✧ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 || Brock Purdy ♔

Well You Are Tiny - Max Verstappen

Summary: Y/n is vertically impaired and Max likes to point out the obvious.

Same height kind of gap of reader being 4'11-5'2ft (150-160cm)

No part 2 requests please

Max will outwardly admit he loves the height difference between himself and y/n. He loves his pocket-sized girlfriend, they just have fun and her height is something he maybe likes to target in playful bullying.

"Have you grown?" Max questions as y/n walks into the living room.

"On this occasion, yes." Y/n grins then lifting her shoe high enough to reveal platforms heels that make Max's jaw drop a little before he begins laughing.

"Baby, are you going to be able to keep those on all night?" Max sighs making her frown at him. "Oh come on, you hardly ever wear heels. There's no way you're not going to break your ankles in those."

"Will you not help me if I get that drunk?" Y/n pouts making Max look at her for a moment.

"I will always help you, but I just know that I'm going to end up carrying you or those shoes by the end of the night." Max smiles standing up and seeing that she's narrowed the gap between them by a good 6-7 inches. "When did you even get these?"

"From a shop. Do you not like them?"

"They look great. But if you don't fall over by the end of the night, I'll let you race in my place for Canada." Max laughs making her smile a little.

"I'll hold you to that."

"I know, that's why I said it." Max chuckles making her grin before she kisses him, something that she usually doesn't have such ease in doing. "I don't know if I like this new height."

Y/n is more than aware of Max loving the advantages that come with such a height difference, but it is fun to taunt him with the ability to close the space sometimes.

"Shall we go?" Y/n asks making Max sigh looking down at her feet again before nodding.

"Can you just make sure you're keeping hold of me for stability?" Max mumbles more concerned than anything at this point, the club has stairs and visions of y/n falling down them really sets him on edge.

They get to the club and see Lando with a couple other friends and even Lando looks in awe of y/n's height change.

"So it will be a trip to A&E for you tonight?" Lando asks making Max smile as he orders a round of drinks for everyone.

"She's actually not wobbled yet...but she hasn't had a drink yet either." Max smiles while Lando hums and nods.

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Max doesn't even bother hiding his smirk and shaking his head as y/n grips his bicep for balance, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Alright, enough. You are not keeping them on." Max states hoisting her up onto one of the bar stools.

Y/n winces as Max pulls off her heels and reveals the bloodied blisters that even he grimaces at. She's definitely drunk enough that she can't feel the extent of just how sore her feet are. but she'll feet it in the morning and she'll feel it paired with a hangover.

"Baby." Max mumbles making the young woman look down and wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Time to go home. It's almost closing time."

It's definitely nowhere near closing time but she's drunk and her feet are a wreck.

Max ends up carrying her out on his back while holding her heels and bag in his hand as they exit. Annoyingly definitely captured on camera as they climb into a car for someone else to drive them home.

"I didn't fall over." Y/n smiles making Max look at her for a moment his concern for her feet having overshadowed his thoughts before he smiles at her. "It's alright, I won't hold it against you."

"No?" Max hums making her smile at him and shake her head.

"No. I don't know if I can even effectively push the pedals." Y/n smiles lazily.

By the time they get back Max is carrying her inside and running the bath to try and clean her feet of the blood that had actually got a little crusty.

"I love you." Y/n smiles as Max actually gently rubs at her feet to clean them.

"I love you too. But you are never wearing those shoes again. You can stay tiny." Max declares making her agree immediately. "I think we might need to just try and bandage up your feet for the night. They're so raw baby."

"In the name of fashion. It's not meant to be practical."

"Yeah, well you're choosing practical from here forward." Max mumbles then looking up at her. "I like my tiny girlfriend...You don't need to injure yourself just to be more level with me."

"Lesson learned. My feet are starting to really hurt." Y/n admits since she's slowly sobering up and the ache and sting of her feet.

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Sitting out in the sun on a yacht is definitely not something that's a rare luxury when it comes to dating Max. On this occasion, Lando, Daniel, Alex and George have joined them for a birthday celebration for Max.

"You need this." Max states as y/n decides she wants to jump in with everyone else.

He gets her in a life jacket, just for his own peace of mind. Then he picks her up and tosses her like a bit of a doll into the water. Something that is not an uncommon move and y/n resurfaces quickly laughing as some others join her in the water.

"God, if that's how you treat her outside the bedroom-"

"No. We don't want to think about that." George grimaces as Daniel laughs at his own words.

"Do you think she'd quite easily be pulled out to sea being that small?" Lando asks making Max frown only for Daniel manage to push the Brit and they both go into the water. "Daniel!"

"I thought we'd test with you since you're small too." Daniel laughs earning a middle finger before everyone else finally joins them.

Max swims over to y/n with a new concern for her safety despite knowing that she is completely fine.

Although he does laugh a little when she lets him swim them back, him holding the strap of her life vest and lifting her up onto the back of the yacht, keeping himself in the way a little as he remains between her legs.

"I was getting tired out there." Y/n whispers earning a hum and grin from the Dutchman before he jumps up and kisses her lightly before she just leans her head on his shoulder. "I'm going to dry off and put my dress up."

"Cold?"

"A bit, being thrown in was a shock to the system." Y/n smiles swatting him before she stands up with him following.

Safe to say y/n walks the man like a dog, he follows her wherever she goes most of the time, so it surprises no one that he sticks with her and as soon as she's dried off, Max does let her stop with the admittedly short and thin dress. He pushes his own sweater over her head and pulls her down gently into a tight hug.

Y/n does actually love cuddles with Max and the height difference meaning she just feels surrounded by him and right now his body heat is doing her favours. She's slumped into him as others join them on the deck and dry off.

"I love you." Max whispers making her smile brightly looking up at him. "You're somehow even smaller today for some reason."

"Thanks." Y/n snorts earning a grin from hum. "I love you too. Even if you're small for a Dutchman."

Max isn't the tallest of the drivers but he's on the taller side of the average among the drivers.

He does squeeze her especially tightly in a hug for the comment before sighing as he tips her head back to kiss him.

When they eventually get home and shower off properly, Max smiles a little evilly when he sees y/n distracted by her phone lying on the bed. He moves quickly and flops down on her, actually feeling her wheeze underneath him.

"Max. Warning please." Y/n grunts through some laughter since it didn't so much hurt but she definitely was mid-breath in when his body collapsed down on her.

"Sorry, you just looked so small over here. I had to join you." Max grins while she hums bringing her arms around him so she can look at her phone over his shoulder.

"Are you sleeping like this?" Y/n smiles kissing his shoulder while Max just relaxes against her.

"Depends could you actually sleep with me on top of you like this?" Max questions making her properly look at him.

"Yes. Of course I can." Y/n nods making Max look at her softly capturing her in a kiss. "You're like cuddly teddy bear."

"Only for you though. Because you're just my tiny girlfriend." Max smirks then nuzzling down against her. "Goodnight baby."

"Goodnight, Maxie." Y/n whispers placing her phone on the bedside table.

