Reelwriter19 - Rita Louise Watson

That part.

if a black woman is being vocal about her experiences with and thoughts on combatting racism and your immediate response is to criticize her tone and request that she deliver it in a way that is “less agreessive” and makes you more comfortable, then you were never really listening. otherwise you’d understand why we’re so passionate in the first place. periodt.

Lights Out

Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader 

Warnings: ANGST, Fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 2200

“Shit!!!” Erik yelled accompanied by a loud thud so jarring it woke you out of the first sleep you were getting in days.

You replied in a pleading, groggy whisper. “E please! You’re gonna wake the baby. What the hell are you doing anyway?”

“The power went out…and he’s already up.”

You heard your sons faint cry on the monitor and rose from your favorite armchair in the living room like a zombie to go feed, burp, change, cuddle…whichever of the nine things, if not all, that he required at this ungodly hour. You chose to nap here because Erik was PMS’ing…again. You knew raising a child with this stubborn ass man wouldn’t be easy, but lately Erik was on another level of pissing you off. His latest complaint was the fact that you babied Bakari too much.

“But he’s 4 months old E!” ...you exclaimed. He thought he should already be sleeping on his own.

You argued that you’re still breastfeeding and it’s a trek to get to him in the middle of the night. “Are you gonna start producing something more than keloids and muscles out of that chest for him instead?!”

You knew there was a root cause to Erik’s frustration, but you also knew that he needed time to express his feelings. Extra time that you didn’t have to give right now. So, for the third night in a row, he went to bed angry, while you took care of Bakari in his nursery and attempted to find peace in your comfy chair in between.

Brushing passed your husband without so much as a glance, you walk towards the hallway.

“I did that already.”

“You fed him?”

“Yeah..”

“And changed his…”

“Yes Y/N…that’s what I’m sayin, damn.

Bakari’s cries got louder by the minute.

“E…I’m exhausted. Don’t come at me with this attitude tonight ok?! I’m not beat for your shit right now.”

You make your way into your sons’ nursery and gently lift him from his crib. He’s beyond fussy but won’t latch on…not hungry. His diaper is dry…wow, Erik actually did that too. Bouncing Bakari lightly as you pace the room, you start to hum a melody hoping this will work.

“He’s hot…” Erik appeared at the door. “He’s pissed cuz there’s no air circulating. I opened the window, thought the rain would calm him down but clearly. Come on, let’s go…”

You look down to see three bags at Erik’s feet, one being an expertly packed diaper bag.

“Go where E? It’s a whole storm outside. And it’s 3AM.”

“The rain let up and it’s not windy anymore. Don’t you trust me?” You scoffed…

“Just come on girl.”

The three of you piled into Erik’s huge truck. He held the door as you secured Bakari in, choosing to sit next to him in the backseat just in case he started screaming again. Movement always helped when he was this antsy, but you were way too tired to do your usual laps around the loft to get him to sleep this time.

Erik slammed the driver’s side door, which of course scared the baby, making him scream yet again. You shot him a cold look in the rearview mirror.

“My bad.”

Addressing your son in baby talk…

“It’s okay my love…don’t cry. Daddy’s trying to take your place this week. Did he steal some of your diaper’s tonight Bakari? Is that the real reason why he was in your room?? You can tell mama…”

Erik just shook his head. Your teasing, the AC blasting and the sound of the open road actually did the trick. Bakari went from sobbing to giggling to REM sleep in no time. You didn’t bother asking Erik where you were going because, let’s be honest, you knew he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, so you decided to knock out also.

2 hours later

Erik hopped out of the truck and took the bags in to the house. He then gently took his son out of his seat before waking you up.

“Y/N…babe we’re here.”

“Are we back home?”

“Well, home for a few days yeah.”

You reluctantly took Erik’s hand as he helped you out of the car. One quick but GOOD nap wasn’t going to make you suddenly forget that you were mad at him.

“Did you remember to bring…”

“Your pump? I got everything Y/N. And whatever I didn’t pack is available here.”

