#Mercedes (???)

[letstalkaboutf1]

🔔 there’s something about Lewis’s words to Daniel. We don’t see him be open to many drivers. But when he does, it’s truly beautiful. Seb, Daniel, you can just tell how he sees them differently.

[acrosstobear]

lew with the hug emoji ok i’m fine

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Six Times Toto Pushed His Luck

word count: 888

Pairing: Toto Wolff x wife reader

Summary: When Toto Wolff's antics push his wife to the brink, she resorts to calling him by his full name, "Torger," reminding him who's really in charge in their playful yet loving relationship.

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You never really called him by his full first name. Toto was just easier, softer, and it fit him—most of the time. But sometimes, just sometimes, he pushed you to the edge, and then ‘Toto’ wasn’t enough. That’s when ‘Torger’ came out, a signal that he was skating on thin ice. And on very rare, very special occasions, when things were absolutely out of control, it became ‘Torger Christian Wolff.’

1. Monaco Apartment - Breakfast Disaster

It started off as a calm morning in Monaco, the sunlight streaming into your apartment. You’d barely woken up when you heard the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen. Toto’s cooking. You sighed, knowing exactly where this was headed.

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of him attempting to scramble eggs in the smallest pan possible. Half of the eggs were sticking to the pan, the other half still runny, and he had the heat turned up too high.

“Toto,” you began gently, “maybe I should—”

“I’ve got this,” he said, his voice confident.

Seconds later, the eggs flipped awkwardly, some landing on the stove, some… on the floor. You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperated.

“Torger,” you finally said, crossing your arms. “You need to stop before we end up with a fire.”

He froze, the name cutting through his concentration. “Torger? It’s not that bad.”

“Torger. Step away from the stove.”

2. Silverstone Garage - Headphones Drama

Silverstone was in full swing, the race just as intense as you expected. Things weren’t going Mercedes’ way, and you could feel Toto’s frustration brewing from across the garage. Then, as if on cue, it happened—the dramatic slamming of the headphones. He ripped them off his head and threw them down onto the table in one swift, angry motion.

You sighed. How many pairs had he gone through this season? Too many to count.

“Torger,” you said, louder than usual to cut through the tension. “If you break one more pair of headphones…”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Torger?”

“Yes. Torger. Those things are expensive, and you’re going to run out at this rate.”

He chuckled, the tension easing a bit. “Alright, alright. I’ll be gentler.”

3. Vienna - The Overpacking Incident

Packing for a quick weekend trip to Vienna should have been simple. Should have been. But when Toto decided to take the lead, you knew you were in for trouble. You opened the suitcase and stared in disbelief. There were four pairs of shoes, multiple shirts, and enough clothes to last a month.

“Torger,” you called from the bedroom. “Come here.”

He appeared in the doorway, clearly proud of his work. “I packed for us.”

You pointed at the suitcase. “Torger, why are there four pairs of shoes? We’re gone for two days!”

“I thought options would be good.”

“Torger, we don’t need options. We need space. Unpack this now.”

4. The Paddock - PDA Overload

The paddock was bustling, as usual, cameras and fans everywhere. You and Toto were walking through when, out of nowhere, he decided it was the perfect moment for an over-the-top kiss. In front of everyone. The photographers snapped away, and you could practically feel the internet lighting up with memes.

“Toto,” you whispered, trying to pull away.

“What?” he asked, his grin devilish.

You shot him a look, but he leaned in again, clearly enjoying himself. That’s when you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Torger. Not in front of everyone!”

He laughed, finally pulling back. “What? Can’t I show my wife some affection?”

“Torger, not when the whole grid is watching.”

5. Home Gym - The Training Competition

One of Toto’s favorite pastimes was working out, and today, he had challenged you to a little ‘friendly’ competition. At first, it was fun—some light weights, a few squats—but as the session went on, his competitive side started showing. He kept pushing, adding more weights and insisting on extra rounds.

By the time you were on your third set of squats, you’d had enough. Your legs felt like jelly, and he was still going strong.

“Torger,” you panted, dropping the weights. “I’m not a Formula 1 driver. This is insane.”

“One more set,” he said, completely ignoring the exhaustion in your voice.

“Torger,” you warned, “if you make me do one more squat, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

He chuckled, finally letting you off the hook. “Fine, fine. You win.”

6. Baku - The Meltdown

Baku was not going well. The race had been a disaster, and Toto’s mood was even worse. He spent the entire evening pacing, ranting about strategies, tires, and everything that had gone wrong. You had tried to calm him down, but nothing worked.

Finally, he stormed into the hotel room, still mid-rant, and that was when you’d had enough.

“Torger Christian Wolff,” you snapped, your voice sharper than you’d ever intended.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. You never used his full name unless you were seriously upset.

“You need to stop this. It’s done, the race is over. Either calm down or I’m calling Christian Horner to tell him you need a break.”

Toto blinked, stunned. “You wouldn’t…”

“Try me, Torger Christian.”