✰ POSITIONS, F1 DILFS

[ starring ] sebastian vettel, kimi räikkönen, fernando alonso, jenson button, lewis hamilton, kevinmagnussen

[ tw ] fem!reader, smut (+18), dom!drivers, mention of sex toys and tapes, dirty talking, fem and male oral receiving (+ choking on dick)

. minors do not read .

sebastian enjoys sitting back to watch you play with yourself, be it your dainty fingers buried deep inside your pussy and coated in your juices, or the dildo, the copy of his cock, he had gifted you months ago when he was away; the sight of the grip your greedy pussy has on the plastic phallus and your body writhing in the sheets, whorish moaning his name to pled for relief, thighten his trousers but rather than bouncing you, feeling your tight little satch, he leans forward, breath fawning onto your wet tights, resulting in goosebumps.

you'd cry out silently, legs shaking as you ram the toy faster into your warmth. "what did you say, liebe? (love) care to repeat?", the man would ask, his rough hands grabbing your thick tights. "want my big dick inside you? fuck you till you can't remember your name and see stars no more, huh?", he'd taunt you with a massive smirk on his pinkish lips. "that what you would like, don't you, my dirty girl?"

kimi prefers on being hands on, having you knee in front of him to suck him off. tears have already escaped your eye and stained your hallowed cheeks, while his right hand sits at the back of your head, hair kept in a ponytail to manage the speed and the desired depth. your glossy eyes holding contact with his lustfilled gaze and the choking sounds as well as the moans that send off vibrations around his dick, makes him pull your face against his pelvic bone to deep throat him. the tightness of your wet mouth let's his cock throb slightly, the taste of salty pre cum hits your tongue once again.

slowly, kimi would face fuck you, forcing your lips to touch his pelvic whenever he pulls your head towards him, forcing your jaw to go slack and take his long cock all the way as saliva runs out of the corners of your stretched mouth, trailing down your tits and eventually hitting the carpet. "you love being my good girl, eh? then choke on it."

nando loves to grab your plump ass whilst hugging you whenever it is in public or in the privacy of a room — if his action is made in the later situation, the innocence of his touch quickly turns into nibbling playfully on your ear and neck, leaving small marks to show his claim of you. his finger would dip inside your clothing to touch your already wet pussy, gently brushing past the outer lips to rub your clit, which will transform you into mush against his body. wanting to eat you out, nando would lay you down on the bed if there is one, probing pillows under your hips to get an easy access to your wetness. he's godsend, festing on your pussy as it would be his last time, resulting in leaving you a breathless moaning puddle of a mess. "please don't stop, papi."

jenson would be the guy who'd twirl, pull and nib on your stiff nibbles as you stroke his growing dick whilst watching a sex tape of yourselves to get in the right zone. in his opinion its one of the easiest ways to set the mood; watching a homemade video of him plowing inside you from behind against a hotel wall or having you cuffed on the bedframe, fucking your little hole hard as you cum over and over again — he'll feel your breath stock whenever his recorded self hits your g-spot or lands a spank on your brightly coloured ass, and the slick of your snatch drips on his leg, that's between yours, rubbing over your cunt.

"in another life, you'd be a pornstar, darling", jense would whisper in your ear as he moves above you, running the fat leaking head of his cock against your awaiting pussy.

lewis would have you in sixty-nine, tongue tracing the rim of your snatched hole as you kitten-lick off the precum of his massive dick and nibble softly on a bold vein, chasing a groan out of the fit male. as soon as you reach past the half, he'll push his cock upwards, causing you to choke on his dick — his less dominating hand keeps your head down as his other hand sinks two fingers at the same time inside you roughly, sending you over the edge, a process he continues over again till you tap his thight two times.

"fucked you good, huh?"

kevin likes nothing more than seeing you completely relaxed and giggling during a session of soft, romantic sex; it's his favourite way to return to a relaxed state of mind after a race and running behind his small children. he'll have you ride him though he'd control the pace while pressing your face against his neck to feel you sucking kisses against it. whenever kevin would push hard upwards inside you, he'd hear you purr like a catita or moan, rambling about how he should just throw you down and fuck you, but this will just result in his next pushes slower, teasing you to show you who's the "boss".

POLY/MULTI DRIVERS — SINGULAR DRIVERS

Your Brother is Here

warnings: mentions of fighting, angst, and low self esteem.

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You hated how famous your brother was. Of course you you were proud of him but never truly wanted to be in the spotlight. If it was up to you, you would rather live a quiet life. With how famous your brother was that your wish of living a quiet life was impossible to come true.

You found comfort in reading, art, and music to distract you from your busy life. Your brother never really visited you and your family. Since he was so busy all the time with football and basically everything, he rarely visited. You liked it like that though. When your brother did visit he didn’t stay for long.

The max of his stay was usually a week and if lucky a couple extra days. When he was home you would ignore him. He usually brought gifts for your mom and dad but since he wasn’t close with you, he didn’t know what to get you.

You didn’t mind though but he felt bad so he would get small gifts but you were always grateful. Your mom complained a lot on how you should be closer with him because y’all are family but you just came up with excuses.

The truth was you did wanna be closer when you were little you were way closer to your brother but as you got older you just got distant. A lot of people knew who you were related to because of the internet and also because you and your family were spotted at games before.

You didn’t like going but being the youngest well let’s just say your parents took you everywhere. You hated being there because of the big crowd and you having major anxiety didn’t help. Cameras were always near you and your family.

At school you were popular but not because of your looks, personality, or anything else only because you had a famous brother. People always tried becoming friends with you because of your brother. People had this weird obsession with your brother and since you were his sister. They thought if they got closer to you and befriended you that they would marry your brother.

The amount of times that has happened is unbelievable. So instead of having a lot of friends, you found comfort in your own little friend group.

Your friend group consistented of 5 people.

You, Ava, Sophia, Arabella, and your other friend Julie. You had transferred schools and got closer with them and they welcomed you to be apart of their friend group. You finally thought you found real friends that will befriend you just because of your brother. Unfortunately things were gonna go bad.

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You were having a nice day, you were gonna hang out with your friends today. Y’all had made a plan to go to the mall and shop around and get food. Your mom pulled up to the entrance of the mall. You were texting in the group chat.

we love mac and cheese🤪

you:hey I’m here!! Is anyone else here?

Arabella: I’m here ima go for u, where are u?

you: I’m at the entrance

Arabella: onw

“Where are your friends?” Your mom asked as she looked around. You looked up from your phone.

“Oh Arabella is coming to get me” you answered.

Your mom turned to look at you and nodded.

“Okay be careful and have fun” your mom said as you got out of the car. You waved as you closed the car door.

After you closed the door your mom drove off. After two minutes your friend finally came to get you.

You waved at her as she greeted you. Y’all started heading inside while you waited for the rest of your friends to come.

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Once all of your friends arrived, you and you friends headed to different shops. You brought new clothes, jewelry, and other things like posters and books.

You had your arms interlocked with two of your friends as y’all were looking for where to go next.

Your friend Ava pointed to a jersey store. It was fairly small but had a good collection of jeresys, hats, and necklaces.

