I Have To Start Writing Again, Does Anyone Still Read My Blog?

I have to start writing again, does anyone still read my blog? 🤔

𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗔 ･.｡.:*･

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･.｡.:*･ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤. ･.｡.:*･

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･.｡.:*･𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬?･.｡.:*･

🏁 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝟎𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝟑𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝟒𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝟎 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠;

🏁 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫;

🏁 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲;

🏁 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫;

🏁 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭;

🏎️ 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦

I know what you want, but I want to hear you say || TW

summary: To Toto, you and your intentions are as transparent as glass, but that doesn't matter, he wants to hear you say it.

cw: Pure filth, mild smut, softdom!Toto, sub!reader, brat!reader, teasing on both sides, mild degradation.

a/n: nothing too long, just dirty daydreams of a Saturday morning.

You've been hovering around him all morning, giving him cute little smiles, bringing him coffee, massaging his shoulders randomly. You were restless and it was noticeable from miles away, he loved seeing your attempts to disguise, to keep a low profile, but Toto saw what you were implying between the lines, he knew you wanted to be bent over his desk, interfering with his work, being taken like a brat.

Honey, you were so transparent to him, Toto would realize your intentions in the dark, with a blindfold on.

He took off his glasses as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, not knowing exactly how long he had been in front of the computer, he looked up to catch a glimpse of you lying on the couch, watching your favorite TV show. Conveniently facing away from him, who would have guessed, right? You wore a flowery summer dress, made of light fabric and thin straps, the hem of the dress dangerously above the line between your thighs and your ass.

Toto tilted his head, seeing how the dress did little to cover her black lingerie, Toto felt his pants get tight in his crotch. He knew what you were up to, handing him cups of coffee, leaving her breasts very "absentmindedly" close to his face, giving a limitless view of her cleavage, or how her hips swayed in a hypnotic manner when you left the office. Wearing that far from innocent dress, the hints were there, and he would have to be blind not to see them; Toto tried to ease the discomfort of the pants over his cock, but apparently only you could solve that.

"Schatzi, can you come here"? He called you and seeing you look at him over your shoulder made his pants feel even tighter. Damn.

You jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly to the office, without asking for permission, you sat on his lap, available in a very convenient way. Toto kept his hand strategically placed on your thighs, caressing the soft skin, without breaking the limit of the dress, for now, you swung your feet, adjusting herself on his lap until she was comfortable — right on top of his hard cock, and heard him take a deep breath, you were reaching your limit and you knew it, like the provocative brat you were.

"What were you watching, schatzi?" He questioned, slowly spreading your thighs, exploring the warm skin slowly. You smiled, crossing your arms under your breasts, making your cleavage more evident. He put away the papers, closed the notebook, leaving the table clean and unoccupied for now.

"I wanted to watch Supernatural, but I ended up leaving it on Masterchef" you murmured, moving a little, making the hardened penis fit between your legs, exactly where you wanted it, drawing a harsher breath from the older man.

"I see... And was it good?" his fingers traced lines on your inner thigh, creating goosebumps on your skin, making you gasp.

"Too much!

Toto reached the soaked fabric of your panties, and you were literally dripping wet, the wet spot on your thighs didn't lie. You moaned and thrust your hips against his hand, leaning on the arm of the armchair and holding onto the oak table. Toto massaged your clitoris, very sensitive and swollen with need, he drew spirals on the delicate spot until leaving you on the edge of your orgasm, and then he stopped, listening to your moans.

"You're very easy to read, baby, such a sweet and transparent little thing, I can see all your desires, but..." he pressed his thumb again on her panties, rubbing the delicate lace against your clit, making you bite your lip and moan, unable to keep your eyes open "what do you want, baby?"

He stopped and you whimpered loudly, pushing your pelvis against him, wanting more contact, your legs were shaking and you lost strength in every second of torture.

"Baby- fuck! Please!" you moaned, pressing your nails into your palms, Toto was such a cruel son of a bitch...