Erik led you into a BEAUTIFUL beach house. Still holding Bakari, he smirked at your reaction to this surprise. Kissing you on your temple, thoroughly amused at your shocked expression…

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go put him down.”

You couldn’t even answer. Mesmerized by the sound of the waves crashing, you walked towards the back of the open concept house in awe. The infinity pool overlooked a beautiful pre-dawn sky and the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils was intoxicating. Truth be told, you wanted Erik to rip your clothes off and take you right here on this patio, but you needed to suppress that urge for the time being.

He walked up behind you, slowly placing his arms around your waist. It had been days since he touched you, his unexplained mood keeping you both in your individual corners of the boxing ring that had become your home. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lean into him. He traced a line from your ear lobe to your shoulder with his lips. You were a goner.

“Baby…who’s house is this?”

“It’s ours.”

You turned to face him. Erik had a sly grin on his face, a sight you also hadn’t seen in a very long time. Playfully hitting his chest… “Erik stop playin’. Did you steal this house? Are the owners on vacation and coming back in the morning? What’s the deal? Should I go grab Bakari now or…?” Erik caught your hand as you pretended to walk away. He had to admit that he missed this side of you too.  

“It’s kind of an inheritance thing. T’s dumbass was gonna get rid of it. Talkin’ bout some…’N’Jadaka, I live in Wakanda, why on earth do I need a house by this polluted Californian ocean?’”

You were laughing hysterically at this point. You loved when Erik impersonated T’Challa’s accent…he was SO BAD at it. You were softening up again, dammit this man was good at getting you to let your guard down. You moved closer to him, hands on his shoulders as he bit his bottom lip….he knew that made you weak too. His hands were now roaming your hips and cheeks.

“Oh really…that’s what he said huh?”

“Yep, just like that. So, I told him, T, don’t you dare get rid of this house. It’s a family keepsake, you know. My badass wife and beautiful son deserve this house T. So here we are.”

“Here we are….”

His lips finally overtook yours. All concern for previous arguments melted away as Erik lifted your legs around his waist and carried you to a lounge chair. He then ripped your clothes off and had his way with you. Filling you almost immediately, the sound of the crashing waves was no match for the moans you released finally feeling his touch again.

A little later…

You walked back out towards the pool wrapped in a blanket to rejoin Erik who was still sprawled, bare chest and as sexy as ever on the chaise lounge. The sun had just started to rise, and you couldn’t be more grateful for this moment with your man.

Nestling back into his side, Erik’s hands found their way back to some of his favorite spots on your body.

“Is he ok?”

“Yeah, I fed him, and he went right back to sleep. I think he loves it here too.”

“Y/N, I owe you an apology.” You stayed silent, this was rare, and you didn’t want any sudden movements to make him change his mind. Erik wasn’t big on words or explanations. He covered you and Bakari like no one else could. You felt protected and loved beyond measure, but there was something about having a child that opened up a new well in Erik’s heart. You fell more and more in love with him in these last few months, which was why the difference in his recent behavior had caught you so off guard.

You sat up slightly to face him, encouraging him to continue.

“I started having dreams about my pops. At first, they were nice, we’d be chillin at the playground when I was a kid or on the courts playin’ ball. He’d be laughing with me, pushing me on a swing. I’d smile cuz I’d think about those times that I’d have with B…then the dreams got dark. My mother would appear, her eyes real dark, black…and she’d end up killing me or my father in one of the dreams. Every time she’d laugh about it and I couldn’t do anything but watch. I was stuck in the corner of the room, in that same blue hoodie I was wearing when I found my dad. She’d walk over and whisper shit like, ‘you’ll never have what we had’, ‘you can never be free’. And then I’d pop up.”

By the time he finished there were tears streaming down both of your faces. You kissed his away and held him close.

“Erik, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to; I just didn’t want to scare you. The first time it happened it was really late, and you were in the other room singing to Bakari. The two of you were so peaceful…so I just listened to your voice with him and that calmed me down. I had another one a few days ago. She was in our room, standing over B’s rocker, just staring at him with those dark eyes. Then she looked over at you sleeping with your hand on him. I was stuck to the damn bed, couldn’t move. That shit was so real Y/N”

“That’s why you didn’t want him in the room.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do. That seemed like the most immediate solve at the time.”