“We should go in! I wanna get a kc jersey” Ava exclaimed.

Ava dragged all of you in before you got to say anything.

The owner of the store watched y’all come in.

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You stood uncomfortably while your friends Ava and Arabella scrolled through the jerseys for the chiefs.

That’s when your friend Ava got the jersey she wanted but something unexpected happened. She pulled out the jersey you least expected her to pick.

As she looked at the jersey you noticed the last name.

‘Mahomes’

Ava exclaimed happily as she and Arabella both got Mahomes jerseys. Julie could read your expression.

“Are you okay?” Julie asked beside you.

You snapped back to reality and nodded to reassure her you were okay. She smiled at you but didn’t say nothing after that.

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When your friends finally decided what to get y’all headed to the cashier. You were the only one who didn’t get anything. You noticed that the owner kept looking at you but you just wanted to get out of that store as soon as possible.

When your friend Ava went to check out, the owner suddenly spoke up.

“Hey I know you” the owner said as he looked directly at you. Your friends all turned to look at you confused.

You didn’t say anything as you become startled.

“Your his sister aren’t you?” the owner asked.

Your friends now looked back at the owner as they didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Who’s sister?” Ava asked the owner as she herself was confused.

The owner just laughed as he ringed up the jersey. You just stood still.

“That young lady is Patrick Mahomes sister” the owner explained.

That’s when all of your friends jaws dropped. Unfortunately the owner hadn’t been quiet and he alerted unwanted people. Your friends and people you didn’t even know were now staring at you.

You looked at the ground not knowing what to say.

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After what went down in the store things went downhill after that. You were getting unwanted attention from people.

Some people even followed you and your friends just to ask for a autograph or if you could get them to meet your brother. Your friends became dead silent and didn’t speak. You knew that the only thing you wanted to do was go home.

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You and your friends had settled down at a table. Your friends were going through what they got while you remained quiet.

mom

you :hey mom can you pick me up?

mom: sorry honey I can’t I’m doing something rn. Ask your brother since he’s home.

you: pat is home but I thought he couldn’t visit since he’s busy with games and stuff?

mom: he’s off for a couple of days until his next game just ask him, he should be home.

you:I don’t wanna bother him

mom: he won’t mind picking you up honey

you: okay I’ll tell him

mom: okay let me know when your home💗

You felt frustrated, you didn’t want your brother to pick you up. If he was here and people knew then that would cause chaos to erupt and you didn’t want anymore unwanted attention on you.

You decided to just text him.

patrick

you: hey can you pick me up from the mall?

Patrick: sure send me your location

*you send him your location*

Patrick: okay I’ll call you when I’m there

you: k

After texting your brother you decided to scroll on Tiktok to get your mind off things.

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After what felt like forever your phone ringed. You picked up.

Patrick: Hey I’m outside the entrance

You: Okay I’m going

After you said that you hanged up.

“Guys I’m gonna go” you said to your friends as you started to get up and get your things.

Your friends all nodded but didn’t really say anything.

“Bye!” You waved to them as you left. They waved back too but you knew there was tension.

*meanwhile you were leaving*

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell us she was his sister” Ava complained.

“Right I bet she gets spoiled so much” Julie assumed.

“Maybe we can use her to get to closer to him?” Ava suggested.

“We should!” All of your friends agreed.

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Once you left the mall you headed to your car. You opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. Patrick smiled at you and started the car.

You and your brother sat in silence while y’all headed home.

“How was it?” he asked looking at you.

“It was good” you answered shortly. He just gave you a another smile.

“Hey I talked to mom and dad and asked them if it was okay if you stayed with me for a while” Patrick said randomly.

You were shocked to say.

“Uh why?” You asked looking at him.

He looked back at you.

“Well I think it’s for the better so we can get closer you know” Patrick responded.

“Plus you get to see me play and go to my games and meet my teammates. Plus Britney is dying to meet you” Patrick explained.

You honestly didn’t know what to say or how to respond.

“I-I don’t know” you said unsure.

Patrick just sighed.

“Come on Y/N/N plus we get to bond” Patrick said.

“I think it’s better we stay the way we are” you answered. After that you looked away and stared at the buildings as you passed by them.

“What do you mean stay the way we are?” Patrick asked.

You turned to look at him.

“I mean like it’s better we keep our distance” You tried explaining.

“Your my sister shouldn’t we be closer” Patrick said as he sounded hurt.

“I don’t wanna be closer. Your my brother and you’ll always be but I don’t wanna be put in the spotlight. That’s you not me.” you responded.

“That’s unfair Y/N/N” Patrick commented.

“No it’s not” you replied.

“We’re siblings and plus mom and dad agreed so your coming wether you like it or not” Patrick responded.

You didn’t respond after that.

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Unfortunately ever since that day everything went downhill for you. Your friends had been using you and you found out after awhile. One day when Patrick picked you up from school they freaked out.

You hated it all you wanted was real friends but your brother took that from you too.

You had dropped your friends and they started harassing you after that. You just wanted your brother out of your life.

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A/n:Hii! This is a mini series I’m making but I’ll end the chapter with a cliff hanger, I’m still learning how to write better but I’m hoping to get better as time goes by! The series name is called “Your Brother is Here”

The series is basically about how your relationship with your brother gets better over time.

Until next time!

Bye:)

Separation anxiety | AFAB!Reader x Brahms Heelshire

Summary: Ever since Brahms revealed himself he can't stand being far from you, specifically, out of you...

Cw: Anxiety, separation anxiety, trust issues, abandonment issues, nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, self indulgence, mentions of pregnancy

From morning to night, Brahms had to be inside you, all day if it was possible

He had a huge sex drive, one that was almost insatiable and he needed you all the time, needed that tight pussy around his cock, he needed to be balls deep in you 24/7

It was the only way he felt close to you, like he belonged somewhere and that he was loved

So, whenever he had the chance, he would fit his cock inside you

For a man that's lived in walls for years, you didn't expect him to have such a huge and magnificent cock, it was huge, uncut and fat

Many mornings you woke up to him burying his dick inside you, making you moan and whine from just waking up "Brahms... It's too early" you would while at him

But he would look into your eyes, pleading you "Please Y/n... I need it... I need to feel you, to be inside you..."

So he would fuck you until you whined and pushed him off, or he would sit inside you for as long as he wanted to, or until he eventually fucked you

It didn't matter where, when or how, he would enter you when he wanted

You could be in the kitchen, cooking lunch or washing dishes and he would yank your pants or pajamas down and fuck you right where you were

Reading a book in the living room, he would spread you open and fuck you while you read your book, like nothing was happening

In the shower he would just go in with you and fuck you against the wall

Brahms was insatiable and you knew it, so you got used to never wearing panties around him, just putting on some shorts or pajama bottoms and go about your day, waiting for when he would get a raging boner and would come looking for you to satiate his hunger

"One day you'll get me pregnant Brahmsy and we'll have to raise a baby..." You said mindlessly flipping through a book as he pounded into you from behind on your shared bed

He groaned into your ear, "That's my goal... That way you can't leave me... You'll never leave... You'll have to stay here forever, raising a baby with me..." He said in between heavy breaths and moans

"Mmmmm, who said I was leaving honey?"