"What? Sorry Schatzi, I don't understand, can you repeat that?" he snapped, but the response he got was your ass rubbing circles over his dick, making everything more exciting for both of you. He grunted, pushing his fingers into you, pressing against the wet lace, you rolled your eyes, it felt so good, wow, you could pass out right there. "What happened dear?" Toto questioned cynically.

He laughed, starting a crazy game, he stimulated your clit until he felt you tremble with the imminent orgasm and then he stopped, letting all the tension dissipate to start again, teasing you again.

“I know what you want, but I want to hear you ask for it” he held your chin as he pushed your panties to the side, inserting two fingers into your needy hole, making you scream. "What could my dirty, needy brat want now?" He moved his fingers, brushing your G-spot very superficially, making you tremble all over.

"Shit Toto-...!" You said between moans, squeezing the fingers moving in and out of you, controlling your orgasm.

"Huh? What?" He teased, removing his fingers, you almost collapsed, pissed that he had interrupted your orgasm again.

"Please, fuck... Fuck me soon, I want to cum so bad!" You exclaimed, grabbing the lapel of his shirt.

He smiled, placing you on the table, sitting with your legs open to him, you could barely support yourself with your arms and then you lay down as best you could on the furniture, Toto groaned at your surrender.

"I hope you don't like this pair" and with that said, he tore off your panties, licking a generous stripe across your pussy. "That's my fucking good girl, you just wanted to get fucked, didn't you, pretty girl? Being thrown onto this table and being fucked until you pass out was in your plans from an early age..

You rubbed your wet folds against his mouth, letting him fuck you however he pleased. You lost your breath.

"if that's what you wanted, then I'll give it to you, brat" and with that, he fell on top of you, fucking your pussy insanely.

Wicked Traitor || TW

summary: One thing you always regretted was not listening to your grandmother's advice, you thought it was nonsense, something for old people. But there was one thing she said — and that you again ignored — was that, deep down, men were still men.

cw: angst, lies, manipulation, gaslighting, pain, crying, anger, Toto being a total idiot, misogyny, slightly abusive behavior, toxic relationship, age gap. Reader being naive and (a little?) silly.

a/n: Have I already told you how much of a sucker I am for harrowing and sad stories? I love tragic endings, I love broken hearts and yes, I came to bring that. 'will this make me hate you, sat?' *evil laugh* I REALLY hope so. Please, really please, pay attention to triggers, don't read if it makes you sensitive, no reading is more important than your mental health, I don't want this to become uncomfortable for you, so please prioritize yourself.

soundtrack: How Do You Sleep — Sam Smith

“I've gotta leave and start the healing / But when you move like that, I just want to stay„

Staring at your pitiful reflection in the mirror, you can't help but reflect on how right your grandmother was about many things, especially men. You should have taken her wisdom into consideration, bearing in mind that she had four marriages and respectively four divorces, you should have taken these facts into consideration when it came to romantic relationships.

You sniffled, hating how ridiculous you looked: smudged mascara, nose swollen and red from crying, and disheveled. It was a horrible portrait of a beautiful girl, and it only made you cry and sob more.

"At the end of the day, honey, men will still be men, even when they give flowers and kisses. Men will always be men, remember that." Your grandmother said that sometimes, you never paid attention, you thought she was getting old, being quite mean in fact.

You, in your young and idiotic naivety, didn't believe it, especially when it came to Toto Fucking Wolff, the team principal of the great Mercedes-AMG Petronas. Her mind just blocked out the signals, seeing only the man Lana Del Rey always sang about in her songs, he was beautiful, older, experienced and seductive. God, you were so in love with him, it was like a movie.

He loved you, your sweet way, your spontaneity and lightness, he gave you flowers, lilies because you thought roses were overrated, he gave you caramels with fleur de sel because you loved bittersweet things. Toto took you to enjoy the summer in Monaco and you had some sweet weekends in Sicily, drinking limoncello while sunbathing in the Italian sun. It was your fucking summer romantic dream, a gorgeous man who loved you and treated you like a queen, what more could you want?