You readjusted to straddle Erik’s lap. Your love language was touch and luckily you knew Erik found peace the closer you were to him. You felt his heart beating as you retraced the scars on his chest. You steadied your hand there for a minute as he continued.

“T noticed something was off with me…”, finishing the sentence in unison…

“…because he’s T.” You both laughed. You were so grateful for his family and the second chance he had been given with them, in these very moments especially.

“Anyway, his nosy ass told my auntie about the dreams, but she really helped. She reminded me that my parents really did love me, even my mother. And that the dreams were just traces of my old life of violence refusing to die. I guess because…”

“Because you don’t think you deserve this joy…a chance at real peace?”

“Yeah…” He tried to break his gaze from your loving eyes, but you wouldn’t allow it. You held his face and kissed him softly. You moved slowly, hoping that the connection of your lips to his would somehow reassure him of who he was…recharging him in some way.

“Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka. You are my king. I loved you before I knew about your past, I loved you after I found out all of the secrets you tried to hide and since you’ve made me a mother to our gift, I’ve managed to love you even more. I feel safe, adored and beautiful when I’m with you, baby. And you know what, that little boy back there already loves and adores you too. You can calm him down in minutes…you already make him laugh. I know this hasn’t been easy, but you’ve earned this happiness. Life isn’t perfect, babe. But all of that darkness is behind us now. Let me be here for you too. We have a very bright future ahead, but I need you present and here with us to enjoy it…all of you.”

“I gotchu princess. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Erik suddenly had a mischievous look in his eyes. You jumped up because you knew him all too well, but not fast enough. He started tickling you and laughing like a lunatic.

“Erik, stop! Your behind goes from 0 to a thousand in seconds!”

He pauses for a minute, getting close to your ear.

“Let’s make another baby.”

You laugh even louder now at this ridiculous notion and try to escape his arms.

“Uh huh! This birth control stays IN Mr. Stevens! Too soon…WAY too soon. I don’t love you that much.”

He chased you inside and into the bedroom. Hovering over you on this perfect king-sized bed, ready to pounce. There was no way you’d be willing to have another baby this soon, but there was absolutely no harm in practicing the latest techniques with this gorgeous man you cherished while Bakari finally slept peacefully in the other room.

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The accuracy!

Just A Bit Longer

CountryBoy!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short for my girl's who love Southern Erik. Happy National Black Family Cookout Day, as I seen some one post here. I hope this doesn't feel rushed y'all. Enjoy!

A wooden picnic table sat off to the right of the barn. Several plates, silverware, and pieces of decor adorned the table. Music played from the speakers balanced on the fence posts, flowing over the handful of people at the small gathering. Your dust covered boots were your guide as you approached the decorated area.

A small group of men and their wives stood in separate groups around the grill, talking amongst each other. A few kids playing with the horses in the gated area beside the barn. You smiled as Erik's younger cousin shouted her hello, running over to give you a hug before she went back to the horses. When your eyes found Erik's, he was already looking at you.

He tucked both his hands in his pockets as you eased over to him, trying to hold back his smile. Dimples giving him away. You chuckled as you came to a stop before him. Raising an eyebrow, your lips gifted him a teasing smirk. "Always being the perfect nephew. It fits you, Stevens."

He let his smile break through fully, shoulders bouncing. "That's true, but I'd be the perfect husband too" Wiggling his eyebrows, he caught both your hands with his. Bringing them to his pillow lips to allow them to press a kiss to your soft skin.

You felt your body heat up, butterflies in your stomach beginning to flutter. The smile on your lips became larger and you allowed him to pull you into a hug. "I missed you, thickems." His voice seemed to growl in appreciation, humming to send a vibration through you and straight to yo-

"Erik and his princess, sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G." You both looked to the singing trio of girls, giggling as they sang. From across the yard, Aunt Nina called for them to leave her love birds alone. Which pulled a few teasing whistles from uncles in the group she stood by.

