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About stubborn women and worried men || TW

Summary: Nothing like a bad cold ravaging the Wolff residence to make Toto wonder why you were so stubborn about going to the doctor, But Jack had other plans, and if the doctor was out of the picture, then resorting to a cozy movie afternoon with his favorite boys was the only option..

cw: Stubbornness, illness (bad flu), cuteness, slight conflict and lots of love.

Request: anon

a/n: Wow, how long, right? I stayed a little far (I confess that the flop left me very discouraged, but I couldn't give up on the few who still like what I write here. I hope this turns out well and thank you for the podium, Mercedes, you did nothing more than your obligation 🫶🏼

The sound of his coughing fit was heard throughout the house, alerting Toto who was in the office and Jack who was playing in the living room. It was the third day that you were coughing and sneezing nonstop, that's because Toto wasn't even counting the runny nose and the fever sessions that plagued you. He was trying to take you to the doctor from early on and with a lot of effort, he managed to get you to swallow some antipyretics and a big cup of lemon and honey tea.

You hated hospitals, they were always your last option, even at Jack's birth, you had opted for a natural home birth, and your refusal to go to the doctor drove Toto slightly crazy, saying he was worried was the understatement of the day, he hated seeing you sick and his worry was affecting Jack too, who was strictly forbidden from visiting you, You didn't want him to get infected with that horrible flu. Maybe playing in the garden on a rainy afternoon was not a good idea, but better you get sick than Jack.

"Okay, we're going to the hospital now, and I don't care if you don't want to go or not," he scolds, setting out warm clothes for you, who groans and sinks deeper into the blankets. "This flu is taking on dangerous proportions and you're always between thirty-five and thirty-seven degrees."

"Toto, no doctors, please! you know I hate it!" His voice came out harsh and funny, making you laugh slightly, before having another coughing fit.

"So you plan to get sick? This flu is so bad I'm afraid you'll be sniffling until our son graduates from college!"

"You are so exaggerated, I just need some medicine and hot food, as well as water and rest, I will be fine soon, I promise"

Toto sat at the foot of the bed, huffing, frustrated with your stubbornness, you were so, so stubborn that he was about to pick you up — blankets and everything — and take you to the doctor like that.

"You need to set an example for Jack, what do you think he'll do when he gets sick?"

You sighed, as best you could since your nose was extremely congested, and sat up in bed. His eyes were swollen, his nose and cheeks shone like a ripe tomato in the sun, and the paleness of his face worried Toto.

You two were interrupted by Jack, the boy entered the room balancing a tray, there was a large bowl of hot soup, pieces of bread with cheese, orange juice and a large bottle of water. You gave a proud little smile, even though you were worried about making your son sick.

"Elsa made hot tomato and cheese soup, Mom." he said, setting the tray on the bedside table. "She said you need to eat and stay hydrated."

“Thank you, honey,” you said, running your fingers through his hair, seeing Jack look at you worriedly. "I promise I'll be fine, if food and medicine don't help, I'll go to the doctor."

Toto breathed a sigh of relief, he definitely didn't like using Jack as leverage to convince you, but he knew how much you cared about what Jack learned from the routine at home and how it affected the boy.

They sat at the foot of the bed and watched you eat, Toto insisted that you keep the thermometer in your armpit while you ate, sad that you couldn't taste the food, which looked delicious. Even without tasting it, you devoured the soup and bread and swallowed the orange juice with thirst.

When he finished, Toto took you to the bathroom, your fever was close to thirty-nine degrees, a shower would help reduce your temperature and Jack decided to organize the blankets on the couch for a movie session, he was sure that Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy would help him improve, Staying in that room was making you sicker, the boy concluded. Toto helped you put on warm pajamas, combed your hair carefully and kissed your warm cheeks, the bath had helped a lot, your nose had stopped running and you had stopped sniffling.

"Jack arranged the blankets in the living room, let's have an afternoon of movies to help you recover from that flu, he thinks Batman can cure you faster." Toto said, checking his temperature.

"If Batman can't solve it, no one else can" you cooed, resting your face on Toto's chest, the food and the bath made you drowsy, and your husband seemed so cozy at that moment.

"Let's go then, little bat" he said, helping you get down, you didn't know how long you had taken in the shower, but Jack had packed everything, with blankets, fresh brownie pieces, and hot chocolate. Surely that boy had Elsa wrapped around his little finger, to get the housekeeper to prepare all that so quickly. Jack insisted that you swallow two Tylenol tablets for any headaches or fevers.

No matter how much you said you were sick, Jack and Toto insisted that you lay down between them, Toto wrapped the blankets around you and you hugged Jack lovingly while Toto snuggled you.

Even though you really wanted to see Christian Bale as Bruce Wayne, your eyes closed in the first few minutes of the film, the gentle heat that Toto and Jack emanated left you calm to the point that you were able to breathe without problems and fall into a deep sleep, with your normal temperature and no sign of sneezing or coughing.

Toto pressed his hand gently on your forehead, making sure you were cool and there was no sign of a fever and adjusted Jack, who also fell asleep after drinking the hot chocolate, Toto didn't mind finishing the movie alone as long as it ensured you were healthy again, anything for you and Jack.

And in this warm and gentle way, the afternoon passed at the Wolff house, Toto still slightly indignant at his reluctance to see a doctor and you were grateful for the loving care your boys took towards you.

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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

Lewis: doll I'm not XNDA

Y/N: so explain to me how I've never seen you two in the same place

Lewis: I can't believe you mentioned Lois Lane to me, Y/N

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

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.