The Hidden library

[Oneshots Only]

Masterlist is a stretch, these are the stories Ive found, cause y'all know I have at least 80. 

* Is smut. Bold is Angst. Italic is Fluff and All three is one hell of a time*

Ashley gets like–– the best client ever. 

Ashley had a strange love/hate relationship with her job. She spent hours massaging the knots out of rich old strangers backs (and other things), and being begged for happy endings. There were others in the parlour who had no problem with that, and honestly neither did Ashley, but the clients were never right. She drooled at the thought of the extra money she could get had she ever given in, but she clenched up at the thought of her old, wrinkly, white, past clients. 

Snow ball.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Questions.

part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Parachute.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

Based on the Jill Scott Interlude.

Part 1 Part 2

Reader, Erik & Mini Series.

Mommy for the night

Daddy for the night

Mini Made

Daddy Wanted a Party

Daddy Leaves Part 1

Daddy Leaves Part 2

Minis day out

How I met Your Mother

Two

Shorts, Headcannons and requests

Four

I Love You

Ruining Each Others Life

Light Weight

Anal Plug

Homecoming

Ramonda Speaks

Pussy Power

Ice

Bubblin

Full Chapter Stories.

Price list

1 2 3

Nightland (The Vampire Story)

Welcome Home

Beyond The Trees

Family Affair

An Invitation  

Havana 

1  2  3 4  5  6 7 8

The Switch.

part 1 part 2

Michael Fics.

NSFW

Just Take Both

Split.

Number 1 Number 2 Number 3   Number 4  Number 5  Number 6 Number 7  Number 8  Number smut Number 9  

Split 2

Number 1 Number 2 Number 3 Number 4  Number 5 Number 6

Drillmonger

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

Cheater (Adonis Creed)

Warning: smut, cursing

“You say we ain’t gotta tell nobody (oh no)

I can keep a secret (shh, quiet)

Easy as counting one, two, three (yeah)

You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout another nigga knowing you a freak” - Kirko Bangz

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Erik groaned loudly for the umpteenth time as he slumped in the light oak chair in the library. Erik Stevens was smart for as long as you knew him but studying wasn’t his thing. Especially when he’s dying to go to one of the biggest parties on campus. However, y’all had to study because midterms were here and they are kicking everyone’s asses. You did not bust your ass to get into M.I.T to let midterms get you kicked out.

“I feel you, my nigga. This shit is gay.” CJ, one of the members of your study group huffed as he lightly tossed his pen on the table. “Can we leave this shit for tomorrow? I gotta get ready for this party tonight.”

You rolled your eyes and put your eyes back on your textbook. You have no idea why you even got into a study group with these niggas. Well it’s because you’re Erik’s best friend and these other three niggas CJ, Ray Ray, and Twon are his friends as well. You figured Erik would be more willing to study if you had his niggas in a group rather than the “ass kissing colonizers.” His words, not yours. You tried a lot of times to do one on one studying with just you and him and let’s just say……y’all didn’t get much studying done.

“Facts. Y/N, I rather do something else than this shit.” Erik looked at you innocently and gave his bottom lip a bite.

You knew what that “something else” was. “Maybe you can do something else when we get this studying done. Mmkay?”

Ray Ray spoke up this time. “Shorty, you might be sexy as hell but you annoying as hell. No disrespect.” He scooted his chair closer to you. “Maybe we can do an one on one session after this though.”

You put your hand in his face before he can get closer. “Ray Ray, fuck off. For the last time, I will never ever ever let you smash. Gross ass.” You examined the rest of the group to see Erik texting, CJ laughing at Ray Ray’s antics, and Twon had his head on the table, obviously sleeping even though he insisted he wasn’t. He just “absorbs knowledge better with his eyes closed.” Niggas, man.

You sighed closing your textbook. “Get ready for y’all bum ass party. I’m going back to my dorm to study. You know, because unlike y’all, I came to college to get some knowledge.”

“I’m trying to get some knowledge too. Let’s put our heads together if you know what I mean.” Ray Ray licked his lips causing your face to scrunch in disgust.

“Once again, you’re disgusting. Bye y’all!” You placed your black Michael Kors bag on your shoulder and walked away. You felt Ray Ray’s eyes on your ass but you ignored it. You had better things on your mind.

Once you were out of earshot, Ray Ray turned back to the remaining study group.

“Damn, why is her ass such a prude? Erik, nigga, what’s good with your friend?”

Erik snorted in response. “Nigga I don’t know. Maybe she don’t want to fuck you.”

Ray Ray sucked his teeth loudly. “So she never talked about me?”

“Nah nigga. She never mentions you when we’re together. I don’t know why you think thirsting after her gonna make her like you.” Erik explained to him. “Besides, she’s just focused on school and her career and shit. She’s been telling me she ain’t got time for niggas.”

CJ laughed obnoxiously loud. “Oh shit! I knew Y/N had something in common with me! She likes pussy!” He turned to Ray Ray. “Listen nigga, any female that swerves all niggas is either a lesbian or a retired hoe who’s tired of niggas fucking and leaving her.”

Twon suddenly awakened from his slumber. “Did y’all niggas say lesbians and fucking?”

Erik kisses his teeth. “Twon, bring your dumbass back to sleep.” He turned to CJ and Ray Ray. “She ain’t no lesbian nor a hoe. Don’t go spreading that shit.”

“Well nigga, you’ve known shorty since high school. Was she more “friendly” back then?” Ray Ray questioned using air quotes and Then raised his eyebrow. “Maybe you got to hit that a couple of times.”

CJ ooh’ed in response and Erik sighed out of exasperation trying not to smack these niggas.

“Listen. Y/N is a cool chick and she cute but she’s too much of the homie. Going that far with her would be some shit. I can’t see myself fucking her. We just homies.”

Ray Ray leaned back. “Aight so I can still got a chance to fuck. Shit, I haven’t heard anything about her so she’s probably a virgin. I’ll deflower that ass.”

CJ and Twon mumbled in agreement even adding that you’re probably one of those church girls waiting until marriage for sex and shit. Erik glanced at his phone and stood up grabbing his bag and dapping each of his boys up.

“Aight imma meet up with y’all at the party.”

Twon protested waving his hands. “Hold up, nigga! I thought we were going together!” The rest voiced their agreement with him.

“Nah. I gotta get a couple things done before I go so I’ll meet y’all there.” Erik pointed at them as he walked away.

“Aight nigga. Don’t take too long!” CJ shouted after Erik causing the students to glare at him.

“The fuck y’all looking at?”

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Your hands moved up and down Erik’s dick as you bobbed up and down leaving it coated with your saliva. You licked up from the base to the tip releasing moans as his tongue invaded your pussy. He sucked softly yet aggressively on your pearl causing your legs to shake a bit almost forgetting about your task.

“Fuckkkkkk Erik! Eat this pussy, baby!” You groaned in pleasure popping his dick back in your mouth. You grabbed his dick and adjusted your mouth so you could feel him in your throat.

Erik smacked your ass hard and you whimpered a bit. He stuck a couple of fingers inside you as he continued to devour your pussy like he hasn’t eaten for a while.

“Fuck. I haven’t tasted you in a long time, beautiful. Imma eat the fuck out of you.” He rubbed your clit playing in your wetness. “Look at how wet you are. Tasting so fucking good.”

You sat up from his body and rode his tongue throwing your head back. You grabbed your breasts as you grinded your pussy in his mouth. You felt yourself close to cumming but you needed him inside you. You hopped off his face and sat yourself on his abdomen. You lowered your lips to his and he kisses you back intensely. You moaned at the taste of you and him in your mouth. You pulled away staring him in the eyes as you took his fingers that were previously inside you and popped them in your mouth licking them clean.

Erik raised an eyebrow while biting his lip. “Damn baby. I was gonna lick them.”

You smirked lowering yourself to kiss him again. “Gotta be quicker than that, papi.”

He bit his lip smacking your ass once again. “Damn, you so freaky with your sexy ass.”

“Only for you, papi.”

“Better be. You gonna ride this dick?”

You stared at him and lowered yourself on him placing his erection inside you. You rolled your hips against him and bounced on his dick as he released obscenities out of his mouth.

“I’m riding MY dick. This shit is mine. I claimed this shit.” You picked up your pace causing Erik to curse even louder. “Take this pussy, baby!”

Before you could even cum, Erik grabbed your waist flipping the both of you over and placed your legs on his shoulders. He entered you again and slammed into you at a fast, enticing rhythm.

Shit! Erik, I’m gonna cum! Baby, I’m gonna cum!” You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fell deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Imma tell you when my pussy can cum. Now take this dick you claim.”

You gasped digging your nails into his back as he penetrated you passionately. You squeezed yourself around him which he hated but you didn’t care. He still moved inside you causing your legs to tremble. You whimpered a little bit but mama ain’t raise no bitch. You are taking this dickdown like a champ. After a couple of moments, you begged this nigga to let you cum which he granted you permission to do.

“Oooh! Yes! Erik, yes!” You screamed as you released yourself all over his dick. You felt his warmness fill you up and he lifted himself off you laying back out of breath. Once you caught your breath finally, you grinned looking at him and he was already looking at you in awe and glee.

