I NEED To Read Something About Lewis Or Carlos In The Mafia, I Need These Men To Be Beautiful, Passionate

I NEED to read something about Lewis or Carlos in the mafia, I need these men to be beautiful, passionate and dangerous. Someone please write !!!

Y/N: If Charl adopted Oscar, we're adopting Lando now

Carlos: B-..

Lando on the internet: YOU CAN CALL ME LANDO NORRIS SAINZ FROM NOW ON

I heard through the grapevine that your request were open only till tomorrow night so

Werewolf!carlos 🤭🤭 fluff

Y/n constantly teasing Carlos because he always looks like a confused puppy 🐶 and he’s like Amor im a dangerous apex predator not a puppy.

babe ily (also i was gonna write this, read THIS by @lewmagoo, fell in love with it and... this happened) (if you guys are as obsessed with Rhett Abbott as me plspls read it) (even if not still read it lol its so fucking good)

warnings: light smut

Carlos was insanely protective over his family, over his pack.

His father was the head of the family, the leader of the pack. His life centred around protecting them. He'd raised his son with the same mind set, to protect his sisters, protect his mother.

He was vicious, but only when he needed to be. To anybody outside of the pack, Carlos wasn't calm, but he was in control, ready to lash out at a moments notice. Most avoided him at all costs.

But she didn't know. She didn't even know what he was when they first met. Her not being afraid of him was what drew him in. She was bold and Carlos wanted to know more.

He couldn't stay away from her. From the first time he took her to his bed, pushed his cock through her folds while she whined out his name, he knew he didn't want to. He wanted to keep her caged in his arms, his body moving against hers, for as long as he could.

It wasn't clear when they fell into a relationship. Carlos just didn't want her being with anybody else. They'd never said they were anything other than having sex, but every time a guy approached her, her was stride up to them, a growl leaving his throat (the guy always backed off after that).

Carlos was still insanely protective over his family, over his pack. She had become a part of that pack, even if she didn't realise it. (She had learnt what he was, had watched him transform right before her very eyes.)

Lando was his best friend. He'd been accepted by his family, accepted into his pack. Carlos couldn't help but treat him like a pup sometimes. In the occasions where Lando was acting childish (and not even in a bad way), Carlos could grab the back of his neck, calming him down instantly.

But there were some things that Lando said, usually attempting to speak Spanish, that had Carlos continued. Soy lago, Lando had said. Carlos's brows furrowed as he stared at his muppet friend. Lando repeated it again. When that sweet, confused look deepened on Carlos's face, she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

His girlfriend, the woman he was mated to, couldn't stop herself from laughing as she watched their interaction. A playful growl left Carlos's lips as he looked at her. But then he turned his attention back to Lando. "I am a lake?" He translated, incredibly confused.

She snorted, holding her stomach.

Suddenly Carlos was standing. He strode over to where she sat on the couch. He nipped at her neck, let out a noise from his throat (a cross between a growl and a whine, one that had her giggling).

"I'm sorry, my love," she said and kissed his nose. "You just... you look so cute when you're confused."

He glared, but she knew it wasn't serious. "I'm not cute," he insisted.

If she ran her hands through his hair, she knew she'd get him to purr like a cat. But she held back. Not in front of Lando (or he'd never live it down). "Carlos, you're fucking cute," she said. "You're like a sweet little puppy."

He stood up straight, her arms slipping from around his neck as he pulled away from her. "A sweet little puppy?! Cariño, I'm a dangerous predator, a killer, not a puppy!"

Her eyes went wide as she stared at him. "Could you say you've got... the skin of a killer?"

His face dropped as he stared at her. But his eyes flashes as he stared at her. "You're gonna get it now."

Hiiii!!! I just want to say, your Toto fics are amazing ❤️🫡

OH MY GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT, KNOWING THIS MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE WITH LOVE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Thank you for telling me this, sweetie, it's important to me 🫶🏼

I wanted to write a series, maybe about Toto or Lewis, but I have no idea how to start or what the main point would be. I am the shame of the ficwriter category

Better than Romeo and Juliet

No warning, just cuteness and softness here.

