#soft erik

[wakandamama]

UHG I miss writing domestic Erik 😩😩😩

Care for You

 (Erik x Black Reader)

Where Erik wakes up feeling under the weather you gotta remind him he’s human too.

Erik groaned as he cracked his eyes open to the dim, dawn lit room. His body was sore and warm with a coming fever and his head pounded.

He rolled over with a painful twitch in his eyes and tucked your body closer to his and tried to get another 20 minutes of sleep in before he had to report to the Wakandan youth center for both probation and his job as an adviser/supervisor. He rolled his shoulder with small ticks and buried his head between the pillow and your neck. He gave a soft and muffled cough to clear his throat and sniffed trying to ignore the coming illness like he’s done all his life.

Niggas ain’t got time to be sick, there’s no time for weakness when your life has been dedicated to fighting to survive and reclaiming what’s yours.

Soon he drifting back to sleep though and wakes back up 20 minutes later a little pissed off, his ears were ringing now. He even shivered from chills and groaned, he glanced over and saw you were gone and it made him mad that his senses were that off to not feel you get up. He gave a snorting sniff and sat on the side of the bed. He caught the faintest whiff of bacon and sighed. 

He forced himself up and stretched with a yawn. He shivered again and pulled a hoodie on over his bare chest and tighten the drawstring on his shorts. He padded down the hall and stood a little wearily in the kitchen doorway before shuffling in and leaning against the counter next to you.

He stood and admired you for the moment. You had on no make up still had your night wrap on and was in pj’s he gave a grin that all it was, was his t shirt and some fleece shorts.

He clear his throat a bit at the funny feeling in both his chest and heart. Being with you made him feel so…..domestic, soft, and real. Like this was the life his father had meant for him.

He clears his throat again and you smile up at him, kiss his cheek and turn back to the food. 

“Mornin’ thought you would have stayed in bed, sick kid.” you tease and he rolls his eyes with a huff and clears his throat once more. 

“Nah. I ain’t got time for it, I gotta get ready for work. I already skipped my run. We got Robitussin?’ He asked with a gravely and quiet voice that makes you frown at him. He sighs and coughs into his sleeve before looking on top of the fridge.

He had a bit of worry now, a bit embarrassed that you saw he was sick. He was suppose to be your strong and stubborn man who took care and spoiled you. 

Not some pussy boi who would whine about a cold.

You simply roll your eyes at his antics, take the food off the fire, then turned off the stove. 

"Nu-uh, you ain’t spreading germs in my house."  you scold him.

He slowly leans against the fridge as his knees start to feel weak and he curses under his breath which further irritates his throat.

You soften your face into a neutral but worried expression and press closer to him. He close his eyes and hates that he melt in to your touch as you feel his fever warm cheeks and forehead.

"You gotta fever comin’ on. How you feel baby?” you ask and he gives a dry chuckle and peers down at you. 

“Imma be a'ight. I just need some Vicks or somethin and to get off my ass.” he excuses but find himself pinned to the cool metal of the fridge by your even harder glare.

“No you’re not. You’re going to get some kid sick and make yourself worse. I can take care of you.” you say. He frowns and stands a bit straighter. 

“I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing that shit for a while now, if you haven’t noticed. Them little niggas will be a'ight, T payed for a bunch of flu shots and shit for ‘em. I. Got. Things. To do. I don’t have the time to laze around here with you.” he argued, getting a little stronger, but his speech was wasted when he broke out into a rough coughing fit and you made him sit down on one of the bar stool and rub his back as he powered though the bout. 

“Damn baby….haven’t you ever been taking care of?” you ask.

He is silent and sniffling as you rub his back and watch him stare at the wood floor. 

“Nah….ain’t none of my foster parents ever cared enough to take care of me if I was sick or somethin’. I was lucky if I threw up and they let me stay out of school that day but…I ….I never really took days off. I was too busy..um….yea.” he trailed off and looked further away from you.

You hummed and sat yourself on the counter to the side of him then grasped his fever warm face with both hands. He close his eyes and huff as you rub your thumbs through his beard and peer a bit closer at him.

Now that you looked, you could see how sick he was.

His eyes seemed sunk in, lips chapped and eyes wet and red even though he didn’t flush or go pale, he had a bit of a sickly dry pallor. Each slow breath he took looked liked it hurt, he was a bit shrunk in.

You gave him a big sympathetic smile and brought his arms around you waist and let his heavy head rest on your stomach and his chest between your thighs. He sighed into your belly and hugged you close, letting himself go soft in your presence.

It was a rare occasion, but he needed it and you wanted to take care of him.

You twisted the end of one of his dreads with one hand and rubbed the side of his neck with the other. You two sat for a few minutes and you were sure he was about to doze off. 

“Come on baby. I’m ya nurse for the day.” you tease softly, he sniffs and sit up off you. You slip off the counter and make him get up as well. You tugged the ends of his hoodie sleeve and lead him back to bed. You throw your extra fluffy black blanket over him and feel his head again. You frown at the heat rising off his skin.

