Con Todo Mi Corazn, Por Toda Mi Vida. || CS55

Con todo mi corazón, por toda mi vida. || CS55

Summary: You were sure of two things in your life, the first is that Carlos loved you and the children with devotion and the second is that he would set the world on fire for you.

cw: Criminal behavior, violence, mention of tantrums. Established relationship, marriage of convenience (?). Mild smut, mild degradation, and filth — if you squint. Poorly translated Spanish, blame Google. Kidnapping, threats, mention of death.

a/n: I love mafia stories and at some point I was going to write about them, so here we are. When it comes to this type of plot, I always prefer Carlos, Lando (wow!) or Max (really, wow!) so of course I would write this with the best smooth operator on the grid Carlos Sainz (insert remaining last names here) Yeah, let's have a part two!

There were less than twenty pages left for you to finish the book, you were eager to finish it, people spoke very highly of Colleen Hoover, the reviews and ratings were mostly positive. So it was an unpleasant surprise to discover that you hated every part, several times you wanted to abandon reading halfway through and read one of your comfort novels, but you were stubborn and hated leaving books unfinished, so you forced yourself to read until the end, cursing every part.

The house around you was silent, the children slept peacefully upstairs, all you heard was the crackling of the flames in the fireplace, Lewis Capaldi on the sound system and the residual noise of the guards outside the house. You yawned, turning the page, rolling your eyes, you couldn't stand that book anymore and you were sure you would never read any of Colleen's books again.

Concentrated as you were on finishing that book, you didn't even notice the dragging noise of the iron gates opening, nor the excited voices of the guards.

But that wasn't important, after all you weren't even paying attention, muttering insults at the protagonists and the author, you would never again subject yourself to the disgust of reading a book like that.

Your reading was interrupted by a sweet kiss, Carlos made sure to get between you and your book, capturing your lips in that urgently soft kiss.

"Estoy en casa, cariño¹". He said as he walked away, you put down the book and finally faced your husband, his usually impeccable suit was stained with mud and blood, which made you alert.

You jumped up and started checking Carlos, looking for injuries or anything else.

"Calm down amor², it's not my blood. I'm fine" He held your hands, kissing your knuckles. "Mantén la calma,³ It's okay, I'm not hurt."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought it would just be meetings, no gunshots, no blood."

He clicked his tongue and stole her glass of wine, swallowing the entire red liquid in one gulp.

“You can blame the damn British” he replied and you didn’t ask any further, it wasn’t relevant after all. Carlos was at home, well and without injuries. The rest wasn't important.

Carlos belonged to one of the oldest families in Spain, the history of the Sainz was marked by blood, crimes and many deaths, her husband was the heir to a controversial inheritance, to say the least. You weren't interested in knowing what Carlos did whenever he left the house, and rest assured, he was grateful for your voluntary ignorance. So to know if he had killed someone, if there were drugs and weapons involved in his meetings, as long as he said nothing and was at home, everything was fine.

That was one of the deals you made with him, you could accept his criminal life, you could clean his wounds, provide alibis if they were needed, and in return Carlos would keep things away from you and the kids. You knew how cruel and bloodthirsty your husband could be, you saw firsthand how he could be driven to savagery when they kidnapped his children.

It was there that you understood who Carlos really was and what he was capable of doing.

"Anyway, I was waiting for you to take a shower, no more reading this horrible book for today" you said, turning off the fireplace and turning off the lights, you felt Carlos rest his hand at the base of your spine, you didn't care if his fingers were stained with blood, you knew they would be tender and gentle when dealing with you, with your children.

"Bath... That sounds good to me, mi corazón.⁴" He murmured, guiding you to the upper floor. Carlos made a point of stopping by the twins' room and checking on them both, Elena was wrapped in the blankets, her face was barely visible and Santiago was almost without the blankets, exposed to the autumn cold of Madrid. Carlos kissed and blessed them both, and turned on the night light before leaving the room.

