, I’m 74, and: don’t fund startups

Please keep stretching and exercise enough NOT to need an elaborate strategy to get up from the floor. IT MAY SAVE YOUR LIFE

Say bye to your employer as early as you possibly can, unless you really love your job. You won’t be sorry.

Keep doing the annual checkups 🙏🏼

Enjoy that fucking hobby you’ve acquired in your 50, or find something new. Do try new things & adventures.

This is amazing!!! Getting older is a gift and I will not be afraid of it.

Happy six years for Black Panther!

This movie really brought us together and I’m so happy to be a part of it 💕 will always be a Killmonger girl!

Happy Anniversary Babes. This fandom has changed a lot but we are still goin!!!! Love y’all

YOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🥺🥹 they setting it in New Orleans bruh—

Let’s go!!!!!!!

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Synopsis: Erik gets into a lot of fights because of you. Maybe you aren't what he needs anymore.

Word Count: 2,233

Warnings: mild angst, cursing, mild smut

Getting ready with Erik was always, ALWAYS, a hassle, the two of you could never keep your hands off each other. And tonight was no different. You watched intently in the mirror as Erik showered in the clear glass shower. He looked spectacular as the waterfall showerhead cascaded him with water.

You were supposed to be doing your makeup, but how could you with a sight behind you like that? You took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand, this was exactly why you two had to take separate showers, the temptation was real, it always had been. But you both promised your friends that you would be on time tonight, especially to help them set up. The two of you were leaving to visit Wakanda for two months this time and your friends always missed you while you were gone. 

“Babe!” Erik shouted as he stepped up behind you, his wet muscles on display and his dark blue towel hung loosely around his hips. You clenched your fist tightly in order to keep your hands to yourself. 

“Yeah?” You leaned back to look at him. He smirked down at you then kneeled down in front of you a gently wet hand caressing your face.

“You ain’t even got no foundation on. You've been staring at my dick this whole time from the mirror?” Your eyes widened in surprise, a heat crept over your cheeks. You kissed your teeth and pushed Erik away from you. Erik fell back laughing, his deep boyish laughter, filled you with rage. You smirked at him as you stood up to take off your robe, showing off the new lingerie you’d bought to tease him with. His jaw dropped as he watched you step around him and walk into the walk-in closet that held your outfit for the night.

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you slip the red dress over your hips. He stood up quickly and approached you in the closet.

“Where are you going with that on?” His hands grazed your hips, his fingers playing in the lace.

“To the party, duh.” Erik planted two soft kisses on your neck. His fingers started gripping your hips tightly. Your ass coming into contact with his hard-on.

“You wearing that, you must be planning on letting me hit it in Cam’s backroom?” 

Your heart rate increased at the idea of fucking him in public. Again. You pushed your ass back on him, sighing when you heard a deep groan leave his mouth. His fingers crept around to the front of your dress and snuck their way into your panties, pressing a delicious pressure into your clit.

You nodded, not completely aware of what you were agreeing to, your only thoughts were prayers that he wouldn’t stop. And he didn’t, his fingers dove deep into your wetness and quickly brought you to a leg-shaking climax, your new panties effectively ruined. You rested your hand on the railing in front of you. Trying to catch your breath as you watched Erik put his fingers into his mouth to taste your essence.

“You are not leaving the house in that short ass dress with this sexy ass lingerie on under it, choose one.” He softly kissed your neck again and left your closet to go change in his. 

*************

The party was going well until this guy approached you, aggressively. You tried to dissuade him repeatedly. You knew Erik would be pissed if he saw how aggressively this guy was handling you. Things could escalate quickly.

“No Tish don’t go get them we got this. Sir please leave me alone, I'm not interested.” You tried to remove your wrist from his tight hold, which was growing more painful by the second. 

“Come on sweets, you know I can take good care of you.” You tried to wrestle your arm free some more. You knew it was only a matter of time before Erik showed up on his own or Tish went to get him. 