Holy Christ, how stupid you had been! How did you not see things? How did you not see all the times he convinced you with gifts, sex or any other trick to do what he wanted? Go out with your friends? Duh, you didn't have to, Toto would take you out for dinner, girls' afternoon at the lounge? Don’t you want to get your hair done in L’Oreal’s specialized salons? Spending the holidays with family? It's because you hadn't seen how beautiful Christmas in the Swiss Alps could be.

'This outfit is a little short, don't you think Schatzi?' he spoke sweetly, looking at you in the mirror. Then you would trade your skirt for a pair of jeans and sweater.

Things started to feel strange, holidays on the European coast or in the mountains were slowly being replaced by long periods alone in Austria, far from your family, without friends because you didn't respond to messages and were embarrassed to send a reply, after so long. Alone in a strange country, surrounded by almost oppressive luxury and guards who would report your every step.

But holy shit, you still stayed because you loved him, being the stupid, romantic girl that you were.

You loved the moments with him, when Toto kissed you and held you like you were a delicate crystal, how he fucked you like you were going to die the next day. Being often alone in a strange land left you vulnerable to him, anxious for his arrival, anticipating everything they would do when he was there. Psychologists would say you gave yourself over to Stockholm syndrome voluntarily, dammit!

But the moments you dreamed of, in a very deluded way, didn't happen, Toto arrived stressed, angry and full of work, the team took their time. He talked to engineers, mechanics, drivers, PR people and the annoying bigwigs at Mercedes, there was no time for you and your illusions of a girl in love. There was never time for you.

You liked F1, you watched it every Sunday with your father and uncles at your grandmother's house, it was a family tradition, Alonso was your favorite, you had photos with him, a lot of signed things and you followed each other on Instagram, you acted like a groupie when you were around the Spanish driver in the pitlane.

'You're going to keep jumping like an excited doe around Fernando for how long?' Toto asked as soon as you entered his room in the garage.

'Fernando is my favorite driver, I needed to congratulate him on his performance in qualifying' you replied, feeling your joy wither inside you, the harshness with which he had said it made you feel embarrassed.

'to congratulate?' he laughed sarcastically 'everyone thought you wanted to give it to him, Y/N'

'Why are you talking to me like that?' his voice was a mere pained whisper.

'Because my girlfriend was acting like a bitch over some random pilot, in front of me, in front of the cameras and in front of my team.' he spat out his irritation, making you shrink in place 'how did you want me to say, schatzi?!'

the room was luckily soundproof and no one outside of it would hear that argument, but it didn't lessen his embarrassment. You wanted the earth to open beneath your feet and swallow you.

After that, you never spoke to Fernando again and he wondered why you stopped following him on social media.

But I was still a big fan of Formula One and I wasn't a total layman, you knew how to interpret the data, you knew how everything went in sport and you had solid opinions about, but somehow, it all seemed stupid to Toto, you were just repeating the things people were telling you, honestly could you explain how DRS worked? What a fucking joke.

'I see what people say online, Toto' you speared the rigatoni, spreading the pesto all over your plate. 'they're saying you're purposely hindering Lewis' performance'

The sound of the fork being dropped abruptly made you alert, maybe you should keep your mouth shut, but damn you wanted to help, you knew how these things could affect the team, and Toto, consequently.

'I already told you, schatzi, I don't want to hear you repeating the nonsense people say! You're crazy? Do you really think I would ruin my pilot's performance on purpose?!' He said softly, but the unmasked anger in his voice was distressing.

'I am not! I only said what I saw! It's not my fault if it seems like Mercedes is prioritizing George!' You decided to respond in the same tone, seeing him clench his fist and take a deep breath.

'You won't talk to me like I'm one of your idle friends! Lower the tone!'

These fights became as frequent as make-up sex and gifts. What could you do? Toto had good taste in gifts and was frighteningly wonderful at sex.