He smiled under his mask, pounding you harder now

Eventually he did get you pregnant... What did you expect?

This story is to good not to repost it

(Also i read this story a while ago and i lost and i have been trying to find it ever since so it’s so good to see this again and i will read it later)

Lamb

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Bray Wyatt, Luke Harper, Erick Rowan/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I offer no apologies. This got so out of hand I’m pretty sure it’s already enjoying next year’s Halloween candy. Your something spooky, for the season! Contains hints of uh…magical!Bray Wyatt. And worship. Tagging @tox-moxley, enjoy!

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Braiding Baldur's hair and beard.

Pairing: Baldur x Gn!Reader

Summary: Spending some time with Baldur while braiding, both his hair and beard.

Warnings: Baldur's not dead, he isn't cursed, OOC Baldur, fluff, maybe one paragraph a little heated, bad english.

Words: 1k (super short)

Heyyyy!! So sorry that this ended up being so short, but I just needed to write this idea down. Beware of my bad english and my cringy writing. I don't know how to write. Also I wrote this at like 4 am so if there's anything incoherent, sorry!!!

It was a calm and sweet morning. Birds were chirping and the sounds of the river next to your house were pretty calming. Everything seemed to be at peace. That was until a sudden knock at the door was heard.

Your heart leaped from excitement, hoping to see a certain someone. You ran to the door trying to make no loud noises, so you wouldn't seem that eager, you opened the door.

Surprisingly it was your lover, Baldur. In the past he wasn't able to feel anything thanks to a curse casted by his mother in hopes of preventing his fateful death, which would cause a tragic event, the Ragnarok. But now he was free.

"Missed me?" He said, opening his arms.

You didn't need any other sign to jump to his arms. He had been out a pair of days with the goal of hunting enough meat, so he wouldn't need to go again for a pair of weeks.

"Obviously, love. How could I not?"

Now that he could feel everything he couldn't help but have his hands at all times around you. He looked like he wanted to feel everything he didn't in 100 years just by touching you.

"God, you look ravishing today, sweetheart."

"Just for you, dear."

"Oh lord, what did I do to deserve you?"

You couldn't help but giggle, a blush started to appear in your cheeks, thanks to being hugged by him, he wouldn't notice.

Even if you were still hugging him and you couldn't see his face, you could hear a smile in his voice. A smile he seemed to always have when you were near him, maybe you were flattering yourself.

You broke the hug "Would you sit here, honey?" You pointed at a chair "I want to braid both your beard and hair, they seem to be really messy.

"No need to ask twice, love."

In an instant he was seated in the chair mentioned earlier, with an eager smile he waited for you to braid his hair, something that he loved.

He always asked for you to braid his hair and beard, as he was quite a mess, or maybe it was just an excuse to feel your touch, he was quite a touch starved man, he still didn't need to make excuses, you would gladly do it.

You began braiding his brown hair, which was surprisingly soft and clean, even if he was such a mess he still maintained his hair quite well.

"So how was your hunting trip, love?"

"It was good, but not as good as expending the day with you, darling." He never failed at making you smile, god this man was going to be the death of you.

"Stop teasing, love. Remember who is holding your hair right now." You tried to sound jokingly more threatening.

"If you pulled my hair, I would not complain." He giggled teasingly."In fact, I would enjoy it."

You tried not to imagine what he would look like begging to have his hair pulled, or really any type of skin impact, he really was that pathetic. Your thoughts were interrupted by a question.

"Are you imagining it or something?"

"What? Why would you say that?"

"You're getting quite defensive, so it must be true."

"What?! That's not true!"

"You are more dirty minded than I thought, sugar."

Man, he loved to tease you. You were completely sure it was his favorite activity. You would never admit that you enjoyed it as well, it was fun.

Now that you have finished braiding his hair. It was now the turn for his beard, which was not as well maintained as his hair. For this to happen, he needed to be facing you.

Instead of you heading his way, you turned the chair to face your way. Instead of surprising him, it only made Baldur smile wider. You moved a chair in front of him, and sat in it.

He wondered how could such an insignificant act make him feel so giddy, the thought of you taking care of him could make him so flustered. He wouldn't confess it unless you asked. He would give you everything you asked for.

"What's on your mind, love?"

"Just thinking 'bout why would you love me."

"Well, at first I thought you were quite an asshole." 

"Love that compliment, sweets."

"But" You paused for a moment, before continuing "I must admit that you being incredibly pretty made your personality more bearable."

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?"

"Always have, love."

You couldn't help but stop braiding his beard, just to close the gap between your lips. He had the ghost of an unknown sweet liquor in his lips. His arms began creeping up your back, in a way that could be compared to a snake.

The kiss was desperate and messy while being extremely sweet, by the way he kissed you, it seemed as if he wanted to give you all his love in such a short period of time.

As the kiss developed and the oxygen began to be needed, you broke the kiss to catch a breath. In response he closed the unexisting space between your bodies in fear of you running away.

"Love, I'm not going anywhere."

"Then why did you break the kiss?"

"Would you prefer kissing a corpse?"

"Why would I!? Wha- Oh, right, sorry."

"Now, may I continue braiding your beard?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

He softened his grip on your back so you could move freely, but he still had his arms laying on your hips. You were now trying to finish braiding his beard while sitting on his lap.

While you were giving it the last touches you heard him giggle, it sounded both sweet and childish. You wanted to know what caused him to giggle out of the sudden, but you still had to finish it.

God you were trying so hard to fight back the urge to ask what was the cause that made him gift those sweet sounds to you. But as your goal was to braid his hair, you had to keep fighting it.

Now that you were done and his giggles didn't seem to end, you questioned him with a curious look plastered on your face.

"What's the matter, love?"

"It's nothing. Really."

"It must be something if you are giggling so hard."

"I just love the face you make when you concentrate. It's terribly adorable, dove."

"Oh."

You felt your face heating up. You were sure that a blush could be seen in your cheeks. He seemed to notice it, and looked really proud of himself.

"Love your reaction, sweets."

"God, why do you have to be smug and sweet at the same time?."

"It's part of my charm, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I love you, dear."

"I love you too, sugar. Always have and always will."

Mistakes Can Cost You

Pairing: F1 x Reader, Slight Mick x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Jules crash mentioned, angst, suggestion of death, grief, crash, hospital, ICU, incorrect race timeline, Suzuka, FIA, etc. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Synopsis: Mistakes can cost you, but they also teach everyone how fast things can change, and sometimes let’s you see what’s there and not right with what you love.

“Okay, Y/n, Sainz has crashed; they're bringing out a safety car. Be careful.” Your radio team clicks off, and you shake your head.

“This is fucking ridiculous; red flag the damn race; it's so hard to see anything!” You tell your ream, furious that FIA cared more about getting that finish than the driver's safety.

“We know, but be careful.” Your team repeats, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire.

You scuff and head around the corner; you don't know what went wrong. You didn't even see the damn thing. Hitting the gas slightly, you see a flash before slamming on your brakes. “FUCK!” you yell before feeling yourself become crushed.