You were already filling the bathtub and had sorted out your skin care products when he arrived. Finally Carlos made his tiredness evident. Carefully, you helped him get rid of the filthy clothes, throwing them into the trash bag already prepared for that, it would be a shame to burn such a good set of Hugo Boss suits, but they were the bones of the job. Carlos dove into the scalding hot tub with a groan of relief, God he was so tired! Taking a shower and sleeping was all he wanted at that moment; He rested his head on the porcelain of the bathtub and closed his eyes, letting all the tiredness and weariness of the day be washed away by the hot water. Carlos gurgled as the water shook around him and you sat on the other end of the tub.

"Ven aquí, bebé⁵" He calls you, still with his eyes closed and feels you slide towards him, the bathtub was big enough for the two of you to move around freely, so you stopped next to him, however Sainz pulled you onto his lap, making you snuggle against his chest. "You were still sleeping when I left, in the morning, I missed you all day." He kissed your jaw line, giving your hips a light squeeze.

You mumbled 'me too', distracted by his touches.

Sweet, gentle silence came between Sweet, soft silence came between the two of you, Carlos rubbing small soft circles on your skin, listening to your response.

Carlos rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your body, you turned in his lap and picked up the bath loofah and liquid soap, there were blood spatters on Carlos' neck and chest. You rubbed the sponge over his chest, wiping away the traces of blood. You didn't ask, you didn't want to know what had happened.

What Carlos did as mafia boss didn't interest you as long as it didn't affect your family life.

You carefully ran the sponge over his scars, aware that Carlos's dark eyes were on you, recording your features as you tended to him. You were the love of his dark and dirty life, the light that made things more tolerable, by God he loved you so much, Carlos would burn the whole world if that would keep you safe.

Your father was an immigrant of humble origins who achieved some success with a grocery store in the suburbs of Madrid, being a devoted husband and an exemplary father it didn't stop him from becoming addicted to betting money on poker games in the Sainz's clandestine casinos.

The man played well and relied too much on luck, his father gained notoriety in casinos, managing to break the bank and win large cash prizes, until the day the luck ran out. Your father gambled away the car, the grocery store and the house. Your mother only found out when some Sainz soldiers showed up at the grocery store and a lieutenant was put in charge of the establishment. You knew when your father said that they would need to move, as he had mortgaged the house to pay off debts. And of course, the mortgage expired, the "bank" took the house and you were homeless. But even that didn't dampen your father's desire for games, on the contrary, he always said he was lucky and began asking for loans from the Sainz, losing increasingly larger amounts.

Carlos discovered you when he stopped by the grocery store to evaluate the establishment on his father's behalf. They needed to know whether the trade could be maintained or would be transformed into something else. You worked at the cash register and tried to be nice to customers, wishing everyone 'good morning' and 'good afternoon'. Until that moment, Carlos thought the concept of "love at first sight" was stupid, and then he saw you, organizing the purchases in a repeat customer's bag, laughing as he told him something. Your smile was beautiful, so bright and spontaneous that Carlos wanted to smile too, he couldn't take his eyes off you, damn you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. He decided that you would be his, somehow, but it would be.

Carlos himself encouraged his father to ask for more money, increasing the "limit" of his loans. And when the debt is already The man had nothing left to negotiate, the house, the grocery store and the car had already been taken, the savings money no longer existed. Carlos presented a way out, he would marry you — combining the useful and the pleasant, because soon he would be in charge of the family and needed to be married and he wanted you, everything was going the way he wanted — and would forgive any debt your father had, he would even think about returning the house and the grocery store, and for that, he should introduce Carlos to you.

Carlos acted carefully, after the "invitation" that your father made for him to have dinner at your house, Carlos became a constant presence in your life. He was in love with you. A few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend and two years after the proposal, you were married.

"What are you thinking, mi amor?⁶" You asked, setting the sponge aside, seeing the wrinkle between his eyebrows. Carlos was handsome as hell, he was like the cool wind on a hot day.

"Thinking about the day you discovered what I do for a living" he replied, kissing the palm of your hand, letting his thin beard scratch your skin and making you laugh with a tickle.

"Oh madre de Dios⁷, If I hadn't left, I would definitely have hit your mother's horrible vase on your head." You said and rolled your eyes, but finally smiled.

"I was desperate, you left everything behind, ring, jewelry, cell phone, I didn't know how to find you, I thought you were gone, I was ready to put the world in ashes.