“You’re hurting me.” You cried out. You stomped on his foot roughly only to be manhandled harder. Tish tried to step in only to be shoved aside. You knew this wasn’t going to end well. You really didn’t want Erik to have another body to add to his scars. You wanted him to get out of that lifestyle. But every five seconds it seemed like you were just pulling him right back in. 

You finally felt the guy let go of you and you looked up to see Erik’s hard eyes find you. He quickly checked you for injuries only to see you cradling your wrist delicately. 

You calmly watched Erik as he got into another fight. You knew his reputation preceded him because in the back corner of one of his homeboy’s house parties, no one paid him any mind as Kill knocked this guy out for putting his hands on you.

You were used to it by now, the annoyance blatant on your face as he continued to beat the guys face in. You looked around looking at the sparse crowd that paid Kill no attention. Most people knew that you were Kill’s fiancé, but you were fine enough that the ones that didn’t would always approach you trying to hit on you. Most stepped back once you told them you were engaged, but the few that didn’t made things more difficult for themselves. 

You understood why he was fighting right now, the guy had put his hands on you trying to get you to go home with him. 

But Erik’s anger began to scare you, it became too much sometimes. Erik told you before once he got started it was hard for him to stop. Especially when it has something to do with you. 

Erik loved you, it surprised you how much this man felt for you. Some days you couldn’t believe how much of a different person he was with you. But as much as he loved you. You loved him.

“Erik.” He stopped as soon as he heard your voice glancing back at you in the corner of the house party you two went to. “That’s enough Kill.” Erik looked back at the guy that he was holding up by his shirt, then back at you. He whispered a threat to the man, who now was sporting a swollen eye, then made his way to you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and pulled you on to the dance floor. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. 

You sighed as you rubbed your ass on to his growing hard-on. He rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. You danced with him for a bit before pulling away asking him to come with you to the car. 

He held your hand, dapped up his friends with the other as you led the way out of the party. You lean against his brand new sports car and watch him as he lights a blunt. He offers it to you before he takes his first hit, shrugging when you decline his offer.

“This is getting to be too much Kill.” You state looking away from him and up at the starry sky. 

“What is?” He asks quietly looking at you, you make eye contact with him briefly then look down the car packed street and the full house party that you just came from. He stared at you from under his long eyelashes as he flicked the ashes off his blunt.

“This.” You pointed between the two of you. “Us.” Erik straightened up quickly, a growing sense of dread rising in his belly. He loved you so much, but sometimes you feel like a dream to him. Too good to be true. He knew after the first time you saw him fight, and you stuck around, you’d be the one he would marry. And when he told you about his plans for Wakanda, and you didn’t flinch but helped him perfect his ideas, you would be the one to carry his child. But even after all of that certainty, there was a small part of him that knew you were too good for him.

“You leaving me?” Erik stepped up to you. His height towering over you, his intention to intimidate you. But he forgot that you knew, you knew how much he loved you, that he would never do anything to intentionally harm the only light that’s been in his life for years other than school. 

So you shrugged in response to his words and his proximity. Your chest hurt doing this. But you knew this was coming, Kill was making more and more appearances and you were starting to believe that you were the cause of that. And it pains you to believe that he would go downhill into that dark place again, because of you. He told you about his past, who he ‘used’ to be before he met you. Before you helped him reconcile with his family, and help displaced people of African descent around the world.

Erik chuckled as he looked down at you, the love of his life, then away down the same empty street you were watching. You scared Erik, the very thought of you alone scared him. How in the world did you wrap him around your finger? The love he had for you was nerve-wracking, and the idea of you leaving was devastating. But he knew when you were this calm about something like this that he couldn’t react with all of his emotions. So he remained calm, he watched you quietly and took note of every reaction you had towards him.

“Why,” He asked softly, though he wanted to scream it.