“What?” He gestured towards his moist abdomen. “You squirted, babe. I guess that’s what happens when you haven’t had that good Erik Stevens dick in a while.” You rolled your eyes slapping his chest. “Oh shut up. With these damn midterms I gotta study for, it’s hard for me to get some dick.” Erik cuddled you closer to his broad chest. “I know it’s been stressful, mama. I’m stressed too but sex with you relieves it. You can’t say this dick didn’t make you relaxed.” You giggled caressing his chest. “It did. It would’ve had me stressed if I wasn’t on birth control. You always gotta cum in me.” You got up from your bed looking through your drawers for a t-shirt and panties. “What can I say? I like making you my Twinkie.” Erik smirked and you threw a t-shirt in his face in response. He chuckled taking it off his face and staring at you slipping your blue VS boyshorts on. “You know Ray Ray, CJ, and Twon were asking about you. Asking me if I ever smashed.” You raised an eyebrow after putting your grey t-shirt over your head. “Oh? Well what did you say?” Erik raised his too. “What do you think I said? I said you were the homie and letting it get that far would be some shit And all that shit. I didn’t lie but didn’t tell them the truth. You should know by now you ain’t gotta worry about people finding out your business. I’m not putting what we got on blast. I lowkey want to though because Ray Ray’s ass still thinks he got a chance with you.” You rolled your eyes scoffing facing the mirror as you fixed your high puff that got messed up during sex. “He clearly doesn’t. With his annoying ass. Can’t take a fucking hint.” You dropped your arms looking at Erik In the mirror. “You seem a bit jealous.” Erik snorted. “I’m not. I just don’t appreciate niggas moving in on what belongs to me.” You turned around to face him amused. “Belongs to you? So I’m your girl now?” Erik shrugged getting off the bed and putting on his shirt. “I know we didn’t put titles on this shit but you know damn well you were mine since high school. It took for last semester to come around for us to do something about it.” You’re not gonna lie. You liked the idea of being Erik’s girl and Erik being your man but the problem was you promised yourself that would focus and work on yourself before jumping into a relationship. Like Erik said, y’all belong to each other. It just wasn’t the time to be boyfriend and girlfriend. “Yeah yeah yeah. We’re complicated but that’s nobody’s business but ours.” You walked up to him as he had his jeans in his hands and looked around. “Yeah. Like I said, you ain’t gotta worry about anyone finding out about what we doing. Even though I’d love to brag about all the freaky shit you do in bed.” Erik joked causing you to push him. “Wait have you seen my boxers?” You took the pair of said boxers from under your pillow and grinned. “Yep. But they’re my little trophy so I’m keeping them.” Erik chuckled shaking his head as he slipped his jeans back and buckled his belt. “You are something else.” “I’m your “something else.” You pecked his lips. “Enjoy the party but not too much. It’ll be a shame not to be able to fuck you again because you wanna do something stupid. Text me when you get back in your dorm.” “Aight, freaky ass. Get some studying done.” Erik went on his way to leave. He closed the door behind him after he heard you shout, “Get some fucking studying done when you get in your dorm, negro!” Erik finally made it to the frat house that was hosting the highly anticipated party. Through the crowded frat house, he spotted the three stooges he called his friends and they looked at him funny. “The fuck y’all looking at?” “Nigga why you glowing and cheesing and shit?” CJ crosses his arms. Erik grabbed a cup of beer. “Don’t worry about it, b.” Ray Ray squinted his eyes. “Nigga, you just got some pussy, didn’t you?” Erik smirked as a flashback of you underneath him moaning his name popped in his head. He took a sip of his drink. “Like I said, don’t worry about it, b.”

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A series

Part 3

“Thank you for flying with us, have a great stay” She said for the upteenth time. Her smile broke finally , she was done for the night as soon as that passenger left through the plane door . The act for her and the rest of the cabin crew was over . She did her last sweep for trash and personal belongings left behind . When she was done , she headed off the plane and straight down the tarp to the bathroom . Dragging her carry on behind her . She hated airplane restrooms and would often hold her bladder for as long as she could . They were entirely to small for comfort . After relieving herself , she washed her hands and eyed herself in the bathroom mirror . She thought she looked good . She had one leg today , flying straight from her base to New York City. It was cold , so she decided to straighten her hair . And just because of the new style , she put makeup on. Quickly she took a picture of herself , then tagged her location .

The night was still young and the cabin crew decided to go get drinks before heading to the hotel . She wasn’t quite ready to check in so she went along with them . Usually she would work with new people each shift , thankfully this time she had a familiar face . A month in a half had passed since the conversation between her and Young Kill. she continued to live in the fantasy of her bedroom , watching his videos . She was content. She figured things were cool because still followed her . He even liked a post a week back .

“Girl you don’t see your phone flashing from your pocket ?” Stephanie, the familiar face informed Her. She hadn’t felt her phone vibrating at all . New York was active and loud , she could barely concentrate on anything .

“I didn’t girl, but thanks” She retrieved her phone , it was a message. A couple of messages on Instagram. They were from Young Kill .

Young Kill: Give me your number

Young Kill: I’m in New York .

Young Kill : I wanna see you tonight .

“Shit” she mouthed , she for sure could concentrate on this. She sent him her number and he called instantly . She quickly rushed outside to avoid the noise and establish some sort of privacy . “Hello?” As anxious as she was, she hid it behind her voice .

“Know you a flight attendant so you need to come see me now” he spoke . It was the first time she had heard his voice , he was actually speaking to her .

“Uh-“

“I’ll send you an Uber” he cut her off .

“How do you know I want to come ? “ she bit down on her lip , knowing fully that she wanted to see him .

“You don’t ?” He added that much appreciated bass in his voice .

“No, I do I just -“

“Where you at right now?” he cut her off again. She took a few steps closer to the street , then turned to the bar to identify the sign . She told him the name and he followed up with a short pause. “The Uber will be there in three minutes, be outside”

And with that, he hung up .

-

Anxiously, she stood at his hotel door , nervous as hell . She gripped her small black carry on tight as she knocked softly at the door . She was taken by surprise at how fast the door opened. There he stood , gold teeth gleaming at her . His army green Nike Tech sweatsuit was zipped to the the top of his chin . She let out a soft and timid “Hi”. Kill opened the door wider and moved out of her path. He chuckled lowly, a flight attendant outfit , it was like the beginning of one of his scenes . She walked through the suite and sat on the king sized bed. She heard, what she assumed was the bathroom door, close . She sat down Waiting on the bed . There was a full length mirror in front of the bed, she stared at herself . First thing she did was fix her hair . Too late he knows what you look like now . “This is really happening “ she mouthed wide eyed.

The toilet flushed and she straightened up. When she heard the sink her heart began to beat through her chest . He came out. “Kick off your shoes get comfortable “ those were the first words he spoke to her . Kill sat on the opposite side of her. “You flying out early ?” He asked

“Not till the afternoon”

“So we got all night ? “ he locked eyes with her through the mirror , she looked away quickly. He smiled again, he found her coyness charming . Relax girl, just pretend like it’s nothing . He rested his back on the head board . Holding his phone.

“Why are you in New York ? “ she questioned , this time she turned to look into his actual face . He let her know that he’d gotten into some trouble a while back and had to go to court . She wanted badly to ask for details he could sense it .

“I got into a fight at a club”

She laughed , light and innocent . “You’re too old to be fighting still”

He laughed and got up . Agreeing but also let her know that his anger was something he was dealing with . Kill rummaged through a backpack that was sitting on the hotel desk.

“You smoke right?” He assumed casually .She let him know that her job drug tested randomly. He dropped the backpack , slightly annoyed . Then he asked if she drank , he was relieved when she told him yes .

“The mini bar is stocked , make us a drink or something” A hint of light sparked within his voice . She had never actually met anyone who used the expensive hotel mini bars . She eyed the prices. Just a couple ounces of juice was almost seven dollars . Kill was trying to be accommodating. She grabbed apple juice and a six ounce Hennessy bottle . She used a plastic Ice cup from the shelf and make two drinks . The two of them laid back on the headboard, still on opposite sides . They were closer this time though . She gave him a cup and he took a sip.

“This shit is good, I’ve never had this combo , I might have to steal this “ He showed his dimples, she had somehow almost got lost in them . She took a sip of her own , right before she noticed the row of gold wrapped magnum condoms on the bed. Her eyes went round, He saw . “You nervous ? “ he took another sip and licked his lips .

“Kinda, I’m not going to lie to you” she took in the sight of the condoms, Kill slid them off the bed and out of her view.

“You watch my videos so you know what I’m about . You know more about me than I do you, I should be the nervous one…right , Candy ?“

He knew her name, he must have dug deep into her Instagram because she never told him.

“You right “ Candy got his view point , but it didn’t make her any less nervous . She drank more . He drank more , then he turned on the TV. Skimming through the thirteen hotel channels until he found something settling . Some incarcerated docuseries rerun .

“Wow, I didn’t even know this still came on” she mentioned as she recognized the television show. She took her jacket off , so did he.

“This used to be my show” he chimed in, scooting himself a little closer to her body . Calculating his moves , not wanting to press the issue as of yet . They made small talk about the episode and even some of their favorite moments from others . About twenty minutes in, the alcohol kicked Candy’s hormones up a notch. Her wondering eyes kept reverting from the Tv to Young Kills bulge . She counted down from three in her head and invisioned herself pulling his dick out and taking it between her lips .

“I need to go to the bathroom” she walked off briskly , keeping her eyes forward , trying to pretend that she didn’t feel his gaze upon her . Remembering that he had drank just as much as she . Candy stared in the mirror, unbuttoning one blouse button from her top . It was getting hot . She inched her skirt up and slid her panties to the side . Using one of the many face towels she ran it through warm sink water and refreshed herself . Just to make sure everything was right . Thank god she had gotten waxed . She pulled her clothes back down , then fluffed the flatness in her hair . It was time .

The TV was off . Candy walked out , repeatedly telling herself she was ready to get what she came for . Young Kill was standing in front of the bed facing her , blocking her from going to her original side . She walked towards him. “You good” he moved closer, his tone indifferent and low.

“Huh?” She didn’t hear what he said , on account of the fact that his hands were unbuttoning the rest of her blouse . He got to the last one and yanked it from inside of her skirt . He spread the shirt open and revealed her heaving breast oozing from the top of her bra .

“As sexy as your work outfit is, you need to take it off “ he felt along the rim of her skirt , running his fingers along her skin until he found the back zipper . The skirt fell to the ground and he noticed she had on stockings . “Take all this shit off!” Candy found his tone to be more aggressive this time, just like the videos . It sent a jolt through her body , in a good way .

He took off his shirt , still watching as she obeyed by slipping her stockings and panties off. Her actions were then followed by her back hitting the foot of the bed. He towered over her , in all his glory . The wide back she could see through the mirror and the veins popping through his arms . She rose up and ran her hands all over his chest, this was real . Real indeed .