No one knew what happened all that they all got called back to the paddock immediately, the other drivers that passed by couldn't even see your crash. “What the hell happened?” Sebastian asks as the other drivers gather in a media room, with no media.

“Oh God.” Lance’s voice strangled and reaches everyone as they turned to the TV. Finally, noticing what the camera was covering.

“Is her car....oh god she's trapped under the crane.” Lewis whispers, covering his mouth, the others staring at the screen as it captures everyone and the medics scrambling not sure what to do.

“Is she okay?” Charles asks to some of the workers in the room. “DAMMIT! IS SHE OKAY?” Charles yells, making the workers jump and run out of room to find out any information.

“This can't be happening, not again not here, not during this weather, not again.” Charles pleads as Carlos and Pierre lead him to sit down as he starts to tremble. “She’ll be okay, she will be.” Pierre whispers to no one, more so just saying the words to comfort himself.

“They can't contact her, she's still trapped underneath, and they have no way of knowing if she's seriously injured; they're working slow not to cause any more damage and because of the rain.” Some worker reports to them after 20 minutes before leaving the room.

“Is she going to die?” Mick asks quietly to Seb, who is sitting next to the young German. Mick and you had become close due to your relative age, but also, you both enjoyed the same things, and Mick and ton just became close.

“I don't know, buddy,” Seb whispers back, pulling the young boy closer to him, wanting to give him some semblance of comfort. Mick just leans in close to Sebastian’s hold sending silent prays for you to come out okay.

“What the fuck was a crane doing out on the tracks anyway? Especially in this weather?” George yells at the TV feeling utterly useless in that moment, watching the replay of the crash.

“Guys.” Angela, Lewis's friend, announces as she enters the room. “What's wrong?” Lewis jumps up, the others crowding around her.

“She.... she's out of the car, but it's...bad.... awful...prepare yourselves.” She mumbles before walking out leaving the guys to stare after her.

“No.” Charles sobs sitting down, sobs racking his body, trying to curl in on himself as everyone cries and prays for the best.

It was the pain that woke you up, the pain of your entire body being on fire. But you knew realistically you weren't in any pain; you couldn't be. You'd woken up three days ago, and the pain medication you were on was enough to knock a damn Bull Elephant off its feet. Sadly you were in the ICU and weren't allowed any visitors; how badly you wanted to see the boys and hold them somehow. You didn't care that 5 of your ribs were broken, a shattered right hand, a head injury with a concussion, and a collapsed lung that they performed surgery on to repair.

Your favorite nurse walks in smiling and sits down next to you. “Hey sweetie, feeling a little better?” She asks, already knowing you probably weren't.

“Hurts,” you grumble, and she nods her head, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Some people are here to see you; I snuck them in.” She smiles, and you see bright red in the corner of your eye; without meaning to, your heart rate picks up quickly as you start to cry seeing Charles and Carlos.

“Princess,” Carlos whispers and sits down next to you while Charles stands at the door, his entire face stained from crying.

“You need to stop crying; you're causing yourself so much pain,” Carlos whispers, kissing your forehead.

You close your eyes and smile slightly; your fave is bruised all over, and any facial expressions make the pain worse. “Charlie.” You mumble, twitching a finger his way. Charles looks up at you, fresh tears falling on his side as he stumbles his way into a seat next to your bed.

“We thought we lost you.” He cries, careful not to put any weight on your body, his head buried into the bed.

“I'm okay; I need an extra couple of months to heal, and ill be back out on the track.” you joke, but the boys nod their heads, not wanting to argue.

“Well, looks like we weren't the first ones, Kid.” Sebastian's face fills the doorway with bright blue eyes and blonde hair behind him.

“Hye,” Mick whispers as they both fill the room, pulling up two more chairs.

The four of them stayed with you for most of the day before visiting hours were over. But you were happy to have the company, even if it was for a little while.

The FIA had issued a formal apology but tried to throw some of the blame on you for excessive speed under a safety car. That was very short-lived when the other drivers, teams, and fans became enraged at the thought of them blaming you.

It's been a couple of months, but you were finally on your feet again and able to travel, but you still couldn't drive yet, not due to injury, but you did need some time to heal completely, and the team allowed you just that. You decided it was time to show your face again to the public after some private time, and you chose to do that at COTA. It was appropriate as everything was more relaxed now since Max had won the championship.

Walking into the paddock, of course, people stared and pointed, but you were determined to visit your rock during the entire healing process. “Roscoe!” You tell happily, seeing Lewis’s dog.

Lewis let you take care of Roscoe while you healed, knowing that you'd been home alone and would want the company. Roscoe loved being with you and barked loudly, letting Lewis and the other drivers turn to see Roscoe run for you as you got on your knees to give the boy some love.

“Oh, yellow, my old friend.” You mumble into his fur, kissing his head and giving him the best pets.

“Love the dog more, alright.” Lewis jokes, making you look up. You stand and brush off your knees before kissing Lewis’s cheek as well. “He kept me company; I have to love on him first.” Shrugging your shoulders and giving everyone else a hello.

“I'd love to chat with everyone, but I have to do some interviews.” “Are you serious? All they're going to ask about is the crash.” Lance spits, knowing the main topic for weeks has been you, the crash, and the FIA statement.

“I know, but it's time to get it over with, and I want to support you all without the cloud over my head.” You shuffle your weight, a slight wince from the healing of your ribs, but no one points it out.

“She's right; we're all going to hate this, but it's time,” Seb says and kisses your forehead. He's always been a father figure to you young drivers, and at times overprotective, and if he could help join you and make the reporters behave and not push. But this was your healing process, and you needed to do it alone.

Heading to the media pit, you stop short with your assistant, who stands with you, not saying anything, as they knew you could handle this. “Okay, let's do this.” whispered no one in particular.

“Y/n, y/n! What’s it like surviving death, and not only that but in a crash that was just like Jules Bianchi?” One reporter asks, making you cringe.

“I want to make this very...very....very clear. What happened to Jules and me should've never happened in the first place. And I never want people to compare the two ever again. His family deserves respect when on the topic of his death, and by doing that, im never going to talk about what happened to him and me in the same sentence. Next question.”

“Y/n, will you still be able to race even after the reports of your injuries are released?” Some girl asks.

“Yes, I was allowed to race here at COTA, but...I deemed it too early and needed some more time, but if my team allows it, ill be more than happy to race in Mexico and hopefully win.” You laugh, making the others laugh.

“Is it true that FIA is deciding whether to give you a penalty for the crash?”

“I sure hope not. The race never should've happened, not in those conditions. And the FIA never told anyone the crane was on track. There's also proof that Nando passed the crane TWICE and never once knew it was there. If anything, the FIA should receive a penalty for what they did and for being very inconsistent and unsafe in their rulings.” Everyone stares at you, having never seen a driver call out the FIA so bluntly.

“Y/n, how are you and Mick?” you turn and face the reporter and can't help the blush that covers your face making everyone laugh and smile at you.