“Cause, I don’t think I’m good for you. I can see how having me around tempts you to be more violent. I’m sending you backward, not helping you move forward like your cousins. I feel like being with me reminds you of a darker time. A time that you’ve grown past. You're a prince now baby, and I’m not helping you wear your crown well.” An incredulous look crossed his face.

“Baby what are you talking about! You are my crown. None of this means shit if I don’t have you.”

“I can’t be your crown when I cause you to react like this. Imagine if someone caught wind that the long lost Prince of Wakanda was with some hood rat like me. Someone who constantly jeopardized the safety of royalty.” Your voice lost its edge, you lost your fight. The more you spoke the more you realized you were right.

“I refuse to lose you because of some of the illogical fallacies you have created in your head. You mean too much to me for me to allow anyone and I mean anyone to put their hands on you, and you know that’s not going to change. Maybe what we need to do is move.” Erik said a tone of hope returning to his voice. He quickly stepped up to you and grabbed your hand, his finger gliding over your engagement ring. You’d agreed to marry him, that meant you loved him right? He’d had this thought running through his mind constantly ever since he proposed to you, and you agreed before he was acknowledged as a prince.

“Move?” You jerk your head back in confusion. You didn’t want to lose Erik, and if he had a compromise that took the two of you out of these dangerous situations then you were all ears.

Erik pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you tightly, his fingers grasped your chin and angled it up towards his face.

“I have been thinking about it. T’Challa offered me the job to stay here and work at the outreach center. But like you said I can see how this place has affected us, just like it did my father. I don’t want you to lose me like I did him. So let’s move, let’s go back to where we were supposed to be. T’Challa offered me the job here because he thought I wanted to stay, but he says Wakandans have a great need for a historian that can inform them of the lessons, the pain, and the history that they missed out on while being hidden away from the rest of the world. Not to mention Shuri demanded I bring my engineering skills back to her lab immediately.” Erik chuckled and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You want to move to Wakanda?” You asked softly, your lips still tingling from his sweet kiss.

“With you. Yeah.” Erik mimicked your shrug from earlier, a soft smile fell on his face as he admired your beauty. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” He kissed you again, a slight pressure and sense of urgency fell behind this kiss. You smiled into the kiss as you felt Erik’s hand graze your ass, a tell-tell sign that you’d be getting some that night.

You couldn't say what your future looked like, but at that moment you knew with complete certainty that Erik was at the center of it. You looked into his eyes and smiled, your love for him clear in your expression.

“I’m ready.”

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@aislinnsilver @wawakanda-btch @chaneajoyyy @marvelmaree

It was supposed to be a nice, fun night for us and friends😵‍💫🥴. That man should've left me alone. But also the fights gotta stop cause he's passed being part of that life and has a relationship with his family in Wakanda and running the outreach center. However, a change of scenery and more connection will be a good thing! This was amazing!!🙌🏾👏🏾👍🏾🤌🏾💓.

Neighbors 🩵 Lovers

Part Two

Run it up babes! 😘

Cheers!!!! Cuz the way you got me sweatin over here. You did that. I cannot wait for Fae and Erik to make Cordell suffer.

Neighbors 🩵 Lovers

What if Erik was your sneaky link and your neighbor?

Yes Erik. Rat his a$$ out. Go get cho woman. Lmao. @nahimjustfeelingit-writes you got another hit, and I can't wait to read what comes next

Fuck Your New Nigga | Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Summary: Erik finds out you got a new nigga

Word count: 2.6K

A/n: This fic is inspired by this: https://shewrites02.tumblr.com/post/184315342705/thickoreo-imagine-getting-a-new-nigga-and-erik post by https://thickoreo.tumblr.com/ . I know I’m not one of the writers tagged but I was so hyped about this prompt. The story is kinda proof read but I also wrote it at 3 am, so forgive my oppses. I hope yall enjoy it :)

“Watchu gon tell erik?” Your best friend, Desiree, asked unboxing yet another stack of old pictures of you and erik packed before yall broke up.