“What you do when you watch me . You play with yourself ? “ he spoke with the rugged aggressiveness. Candy nodded her head.

“You play with what?”

“Myself “ her sweet voice answered .

“Nah sweetheart what you play with?” He continued to toy with her .

“I play with my pussy” she said softly while looking everywhere but at him . Her actions seemed to amuse him because he laughed .

“You’re so cute , I play with my pussy” he mimicked the innocence in her voice . Kill started to pull down his sweats and briefs , then began stroking his already hard ego .

“Show me what you do when you watch my videos” he tightened his jaw. Candy laid back , pretending not to be scared shitless. Hell, she had never been this vocal or open sexually with her past lovers . Hesitating a little, she opened her legs to reveal her pink bud. She began to rub her clit , the exact same way she did each night . There was No turning back now . Young Kill watched her zealously , still stroking himself .

“You wish it was me ? “ He said proudly , gripping himself tighter now .

“Every night”

Her eyes met his . It was normal for a girl who wasnt in his industry to be intimidated by him. Slowly he was breaking down that wall . This was what he’d been waiting for . Her hands moved faster , he could see her wetness peeking through her hole .

“I watch you every night “ she whimpered, her eyes closed shut and her head dropped back .

“Move that fucking hand!” He roughly slapped her hand away , making her gasp . His lips zeroed in on her swollen nub. She was Over joyed, she didn’t even expect her pussy to get eaten. Her body couldn’t stop squirming from the excitement.

“Relax…Candy” Kill moaned in a breathy tone, almost as if he got pleasure in saying her name . She sat as still as she could , able to hear the sticky sound of his lips sucking on her . His hands reached up to cup her breast , squeezing them hard . She moaned out . Kill brought them back down and wrapped his arms around her thighs . That way he could push himself closer inbeteeen her legs and she couldn’t move away .

“Yes” inched from her open lips .

“You ain’t shy no more ? “ he squeezed his fingers against her thighs, leaving marks .

Without warning he pulled her legs up and pinned them back until they hit the bed. Candy squealed as Kill allowed his lips and tongue to roam every sensitive nook of her pussy.

“You taste so fucking good Candy, you probably a vegan“ he teased .

She was unable to speak or laugh , Just grips of his free falling dreads to give him encouragement. “Why you so sweet Candy? Huh ?”

He continued to eat her until she came . Laying there shocked and exhausted, Kill climbed onto the bed and sat up on his knees . He held on to his dick , it was his turn now .

“You ready to suck daddy? “ his eyes burned with lust as he looked down at her . She indeed Wanted to return the favor . Candy sat on her high knees and licked the tip of his thickness . She coated the base with her tongue , making it easier for her lips to slide . “Damn” he groaned at her technique. Candy could take him , all of him into her mouth . Each time his tip touched the back of her throat he groaned .

Kill gripped the back of her hair and began to face fuck her . Softly at first , but once he noticed she wouldn’t break it set him into over drive. He fucked her face hard , her spit sliding down her chin onto her breast . She opened her mouth to try and breathe but she began gagging .

“Look at me!” He demanded . Her watery eyes looked up at him, still gagging with each stroke he took , but she didn’t stop . “Breathe through your nose Candy”

She did what he told her, and was able to control the reflex. He tossed his head back, still controlling her movements . Before he could bust, he pulled out and away .”Come up here”

Candy stood on her knees and aligned with him . He wiped her wet face with his hand and lifted her leg up . Candy almost fell back but he caught her .

“Hold on to me , I’m about to fuck you “. She nodded her head and braced herself as he slid right inside of her . They were so close , they could feel each other’s breath . She rested her head against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Candy wanted to kiss him so bad . Young Kill never kissed girls . Not on film , not in real life, not ever . But he had to admit, Candy was a nice break from the aggressiveness on set . He had fucked many girls , none were sweet little fans like her. This was the first time he’d done anything like this . He knew she wanted to kiss him, most women did . He stuck two fingers between her lips for oral fixation. Candy sucked on them untill he pulled them away .

“This dick, oh my god!” Her words didn’t even make sense . This was better than what she imagined . Candy closed her eyes and allowed him to take control of her body. Young kill was going to fuck her into oblivion . He dropped her leg and pushed her onto the bed , his wide body hovered over her . His manhood teasing her hole with just its head . He eased himself in again. Enjoying the squirm , the silent begging .

“Can I take it?” He finished his sentence with a hard slam inside of her . Her breath hitched and eyes shot open.

“I said , can I take this pussy!?” He slammed into her again leaving himself fully inside of her . Sending a rocket of pleasure through her senses . Her hands crunched together.

“Take it ” her cry lingered as Kill stroked her slow and rhythmic . His abs and biceps flexed with each movement. He watched as her pussy expanded to his size , seemingly enjoying the feeling of being inside of her . As Candy’s sticky gloss coated him , he remembered he forgot to put on a condom. Fuck it . She didn’t seem to care either .

“You so fucking wet for me, look at me “ he watched her . Candys eyes were silently pleading with his . “You hear this shit ?”

“I do “ the way his dick felt , she was ready to say those two words at the altar too . She could fully hear the sticky squelching sound they created . Kills gentle hands roamed her stomach and went up to her breast , still stroking. But those gentle hands soon turned into the ones she was used to . The rough ones , the vigorously irritable ones . They wrapped themselves around her neck tightly.

“Yes!” She screamed , she knew what was coming. That ruthless punisher she knew from the videos . Kill showed no restraint as he pumled into her hard . Slapping his body against hers , holding no reguard to his nine inches daggering into her walls. Her moans were high pitched , until she was unable to moan any longer . Just airy sounds of surrender . Her hands pierced into his wrist , hoping to gain some kind of control .

He smiled , finding himself getting off from her suffering . Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head , as if she was posesssd by his dick . “I know you not fucking coming already “ he chuckled and let her neck go so she could talk .

“I cumming , keep it just like that” Candy inched out , reaching for his back to restraint her from this release he built up inside of her . He stayed just like that. Until he felt her contracting around his dick , and saw her spasm beneath . He eased out of her , dripping and still hard .

She was in a luminous state , staring up at him as if he was some god . “Turn over” he asked politely at first. Candy, still in a confused state took too long to oblige. He slapped her left thigh hard and she turned around slowly .

“Its too much for you ?” He eased down onto her, then slid his tongue along her neck and spine.

“Yes” she answered, still slightly out of breath .

“That’s too fucking bad , put that ass up!” She arched her back for him, satisfied he began to fuck her . He opened her cheeks and let go . Kill watched as her ass ricocheted with every thrust .

“Throw it back on daddy” he told her, she heard him but didnt move fast enough for his liking . “So fucking hard headed!” Kill pinned her hand behind her back and locked his arm under her arms . Forcefully he lifted her up . He could now see her in the mirror . Kill watced her as she gazed at him through hooded eyes . Candys lustrous breast were bouncing up and down as he drilled into her . Her ass slapping loudly into his pelvis, his balls hitting her hard.

“We making our own movie , this what you wanted ? “ Kill was practically growling at her . Candy had never so good . This flood of pleasure he was giving her body, she wanted to fucking cry . His short groans and hisses were hidden behind her sweet moans of extacy. She was about to cum again . Her head fell in defeat , unable to keep looking in the mirror . Kill fucked her delicate body harder , she was a big girl , she could handle it .

“Fuck!” She belted from her chest . She sucked in air through her teeth . Her walls tightened as she attempted to squirm away , but his grip was far too tight . “Hold up!” Candy screamed .

“Shut up bitch and take this big ass dick” It was as if his words sent her into over drive . Her knees grew weak as he drilled her over the edge .

“Talkin all that shit on Instagram, and you can’t even take my dick? “ Kills voice was spiteful and full of rage . She tried to speak but nothing came out . He gripped her hair with his free hand , pulling her head back into the mirrors view . There he could get a good view of her angelic face through her orgasm. Her pouty lips were open wide . It made him cum too.

“You want this nut in that pretty ass mouth?” He demanded , though it wasnt really a question .

“Give it to me “ she worded hungrily as her eyes opened . Candy was ready and willing to do anything he asked of her now. She was coming down from the edge. Kill, pulled out and yanked her towards him. Her body flipped as she crouched down lower to meet the head of his dick . Her mouth opened wide as he pumped quickly and erupted . He let out a wad of a seed on to her tongue and lips .

Kill fell back onto the bed to rest . He laid against the pillows and placed his hands behind his head . Candy on the other hand had rushed to the bathroom . She looked in the mirror . Her mouth covered with his sticky semen , her arms bruised from his grip and her ass cheek was welted with his hand prints. Candy started and stepped into the hotel shower . Allowing the cold water to calm herself down , as well as the swelling .

So what’s left , where would she go from here . This was totally out of Candys character . One night stands weren’t her thing . She asked herself , Was this shame she was feeling ? All of a sudden did she regret what had just happened?

It felt so damn good though .

Unexpectedly the bathroom door opened , Kill had walked in, still naked . He went straight to the toilet and peed. Candy couldn’t help but watch through the clear shower curtains . She was still in disbelief that that thing was actually inside of her . He finished , flushed and then washed his hands . Kill ran water over his face and wiped it with a towel . Candy was just about done washing up when he walked over to the shower . In habit , she attempted to cover her body.

“We way past that , don’t tell me you still shy” he rolled his eyes playfully . His bedroom demeanor was gone .

“I’m not “ she said back , slowly removing her arms for exposure .

“You staying with me tonight ?” He asked casually.