It was no secret that Mick was beside you through everything and was always posting little updates for your fans about you, but your friendship was turning into something more that you weren't sure just what yet.

“It's going well, we're close friends, and Sebastian has known us both since kids, but we grew up together, and having them both as a crutch as I healed helped a lot.” you directed the question but still answered it slightly.

“If that's all, I should get going and see everyone before the race.” you laugh and walk off quickly, going to the Haas paddock and seeing that familiar blonde hair.

“So, we're just good friends, hmm?” He asks, not even turning around from the screen.

You huff and shake your head before letting your hands travel up his back, making his tense form relax. “Yes, we are gold friends, just friends who are a little more.” Kissing his back, he turns around, checking you over, making sure you're okay.

“You handled the first question well.” He praises kissing your lips gently.

“Thanks; I knew mistakes could cost me, but I needed to get that over with.” He nods his head before watching you closely.

“Callin, the FIA out was ballsy.” You drop by the head, knowing that would be a problem.

“But, you were right; trying to lay blame on you was horrible; if they come after you, I'll deal with it. Seb will, but you know what I mean.” He makes you giggle and lean up, kissing his cheek.

“Go, race, cowboy, oh, and mistakes can cost you.” You giggle, making him roll his eyes as he gets ready.

“I'll kick your ass in Mexico; it'll be alright.” He laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Be careful.” in a severe tone, Mick looks down at you and stops knowing since the crash; you hate any of them being in one.

“Always.” He bumps your foreheads together before heading to the car.

Watching them all get in the the car, your heart clenches, but you knew they were the best of the best; they'd all be okay, and so would you.

Hello! Could you write a fanfiction in which someone hurt the reader (wife) and she didn't tell Thomas until he found out himself. Maybe he saw bruises on her body? Thank you girly❤️

Damn! I'm a sucker for protective Tommy. You got me with this one x

A Small Mishap

Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- swearing, mention of violence 18+

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"Shit, shit, shit," Isaiah blurted out, as he helped you up off the floor. He was meant to be walking you home. But, a fight had broken out in the pub. Men drunk after a day of losing money.

They had been thrown out onto the street, of course. Plenty of peaky men around to sort out trouble. It had all started, just as your shift was ending. Chairs had been thrown, glasses smashed, as chaos ensued.

You were Thomas Shelby's wife, no one dared look at you. Let alone shove you out of the way. Luckily, you had only bounced off a chair, landing on the floor. Some bruised ribs, and a bump on the back of your head.

You would live. No one else would, if Tommy found out.

"Why are you panicking?" you queried, brushing your dress down again. This was bloody new! Now it was full of stale beer.

"Mrs Shelby.." he began, but you shoved his shoulder.

"Sorry, Y/n. You know what Tom’s like, when it comes to you. I'm dead, I'm a fucking dead man. Before I'm twenty one." his Birmingham accent was deep, as he panicked. Pacing the pub.

“No one is dead, for goodness sake,” you chastised Isaiah. “It will be fine, you are over reacting. We just keep quiet,”

Still muttering under his breath, he walked you home. Making sure you got inside, before he scooted off. The light was on upstairs, Tommy must be home. Making your way up to find him, you plastered a smile on your face.

Ignoring the pain in your ribs, ignoring the dull ache in your head.

You found Tommy in the bath, in front of the fire. Clothes discarded on a chair, stained with blood. Something had happened. Sensing your presence, he turned his head.

“Here she is, ey,” he mused, “My beloved wife,”

Kneeling next to him, you kissed his full lips. “You’re home early, Tommy,” you noted. Ignoring the stained clothes there. Ask no questions, hear no lies.

“It’s late, princess. And you’re back late, was it busy?” He asked. Shit, you hadn’t realised how late it actually was.

“Hmm,” you responded, as you stood back up. Deciding to just go to bed, catching your hand he pulled you back. A grin on his face.

“Why don’t you come in here, and join me?” He queried, wet hands snaking along your body. Smiling, you bent to kiss him again. Thinking of an excuse, so he wouldn’t see your injuries.

“I’ve got a headache, Tommy,” you lied, “I’m just going to go to bed,” Stroking your cheek, he nodded.

“Ok, I won’t be long,” he assured you. As you left him to go to bed.

Quickly stripping, you observed yourself in the mirror. The side of your ribs now purple, and sore. Wincing you slipped your nightie on, and climbed into bed.

When you woke the next morning, you found yourself alone. Head pounding, from where you had banged it. Groaning, you rolled over. Realising the house was quiet, Tommy must have left early for work.

You just hoped no gossip from the pub, had reached him. You knew how he could over react. Slipping from the bed, you lifted your nightie. Standing in front of the mirror, “Shit,” you sighed.

This bruise was going to be hard to hide. You could always say you had your period. Yeah, that was a good plan.

“What the fuck is that?!” You heard the voice of your husband, from the doorway.

Gasping, you jumped with shock. Thinking he had gone to work already. But no, here he was.

Standing in the doorway, with a pot of tea for you. Slamming the teapot and cup down, he strode over to you. Lifting your nightie back up.

“Oh… it’s nothing Tommy. Just a small mishap,” You answered, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him good morning.

“A mishap!!” He vented. “A fucking mishap!”

Bending down to look, you hissed as he touched your skin. “Start talking Y/n, or I will hunt everyone in Small Heath down to find out,”

Walking to the nightstand, you picked up your tea. Sipping slowly, “Thomas..” you started, as you fluttered your lashes at him.

“No,” he warned you, “That’s not going to work, and don’t Thomas me. Start talking,”

Huffing, you gently lowered yourself onto the bed. “I’m not one of your men. I am your wife, so please don’t speak to me like that,”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, as he lit a cigarette. Waiting to hear your story, impatiently tapping his foot.

"There was a little scuffle in the pub, that's all. I got in the way, but I'm fine," you smiled, sipping your tea. Oooh, you would need to take something for this headache.

"A little scuffle!!" he shouted, "Who put their hands on my wife, ey?!! I want the name, Y/n!"

"Thomas, you are over reacting. It was a..."

"Yeah, mishap," he cut you off, now dragging his suit jacket on. "His name, Y/n. I will find out, you know I will,"

Rolling your eyes, you placed your favourite china cup down. And walked towards him, placing your hands gently on his biceps. "I don't know the name, it was an accident. So please, just don't go and get into a fight,"

Holding your face, he sighed. "I love you, baby," He led you towards the bed, "You rest, I will be back soon, yeah?" Winking, he walked away.

"Tommy!" you called after him, but you knew any argument was futile. You just felt sorry for the poor man.

It was only a small mishap.

Sick

summary: Y/n is sick...

I feel miserable. My head is pounding, my body aches in places I didn't even know could hurt, and my nose is so stuffed up that breathing feels like a full-time job. I'm curled up in bed under a mountain of blankets, feeling like a small, pathetic pile of humanity, when I hear the door creak open.

"Y/n..." Charles's voice is so soft, it's almost a whisper, but it cuts through the fog in my brain easily.

I lift my head just barely to look at him, my eyes puffy and tired. I'm too weak to even form words, so I just let out a pathetic little grunt, which somehow says everything he needs to know.