You got goosebumps, you knew how far he could go to get what he wanted. That day, you couldn't say how you ended up in Asturias. You spent that night at the house of Fernando, an old friend of the Sainz family, and made him promise not to say anything to Carlos that night. You heard the rumors, Your husband was searching every hole in the city for you, if before you weren't aware of what Carlos was capable of doing, watching the news and see the trail of blood and bodies that Carlos left around Madrid looking for you were you sure that he was a powerful and dangerous man and he would kill everyone until he found out where you were.

When she returned home, three days later, your husband was in a deplorable state, his characteristic beard was longer, Carlos had an enlarged look and barked angry orders at the men. When he saw you at the door of the mansion, it was as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders; you were hugged like you were extremely precious. The way he kissed you was still fresh in your mind, Carlos kissed you as if you were air and he was suffocating, it was wrong, but you loved knowing how important you were to him.

"I almost killed Alonso when I found out he covered for you, I was crazy for three days, my father was thinking about doping me." He confessed, shaving the stubble on your face, hearing you moan at the contact.

"Those were chaotic days."

He murmured his agreement and you enjoyed the rest of the bath in peace, the soft aura being replaced by slow, devouring desire. The water was cold, but fuck it, you were hot as hell and when the fat tip of his cock hit your g-spot, the heat that warmed you was immense. Carlos stamped hickeys on his chest, neck and shoulders, there were teeth marks on her breasts and finger bruises on her hips and thighs.

"Te amo, te amo mucho, vida mía⁸" he murmured, slamming his hips against yours, making you see stars and moan loud enough to be heard. "Qué preciosa, mi amor⁹" he kept saying and you came hard around him, your walls pressing down on his cock, making Carlos cum inside you.

The next day, you woke up with Carlos fixing the cufflinks on his shirt cuffs, he was holding his cell phone between his cheek and shoulder, distracted as he looked at the garden through the window.

"Lando, your lieutenant disrespected me, if I didn't beat him up, I would lose the respect of my men, just like any of us should do in a situation like that." You might hate his work, but you loved it when he took on the role of crime boss. You wrapped the sheet around yourself and watched him get ready for work.

"Business is still going as far as I'm concerned, Lando. I can transport the cargo to Morocco..." His voice cut off, probably at Lando's response. "Send the cargo to La Coruña and I'll take care of the rest, as an act of good will... Muy bien, entonces eso está arreglado¹⁰... Mira¹¹, It's time for you to learn Spanish, cabrón¹²"

The two exchanged a few more words and Carlos left his cell phone on the sofa, finishing getting dressed.

"Buenos días¹³ mi amor" You said, standing up, you were still so sleepy, but you needed to get dressed before Santiago and Elena came running into the room. Carlos stopped what he was doing and crossed the room in two steps before kissing you, so lovingly that you whimpered.

"Buenos días mi tesoro¹⁴, ¿dormiste bien¹⁵?" He murmured, tying the silk robe you wore.

"Very-..." You started to say and were interrupted by Elena who ran into the room and jumped into Carlos' lap.

"¡Buenos dias papi! ¹⁶ Santi and I wanted to wait up for you, but mami ¹⁷ wouldn't let us" Elena spoke with a pout, she was daddy's little girl, Carlos was incapable of denying anything Elena asked, the girl had inherited his needy looks.

"Mami was right, mi ángel, you will always see daddy in the morning, you don't need to stay up late." He said, showering the girl with kisses and tickles. You were wrapped in Santiago's arms, the boy still had his eyes closed and was wearing rocket pajamas. While Elena was Carlos' heart, Santi was your little boy, always glued to you.

"Oh, good morning, bebé" You stroked his hair, Carlos was late for work, the twins had to go to school and you needed to go to university, but honestly, you didn't care, the world could end there, you would die happy. You rested your head on Carlos' shoulder as you spoke to Santiago, the boy letting you know that he had soccer practice in the afternoon and Elena was going to swim.

"So you guys need to take a shower, ninito¹⁸" you said, seeing your son grumble before heading to his own room.