You took a few sheets of disposable tissues and wiped the melted makeup off your face, your tears had dried and all that was left was anger at yourself, Toto and of the universe for putting the Austrian on his path.

Toto wasn't aggressive — apart from her voice and posture — you never felt physically threatened, but her emotional state? It was in shambles. Your self-esteem? You didn't know if you still had any self-esteem.

Toto loved to emphasize how naive you were and needed someone to guide you, how vulnerable you were in the world and how people could take advantage of you, Toto became your support, your support and you were alone, if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have anyone.

So you could bear the outbursts of anger, the sexist comments, from a distance. Toto was all you had, you could handle anything as long as you had him, and that was okay.

'God knows I'm not sexist, but this isn't for you, dear. I'll take care of it.' He said it like you were stupid.

And you really were stupid, really stupid, much more than anyone else, and you didn't usually think people were stupid, but you were.

Stupid to the point of seeing shades of red and pink on the collar of Toto's Mercedes' white shirts and pretending there was nothing, of smelling the sweet perfumes and ignoring it. Only because Toto made his entire world orbit around him, becoming his gravitational point.

But even you, stupid and stupid, started to get fed up with it, the bad comments, the toxicity, the bad way he treated you and of course, the betrayals.

You didn't think someone like Toto could be so wicked, so cruel like that, but in the end, he was still a man.

That night, there was lipstick on his clothes again and a sweet perfume, a whore perfume, his friends would say. You had gotten ready, put on nice clothes, you had even bought sexy lingerie and you smelled like 'Lost Cherry'. But Toto was a little drunk, smelling like cheap slut perfume — and God knew you didn't like going around calling women sluts —, it was your three year anniversary, he was drinking with another woman in some hole in Las Vegas. That was the trigger for his anger, you were fed up, tired of all the shit Toto was pushing at you.

Enough, it was time for you to put an end to that shitty situation you were in, but it wouldn't be easy, you knew.

'Wants to know? I don't care where you were, I'm tired of this shit, Torger!' You said, taking off your shoes and taking off your earrings.

Drunkenness gave way to sobriety, Toto blinked slowly before taking off his jacket and approaching you.

'What are you talking about? Why are you dressed like that?' The smell of whiskey mixed with the sickly perfume and there it was, the shade of burgundy red on the collar of his shirt. Damn, you were sick of it.

'Because I naively thought that my boyfriend would celebrate our anniversary with me, but he already had his private celebration with some random whore, so all that' you pointed to yourself dismissively 'not important'

Intrusive tears burned your tear duct, you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry and you wanted your mother's lap. You were a bad mess, fucking bad.

'You're being dramatic, I was just late, we can go to the Bellagio and earn a few dollars on the machines'

'Dramatic?! Please fuck off Toto! I've been dealing with this crap relationship alone, you've been treating me like shit, making me think I'm less than shit!' you screamed, in the epitome of your fury, suddenly your shoes flew towards him, which he dodged. 'You make me doubt my judgement, you make me look crazy! It took me away from my family, my friends and I'm being dramatic? Fuck you, damn it!!'

The tears finally broke through the barrier and ran down your cheeks, staining your makeup, melting mascara, eyeliner and every layer of makeup on your skin.

He sniffled, despite being startled by your sudden outburst, Toto wasn't too worried, he knew that all he had to do was give you a bracelet, or a bag and a good night of sex and you would be calm again.

'You're imagining things, love. Your friends don't deserve you, that's why they walked away and your family is abusive, remember? They always treated you badly-"

'No! So as to! Stop distorting things, manipulating me!' You screamed in tears. 'You're not going to do that shit to me again!' You pulled your hair, at the limit of your emotions, trying to express everything you felt, but it felt like it would explode if you did, or it would spontaneously combust, something like that, you know.

He looked at you, the same way he looked at his opponents when he was pissed, and there was the real Torger, the cruel, perverse and traitorous Torger. He would do anything to manipulate you, anything to keep you on his ropes, anything to keep you with him.