He smiles — that small, soft smile he only ever uses when he's worried about me — and crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed. He reaches out, brushing some sweaty hair away from my forehead, his hand cool and comforting.

"You're burning up, baby," he murmurs, more to himself than to me. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up a little."

I don't have the strength to argue, even though the thought of moving makes me want to cry. Gently, Charles scoops me up like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his chest. I tuck my face into his shoulder, too tired to even be embarrassed by how much I'm leaning on him.

He carries me into the bathroom, already warm from the steam of the bath he must've run earlier. The smell of lavender fills the air — something calming, soothing — and he kneels down with me, setting me softly on the edge of the tub. I blink at him through heavy lashes, feeling like I might fall asleep sitting up.

"Let me help, yeah?" he says quietly, almost like he's asking for permission. I nod weakly.

With hands that are so careful it almost makes me cry, Charles peels my sweat-soaked clothes off, helping me step into the warm water. The second my body hits the heat, I let out a small, broken sigh. It feels so good I could melt right there.

Charles rolls up his sleeves and kneels beside the tub, taking a soft cloth and running it gently over my arms, my back, my face. Every motion is slow, patient, like he's afraid I'll shatter if he's too rough.

"You're doing so good," he whispers, dipping the cloth back into the water and wringing it out carefully. "Just relax, okay?"

I close my eyes, letting myself be cared for. The warmth of the bath, the rhythmic motion of his hands, the quiet sound of his breathing — it all works together to calm the pounding in my head just a little.

After a while, he helps me out, wrapping me immediately in the biggest, fluffiest towel he could find. He dries me off so gently it feels like I'm made of glass, then carries me back to bed and tucks me in like I'm something precious.

"I'll be right back," he says, brushing a kiss across my forehead.

I don't even have time to miss him before he's back, a bowl of soup in his hands and that same gentle look in his eyes. He sits beside me again, helping me sit up against the pillows.

"Here," he says, blowing on the spoon before holding it up to my lips. "Small sips."

I feel stupid, letting someone feed me like I'm a child, but Charles doesn't make it feel stupid. His hand is steady, his touch light, and his patience endless. Every spoonful is warm and soothing, easing the ache in my throat a little at a time.

"You're doing great," he says after every few bites, like it's some huge accomplishment that I'm managing to swallow soup.

When I'm too tired to eat anymore, he sets the bowl aside and carefully tucks me back under the covers, adjusting the blanket so it's perfectly snug around me. He sits with me for a moment longer, running his fingers softly through my damp hair.

"You're safe," he murmurs. "You're gonna feel better soon. I've got you."

And even though my body feels awful and my head is still pounding, I believe him. Because with Charles here — patient, soft, steady Charles— I know I'm going to be okay.

I'm half-dozing when I hear the door creak open again. I manage to crack one eye open just enough to see Alexandra slipping into the room, her arms full — a fresh set of clothes, a fluffy blanket, and what looks like a cup of tea balanced precariously on top.

Charles looks up at her with a small smile, and even through my fever haze, I catch the quiet exchange between them — that look they always share, the one that says "we've got this."

"Hey, baby," Alex says softly, setting everything down on the nightstand. She crosses to my side of the bed and kneels down, her hand cool as she brushes my hair back from my face. "You scared us a little."

I blink at her, throat too raw to speak, but I reach for her hand weakly. She catches it immediately, squeezing back gently.

Charles shifts so Alex can sit beside me, her body curling protectively around mine. She pulls the new blanket over both of us, making sure I'm tucked in right against her chest. I sink into her warmth like it's the only thing tethering me to the planet.

Charles sits at the foot of the bed now, watching, making sure everything is just right. He picks up the tea Alex brought and gently places it in her hands.

"Think you can get her to sip a little?" he asks quietly.

Alex smiles at me, the kind of smile that feels like home, and nods. She tilts the cup carefully, holding it to my lips. The first sip is warm, a little sweet, and it soothes the rawness in my throat immediately.

"There you go," she murmurs. "Just little bits. No rush."

I take a few more sips before resting my head against her shoulder again, completely exhausted but feeling... safer. Better. Not fixed, not yet — but not alone.

Charles moves around the room quietly, picking up the abandoned soup bowl and tidying up, but every few minutes he glances back at me, like he can't quite help himself.

"You're gonna be okay, baby," Alex says into my hair, rocking me just a little like I'm a kid again. "We've got you."

"Always," Charles echoes from the foot of the bed, his voice so sure, so steady.

And somewhere deep inside the fever and the fog, I believe them. I believe every word.

Because if there's anything in the world I trust — it's Charles's steady hands, and Alex's arms around me, and the way they both love me like I'm something fragile and fierce all at once.

I close my eyes, wrapped up in both of them, and finally — finally — let myself rest.

Alexandra's POV

Y/n's breathing evens out against my shoulder, her body finally relaxing fully into mine. I stay completely still, scared to even shift in case I disturb her.

Charles catches my eye from the foot of the bed. He's still holding the empty soup bowl in one hand, the towel slung over his shoulder from earlier. He looks tired — the same kind of tired I feel. The kind that settles in your chest when someone you love is hurting and there's not much you can do but be there.

I brush Y/n's hair back from her forehead again, fingers gentle, and kiss the top of her head. She doesn't stir. I can feel how warm her skin still is — the fever's still hanging on — but at least she's sleeping.

Charles sets the bowl down quietly on the nightstand and moves closer, crouching beside me. His hand finds my knee, squeezing it softly.

"She's okay," he says, barely above a whisper, like he's trying to convince himself too.

I nod, my throat tight. "Yeah. She's okay. She just needs time."

We both look down at her. Y/n looks so small like this. It's rare — usually she's so loud, so stubborn, so alive — but tonight she just looks... fragile. And it breaks my heart a little.

Charles leans his forehead against my arm for a second, letting out a slow breath. "I hate seeing her like this."

"I know," I whisper. I run my fingers through her hair again, slow and rhythmic, just trying to soothe her even in sleep.

We stay like that for a while — the three of us — until the room feels like it's breathing with us, warm and quiet and full of love.

Charles helps me shift her properly into the bed, both of us moving carefully like she's made of glass. She mumbles something under her breath as we lay her down, her fingers weakly clutching at my hoodie, not wanting to let go even in sleep.

"I'm right here, love," I whisper, smoothing her hair back. "Not going anywhere."

Charles pulls the blanket up to her chin, his movements careful, tucking her in the way you would a kid — neat, protective. His eyes are so full of tenderness it almost undoes me. He brushes a thumb across her cheek before finally climbing into bed on the other side of her.

I slip under the covers too, curling up close. Y/n immediately nuzzles against my chest, her face pressing into me, her whole body instinctively seeking comfort. I wrap my arms around her, feeling the weight of her settle into me fully.

Charles lies close on her other side, one of his hands finding hers beneath the blanket. He squeezes it gently, grounding her even in her sleep.