"You also have to go to the shower, Dulzura" Your husband put your daughter on the floor and Elena also went to the bedroom, the girl barely crossed the door and you were attacked by Carlos, he distributed kisses on your lips, recreating the marks on your neck.

"My mother will come to pick up the twins today, mi vida... and you be prepared, because I'm going to give you another baby tonight, I won't stop until you're full." He promised in a husky voice, leaving you looking forward to the night. "I'll see you at night, tesoro."

Carlos put on his jacket and left, leaving you behind, needy, anxious and excited. You threw yourself on the bed, hearing Santi ask if you needed to put on your uniform tie. You laughed, and so Mrs. Sainz's day began.

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You bent down to fix your uniforms, Elena and Santiago shared the chocolate you had stolen from the car. Elena gave you a quick kiss and walked in when she saw her friends at the school entrance.

"Bye-bye mami!" she shouted, running to the school, you waved even though you knew she wouldn't see it. Santiago was still waiting to say goodbye to you.

"Take care of your sister, Santi... And don't let your father know, but if that boy pulls her hair, hurt him too, okay? I'll talk to the director."

Santiago he nodded, becoming a mini copy of his father, he was so similar to Carlos that it made you doubt where your genetics were in him. You gave a proud smile and indicated the entrance.

"I'll see you later, mami?"

"You bet I do, baby"

You waited until the school gates closed and there were no more students there, you were on your way to your car when you felt a painful blow to the back of your head and the before falling, you thought about how much blood Carlos would rain down on Madrid until he found you.

To be continued...

Glossary:

I'm home, baby;

Love;

Stay calm;

My heart;

Come here, baby;

My love;

Oh mother of God;

I love you, I love you so much, my life;

How beautiful, my love;

Very well, then it's settled;

Look;

Bastard;

Good morning;

My treasure;

Did you sleep well?;

Daddy;

Mommy;

Little boy;

Sweetness;

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It would cost nothing for Toto to take Sainz to Mercedes, now I'll have to see Carlos in that Williams wagon 😭

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

“i liked your beard”

charles x reader

summary: you’re disappointed to learn that charles shaved his beard

notes: this is completely self indulgent, because i already really miss the beard

warnings: !! ALLUSIONS TO SMUT !! oral (f receiving), subby charles

wc: 426

“Hello mon amour.”

You feel an arm wrap around your waist and smile subconsciously at the warm body pressing against your back. You lean against the kitchen counter, smiling to yourself as he presses a kiss to your neck.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, missing the ticklish feeling you’ve grown accustomed to with his kisses. You turn around, still in his hold, and your smile falls from your face.

Charles, unaware of your shift in mood, leans down to kiss you, but stops when his lips meet the finger you’ve placed in front of you.

“You shaved…” You murmur to yourself.

He laughs. “Yeah, it was getting scratchy.”

You take his chin between your fingers, feeling his soft skin. You move his face around, as if inspecting him.

“I liked your beard…”

“It will grow back.” He shrugs, then leans down to try for another kiss.

You gently push him away, a frown on your face.

“Mon cœur, please.” He sighs. “Let me kiss you.” He whines, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“I liked your beard.” You tell him again.

“I’m sorry I shaved. But you can’t possibly be that mad at me.”

You cross your arms over your chest and pout. “I’m going to miss it.”

“Miss it? You hated it!” He laughs. “You said it scratched your face!”

“It did…” You take a step towards him. “But I liked when it scratched… other places…”

You watch as the realization catches up to Charles. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“It always left pretty red marks on my thighs… reminding me of you…”

“It will still be good mon amour, I promise.” He says, his grip on your waist tightening. “Do you need me to prove it to you?” His words are teasing, but his tone almost sounds like he’s begging, asking for your permission.

“I think you should, yes.” You nod, smirking as he sinks down to his knees.

His hands find the top of your pants, hooking his thumbs in them so he can pull them down your legs.

“And Charles?” You pull on the hair on top of his head, making him look up at you. His bright eyes already clouding over. “Find some other way to leave your mark.”

He nods quickly, then gets to work. Needless to say, he made sure that you felt just as good as you did when he still had his beard, and left a few purple bruises on your inner thighs for you to find later.