You scoffed at her notion. That bastard disappeared for three months, then wants to pick up where y'all left off  upon his arrival. and now you owe him some type of explanation. No ma'am. That was not going to be how this relationship worked. You are a queen and anyone who treats you any less than such doesn’t deserve to be in your presence. That was that. So as for what you were going to tell Erik… not a goddamn thing.

“Fuck that nigga.” You mumbled tossing the picture of y’all on the Superman ride at six flags onto the stack of trash that had compiled in the middle of the floor.

Desiree laughed. She was a little erie of your new found disdain for Erik. Especially when she was the one wiping your tears and consoling your broken heart just a month ago.

The faint noise of your phone going off in the kitchen drew your attention. You scurried over jumping over bubble wrap, picture frames, and whatever else currently covered your floor. Just when the last ring was about to end you were able to save the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, How’s the moving going?” The sweet and sincere voice of your new boo Chris sang through the other line. A part of your heart melted knowing he had remembered, another part burned knowing if it had been Erik he’d have done everything in his power to be here helping you.

“It’s good. Me and Desiree are almost finished.”

“I’m so sorry I had to work, I wish I could be there helping you.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You lied.

Erik had once faked having appendicitis in order to stay home to help you study for your Bar exam. So Chris not being able to call in one day was truly something you couldn’t wrap your head around. But you still allowed it to slide. What you had with Chris was fresh, and casual. You couldn’t ruin it by letting all your crazy show at once.

“How bout this… Dinner on me tonight? I’ll pick up a pizza and help you set up your tv?”

You agreed, thanking him for such a thoughtful gesture. After getting off the phone you walked back into the living room with Desiree. She held a picture of you and Erik from the day you graduated law school. He had gotten you this huge bouquet of roses, along with all these festive balloons and a giant stuffed lion, your school’s mascot. It was corny and all your classmates thought it was obnoxious, but it was Erik telling you he was proud of you.

“Shall I throw this one away too?” She inquired.

She saw the stress on your face. The being torn between hating this nigga’s guts but missing him more each day. You had finally gotten to the point were you didn’t cry at the sound of his name, and you thought you were ready to dispose of any memory of him. That you were completely over him. But not being able to part with the photos and the constant comparison of chris to him might be proof that maybe you aren’t.

You let out a disgruntled huff, flopping down onto you very sketchily set up couch. The whole thing shaking from your weight.

“Just leave that shit in the box! I’m not trying to deal with it right now.”

Desiree hummed some high pitched tone.

“Okay” she mumbled.  Poking her lips out as she dropped the picture back into the box. “And what exactly are we telling your new nigga when he sees three boxes worth of you and stevens uh?”

“We aren’t telling him anything. You are going home, and I’m hiding them.”

She put her hands up in surrender another skeptical look painted of her face. She gave me a tight hug, reminding me that she is there if I needed her, and exited the apartment.

I turned looking at the mess that engulfed my hardwood floor. Most of it was bubble wrap and broken down cardboard boxes. Disposing of that would be easy. It was the three large boxes of Erik paraphernalia that you didn’t know what your were going to do with. You scanned the apartment for a hiding place, cursing the open floor plan you basically begged your realtor for.

You opted to put them in your bedroom closet, cause who in their right mind would be looking there? One by One you plopped the boxes down in the back of your closet shutting the door to lock away the secrets.

Three soft knocks on your door drew your attention. Chris had made it.  You made your way over and answered the door pulling Chris into a soft hug then inviting him inside. the two of you went straight to the kitchen to dig in on this large pizza.

“Dominos and coconut ciroc.” Chris smiled wide holding up the bottle of liquor. “ A house warming gift.”

You offered him a soft smile.  Erik had always known that Pizza Hut’s thin crust was your favorite pizza and that peach ciroc was the superior ciroc. But you tried hard not to fault chris for not knowing this about you.