'And what are you going to do, Y/N? Go away? Where? Your family despised you, you have no friends here or anywhere in this fucking world. You're alone, schatzi' he said as he walked towards you 'you have no one but me, who will support you? Take care of you? A stupid girl, weak and with nothing, you won't go far without me'

Your jaw trembled and you ended up crying even harder, hating how true it all was. You had no one else but damn Toto.

He wiped her tears, held her chin to stop her shaking and smiled, kissing her salty lips.

'Now stop crying and get ready, we're going out to celebrate our anniversary' He said sweet and you almost believed it.

Toto left you alone and you ran to the bathroom, cleaned off the makeup, fixed your hair and fixed your clothes, that night, you would leave Toto, even if you ended up fucking alone, but your grandmother also said, better alone than poorly accompanied.

Toto could fuck off, you didn't fucking care anymore.

I would rather die alone and living in a hole in the gutter than there, surrounded by rotten luxury with an even more rotten man.

That was intense lol, I'm impressed with what I wrote. Like, look at how Toto was made here, oh my God, pure rubbish. I hated Toto in every line, I wanted to scream every time he opened his mouth, my God how cunning the devil is, I hope you hated him too

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Like a Lullaby || TW

summary: all the weight of being the head of a large illicit organization fell from his shoulders when Toto got home. He wasn't a wanted man when he was with you and Jack, he was just your husband, father of your child. Being home, dealing with his worry and watching Jack sleep was sweet, sweet like a lullaby.

cw: Few mentions of criminal acts, family life, cuteness and Toto being sweetly annoying, mild anguish, but nothing too painful, small conflict, quick and smooth resolution.

a/n: no surprise there's another story in an alternative universe on this blog, everyone knows I'm a sucker for alternative stories, arrest me if it's a crime, and of course we would have mafia! Toto here, and I hope you love my new baby

He stretched his body, there was too much tension in his shoulders and Toto felt so tired, he was sure he would sleep for weeks if he could. He decided to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom and wore a sweatshirt, he didn't want you to have to deal with blood and bruises; by God, he just wanted to lay with you and sleep until the end of the world.

But of course, things rarely went as he expected, he might be king on the streets of London, but at home he was just a commoner, and fuck if that didn't make him immensely happy. Toto found you in Jack's room, you were sitting on the carpet, Jack was sitting between your legs, Jack had convinced you to read The Chronicles of Narnia to him a few weeks ago and the boy was obsessed with the story, Edmund was his favorite Pevensie.

Toto walked carefully and wrapped his arms around you both, taking the book from your hands. You smelled the still fresh soap coming from him and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Jack didn't mind the change either, it was a routine custom in the Wolff house, Toto kissed your temple lightly and continued reading exactly where you left off,keeping his voice in the tone that warmed you, giving you the feeling of home. Just under an hour, Jack was sleeping so soundly that he was making small snores, and he grunted when Toto moved him to the bed, you covered the boy with the comforter and he placed his favorite stuffed animal on the corner of the bed, Jack rolled over until he was comfortable and continued sleeping.

"Good job, husband, you're good at being a father." You said, resting your head on his arm, Toto wrapped his arms around you, watching Jack sleep peacefully.

"Isn't it? I'm getting good at this, I think I can change careers, I think I'd be a great family coach, what do you think?" he said with false arrogance. You covered your mouth, stifling your laugh. "I'm serious, I'm going to write a script and think about some speeches."

"Of course, I think people will love it, seeing a wanted man lecturing on how to be a good father."

You turned on the night light and the two of you left Jack's room, closing the door carefully as you went to your suite. "If you took a shower downstairs, things were bad today, weren't they?"

Toto looked at you sideways, not wanting to answer you, but as soon as you entered the room, you stopped in front of him and waited for his answer.

"Okay, they didn't turn out as I expected, but don't worry, don't get involved, let me deal with the bad stuff" Toto kissed your forehead, trying to dissuade you, even though he knew it was a losing battle; you were always aware of Toto's shady dealings, you married him knowing that your husband was a wanted man and involved in illicit things. And honestly? Everything was fine, Toto had promised to keep things away from you and Jack, you always knew on what terms your husband lived.