She had no intentions of staying at his hotel . That was only because she figured he wouldn’t want her to. Wasn’t that how things like this go? She was in no rush to leave, especially now . After he did this to her body,

“Umm, I guess I can . I don’t work until the afternoon “ she cut the shower off , he handed her a towel to wrap herself in .

this is all my fault because i posted this

oc is played by teyana taylor’s fine ass

summary: erik’s a phone sex operator desperate for his shift to end when he gets a call from a particularly interesting woman

rating: explicit

tags: @sonofnjobu @princessstevens @wakanda-inspired @ovoxosavage @tchallastoothgap @chefjessypooh @wakandan-aesthetic @nyneebey @thehonorablekingerik @scrumptiouslytenaicouscrusade @shesfromwakanda @goddessofthejungle @imagine-blackpanther @honeytoffee @blackpanthersmut @killmoncoochie @killmongersaidheyauntie @killmongersgurl

“Tell me how that feels, baby.”

The sultry tone of his voice betrays the sheer boredom he’s feeling as he looks over the stack of biochemistry tests sitting in front of him. He lays the pen down, stretching out his cramped fingers as the woman on the other end pants into his ear. A third of the stack sits to the side, already marked and graded. Ten down, another twenty or so to go. He checks the time as she moans. 1:45. Fifteen minutes until his shift is over.

“Daddy,” she whimpers annoyingly and he huffs audibly as he rubs at his tired eyes. “Daddy, please, you feel so good.” He can barely make out the faint sound of buzzing in the background. Huh. He hadn’t noticed it earlier. “So fucking good,” she groans and he winces at how fucking obnoxious she sounds.

“Yeah, let Daddy take care of you, baby. Come on this dick.” He fiddles with the pen, counting down the seconds until the clock changes again. “You’ve been so good for me tonight. Wanna feel it.” He’s flooded with relief when her moans get louder, knowing the call is almost finally over. “Come on, baby girl, do it.”

Erik holds the phone away as she screeches and babbles nonsensically. He listens as she pants heavily and waits for her to end the call. He could if he really wanted to, but the longer the call, the more money he makes. And when you’re a broke grad student/teaching assistant, every cent counts.

She pants for a few seconds more before the phone fumbles and the line goes dead, allowing him to release a breath he didn’t realized he’s been holding. 

1:49

The office chair creaks as he sits back and closes his eyes. He still has to have these tests graded and entered into the system before class at nine while also finding time to review his notes for the lecture he’s supposed to give that afternoon since the professor is out of town. His stomach rumbles with the reminder that he hasn’t eaten since before six that evening and he groans in annoyance.

He’s in desperate need of a vacation.

And a new side gig, he adds on as his phone buzzes again with another client call. He’d hoped the last one would be it for the night, but apparently there are plenty of horny women in the area on a Tuesday night.

Erik sits up and clears his throat before pressing answer. “Hello?” He turns the voice back on despite the pangs in his stomach.

“Hi, baby.” He blinks in surprise at the upfront confidence and huskiness of the voice. Most calls start off stuttered and shy with him having to ease them in slowly. Still, he stays in character like the pro he is. 

“You sound like someone who knows what they’re here for,” he drawls out, hunger suddenly forgotten. He’s intrigued, to say the least. “Whatchu want, baby.” He feels himself settle into his chair, much more comfortable than he’s been during one of these calls.

“A few things, maybe,” the woman says. “If we being real, I’m a little drunk. Saw a commercial for this shit and thought “why the fuck not?” Ain’t no harm in it. May as well get my nut in and help some stranger pay their bills instead of hitting up some ain’t shit nigga in my DMs. Shit.” She kisses her teeth and laughs.

“How you know I’m not another one of them ain’t shit niggas,” he teases her, the act dropped momentarily. 

“I don’t! But the point is at least I can help you out a bit. Like temporarily donating my pussy for charity, no offense. These other niggas? They ain’t worthy. This pussy ain’t free no more! It’s either going up for a good cause or staying right here in these panties.” He hears her pause and assumes she’s taking another swig of whatever drink is fueling her brashness. “So what you look like, nigga?”

Erik loses it, cackling so hard he snorts. “Yo,” he wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. “You wild as fuck, you know that?”

She kisses he teeth again. “Not the first time I’ve been told that. You sound like a west coast nigga.”

He coughs a bit as his laughter dies down. His cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. “Yeah. Oakland.”

“Nice,” she drawls out. “One of my friends used to fuck around with a guy from out there. Said the dick was best she ever had.” He notices the change in her tone and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood start to run south. “Now obviously I can’t get my hands or mouth on the real thing, but we gonna pretend. Imagination and all that. So you gonna let a girl know what she’s working with?”

Erik shifts in the chair and licks his lips. “I’m black. About six feet tall. Got dreads right now with fades on the sides.” He smiles at her appreciative hum.

“You got muscles? I can’t work with no scrawny ass nigga.”

“No worries, I gotchu,” he says, voice dropping. “Did some time in the Navy, gotta be in good fucking shape for that shit. You like seeing a man in uniform?”

Her breath gets heavier and the tone drops a bit, dripping with sexiness. “I do, but I prefer seeing him without it. Damn, wish I could actually see you. Prolly look even better than you sound.”

“Got me thinking the same thing about you with that sexy ass voice of yours,” he shoots back easily. “You gon’ tell me what you look like?”

She laughs, deep and rough like her voice. “Thought I was supposed to be the one being serviced here. You do this with every caller you get?” He hears her move around a bit and his imagination starts to run wild. “I’m black too, obviously. Hair is pretty short right now cause I’m lazy as shit. I’m a dancer so take that however you will. Got cursed with some big ass titties though. Them shits always getting in the way.”

He screws his face up. “Don’t sound like much of a curse to me. Love me a nice soft pair to play around with. Might try to see how much of ‘em I can get in my mouth.” He adds on that last part, remembering what he’s really there for.

The sound she lets out sound like the mix of a moan and a chuckle. “You try jumping and moving around for hours in rehearsal while you got two DDDs tryna to smack you in your face. Shit ain’t fun.”

He smirks. “Then I guess you’d need me around to remind you of how great they are. They real?”

She scoffs loudly. “Yes, nigga! You think I’m trying to be uncomfortable all day on purpose?”

“See, I bet they’re real fun to squeeze. Ain’t gotta worry about popping no silicone,” he smiles when she laughs again. He feels comfortable enough to take it a step further. “You ever had them fucked before?”

“Shit,” she gasps out and the change in sound tells him he’s on speaker and that she’s touching herself now. “A couple of times,” she says, voice raspy. “Dudes didn’t really know what they was doing, though.” He tries to imagine what she must look like, phone laid next to her on a bed as one hand toys with a heavy breast while the other plays at her warm, wet entrance. “You know,” she interrupts his thoughts, “I got two fingers inside of me and I still don’t know what that dick looks like.”

He groans a bit, feeling his pants become a bit tight. “You trying to decide how many fingers you should be using.”

“You god damn right. Now get to talking.”

Erik unzips his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. He’s half hard, dick laying against his thigh and he studies it for a bit. “You want the phone sex answer or the honest one?”

“Be real with me. Ain’t nobody trying to hear that “12 inches, thick as a eggplant” nonsense.”

“Aight, cool. It’s kinda thick. Not eggplant thick. Maybe a little less than a cucumber. Probably about six, almost seven inches. A little bit curved near the top. Pretty veiny.”

“Probably? You never measured that shit before,” she asks him and he shrugs even though she can’t see him.

“Never bothered. Ain’t had many complaints and that’s all I give a fuck about.” He strokes himself idly before slipping into his role again. “Think you got enough fingers in there?”

“I definitely don’t, but it’s all good. That what sex toys are for.” Her hears her move around again. “How long we been talking,” she calls out to him and her voice sounds farther away.

He checks the time on his phone. “Little over ten minutes,” he answers as he spots the 2:11 at the top of his screen.

“And what time your shift ends,” he hears her bounce back onto the bed and curiosity bites away at him. 

“Ended eleven minutes ago, actually. I don’t mind though. And it won’t disconnect or anything.” He works hard to suppress the yawn that’s sneaking up on him.

“Mm, alright. We can make this quick, then.” Her voice strains a bit before she moans again.

“Ain’t gotta make nothing quick if you don’t want it to be,” he says, deepening his voice again. “Only thing I want is for you to feel good, baby.” She groans at his words. “You still using them fingers?”

“Nah,” she says, a bit breathless. “Grabbed a dildo real quick. Closer to the real thing.” There’s a bit more rustling and she moans again before speaking. “You gon’ tell me what to do with that dick, baby?”

“Fuck yourself nice and slow for me. Get that shit slick and wet. You can play with your clit, too. Gently though. Don’t want you coming too soon.” He’s deep into his role, his own dick long forgotten. It’s startling, considering his usual indifference towards callers. But this is different. This is all about her pleasure. He wants to get her off. 

“Yes, sir,” she says playfully. “You got me so wet already. Dick is already nice and shiny.”

Erik groans. “Good. Got that pussy all ready for me. That dick stretching you out nicely, huh?” He hears her let out a soft “oh, shit” and smirks. “Yeah, that shit good? Tell me how that dick is making you feel.”

“Your dick feels so good, baby.” He can hear the sound of her fucking herself and it makes the itch to touch himself more intense. “You fucking me good, nigga, god damn. Getting all in that shit. Creaming all on your dick.” 

“Shit, ma. Maybe you should be the one getting paid for this,” he chuckles. “Let me fuck you harder, let me hit that spot harder.” His breathing quickens and his mouth starts to feel dry. “Give me that pussy.”

“Oh, fuck,” she shouts and he pictures her, body taut, toes curled as she throws her head back in ecstasy. He thinks about letting his hands run over her hot skin or catching one of her breasts in her mouth while she comes undone underneath him. Her imagine that deep, raspy voice right in his ear, telling him how good he feels and how much she fucking needs him. “Nigga, you finna make me nut soon.”

He feels his dick leak wetness onto his thigh. “Ain’t no such thing as too soon, baby. Keep going, make yourself come on that dick.” His fingers grip his thigh hard to try and quell the arousal he’s feeling. “You touching yourself, too? Get them fingers wet and rub that clit for me.”