The socks absorbed the sound of her footsteps on the wooden floor, but the walls weren't enough to muffle Toto's complaints in his office. She stood at the door of the room holding the book against her chest, wondering if it was a good idea to go in and disturb his work... From his grumbling, it would probably be a good idea.

Y/N pushed the door lightly and put her head inside the office, seeing her fiancé standing in front of the window, and from the state of his hair, the situation on the phone wasn't good. She cleared her throat and caught his attention.

"Am I getting in the way?" Y/N questioned.

"What? You never get in my way, darling." He assures her, calling her into the office, and returns to arguing in fast-paced German. "I was screaming, wasn't I?"

"A little yes... I came to see if you don't want to find out the end of the story..." she suggests, lifting the book, at that point, Toto didn't even care about the conversation on the phone. He said goodbye and threw the phone on the table, walking towards the woman.

"I assume I wasn't even remembering that, darling" he murmurs against his bride's mouth, peppering small kisses on her face. "But now you gave me something..."

"So you won't mind reading it today...? Y/N speaks, making her famous puppy eyes lost in the change, which of course, had a great appeal to the Austrian.

"I thought the reading thing was your thing, baby" he tried to get away with it.

"Ah you can't blame me, you and your prescription glasses are my guilty pleasure, love."

In less than five minutes, the two were lying in bed, with the room's diffused lights on, creating a warm and soft atmosphere. This was exactly the description of a home she always had in mind.

Her mind fell into the limbo that Toto's voice created. It was usually Y/N who read at night, but she loved it when Toto took it for himself.

"These violent pleasures have violent ends, And die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, Which, when they kiss, consume each other" Toto's voice gained a deep, sleepy tone, and it suited the story so much. Y/N yawned before laying down on his chest, listening to Toto's heartbeat and felt her own heart rate match his. "This is very tragic, are you sure you really like Romeo and Juliet?"

"Romeo and Juliet is the epitome of tragic romance, and you know that tragic romances are my weakness," she confessed. "You have a good reading voice, have you ever thought about giving up your career as a team leader and becoming a book narrator on YouTube?"

Toto chuckled, dropping the book on the bedside table, "I'll consider this my retirement plan, don't worry."

The silence between the two was comfortable, just listening to each other's breathing.

"What's attractive about two rival teenagers falling in love and dying within a week? It's very tragic" Toto asks, really curious about that, he understood the appeal of Pride and Prejudice, even Wuthering Heights, but Romeo and Juliet was a mystery.

"That depends on each person... Some people hate it, others don't understand, I like how intense they are, from the way they love to the way they die" Y/N said. "Their surrender to the feeling, all the rivalry between the families, this story is wonderful."

Toto hums in agreement, running his fingers down her shoulder, making gentle circles on the warm skin.

"And of course, all teenage girls would like to receive declarations of love as romantic as Romeo's on Juliet's balcony."

"Were you one of those girls?"

"Maybe, I watched Twilight, so I guess that counts for something," she laughs, standing up to face him. "But I sure don't need it right now."

"Same? Why?"

"For a girl who always loved the Italian accent, I was surprised to fall in love with the Germanic accent, with a lot of Austrian appeal, you know?"

Toto laughed, holding her against him. "I like the idea of having the upper hand over Romeo and all his tragic romanticism."

"Your advantage is that you exist and he doesn't, I bet no girl could resist Romeo."

"Is my advantage existing and being Austrian? That's not romantic."

Y/N laughed "no one said the competition would be fair, I think you can read some more, I'm still not sleepy.

"You're taking advantage of me?"

"Yes, now read, Torger and don't forget your glasses."

"Of course, of course ma'am, we're here to continue feeding your guilty pleasure" he grumbled, taking the book and his glasses. "Let's bring closure to these dramatic teenagers."

Y/N closed her eyes, absorbing the deep sound of his voice, laughing when he forced his Italian accent in some parts. That was his teenage dream and he didn't need any declaration. But she wouldn't tell Toto, that was better than any passionate teenage ambition. Better than Romeo and Juliet.

Writing this was absolutely sweet, I got the idea from watching “Love in Verona” and thought about it. N I couldn't let it go and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, until next time!!