You grabbed paper plates and cups for the two of you, since your dish sets had yet to be unpacked. Yall sat at the dining room table after deciding the couch could not yet be trusted, and engaged in light conversation. You spoke about how the move was, and how desiree almost dropped every lamp you owned from three flights of stairs. He spoke about work and how his white counterparts had asked him how to get waves despite the fact his hair was curly and messy. I directed him to speak with HR.  But for the most part we were enjoying ourselves.

“Smile.” Chris requested centering his phone with your face. You obliged with his command making sure that your slice of pizza made it into the picture. A wide smile broke on Chris face as he went about posting it to snapchat.

Once we finished off the pizza we moved into the living room where Chris followed through on his promise to setup my t.v. He had finally gotten it mounted to the wall and now we sat on the floor trying to figure out the cable box.

“Try the red one.” You suggested. No where being qualified enough to do so. You had no idea what any of these wires meant, you just were trying to be involved.

Chris sighed at yet another failed attempt and went searching google for some type of step by step instructions. You bit down on the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hide your disappointment. Erik would be able to hook it up, Hell with his M.I.T degree he could probably program your t.v to do whatever you desired.

“I’m sorry babe. I have no clue what the fuck I’m doing.” You chuckled some.

“It’s fi-”

You were interrupted by the sound of someone’s fist slamming against your front door. If you hadn’t known any better you’d assume that it was the police. You and chris exchanged glances a little stunned by the suddenness.

“I swear to fucking god, Y/N, if you don’t open this door!”

You had known that voice, missed that voice, yearned to hear that voice…. but not like this. You sprung up from the floor marching to the door unlocking it and before you got the opportunity to open it,  Erik shoved the door causing it to fling open.

“You break up with me and start fucking with a new nigga a month later. What you had his ass lined up while I was gone?” He hissed at you.

He stalked over to you till he was inches away from your face, his body towering of yours. But if he thought he could walk in here an indimitae you… in your own home he had another thing coming.

“What I do with my pussy isn’t your concern! You wasn’t worried bout me when you left for three months, keep that same fucking energy.” You spat back at him.

Now pushing him away from you, he grabbed your wrists before you could fully withdraw your hands back.

“I love you Y/N, but on my daddy grave… don’t ever put your fucking hands on me again.” He growled. His voice was deep and husky, the same way it was in the bedroom when he was rearranging your guts. and just how it made you weak then it made you weak now.

“I guess what we had didn’t mean shit to you.” He continued. His warm breath grazing your cheek.

“Yeah, Erik I could say the same for you.”

“Say Bruh, don’t be putting your hands on her!” Chris now interjected snatching your arm away from Erik. Part of you wanted to save Chris, tell him that despite it being really sweet, fighting with Erik was smoke he didn’t want. But part of you also didn’t want to bruise his ego.

“I will fuck this nigga up, on everything I love.” Erik mumbled his eyes never leaving yours.

You rested your hand on top of chris’ arm. a silent way of telling him that although the argument maybe heated you were safe when it came to erik. A sign telling him to back down, a sign he ignored.

“Nah shawty lets see what you bout!” Chris’ ATL accent drenched every word he spoke. His accent that had always been heard when he spoke but never to this capacity.

You could see Erik’s fist balled and the palm of his hands were white from clenching so hard. The few traces of Erik leaving his eyes as his Killmonger gaze began to come over them. I Knew then that if I allowed them to fight, Erik wouldn’t stop till Chris was dead.

“Chris leave, we got shit to hash out. I’m fine. really I promise.”

Chris scoffed at you. Obviously pissed off that you would choose Erik over him, but he did not protest. He grabbed his coat from the kitchen, and stopped in front of you,almost standing between you and Erik but not quite.

“Call if you need me. Forreal.” He bent down placing a gentle but passionate kiss on your lips, before exiting.