“I be back.” you mutter softly to him and he just nods and curls up. You run to the kitchen and throw the bacon on some bread along with making a piece of toast and eat as you grab supplies. 

You come back to him watching the fish tank glow with squinted eyes as his head starts to pound again due to the position change. You sit him up and he groaned and watches you out his low eyes as you read the dosage on the side of the cold medicine bottle. 

“Eat this.” you instructed as you had him the toast and a bottle of cool water. He sighs and munches down half of the toast and a quarter of the water before he can’t stomach anymore. He watches you as you pour out a full small cup and force him to such down the slick green goop. 

“This shit will foreva be nasty. That’s what ass taste like.” he mutters after finished and you laugh as he chases it down with more water and lays back down. 

You smile at the grin on his face as he lays on his stomach. You sit to the side of him and prompted him over until he is using you left thigh as a pillow and lets his fingers play over the side of your stomach. You hum and turn the tv on low and flip until it’s House Hunter, just a show you can watch mindlessly as you watch over your man. You rub his back and neck soothingly.

You grin further when ten minutes later his fingers still and you feel him fully go relaxed on you and small snores leave his mouth. 

You grab your phone off the bedside table and text T'Challa.

“No Erik today. He’s sick.”

“Okay. Are you coming?”

“Nope…today Erik need to be taken care of. ”

You turn your phone off and stare down at him as he moans softly in his sleep. He pulls you down so he can cuddle more properly and you chuckle at the relaxed content look on his face. He truly was a man who never seemed to relax or be comforted, never taken care of as one should.

You were gonna change that.

[keylimeart]

the honeymoon phase

[lee-luca]

X-Men: Do telepaths dream of smiling sharks

(Alternatively: Me, my old friend, and his 30 dollar three foot long IKEA shark) I think Charles should have his very own Blahaj for the times when Erik isn't around. It's probably a better, softer bedmate than Erik too. (Companion to yesterday's 'Magneto buys a Blahaj')

[queertealover]

More of him being soft, I love it, and need more soft Erik, it brings me so much joy.

[lookitseddie]

"hey, what's your favourite redacted audio moment?"

oh, i'm a sam/darlin girlie, so probably the quinn arc

"that's such a basic bitch answer-"

OH. YOU WANT A REAL ANSWER? HONEY AND GUY'S FIRST KISS. YOUR CHAOTIC ROOMMATE CONFESSES HIS FEELING FOR YOU | AUDIO RP| [M4A] 17:50

[bosqueinvisible]

genosha

[weapon-xox]

the cape wasnt a fashion choice btw. its to keep charles safe from everyone whose mean to him when charles looks up at erik all sad with those big blue eyes

[skam-in-every-language]

Mathias hugging his lifelong BFF...

Note the 'bro' pat.

VERSUS

Mathias hugging Erik, a boy he's known for only a few months...

The way Mathias holds onto him, squeezes him tight, rubs his face into Erik's neck and just breathes him in is glaringly different from the way he hugs someone he considers just a friend.

[dross-the-fish]

For @differenceenginegirl Maskless Cherik from the 1990 miniseries. Drawn based on Diff's description of him.

[rimaiahwrites]

My sick little baby (a mini read)

Finally finished this, been sitting in my draft for about a year and a half tbh:( When reader gets sick and and anddd she’s super subby and eren is soo daddy (fave eren) and just wanna baby her :) Sweet 🧁 (not proof read mb lol I’ll edit later)

When y/n got home from school she didn’t feel the best but she still pushed herself to clean up a little and make dinner for her husband Eren before he gets home from work, but when she woke up the next morning her head was pounding and her stomach was dropped when she sat up and the next thing she knew she was up and running to the bathroom and leaning into the toilet letting the rest of last nights dinner out. When she was done her eyes were watering and she was dizzy as she walked back to her bed.

She pouted when she realized her husband had already left for work and laid on his side of the bed. It was not long before tears was streaming down her face because she hated being sick especially when her daddy wasn’t there with her. She grabbed her phone from the other side of the bed and called him. She was in no shape to take care of herself and she knew it. It rang twice before his smooth voice hit her ears. “Wassup baby?”

“Papa…I don’t feel good.” Her lip quivered and her voice cracked feeling her stomach cramp up. “baby what’s the matter?” He cooed stopping his hand movement from writing on his paper now feeling worried for his little princess.

“Can you come home? I think I have the flu.” She whined, wishing he was home already to make her feel better. “You did feel hot when I was in bed with you this morning…you need daddy to come home to take care of you?”

“Yes please I need you, I already throw up and I feel so weak..” she whispered. That was all she needed to say before he was packing his suitcase up and headed to his car to get to his beloved wife.

When he got home he found her curled on the couch wrapped in her pink and white fluffy blanket watching finding Nemo. When he sat his keys down her head popped up he could tell what kind of mood she was in with the pout on her lips, his subby whiny baby.