She groans loudly, babbling about how good it feels, how much she wants to feel him. Her voice gets higher and he knows she’s almost done. “You beating that shit up, nigga. Fuck. Fucking me too good, I can’t fucking take this shit.” She grunts and he can hear her the bed shaking with force. “Yo, I’m gonna fucking come. Shit.”

“Come on, sexy. Nut on my dick. Let go and come on me.”

He sits back and listens to her orgasm, curses streaming out of her and going straight to his dick. He’s fully hard, balls tight and the vein running through the side pulsing so intensely. The head is a deep red and he’s aching for release. 

“Shit, nigga,” she laughs breathlessly, voice somehow more hoarse than before and he can tell she’s got the phone back on her ear now. “You damn good at what you do. Made a bitch nut hard. Dildo needs a deep cleaning now.” She sighs, still catching her breath. “You got yours, too?”

“Nah,” he murmurs. “I’m good, though. Long as you got what you needed.” 

“Aw, a true gentleman.” Exhaustion is evident in her voice and he knows she’s probably going to nod off soon. “Ay, what’s your name?”

“Erik,” he answers honestly.

“Amiyah,” she replies. “917-555-6206.”

He blinks. “What?”

“I didn’t curse. I wasn’t raised that way.” 

“But you did pray?”

“I prayed.”

“And did any of those prayers ever come true?”

“N-no. I don’t know. I don’t remember all my prayers.”

“But to the best of your knowledge -”

“No. No.”

“Hm. Well this presents a problem, Miss Fairchild. There are laws in our society, you understand, that allow exemptions for children who do not yet understand the full extent of their powers. But you -”

“I - I’m not a child.”

“You are not a child, no. And it beggars belief, you understand, that at 18 years of age that this has been your first time to curse, that you have never before known -”

“I didn’t curse. My parents - they wouldn’t have wanted - they didn’t -”

“And you must understand how this seems. That you have kept your powers from us, that you are feigning ignorance, that you have always intended -”

“I didn’t know! I didn’t - I’m sorry - I wouldn’t have -“

“Do you feel the pressure at the back of your head? I’m told it feels like a pressure.”

“What? I do, I didn’t think - W-what are you doing to me?”

“We have a psychic on our staff, Miss Fairchild. I’m telling you this now, to inform you. She is reading your thoughts. She has a  - you might imagine, a psychic thumb pressed down on your speech centers. She could prevent you from talking at a moment’s thought. I am telling you this now, as a courtesy.”

“I didn’t mean to do this. I swear! I swear to God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do this!”

“Miss Fairchild. What we want to know now is, can you bring them back?”

“…I don’t know. I’ve tried, but I don’t know.”

“We’d like you to try. We’re here to help you. We’d like to learn the extent of your powers. Now. To the best of your knowledge, is there any way to escape damnation?” 

“…I don’t … I don’t know how I can answer that question…”

“Do you believe there is a way to escape damnation?”

“…No. Hell is - damnation is eternal. You - you guuhhh-”

“Whatever you were going to say, Miss Fairchild, my colleague thinks you should phrase differently.”

“I - I wasn’t - I - I didn’t, uh, mean anything wrong. H-hell is forever. That’s all I meant to say. Hell is forever.”

“There’s no way at all? Jesus harrowed Hell, I believe. I’m not particularly religious. I’m certain you must know more about it than I do.”

“I - I’m not Jesus.”

“And yet you seem to have damned someone into nonexistence. Let’s give it a try. If you were to harrow Hell, what would you say?”

“I don’t - There’s no words for this! There’s no - no blessing you can give to free someone from Hell! You don’t - we don’t presume to do this. We don’t presume to - to contradict God, to - to undo His judgement - “

“And yet, you damned them.”

“It’s a curse. It’s a common curse.”

“And you do not curse. You weren’t raised that way.”

“I don’t - I”m sorry! I have prayed! I’ve prayed! I spoke in anger. I said please. Please bring them back. Ensure their salvation. Harrow them from Hell. Bring them back to me. S-strike out my tongue. I spoke in anger. I sinned. I - I -”

“Let’s try and approach this a different way. You said to them, ‘Damn you,” is that correct?”

“Y-yes.”

“Let’s try and recreate the conditions. You were talking to them. So talk to them now. Ask them to return.”

“Uh. Please - p-please come back from Hell. R-return to me. Appear, here, unharmed. I don’t - there’s no good way to say this. There’s no common phrase. This is why - this is why society is sinful. I have allowed corruption in my heart. They say - we wish damnation on others, carelessly. Curses. Wicked intent. All sorts of horrible things. And yet, to redeem another soul - “

“We say, bless you, God bless you.”

“That’s not the same. It’s not equivalent.”

“God save you. Not too common, maybe. God save the Queen.”

“God save you. Mommy, Daddy, God save you. God bless you. God bring you back from Hell.”

“Hm. Miss Fairchild, we’re getting nowhere here. If we cannot reverse this situation, there will very likely be prosecution in your future. You are legally an adult, and you have disappeared two people from the face of the Earth. You understand, we cannot allow this to go unpunished.”

“I don’t know what to do! I’m sorry, I’ve said I’m sorry! There’s no equivalent! I want them to come back! I’ve prayed for it! I’ve prayed for it! You think I want this? I’ve tried, I’ve tried -”

“Let’s consider it from this perspective: You damned them. Not God. But you. You spoke the words. In your … according to your theology, how would God save someone from damnation? What’s the equivalent? What can you do?”

“I … You are absolved of your sins. They are absolved of their sins. They are - they are …”

“Go on.”

“You have sinned. Mommy, Daddy, you have sinned. You have sinned against me.  I - This is blasphemous. I’m not God, I don’t have the right to say this -”

“It’s just words, Miss Fairchild. Just … common phrasing. An equivalent. We say, damn you, and that’s a common phrase. It implies nothing about our powers, nothing other than what we mean by it. Just speak now. Say the equivalent.”

“It …It is only by my mercy you are redeemed. Only by mercy, because you did not deserve this of your own accord. I … You …”

“Please. Go on.”

Started: September 14 2018

Last Updated: September 23 2018

Total Installments to Date: 4

High Heels 

High Heels 2 (tbd)

Respite

Respite 2 (tbd)

Omitted Truths 

Omitted Truths 2

Note: Sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating like shit. 

Includes: fluff + innuendos + slow burn + implied smut

Summary: Kleio meets Erik one day on a bus ride and falls for him the moment she sees him. Though their friendship grows into something more intimate, Kleio’s insecurities put a halt on Erik’s advances.

All my main characters will always be a darkskin black girl with weight on her so do what you will with that info. Reblog (!!) and give me feedback (!!), please! Thank you!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

Kleio clapped her hands together for Morena, a scientist from the Marine Biological Laboratories who flew in just for the event she had been planning since the year had began. Eva, the biology teacher, had been old friends with Morena and called her up as a favor just for Kleio.

Kleio grabbed the mic from beside her and continued clapping along with the rest of the students and faculty. “Thank you Morena for that wonderful speech! Another black successful woman setting a wonderful example for our community.” She smiled and gestured for Morena to go down the stairs to exit the stage. Her eyes flitted to the doors where the other speakers would come through, waiting for Erik and his speaker to come through.

September 2018 Im sure Ive missed a few, just message me if you dont see something… you might see something you missed.

Snow ball.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Questions.

part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Parachute.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

Based on the Jill Scott Interlude.

Part 1 Part 2

Reader, Erik & Mini Series.

Mommy for the night

Daddy for the night

Mini Made

Daddy Wanted a Party

Daddy Leaves Part 1

Daddy Leaves Part 2

Mini’s Day Out

Shorts, Headcannons and requests

Four

I Love You

Ruining Each Others Life

Light Weight

Anal Plug

Homecoming

Ramonda Speaks

Pussy Power

Ice

Bubblin

Full Chapter Stories.

Price list

1 2 3

Nightland (The Vampire Story)

Welcome Home

Beyond The Trees

Family Affair

An Invitation  

Havana 

1  2  3 4  5  6 7 8

The Switch.

part 1 part 2

Michael Fics.

NSFW

Just Take Both

Split.

Number 1 Number 2 Number 3   Number 4  Number 5  Number 6 Number 7  Number 8  Number smut Number 9  

Split 2

Compilation of links to fics I highly recommend. Some of MY personal favorites. I’ll be updating this along with my masterlist. I’M NOT DONE.

Series

Split / Split 2 / Cheater. / Snow Ball @erikismybitch

Champion @killmongersgurl

Sacredly Scarred @whorderofthepheonix

Overstimulated @princessstevens

And Our Cries Fell On Deaf Ears @nemesispawn

My Dope Man / Fumbles /  @killmoncoochie

Summertime Love @blackpantherismyish

Mob Boss Zaddy / My New Toy @eriknutinthispoosy

Hoe Ass Erik / Dirty Little Secrets @vanitykocaine

Apartment Bae  @panthergoddessbast

Say My Name / Disorderly @sonofnjobu

Pray for Me @bury-me-in-the-ocean

What You Need / I’ll Be Around / Purposeful Naivety @killmvnger

Until the Quiet Comes  @muse-of-mbaku

Waffles / When You’re Mad @thehomierobbstark

One-Shot

Nothing Easy to Please @bidibidibombaclaat

Lemon @thebrokenmistakes

Midnight Marathons @lunaerly

Coconut / I love you, King @killmoncoochie

My Queen @sherrybaby14

Green Goddess / Sunday Dinner / Payback @vanitykocaine

His Personal Lawyer @eriknutinthispoosy

Just Take Both @erikismybitch

Honored to see my work on this list! Thank you!

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black! Reader

Summary: I honestly dont know. Just enjoy.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): Cursing, fluff

Song: Boo’d Up by Ella Mai

——-

You didn’t live the best neighborhood. That was no doubt. But it was still better than it could of been. It was summer time. Long warm days where the sun hung low and turned the sky pretty colors. You would sit out on the front porch as kids rode their bikes and scooters up and down the street. The smell of a grill burning would fill the air. Today was like no other. You pushed a rattail comb behind your ear as you braided the hair of your next door neighbor’s daughter.