You knew he had only done it to spite Erik and a large part of you was happy he did. You wanted to hurt Erik in the same way he had hurt you. And the way his eye twitched at the sight of you kissing another man let it known, it had gotten to him.

“Oh Yall boo’d up on snap now? Must be real fucking nice uh?! ”

“So you keeping tabs on me! If only you cared this much when you vanished for three months!” You had stormed off into the kitchen him following closely behind you.

“I mean someone said my girl was hoeing I had to come see it for myself.”

You stopped looking at Erik with nothing but disgust and pure disbelief. ‘hoeing’! this coming from the man who had a body count well into the 40s when yall had first meet, and all you did was move on from this dead relationship.

You snatched the bottle of ciroc off the kitchen counter and chunked it as hard as you could toward him. Erik ducked the bottle smashing against the wall and shattering into a million pieces before the liquor puddled at his feet.

“Don’t ever in your fucking life call me out my name.”

Erik’s lips pursed into a small smirk. Not the playful kind he had before he would pick you up and carry you to the bed. Nah this one was darker, more devious.

“You was fucking him when I was gone?”

You contemplated lying, saying the answer that you knew would piss him off. You wanted now more than ever to be able to tell him that you didn’t shed any tears over him. That you got on your city girls shit and T’d the fuck up. But you couldn’t.

“Does it fucking matter?! YOU left me, YOU abandoned me. You don’t get to be the fucking victim Thats me!”

Erik slammed his fist against the granite top of the island letting out a labored growl.

“IT’S NOT THE FUCKING SIMPLE!” He shouted.

“THEN FUCKING EXPLAIN IT TO ME!” You yelled in Return. Lakes pooled at the brim of your eyes and you struggle to choke out your words. “You up and left for three months and said nothing Erik. Not even bye or a phone call or text letting me know you were alive. Then you came back and all was supposed to be forgiven, I was supposed to take you back?… You wouldn’t even tell me where you went!”

You could no longer suppress your tears, they freely streamed your face. Erik turned away from you, as if the sight of seeing you cry had been just too much to bear. Or maybe it was the fact that he was the cause of my tears.

“Wakanda” He sighed returning his eyes to mine. “That’s where I went. And I- I don’t want to talk about it. but you’re right, you deserve to know where I was.”

You had some knowledge of Wakanda, and the situation with Erik’s dad. You knew how broken the death of his dad left him. He was forever stuck in that moment, forever that sad little boy who was never allowed to grieve because in Oakland… people die everyday. It was what made him act so spiteful and ruthless when he got angry, the feeling that the world owes him something after taking everything away from him. The cause of his immature communication skills that caused explosive fights like this one.

“You could have spoke to me about it Erik… I would have been there for you. I could’ve went with you.”

He shook his head no. His eyes glossy from the tears swelling in them.

“Nah you wouldn’t, cause I was acting hella outta pocket.”  A single tear fell. He used the back of his hand to wipe it away before looking back at you.

“You didn’t need to be apart of that. I just- I thought the one thing I could count on was you being there when I got home. And when you wasn’t, when you looked me in my eyes and told me to go 'fuck myself’… I thought there go another fucking person abandoning me. ” You opened your mouth to speak but erik cut you off. “And that ain’t on you. I should’ve no better than to leave and not say nothing, but I needed to do this alone.”

You didn’t have much more to say. You waltz over to Erik grabbing onto his shirt and pulled him into you until his lips were on yours. You had missed everything about Erik, but you probably missed his lips the most. You pulled away and saw the boyish grin on his tear stained face.

“I’m sorry I called you a hoe, I ain’t mean that shit.” He dragged his hand down his face, erasing any trace of his fallen tears. Allowing him to resume being the cool calm Erik Stevens the world saw.

“And I’m sorry you had to put up with that lame nigga for a month!” He now joked.

You smacked his chest, telling him that Chris had been a great rebound. You even tried to rub in the fact that he was helping you set up the t.v. Erik looked back into the living room then bursted out in laughter.