"Do you have any injuries? Did you get hurt?" You tried to lift his shirt to see if there were any bruises or anything, but Toto hugged you and laughed.

"I'm fine, schatzi, there's nothing that needs stitches or bandages, relax" he assured, kissing her face. "you worry for nothing"

You rolled your eyes, slapping his chest, which only made Toto laugh and rub the area he hit.

"You know I'll never chill with you on the streets, so don't ask me to take it easy, okay? You crossed your arms and made your lip stick out in a pout, which he couldn't resist kissing. "Don't try to soften me up, Torger. I may not meddle in your business, but that doesn't mean I won't worry, so don't tell me to relax."

Toto stepped back a little, seeing the wrinkle between his eyebrows increase.

"You deal with dangerous things every day, when you walk out that door, I don't know what the rest of the day will be like" she said quickly, gesturing a lot, Toto sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you to stand between his legs "I don't know what to expect, maybe I'll come back from work and find Lewis and Nico with bad news, or the police, I don't know! I take Jack to school thinking about how I would tell him if something happened to you, how I would deal with him, how I would deal with it!"

Toto knew it would be cruel to say that you knew all this when you agreed to marry him, you never judged him, you never reprimanded the type of work he had, you just accepted all the burden that came with it and loved it, and continued to love it unconditionally. He couldn't rebuke your concern, you had a son and it would all be on your shoulders if something happened to him, your concern was valid, your fear was valid and he needed to be fair with all of this and with you.

"I know, I'm also afraid of not coming home, of leaving you two alone and I work hard to come back every day, even though I'm all fucked up in pain, I'll still be here for you, even if I drag myself, I won't leave my family."

He rested his hands on your hips, making circles on your skin under your pajamas, you were still distressed.

"I promised I'd be here for you and Jack, and I'll keep that."

"I know I'm acting dramatic and everything, but..."

"It's okay, I know you're worried and I like that you worry about me."

"Toto!"

He laughed, making you sit on his thigh "You know honey, I'm a tough guy, no one's going to take me down that easy, You'll still have to buy me a lot of rye bread and you'll wake up completely wrapped in my arms." he assured. "Trust me, I will always come back to you."

You remained silent, enjoying the calm of the night, shaken only by your breathing.

His calloused palms ran across your skin, spreading warmth and a feeling of familiarity, giving you comfort. "I knew that when I married you and I may be being hypocritical for being worried... I'm just afraid."

"It's okay, there's no need to apologize, you handle this better than I imagined and I knew that after five years together, you would reach the limit at some point." Toto confessed. "Relax."

You nodded, feeling all the tiredness of the day accumulate, urgently needing long hours of sleep.

"Come on Mrs. Wolff, you need to sleep."

"I'm not going to object to that, I'm really tired" Toto picked you up and placed you on the bed, covering you before laying down next to you, he made sure to snuggle you against him, humming a lullaby that his mother sang when he was younger. Toto would give everything he had to make sure you were safe, that Jack wouldn't be afraid, he worked hard for that, he made people fear his name to guarantee your peace and tranquility. He would be the bad guy in the story, if all this left you and Jack safe and sound.

He would be the villain in people's stories, that was fine, he could handle it, anything went for his family, anything.

I have specific categories for reading fanfic and I'm obsessed with those categories

angst is about Lando and Max bc they are great at delivering pain, drama, anger and a little tragedy

daddy issues and daddy!kink is an exclusive side for Toto Wolff, maybe Kimi and Seb (I'm also looking at MW and JB)

mafia!f1 is basically about Max, Charles and Carlos, they are above everyone in this category

I will always prefer Carlos and Lewis when it comes to smut and romance. The two are always on top,regardless of the trope, regardless of who is writing it. I also give them preference when it comes to the father of the family or unknown son trope.

And I really want to find good stories with Mick, he's my absolute favorite nepobaby