“Girl when I tell you these niggas aint shit.” Dana muttered, placing her phone face down on the step next your feet.

Tilting her head to the side you shook your own. “I mean, are you really surprised? You see what niggas crawl from these streets.”

“You heard bout ol’ boy was looking for you?” She looked up at you.

“Who?” You stopped mid braid to stare down at her with wide eyes.

“Stevens. Erik Stevens.”

“You mean the King of fuckbois.” You frowned.

“Yeah girl. You know that nigga fucks anything that walks.”

“The fuck he want with me?” You brought your attention back to her hair, parting for another braid.

“Girl I don’t even know. You gon have to find that shit out yoself.” She shrugged, picking up her phone.

“Great…” You rolled your eyes. Your mother was standing in the kitchen window listening to the entire conversation. She knew of Erik. And she knew your stubbornness got you in trouble sometimes. She didn’t want you to get caught in his web of lies.

After you finished Dana’s hair, you said your goodbyes and made your way inside. Your mother had just finished cooking and was sitting things out on the table. Putting all the hair products up, you came in the kitchen.

”What did you cook tonight mama?” you sat down at the table.

“Pork chop, rice and corn.” She sat down at the table across from you.

“Oooh.” you wiggled as she bowed her head to begin the prayer.

While eating you saw your mother looking at you. Tilting your head, you looked back at her.

“You okay mama?” You wiped your mouth, sipping your drink.

“Yeah baby, i’m fine. You don’t need to mess with that boy.” She spoke blandly. “He ain’t no good.”

Sighing, you sat back. “I know mama. I just wanna know what he wants.” Giving her a reassuring look, she nodded.

——-

Another summer afternoon blazed down the neighborhood. This time on a weekend. As per usual, you sat on the porch. Your brown skin being kissed ever so slightly as the sun set on the far east side of the trees. You scrolled through your music as ‘Summertime’ by Will Smith played on your bluetooth speakers. You frowned as a large figure blocked the sun that was making you feel so warm.

“Aye, nigga move out the wa-” You sentence came to a pause as you looked up to see what asshole was blocking your sun. It was Erik. The King of Fuckbois himself. His hair was in a picked out afro. Standing in a snug grey wife beater with basketball shorts that hung low enough to show the waistband of his boxers. Calvin Klein. Figures.

“What up Y/N?” He smirked, still not moving from towering over you.

“Fuck you want Stevens?” You rolled your eyes, sitting your phone down. You didn’t have time for his foolishness.

‘It’s like that ma?” He chuckled, shifting his weight still smirking. As much as you hated to admit. The nigga was fine as hell. No doubt. His muscular chest bulging out of his shirt. The way his dimples made their presence known with even the slightly grin. He had it all. No wonder girls were lining up to get a piece of him.

“Yes nigga you blocking my sun. So it is like that.” You were sitting back against the top stair, looking up at him with a unamused look on your face.

“My bad. My bad.” He put his hands up in surrender as he moved out of the way.

“Good. Now as i said. The fuck you want Stevens?” Your face shifted to look at him.

“I heard you could dread hair.” He put his hands in his pockets, raising one of his brows. They seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes.

“And if i can?” You looked at him unphased.

“Could you dread my hair? Tell me your price and i gotchu.” you rolled your eyes, he did seem like a guy who would spoil a chick if he so pleased. Huffing to yourself, you sat up.

“Sit down Stevens. I’ll be right back.” You rose from the porch step and adjusted your shorts, making your way into the house to get the hair products. Fumbling through the draws, you got everything you needed. But not before grabbing a cold gatorade from the fridge. Smacking the back of his head he sat up and allowed you to sit behind him.

“Aye. I can deal with the attitude but you ain’t gon be hitting me like that.” He looked over his shoulder at you. Smacking his forehead with the comb you made him turn his head back around.

“Nigga shut up.”  You began the process of dreading his hair while his finger absentmindedly rubbed circles in your calf muscle. His hair was soft and silky, you could get your hands tangled in it any day.

“When you start doing hair, ma? I can tell you been doing it for a while.” He was trying for small talk. Cute.

“Since I was around 7. Baby dolls and shit.” you twisted his hair around the comb and hummed. In the distance, you could hear the music from the ice cream truck coming down the street. You hadn’t had ice cream in so long so you stopped with Erik’s hair.

“Why you stop?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up at you.

“Nigga I want some ice cream that’s why.” You stood up, swinging your leg over his head and pulled a 5 dollar bill out of your borderline booty shorts and walked out of the gate from your house.

“Get me a spiderman!” Erik shouted from the porch.

“If I get you anything, it’s gon be whatever the hell I so choose.” You switched your hips walking to the side parked truck. This was going to be an interesting process.

——

“Aye girl.” You heard an all too familiar voice call you as you got out of your car. Mentally rolling your eyes, you turned around.

“Hey Erik.” You closed the car door and leaned against the car.

“How was your day?” He placed a hand on the hood of the car, leaning into place a kiss on your cheek. You allowed him, letting a smile poke through your lips.

“Boy since when do you care ‘bout anybody’s day but your own?” You looked up at him, a grin that showed his gold fangs plastered on his face.

“Well, I gotta make sure my favorite hairdresser doing good. Can’t have her fucking up my shit ‘cause somebody pissed in her cornflakes.” He chuckled as you pushed on his chest to move him out of the way.

“First of all, I’m your only hairdresser. Let somebody fuck up my shit and imma cut you nigga. Second of all, I hate cornflakes. Them shits bland as fuck.” You opened the door to the house as Erik erupted with laughter. Your mother was on another business trip. Successful black woman. You couldn’t blame her for securing her bag even though you missed her like hell.

“You funny as fuck, yo.” He had invited himself inside. As he did often.

Emerging from your room in more comfortable clothes, you plopped on the couch.

“Is that all you wanted Stevens? I know you don’t need your hair retwisted.” you glanced at his hair as it hung down in his face. “I just retwisted them last week.” He shook his head and moved across the room to sit down next to you.

“Nah, wanted to know what’s the move tonight?” Erik brushed his hair out of his face and looked at you.

“Staying my black ass on this couch and ordering take out. I’ve been on my feet all day. I don’t got the energy to go out.” You grabbed the TV remote and leaned back on the couch. This meeting become a habitual thing for you and Erik. Ever since you started doing his hair, he came around a lot more. Sometimes after playing ball with his friends that left him shirtless and dripping with sweat. Sometimes just to chill and watch the neighborhood as children ran rampant up and down the streets until the streets lights came on. Erik had been around so much, your mother started to retract some of the things she had said about him. But she still had her doubts. Every mother does.

“Well I hope you don’t mind the extra company.” Erik kicked off his shoes and draped his arm over the back of the couch. You nearly dropped your phone when those words came from his mouth. You gasped, being dramatic of course.

“Whaaaat? The world famous hoe Erik Stevens ain’t rearranging the guts of one of his hoes tonight? Oh my god the world is ending.” you placed the order for the takeout and placed your phone on the table.

“I don’t have hoes. I dropped all my hoes months ago.” He wiggled his head, in a factual manner.

“Lügen.” You leaned back, causing his arm to drop on your shoulder.

Chuckling, he rubbed your shoulder. “Mädchen, ich sage die Wahrheit.”

“Show me then.” You snuggled into his side. Pulling out his phone and unlocking it, Erik scrolled through all his messages. No thots or hoes in sight. You were honestly shocked.

“Erik i’m so proud of yoooou.” you nudged his side, looking at him. 

“Girl, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “How long before the food get here? A nigga hungry as fuck.” 

“Like ten minutes.” You were scrolling through netflix, trying to find something good to watch.

“Why don’t we-”

“Negro, we are not watching anime for the 30th time.”

“You no fun bruh. I swear.’

——

It was getting late. The sun made its way behind the trees and the streetlights sprung alive. 

“Yo moms on another business trip?” Erik’s head had made its way to your lap as the evening progressed. Your fingers rubbing small circles in his scalp. 

“Yeah. Making that coin.” You looked down at him. He was playing with the hem of your shorts.

“How you stay here all by yoself? You don’t get lonely sometimes?” he looked up at you, his gaze meeting yours. 

“Of course I get lonely. That’s just human nature. But it’s not like i got somebody to come hold me every night until she gets back home.” You sighed.

“Yeah you do.” he smiled softly as you tilted your head in confusion. 

“Who? You know something I don’t?” Your hand moved from his head and picked a piece of fuzz out of his mustache. 

“Me. I could stay here with you.” He sat up, looking at you. You were taken aback. Did he just offer to stay the night with you just because you were lonely? Him out of all people.

“I-I mean… that’s fine with me..”

“Cool. Cool.” He stood up from the couch and stretched causing his stomach to peek from under his shirt. Rubbing his eyes he yawned.

“Imma head to your room. Down the hall to the left, right?” He grabbed his phone off the table.

“Yeah.” And with that he walked away, disappearing down the hallway.

——

After you finished cleaning everything up and made sure the front door was locked you finally made your journey to your room. Pushing your door open, your eyes met a shirtless Erik. Laid out on the bed with one of his legs hanging off the side of the bed. His basketball shorts hung low on the hips while he aimlessly scrolled through his phone.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna bring yo tired ass to bed?” His voice dripped with sleepiness.

“I need to change.” You muttered, closing your door and walking to your dresser. Pulling out a big t-shirt and some underwear, you went to the bathroom and lazily changed. Usually you would sleep without clothes but you had a guest and he wasn’t ready for all that. You at least had the decency to wear a shirt and underwear. Fuck a bra. After what seemed like forever you trudged to your bed and plopped face down next to Erik. You heard him chuckle but you didn’t have the energy to lift your head. Taking a deep breathe, you lifted your body up and come up to the head of the bed. You plugged your phone in and laid back on your pillow.

“You always this tired?” You glanced over at Erik who was laying on his side with his head on his fist. His dreads thrown to the side.

“Yeah. Work has been exhausting lately.” You yawned again.

“You sound like you need a day off.” a soft smile peeled his lips apart.