“That shit ain’t set up!” He walked over and fiddled with the wires. Within 5 minutes Erik had ESPN playing.

He flopped down on the couch causing it to make a loud creaking noise before it wobbled all the way to the floor. You couldn’t help but to laugh.

“That nigga also help you 'set up’ this couch.”

!!!

yeh.

Lollipops n Basketball Part 2

Some people wanted a second part to the one shot. And it was one of my favorites so I figured why not.

Here’s Part One.

Warnings: There’s some smut and obviously cursing.

If someone didn’t do something soon, you were going to explode. The sun beaming down on your back did nothing to help you calm your self. Your shorts rode further and further up your thighs. Erik didn’t seem to mind as his eyes often glanced at them. But you were just too hot. The further you walked away from the park the sweatier your palms became and the heavier Erik’s arm around your shoulders got. The lollipop had long been sucked away leaving a sweet aftertaste in your mouth.

The two of you had been friends that very quickly developed feelings for each other. The mutual attraction between you guys only ignited the unusual trajectory of your relationship. Though you denied it and rarely mentioned it to anyone else, Erik constantly reminded you that if you stopped playing he’d wife you up. “Even though he’d never fucked or tasted your fat ass pussy”, his words not yours.

Erik stopped to dap up some of his friends and you noticed his arm tighten its possessive hold on you.

As you watch the exchange between friends, a heat comes over you as feel the friends’ eyes run along your body more than a few times. You bite your lip and turn away. You hands itch to pull your shorts down.

“Dats you?” The friend tries less than his hardest to whisper to Erik. “She a littler thicker than the others. Still fine though. Shiiit… I’d hit.” The friend’s eyes roam your body again. Your shorts suddenly feel too short. The heat courses harshly through you, embarrassment creeping up as you ready yourself for rejection. You and Erik have never shared more than a few kisses and he was known for a lot of different things on the block. And claiming a ‘female’ wasn’t one of them. Even if you were his “future wife.”

Erik must of felt you tense next to him. His thick furrowed eyebrows and intense glance at you made you no less nervous. Erik chuckled and eyed his friend.

“Yeah. She is.” The ability to hide the immense confusion in your face was commendable. Erik bent down and placed a wet kiss on your cheek. You grimaced and pulled away wiping it off.

Erik’s smile grew broader. He dapped up his friends and muttered under his breath towards him.

“If I catch you checkin for my girl again… we gonna have some issues.” Erik smiled, the gold in his mouth gave him a sinister look, and clapped his friend roughly on the back. Erik lead you further down the street and up to his front door. Erik bent down, his lips at your ear.

“Wipe off my kiss again and see what happens.” His deep voice hit your ear before his lips left a wet kiss on your cheek again.

You looked up at him and wiped your cheek again.

“Two threats in three minutes.” You smirked up at him. “Scary.” Erik’s jaw twitched. Then his hand reached forward to open his front door.

“Bet.”

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Loud cries escaped your lips. Your hand barely containing the whimpers that left your lips. With your other hand wrapped behind your back and your chest pressed deeper and deeper into the soft mattress you were only on your first orgasm.

“Fuuuck baby. This pussy sweet.” Erik’s mouth covered your entire pussy from the back. His unoccupied hand gripped your hip tightly holding you in place. His lips mumbling against you about how much he loved a runner.

The heat swelled in your belly as you released your first orgasmic wave. Erik’s tongue lapped up any and everything you gave him.

“Eriiik.” You moaned pulling away harder than before. “Shit.” You were ready to collapse when you felt Erik position himself behind you. You weren’t sure even with how wet you were if you would be able to take him.

Erik must have felt your fear because he flipped you gently onto your back.

“Just this once.” He eyed you and aligned himself, the head pressed in slightly. You whined and arched into him. The further he slid in the more lost in you became in your own utopia. Erik’s lips found your neck and after he marked up one spot he groaned about how tight your were.