For a long while, we just lie there. The room is dim, the only sound the faint hum of the heater and Y/n's soft, uneven breaths. Every so often, she whimpers, shifting like she's caught in some fever dream, and each time, either Charles or I is there — whispering quiet reassurances, rubbing slow circles into her back or stroking her hair.

At some point, Charles's foot brushes against mine under the covers, a silent touch, and I press back without thinking. No words needed. We're both here. We both have her. We have each other.

I kiss Y/n's hair again, breathing her in — even sick, she still smells like home.

Eventually, I feel Y/n's breathing deepen, her body truly relaxing between us for the first time all night.

I let my eyes drift closed, one hand stroking through her hair, the other curled protectively around her. Charles's arm stretches over both of us now, like he's trying to shield us with just his presence alone.

And finally — for the first time in hours — I let myself rest too.

The morning is quiet, the soft kind of quiet that only happens when it's just the three of us, tucked away from the rest of the world.

The first thing I feel is Y/n's hair tickling under my chin, her head still tucked against me like she's afraid to let go even in sleep. Charles's hand is still loosely laced with hers, his breathing steady and slow.

I don't dare move much. I just lie there, running my fingers softly through her hair, careful not to wake her too soon.

Her face looks less flushed than last night, her brows no longer pinched tight in pain or fear. She's still pale, but she looks... peaceful.

I glance over at Charles. His eyes are open too now, just watching her, his thumb tracing absent-minded little circles on the back of her hand. He catches my eye and gives me a small, tired smile.

"She's cooler," he mouths.

I nod, swallowing the lump of relief in my throat.

We stay like that for a while, just breathing together, soaking in the slow miracle of her getting better.

Eventually, I feel her shift a little, her nose scrunching like it always does when she's about to wake up but doesn't want to. I smile down at her, brushing a knuckle against her cheek.

"Morning, sleepy," I whisper so softly it's almost a secret.

Her eyes flutter open, confused at first — then they land on me, then on Charles, and something in her whole body relaxes like a string snapping loose.

Y/n' POV

I blink a few times, trying to figure out if I'm dreaming.

But no — Alex is real, right there, holding me so close I can feel her heart beating against my ear. And Charles is there too, his fingers wrapped around mine like he never let go.

For a second, I just stay still, soaking it in. I feel weak, my throat dry and scratchy, but there's something warm and safe about the way they're looking at me. Like nothing bad could ever happen as long as we're here, together.

"Hi," I croak out, my voice wrecked.

Alex smiles at me so softly it makes my chest ache. "Hi, baby. How're you feeling?"

I frown, trying to assess it. Everything hurts a little, my head is pounding, but it's better. Way better than last night. I glance between them, feeling a rush of gratitude so fierce it nearly knocks the breath out of me.

"Like I got hit by a bus," I rasp, managing a weak grin.

Charles chuckles — a warm, low sound — and reaches out to brush my hair away from my face. "You look better than you did yesterday."

"Not saying much," I mumble, and Alex laughs, the sound soft and sweet.

"You scared us," she says, her voice dipping low, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. "But you're okay now. We've got you."

"I know," I whisper. I nuzzle closer to her chest, clinging onto the comfort. "Thank you."

Charles squeezes my hand. "Always, Y/n/n."

Alex presses a kiss into my hair, lingering there like she can heal me with just her touch. Maybe she can.

I must've drifted back off for a little while, because the next thing I know, the bed shifts underneath me. I groan, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

"Nooo," I whine into Alex's hoodie, clinging onto her like a stubborn koala.

She laughs quietly, trying to peel herself away without really trying. "Baby, you need to eat something," she says gently, stroking my hair. "You haven't eaten in almost a day."

"I'm fine," I mumble. "I'll survive. Like a cockroach."

Charles snorts from where he's sitting at the foot of the bed. "Cockroaches eat, you know."

I crack one eye open to glare at him, but it's weak at best. My body feels like it's made of wet sand.

"Come on," Alex coaxes, so soft it makes my heart ache. "Just a little bit. For me?"

I huff dramatically but I already know I've lost. I can never say no to her when she uses that voice.

"Fine," I grumble, rolling onto my back like a petulant child. "But I'm not chewing. One spoonful and I'm done."

Charles stands up, bringing over the little tray they must've set up. There's a bowl of steaming soup — homemade, by the smell of it — and a glass of water with a straw.

"You don't have to chew soup, genius," he teases, setting it down carefully beside Alex.

I stick my tongue out at him, then immediately regret it when my throat scratches painfully. Alex just smiles, dipping the spoon into the broth, blowing on it until it's cool enough, then holding it up to my lips.

"Open," she says softly, like she's feeding a toddler.

I roll my eyes but obey, letting her feed me a spoonful. It's warm and salty and tastes like heaven, even if my stomach protests at the sudden attention.

"Good girl," Alex praises, wiping the corner of my mouth with her thumb. The simple, silly praise makes me blush hotter than the soup.

Charles chuckles low under his breath, pretending he's not looking at me like I'm the most ridiculous, lovable thing he's ever seen.

"Don't laugh at me," I mutter after swallowing another sip.

"I'm not," he says — and he's technically telling the truth. His face is suspiciously neutral, but his eyes are glowing with affection. "I'm proud of you."

"You're so full of it," I grumble, but deep down, it feels nice. It feels safe.

Between the two of them — Alex patiently feeding me and Charles making me laugh just enough to forget how gross I feel — the ache in my chest loosens a little more.

Maybe being sick isn't so bad... when you're this loved.

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who finally decides to reward you for your hard work by taking your virginity. It was on a late say when the two of you were once again alone for extra classes, except this time, when you were about to come from the dildo he pulled it out and pressed the fat tip of his cock against your entrance instead.

"Are you excited, darling? You're finally getting rewarded for all your hard work. You'll finally feel your professors cock in your pussy. No more fingers, no more toys, my raw cock. I think you're ready enough. Shall I put it in and claim that virgin cunt as mine?"

Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who despite teaching you how to put a condom on his cock doesn't want to use it for the first time. You'll get the best experience if you feel him fully, screeching out your tight virgin hole further, even more then the toys you used. It hurts at first, your legs snap shut around his hips to stop him from moving, your fists clench around his sleeves, a painful expression on your face while he holds still and kisses your face gently, his thumb rubbing little circles on your hard clit.

"The real thing feels quite a bit different, don't worry, you'll get used to it soon, I promise you. God, how are you still so tight? Am I still too big for you? I need to make your cunt adjust to my size, get it used to being fucked day in and day out. Hm? Yes, I'll make sure you make up for all this time you weren't being a slut. You need to know how good of a cocksleeve you can be."

Sex-Ed!Professor Zhongli who would love nothing more then to shoot his load inside of you, but you're still his student, and his favorite one to be exact. You're not nearly ready enough to be a mother, not for a long time, not until the day he makes you his pretty wife. But until then he will spend every day fucking you till your legs don't work.

"Stop begging for my cum. You got a taste of it and now you can't get enough of it. I knew from the moment I saw you that you would make for a lovely cumdump for me. If you want it so much you're gonna need to suck it from my dick. But first lets get that pussy coming around my cock hm? You deserve to know how it feels to come with your professor's big cock in your pussy."