“I do.” you sighed.

“Then call out tomorrow. You and me could just chill.” Your head snapped to him. You searched his face for any signs of joking but there wasn’t any.

Shaking his head, he chuckled.

“Just go to sleep Y/N. And you can make your decision in the morning.” Nodding, you turned on your side with your back facing Erik. Pulling the blanket over you both Erik turned off the lamp next to your bed. You had been to drift to sleep when you felt the weight on the bed shift. Feeling a strong arm around you, you melted back into Erik’s chest. You were really spooning the King of Fuckbois. What the actually hell. Your body froze when you felt his large hand creep its way between your thighs. But it didn’t move. It just rested there. Your mind was honestly racing 100 miles a minute but your exhaustion took you out way before your thoughts could.

——-

Translation

Lügen : Lies

Mädchen, ich sage die Wahrheit: Girl, I am telling the truth.

Ya man cool with this?

Updated version

Patterns: What happens when Killmonger meets someone as desensitized as him?

 Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8.5, Part 9, Part 9.5, Part 10, Part 10.5, Part 11, Part 11.5, Part 12, Part 12.5, Part 13, Part 13.5, Part 14, Part 14.5, Part 14.5-B, Part 15, Part 16

Bridal Party: When good friends make bad choices for good times with a bad guy.

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Patterns: What happens when Killmonger meets someone as desensitized as him?

 Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8.5, Part 9, Part 9.5, Part 10, Part 10.5, Part 11, Part 11.5, Part 12, Part 12.5, Part 13, Part 13.5, Part 14, Part 14.5, Part 14.5-B, Part 15

Bridal Party: When good friends make bad choices for good times with a bad guy.

If I try to do more than one story at a time, I’ll never finish. 

Patterns: What happens when Killmonger meets someone as desensitized as him?

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Part 2

Part 2.5

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 8.5

Part 9

Part 9.5 

Part 10

Part 10.5

Part 11

Part 11.5 

Part 12

Part 12.5

Part 13

Part 13.5

Super surprised at the response! I don’t want to confirm some of the things that have been said but know that what I am very happy to know what I wrong came off the way it did. Comments, questions, concerns, newborns, bitcoins, puppies. All are accepted.

Part 1

Not long after the lunch shift ended, Ava got the text from Simone. Tonight’s menu consisted of petit filet with gorgonzola and porcini mushrooms, sour cream and horseradish mashed potatoes, and glazed carrots with pecans. Bitch wanted a cheesecake too.

Ava remembered the routine. She would park a couple of blocks down the street, sneak in through the back door, try not to get distracted by Tank being cute, and go to town. The heat today was particularly getting to her so she tried to finished as soon as possible but she never cut corners. Need pecans? She’ll crack the nuts. Horseradish? She’ll grate it. Potatoes? She’ll peel them. She was putting more effort in their marriage than they were.

Time was cutting extremely close. She plated the meal for two, lit the candles, prepared a special version of the meal for Tank, and was finishing up the dishes. By now Simone would be there prepared to pretend to be Susie Homemaker. 

“Where’s mom Tank?” She looked at the clock on the wall as she scrubbed the last pot. Tank was pacing under her the whole time catching scraps.

The engine of Erik’s Acura’s roared from the driveway.

“Fuck!” Ava dropped everything where it was and searched around for her shoes. She tried to grab them to run out but Tank decided to turn it into a game and beat her to the shoe. He tugged back and forth with her as she kept her eye on the door. “Fuck it.” She made a run for the front door with one shoe.

“Nope, turn you ass around.” Erik was standing there with his arms crossed. Tank dropped the shoe and ran over to his best friend.

“You can’t say anything. Please don’t say anything.”

“Simone burns water. You really think I didn’t know this whole time that she wasn’t cooking.”  Erik tosses a ball in the yard that Tank quickly ran after.

“I don’t know. I thought you would think she maybe got take out.”

“You really think she’s getting out of the car for that?” He took the ball from Tank and rolled it into the house. “What did you cook?” He walked towards the kitchen with his nose in the air.

“Petit filet, mashed potatoes, and carrots.” She followed behind him shutting the door. He went over to the sink to wash off his hands and eyed the dishes that were already drying.

“Nah, its not no simple mashed potatoes. What did you put in it?” He stuck his finger in it to taste it. “Fuck that’s some creamy shit.”

“Thanks…? I’m gonna get going.”

“Stay. Sit.”

“No, you know I cooked this for the 2 of you.”

“And you know that I know that you cooked this. Sit or I’m telling Simone.” He reached in the cabinet to get another place setting.

“Really Erik, it is fine. I still have to prep for tomorrow.”

“Are you hard of hearing? You’re not going anywhere. Ain’t Simone tell you that you was supposed to eat with us tonight?”

“No…?”

“Well you are. Set up your place. I’ll be back.” He took another taste of the mashed potatoes and went upstairs with his 60lb shadow following.

“Shit.” The water from the shower upstairs could be heard echoing through the house.

As Ava was setting up her place at the table, Simone finally came sporting blonde hair.

“What the fuck Ava? Why are you still here?” She hissed at her through her teeth.

“Me? Where the fuck have you been? Bitch we had a deal.”

“Babe, you’re home.” Erik walked over to her still holding his shirt in his hands. “A, said you stepped out to get wine. Did you find the one you were looking for?”

“No, but I put an order in. I wanted to beat you home to surprise you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose into it.

“Oh believe me, I was.” Erik’s focus shifted to Ava who was busy admiring the scars on his body.

“Ava? Dear? Can you go get the wine from the kitchen?” Ava was locked in a trance of the muscles rippling over Erik’s body. “Ava! Jesus! Get your own!” Simone snapped.

“Huh? Sorry. I’ll get it.” She walked into the kitchen slapping her palm to her forehead.

Dinner was as delicious as it always was when Ava made it. It was so good that Simone drowned her agitation in the wine from Erik’s lack of a response to her. He was too busy stuffing his face.

“What’s for dessert?” He looked at Ava.

“Yeah, what did you plan Simone?” She kicked him under the table before taking another sip of wine.

“It was supposed to be a cheesecake but time got away from me.”

“Oh no. My favorite.” The sound of Erik’s condescending disappointment made Ava chuckle.

“I promise I’ll have something else sweet for you to eat tonight.” Simone leaned over to kiss her husband. He was anticipating an innocent peck that turned into full on oral coitus. The sight of their tongues wrestling and the sound of the smacking was ruining Ava’s appetite. She started sliding food to Tank since they weren’t paying attention.

“It is getting late. I gotta prepare for tomorrow.” Ava pushed her seat out to stand.

“Stay. I feel like we never talk. You’re here practically everyday. Its like there’s a stranger in my home.” The look in Erik’s eye shifted from lusting after his wife to interrogating the woman who absentmindedly covers for his wife.

“What is there to talk about?” She scooted forward. Erik never gave a fuck about her.

“Anything. I know nothing about you.”

“My name is Ava. I have a food truck.” She answers in a valley-girl accent and pretends to flip her hair.

“An amazing food truck. Nationally ranked.” Simone included.

“So you’re a cook?” Erik switch plates with Simone.

“Chef.” Ava corrected him while looking down at Tank.

“Chefs go to culinary school.” 

“I did. Cooking and baking.” Ava eyed how much Erik was eating. If she knew he was this much of a fan of her cooking, she would have used it to get on his good side a long time ago.

“You did?” Simone was back to not being on her side.

“Sure did.”

“Why work on a food truck instead of a restaurant?” Erik’s hostility softened.

“Same reason you would become a mercenary instead of a soldier. Different rules. Just being able to call more shots.” Tank left her to beg someone else for food.

“Did you ever work in a restaurant?” Simone squinted.

“Yeah. The Gilded Pig on 40th? That’s where I started.”

“That’s a Michelin star restaurant.” She choked on the remaining wine in her glass.

“Yeah, I got it for them.”

“Wait what! This whole time I’ve had a professional chef in my house and I never knew? I should have you cooking our dinners every night.” She finished her 3rd glass of wine and got up to get more. Erik shot Ava a look that questioned his own sanity to his wife’s ignorance. Ava looked up and gave a small smile.

“Here. Don’t mention it.” He slid a couple of hundreds to her under the table.

“Erik, its a pleasure. Really.”

“Shut the fuck up and take the money.” She looked down to count the money and there was way more than what she spent on the meal. “Can you make the grits with the bacon and jalepenos tomorrow?” She looked up and nodded before tucking the money into her pocket.

“You know what else you don’t know about her? She’s fucking a football player.” Simone taunted.

“No I’m not. She’s a cunt. Don’t listen to her.” Erik laughed at how bold Ava was becoming.

“Yes she is. He’s retired but he’s still getting those football checks.” She was struggling to open the new bottle.

“Baby, let me get that.” He got up to take the bottle from her.

“Let’s go in the other room. Come, come.” She reached out to Ava and pulled her into the living room. Erik sat behind her and refilled all of their glasses.

“Is that a tattoo?” Erik darted his eyebrows to her arm.

“Yeah. I got a few.” She took a sip feeling herself become sleepy.

“Why?” Erik leaned back and Simone laid on his chest.

“Memories. Why do you have the scars?”

“Ssshhh, we don’t talk about it A.” Simone reached for the glass. Ava knew the deal with the scars but never heard it from Erik’s mouth.

An awkward silence fell on the room as Ava slid to the floor to rub Tank down and Simone was risking spilling on her cream carpet.

“Ava, do you want children?” Simone was still focused on her glass.

“Um… no. Never interested me.”

“Are you able to have them?” Erik eyed her as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

“I mean probably. Never tried.”

“Obviously if you’re back to dry humping fuckers.”

“Simone!” Ava was embarrassed and decided it really want time to call it a night. “Have a good one you too. Tank, always a pleasure.” Erik and Simone were laughing at her as she headed out for the night.

“What’s up Humpty Dumpty?” Simone called Ava the following morning.

“What do you want?” She whine as Bryce held on tighter to her from behind.