“Shiiiiit.” You grinded against him. You felt full. Fuller than any other time before. Your heart clutched when he bent down to press his lips against yours. His hips snapped into your repeatedly. Erik’s lips successfully muffled moans, your bottom lip was bitten softly. The sensual manner of the kiss made you dive closer and closer to your next orgasm. And the thought of Erik being so gentle with you threw you for a loop. All the rumors you heard about him suggested that he merely fucked girls solely for his pleasure, which was okay with you because you usually did the same.

“You can’t be fucking me like this.” You attempted to push him off of you. He digs into you deep, preventing you from pulling away.

“Why not? You feel good as fucck.” You feel your core tighten around him. “Shit. Don’t do that.” You felt Erik shiver above you.

“I can’t help it.” You whined, your body writhed underneath him. Your hardened nipples arched against his raised scars in a way that only brought you more pleasure.

“Fuuuck I’m finna buss. I can’t go out like this.” Erik pulled out and flipped you over, making sure that you resumed your previous position. The thick head of his dick slid into you much more easily now, the stretch was delicious and caused you to let out a loud content sigh.

“Oh shit. My dick got you feeling like that?” Erik said from above you, his hips snapped into you repeatedly. His hand gripping and slapping your ass. His hands occasionally kneading the ample fat there. Every touch from him lit you on fire. Your moans quickly became screams. Erik’s hand reached around your belly softly grasping and massaging the extra fat there. A sound of embarrassment squeaked our last your lips.

Erik bent down to place soft kisses at your shoulder quickly calming you while still sending deep thrusts into your wet core. You could feel how wet you were, it was beginning to coat your thighs at this point. Erik’s fingers continued to massage slowly journeying to your clit and took up new residence there.

“Damn you don’t know how much I love your body.” You moaned at his confession. Something set him off and his thrust became rougher. His fingers circled your clit rapidly and his other hand held your hip forcing you to take the strokes he delivered.

“Annnghhh” You cried out as you felt your orgasm swell.

“That’s it cum all over this dick.” Erik slapped your ass. “Thick ass, fat ass pussy. Perfect combination for me. Cum all over my shit.” His words drove you to completion. You were done as you cried out his name and came all over him. The wetness created a sound complemented the smell of sex in the air.

“Damn. Look at this shit. You creaming all over my dick. Finna make a nigga bust.” His fingers and strokes prolonged your orgasm. Shivers ran down your spine.

“Fuck Erik. Cum in me.” You whimpered. Erik’s strokes paused. You quickly began to throw it back not wanting the fun to end. His thrust started up again more harsher and erratic than before.

“Don’t say shit like that if you don’t mean in it. Gonna make me fuck around and put a baby in you.” His concentration was gone his pupils blown. You turned your head to look back at him a small tired smile on your face as you made eye contact with him.

“All these threats… You must not really be bout it.” You bit your lip as Erik reacted to your words.

“Bet.”His hips slammed into yours as he drove you into another orgasm… or just the 2nd half of the one before. Either way it was exhilarating and had you seeing the stars when you felt the warmth of his seed coat your walls. Erik groaned deeply as he released himself into you, his hips jerking sporadically. Erik collapsed on you pressing small kisses into your neck.

“Ain’t neva came that hard from pussy before…” Amazement lit up his voice.

“You too heavy to be on me like this.” You whined from exhaustion.

“My bad babygirl.” Erik went to the bathroom to grab a rag to clean you up. You threw on the shirt he threw at you and laid down. Once he finished with himself in the bathroom he walked out in his boxers and laid next to you, turning on the T.V. clicking through the channels for something to watch.

“So you not gonna kick me out?” You joked sleepily.

“Nah.” Erik wrapped his arm around you and laid you on his chest. “That fat ass pussy got about another 5-6 rounds left in her tonight. Better take a nap.”