One of the little girls stuck their tongue out at Erik and he did it back, making all of them laugh before they ran off. You watched them, smiling softly as they left. "They're so cute."

Erik laughed as he lead you both to the table, "Cute as hell until they don't get their way. Then it's another story. I learned that the hard way." You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for the story. "I watched them once when my aunt and uncle went out of town for work. Since I'm good with kids and I didn't mind. The youngest one, Bri-Bri, ain't like when I told her she couldn't get another cookie.. let's just say she got her cookie."

You laughed at that, imagining how Erik looked when she threw a tantrum. He could barely tell you no, so it wasn't a surprise that he gave into her. A part of you wished you could've seen him with them, watching him show off his fatherly potential.

"Dance with me?" His voice broke your thoughts, making you look to him. He stood before you with a grin as he held out a hand.

"You know I can't dance.." You pouted, looking up at him from your seat at the table. He let out a laugh, lifting you from the bench with a laugh. Holding his hand, you kept his gaze as he walked backwards from the tables and people that surrounded them.

"Come on. I'll take it easy on you." He teased with a little shoulder dance as he backed you both onto the dusty dance floor. "You trust me, right? Relax.."

He wiggled his thick eyebrows, smiling big enough to show a glimpse of his golden caps. Pulling you closer, he swayed you both to the music. You looked up at him, playfully rolling your eyes as you relaxed.

His hands fell to your hips, sitting appropriately on your hips. Though you wouldn't mind if they slipped a bit lower. "I know you can loosen up more than that, sweetness. I've seen your dancing sessions when you're cooking."

You chuckled at that, moving your hips a bit more. "First of all, Stevens, you weren't supposed to be seeing that. I specifically told you to watch the food, not me." Stepping back from him, you danced a little to a familiar beat that came from the speakers. Erik licked his lips at that memory, remembering the jiggle of your thighs and back side that night. Since that night he's offered to come over and help with dinner more often.

He shrugged, dancing around you as your eyes followed him. Once he disappeared behind you, his hands found your hips again. "Maybe I liked the view. You're very attractive, if I haven't told you before.." He had, many times whether boldly or slyly.

The scent of his cologne caught your nose and you hummed softly at its aroma. Erik always smelt good. You allowed him to dance behind you a while longer, just to enjoy his addictive scent and his warmth. Finally nudging him gently away with a nudge from your backside, you threw a wink to him over your shoulder.

A song or two passed before some of the older couples joined you both, dancing only the entertaining way old heads could as the sun began to dim. You had stopped your dancing to cheer on Aunt Nina, watching her get down with her husband. She held her red solo cup high, shaking her hips to the beat.

Erik found himself behind you again, watching his aunt and uncle do their dance. Matching outfits and all. He chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder as he swayed you both once again. "If we ever got married, you think that'd be us?"

The question caught you off guard a bit, but you smiled at hearing him ask it. His voice was quiet as if he was envisioning it. You nodded, giggling before you replied. "That'd definitely be us."

You felt his smile as the dancing died down, his aunt confessing that she was tired. And she was ready to eat.

Everyone started heading towards the table except for you two, Erik catching your hand to make you stay. "Have I told you how pretty you are?"

You grinned, "Yes sir, you have. But I don't mind hearing it again." He chuckled, telling you how pretty you were a bit slower as he pulled you back to him. Looking up at him, you placed your hands on his chest. "Are you trying to keep me all to yourself, Stevens?"

He did a cute crunching of his nose, "Just a little bit longer. My aunt loves taking you away from me."

"The food's done you two. Come get a plate so I can talk to my future niece." Aunt Nina called out, making you chuckle. Erik calling out to say that you both were coming, giving you a 'see what I'm saying' look.

You poked your lip out, cooing at him as you leaned closer. Much to his surprise, you kissed his cheek then the corner of his lips. Pulling back, you patted his chest twice as you found the daze in his face. You stepped away, turning to him one more time with an innocent smile. "Be nice, Erik. She is my future aunt, after all. And if that's the case, you'll have me to yourself more often."

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