“Join me and Erik for dinner tonight at the The Gilded Pig.”

“I just ate with you guys last night.”

“And it was fun. Let’s do it again tonight.” The echo from the call let her know that Simone had her on speaker at work.

“Sure.” Her eyes were closing again.

“Oh and you get the table. Byeeee.” She hung up before Ava could protest.

“Fucking bitch.” Ava threw her phone to the other end of the bend and went back to sleep.

She didn’t see Simone until that night at dinner. She knew she didn’t have the balls to show up to the truck since she was putting everything on Ava to get them a table. Luckily she still knew some of the members of the staff there to make it happen.

“I honestly have never had a steak like this before.” Erik’s eyes were hooded after the first bite.

“This is incredible. I don’t know why you would leave all of this.” Simone blocked Erik’s fork from touching her food.

“Just a personal choice.” She poked at the pasta she’s had more times than she could remember.

“What’s next for you?” Erik’s manners went out the window. Ava watched bits of meat roll around in his mouth.

“Thinking about opening my own restaurant. Something small.” She pushed her plate forward which Erik’s gladly took multiple portions from.

“What’s stopping you?” He put a small portion on Simone’s plate and was met with disdain.

“The same thing that stops a lot of people from achieving their goals. Money. Between equipment, permits, licenses, staff, its not cheap.”

“Did you have a timeline that you wanted to achieve all of this?” Simone piped up.

“Within the next 3 years. Just gotta get the funding.” Simone looked at Erik and nudged him. “What?” Erik looked back at her and put his utensils down to take a sip of wine.

“It was your idea.” He stated.

“Ava, we were thinking. Erik is switching divisions and plans on being home more. My career is starting to take off.”

“Okay…”

“Would you be our surrogate? We would pay you of course.” Simone gave her the smile that she used to get whatever she wanted including Erik.

“I’m sorry, come again? I temporarily hallucinated.” Ava set her glass down and leaned forward.

“We would like for you to be our surrogate. We know you and trust you. And we wouldn’t have a problem paying you instead of some stranger.”

“Simone…”

“Please think about it. Just read this over. You don’t have to sign it but we can talk about it and make some adjustments.” Simone handed her a manila envelope from her purse. Erik was quiet the whole time as he watched the two of them discuss it.

“Why don’t we finish this meal then you have the rest of the night to think it over. This place got cheesecake?” Erik said to cut the tension that was developing.

“The best in the city.” Ava placed the envelope in the chair next to her as she continued to poke at her food.

The night ended with Erik agitating his wife about how amazing the cheesecake was. Ava checked out after their proposal. Erik noticed and reassured her that she could say no. He also mentioned that he still wants those grits.

The following day Ava was running behind to start the lunch shift. She couldn’t focus last night because of the bomb that was dropped by Simone. Ava always had a feeling she was the closest person to Simone but didn’t realize she was that close. 

“Guys, seriously batter more of the fish. You know its a best seller. I don’t know why you’re acting like you’ve never done this before.” Ava criticized her team.

“Okay Ava.” Beatrice could tell something was bothering her but let it roll off.

“This grill isn’t hot enough. Please move. I will work the grill today. Just assemble and don’t get heavy handed with the sauce.” Ava moved Beatrice’s sister. She liked when it was just the two of them but as they gained more popularity, she needed more assistance on the truck.

“Chill Ava.” Bea warned her.

“You do realize you just told me to chill as I’m standing in front of a grill in 93 degree weather in the middle of summer?” Ava realized how loud she was getting and covered her face. “Please everyone let’s just get this going.”

Beatrice and her sister let Ava’s tantrum go. She was doing a much better on the grill than they would be and the last thing Ava wanted to hear was praise for it.

Simone came up at one point to speak to Ava, or get free food, but could hear the frustration in Ava’s voice before seeing her. 

“You know what to do! I don’t know why you’re not doing it! Move!” Ava slid down the line and started assembling orders in record time.

“Hey, where’s Ava?” Simone asked Beatrice.

“Now isn’t a good time Simone.” She kept taking orders.

“It’s important.”

“Then she can call you.”

“Don’t you know who I am?” Beatrice stood straight and turned to Ava.

“Handle this bitch or I will.”

“What? What couldn’t wait?” Ava stuck her head in the window.

“Have you had t—“

“No Simone and I will call you when I do. Now just isn’t a good time.” Ava turned around to go back to the grill. Beatrice returned to the window and gave Simone a look telling her to move on.

Simone walked away upset back into her building. Closer to the end of the lunch time, Bryce showed up looking for his freebie.

“Hey, can I borrow her or is now a bad time?”

“Thank you! Thank you for asking young man. And for that, you will get your weird crack lemonade.” Beatrice poured his drink and nudged Ava. She cooked off the rest of the meat and came outside.

“What happened? Wait, let me guess. Simone?” He was almost finished the drink.

“Always.” For some reason Ava was on the brink of tears. Taco Tuesdays are always overwhelming but adding the pressure of renting out her womb for nine months was really about to shut her down.

“What did she say?”

“You know this isn’t me. I don’t have fits or snap at my staff. I’ve worked in Michelin star kitchens. I’ve been on the Food Network. I had Anthony Bourdain on speed dial. Gordon Ramsey knows my name. This is my world and people don’t come into my world making demands.” Ava started pacing with her hands on her hips.

“Right.” Bryce had the right instinct to stand there and nod.

“This is my world. This truck is my baby. I make that grill my bitch. I am the grill bitch. Let someone come for my steak au poivre. Bitch, I am steak au poivre.”

“Sure.” He nodded amused.

“You ask big things of me pertaining to this. To my skills. Not to anything else. This is what I’m good at. Not anything else.”

“Babe…”

“No, no. That is how the world works. You become an expert in something that way you’re worth is more.”

“And what are you worth?”

“In the kitchen? More than you can afford boo.”

“Slay.” He said unenthusiastically. Ava couldn’t help but to break out of funk.

“Stop. I’m serious. I don’t like when people expect me to be good at something I never claim to be. I am a chef. I cook. I’ve cooked for the Obamas and also the Real Housewives of Atlanta. I have some sort of clout.”

“What did she ask you to do?” He is still lost on what brought this all on.

“The bitch won’t say!” Beatrice yells from the truck.

“I’m sorry. Forget it. How has your day been?” Ava rested her hands on his shoulders.

“The usual. Nothing fun.”

“Bryce… let me live vicariously through you.” She whined.

“Uh, some guys from the team invited me out to this weekend. Do you wanna come?”

“Me? In a club? You know I’m just a chef right? I’m more watch my artisanal-organic-jello-jiggle than this right?” She grabbed her butt.

“Yes, yet I am still inviting you. Come on. You’re welcomed to come too.” He looked over at Beatrice.

“No.” Bea was quick to not engage with anyone socially if she didn’t have to.

“Well guess its just you and me.”

“I guess it is.” Ava kissed Bryce for the first time in public.

“Tank, seriously. If you get diabetes, its not my fault.” Ava was plating the dinner she was setting up for Simone and Erik. Tonight’s meal was the requested grits with bacon, jalepenos, and gouda, her special fried chicken, collard greens, and cornbread. No Jiffy.

“Damn ma! You are fucking it up tonight.” Erik was home earlier than he usually was.

“Yeah, I made the grits you wanted. I just need to coat the chicken one more time and cut up the cornbread. Did you need anything from me?”

“Teach my wife.” He was picking at the greens with his hands. Ava hasn’t realized it but she had a look of disgust as Erik shoveled food into his mouth. “Fix your face before I fix it for you.”

“Can you not wait until your wife gets here?”

“She gets here, I have to talk. I’d rather do other things than talk.” Erik pressed against her. Luckily Tank hopped onto his back paws and rest his front on Erik.

“I think he wants to go outside.” Ava stepped away to load the dishwasher. 

“Is that what you want boy? Let’s go.” Erik the dog out back. 

Ava was finishing up the placing the food in the dining room when she heard Simone pull up.

“I was never here.” She whispered to Erik as she slipped out the backdoor.

“What am I supposed to say?” He whispered back to her.

“I don’t know. Pretend like you just got home or something. I did my part.” Ava was starting to climb the trash can to hop the fence.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Don’t break my shit.” He pulled her back and unhooked the door in the fence.

“It was stuck…” She refused to make eye contact with him scurried down the street.

“Oh my God Ava! That meal! That more than makes up for how you spoke to me today.” Simone was Facetiming Ava in the bathroom.

“I do all that I can.” She was in the midst of marinating pounds of wings for Wing Wednesday. It brought out fans of her truck that weren’t from corporate America.

“Seriously, Erik was scraping the bowl with the grits in it. Such a savage that man. Have you considered our offer?” Simone never looked up at her. Not once. She was too focused on applying $300 lotion to herself.

“I’m still looking over it. I will get back you this weekend.” She planned on avoiding her until after the weekend.

“Please do. Otherwise we’ll have to start looking elsewhere.”

“Why do you want to use a surrogate again? Why can’t you carry the child?”

“Its just not a good career move for me.” Ava paused at that statement. The arrogance of this woman was unbearable.

“Babe, who you talking to?” Erik walked into frame in all his naked glory.

“Ava.” She didn’t have the audacity to even look up at him.

“Ask her what she put in them grits. Got me feeling some type of way.” He wrapped his arms around his wife and started grinding into her. Simone’s eyes started to close at his touch until he burped very loudly in her ear which he found funny.

“Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me Erik?” She pushed him off of her and kept pushing him. “That shit isn’t funny.” She slapped him hard across the face.

“Are you fucking serious Simone? Did you really just fucking do that?”

“You are so fucking disgusting.” She stood toe to toe with him screaming.

At first Ava was going to ignore and only peeked to catch a glimpse of the little but not little Erik but the sound of that slap captivated her.

“Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me again Simone or I swear to God it’ll be like last time.” He grabbed her arms and shook her.

“Fuck you Erik, you fucking pi—.” Ava disconnected the call. She didn’t want any parts or any evidence of having witnessed whatever just happened.

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