“Oh my poor babyy.” Eren cooed picking her up bridle style sitting her on his lap. Her bottom lip wobbled and she grabbed on to him tightly. “My princess doesn’t feel good?” She shook her head cuddling his neck. “Have you eaten yet?” She let out a quiet no in the sweetest voice and it melted Erens heart. He sat her back down and headed to the kitchen looking around for something to give her to eat then his mom’s chicken noodle soup recipe popped up in his head. Whenever eren was sick as a kid she would make him chicken noodle soup and crackers and it alway made him feel better..So he got to it, it was a easy and quick recipe and it took no longer than 15 minutes, He also made a her a cup of liquid iv in her pink and white teddy bear water bottle.

Erens pov—

“Here drink this princess…” I shook her awake and gave her the cup, her shaky hands reached out to grab it. My baby was so weak it broke my heart, she was mostly dehydrated from barely drinking or eating for the whole morning. I put my hand on her forehead and she was burning up, i cringed a fever was a good sign because I knew that her body was fighting off whatever it was but I definitely needed to check her temperature.

I went and got the thermometer and her medicine, soon as she saw me coming with the bubblegum pink bottle of liquid she whined loudly, being very overly dramatic. She hated taking medicine with a passion but of course I wasn’t going to just let her sit there with a runny nose and a headache and not do anything.

I poured her a big tablespoon of the medication and lifted it to her mouth, her lips sat in a pout.

I sighed, “baby please open up, it’s gonna make you feel better, promise.” She shook her head no, she was in no way ever a bad girl but as soon as she got sick she was very testy with me.

I hated to get stern with her at a time like this, her eyes glossy and lips pouted so prettily on her face.

“Open, now I’m not going to say it again.” I tilted her head up with my two fingers.

“But pap—“ soon as she opened her mouth I shoved the spoon in her mouth, her little dramatic ass gagged as she swallowed it down, scrunched up face like she just teated the most foul thing in the world. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes.

“This will make you feel better promise, now let’s get some food in you.” She whined and rubbed her stomach.

“My tummy hurts I don’t wanna’ papa” she whimpered but of course she still ate, because no way was I about to let her go all day without eating or drinking. She drank half her cup of water and was all ready feeling a little better.

I grabbed her and carried her up stairs to our bathroom to run her a hot bath.

My bath was a jet tub so when I poured some of her favorite bubble bath there was more bubbles than water at this point, I made the water hot because she normally liked to be boiled alive every time she takes a bath or shower.

“I just wanna lay down..” I turned around to see her standing in the bathroom door way, her teddy bear in hand.

“I know but you’re sweaty baby, C’mere.” When her head touched my chest her whole body went limp and supported its-self against me.

“Let’s get you outta these clothes” I mumble, tossing her shirt to the other side of the bathroom, into her hamper. I lifted her up and placed her in the tub. I smile, Her aching body begins to loosen up from the warm water, her chunky little cheeks squashed from pressing them against the cold edge of the tub finally feeling like she’s able to relax she lies her head down on the edge of the tub, whimpering every time I gently message her scalp. Her once fresh braids now a bit frizzed for tossing and turning on my cotton pillow case without her silk hello kitty bonnet.

“You feel good baby?” I smile, she nods her head only before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. I grabbed her bath rag and wiped her runny nose gently trying to not irritate it more than it already was, red and raw from blowing it all day. I wash her body, starting from face to chest, to her bottom half to her feet, trying not wake her.

I grabbed her towel and carry her, her legs dangling at my side secured with my hands interlocking under her butt. She let a huffed breath, coddling her face into my neck.

I putt lotion on her whole body, head to toe. I placed my shirt that looked like a dress, stopping mid thigh to her.

“Papa?” I heard softly, looking up from sliding her panties on. Her big brown eyes filling with tears. Worried, I moved up to her face and wiped them with my thumb stroking her face. Her skin so soft and clean

“What’s the matter pumpkin?”

“I..I love you so much, you’re the best husband I could have ever asked for, you take such good care of me.” She cried her lip wobbling, my poor baby was always so emotional whenever she was sick.

“I know baby, I know, I love you and I’ll always take care of you. Through sickness and health till death do us part baby I mean it.” I grin seeing a giggle creep through her pouty face.

“You’re so corny.” She smiled, for the first time today.

“I know as long as I get to see that beautiful I’ll say whatever.” I mumble kissing her lips softly.

“You feel better?” She nodded closing her eyes briefly before answering me with a quiet yes. “M’ sleepy ..”

“Yeah? Alright let’s go to sleep.” I pulled her to the top of the bed and wrapped my arms around her, her arms tucked between us both, while her head rests in my chest.

My sick little baby .. I thought before kissing her on the forehead and drifting off to sleep myself

[sandstworm]

"When you sing, I live in the heavens. When you do not, down below."

[queertealover]

He has such a pretty smile, I need to see it more often.

[cooperkohc]

[stuckysimp]

The first friend in years, the first one who believed in him, the first one to truly be by his side

Charles and Erik were so much to each other from the moment Charles saved Erik from drowning

[neonwizardheehee]

This reads like a fanfic, I love it here