He stared at you for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. “Alright, I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

[cadillacjohn]

[demoralised]

Mercedes-Benz 190 E 2.5-16 Evo II

[f1archives]

Charles Leclerc, Oscar Piastri & George Russell celebrating on the podium - Baku, September 2024 (📷 Mercedes AMG F1)

[tetheredbysin]

y'know, over the 17 years I've followed the sport, I've shed very few tears over F1. a few tears of sadness, a few more tears of joy.

when the 2021 season wrapped up, I thought I was done crying. genuinely, I thought there would be nothing more for me to cry about, sadness or joy, since all of my favorite drivers were gone, so many of them having gone through shitty treatment. I was done with the sport even though I had loved it for near fifteen years at that point.

since then, I've shed tears of joy for an unexpected pole position, tears of sadness for a race gone horribly wrong and then tears of joy again after seeing a driver's childhood dream come true. I know it might seem unfair and hopeless at times but there is something about this sport that is so different to anything else.

feel the things you are feeling but give the sport a chance despite all of that. I'm sure glad that I did.

[perrrrrrj]

stupid song stuck in my head because I’ve been editing this for a week now…

this flopped on tt 😔

it’s all in the details (mikey)

[itcars]

Mercedes SLS

Image by Rich Pearce || IG

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

been queen for like a day and i already fought a dragon theres a coup and a frog wants to kiss me cant a girl get a SECOND for herself

[menagerofmischief]

can i please have a charcuterie board served cold. And for my main can i have caviar and oysters with a side of sushi and kimchi with strawberry lemonade and i would LOVE dessert. Served by Toto Wolff xx

Dia's Diner Menu

charcuterie board dating cold appetizer rough sex caviar and oysters "Gonna look so good full of my babies" sushi "Better quiet down, you don't want them to hear us" kimchi "Be a good girl and take it" strawberry lemonade breeding kink dessert aftercare

Toto Wolff x girlfriend!reader

TW: sex in a public bathroom, unprotected sex, mentions of babies

WC: 1k

A/N: I didn't really do much with aftercare, I'm sorry.

❀

“Toto, please!” I begged, pulling on the collar of his shirt.

Tonight was some dinner function for the team and Toto insisted I come with him. I had been needy all night, the fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes away from his arms which looked extra delicious tonight with his sleeves rolled up doing nothing to help me.

So after a few too many teasing touches and needy glances and a lot of ignoring Toto’s 

disapproving looks telling me to stop - Toto’s patience finally snapped and he pulled me into the bathroom. 

And that’s how we ended up here, with me sitting on the sink, my legs wrapped around his waist and desperately trying to grind against him for some kind of friction.

Toto laughed, the sound of it practically vibrating through me. His large hands went under my dress and he grabbed my panties, yanking them down roughly. “So wet you soaked your underwear, huh?” He teased, lifting the material up to show me that they were indeed practically fully soaked.

I whined in embarrassment, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, my lips latching onto the skin off throat. 

“I don’t remember you being this shy when your hand was on my dick under the table.” Toto said, grabbing a fist-full of my hair to pull my head back and make me face him. “If you want me to fuck you then you better look at me or I’ll leave you here desperate and wet and go right back out there.”

I was only half sure he was joking, but didn’t want to test how truthful the threat was. I fixated my eyes on his, ignoring the urge to close them when his hands went back between my legs, fingers ghosting over my clit.

“Please Toto,” I whined, trying to close my legs around his hand. “Need you to fuck me. Need your cock in me, please.”

“Is that right?” He asked, grabbing my hands and putting them on the waistband of his pants. I wasted no time, unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers and pushing them down along with his boxers. “My needy girl just wants to be full of my cock.”

Toto bunched up the fabric of my dress and pushed it up so it was pooled around my stomach, leaving my pussy bare for him to see. His hands wrapped around my legs and he spread them wide to accommodate his hips. Not wasting a second more he roughly pushed into me, the whole length of him disappearing inside of me within a single thrust.

I all but screamed at the intrusion, welcoming the delicious burn at the initial stretch around him and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Should I stuff you full of my cum too?” He growled in my ear, beginning to thrust into me. “Keep you full with my cum until you’re full with my baby?”

I clenched around him, his words sparking something up inside of me. Toto laughed, his thrust speeding up, becoming rougher and hitting deeper. With every return of his dick deeper into me the tip grazed against my g-spot, making me shake with pleasure.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Can feel you clenching around my dick like a desperate whore.” His fingers sneaked down to play with my clit, rubbing it in harsh fast circles making me scream from how good he was making me feel. 

His other hand came up to my face and he grabbed my chin with force. “There’s other people in this restaurant too, you know? Better quiet down, you don’t want them to hear us.”

His thrusts were becoming more desperate, more feral. I could tell he was close and chasing his orgasm - I was close too.

“Toto,” I tried to keep my voice down, wanting to obey what may have been worded as a suggestion but much more a demand. “I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m so close. Cum with me, please, cum in me.”

With both hands I grasped his shoulders, trying to hold on for support because I felt like my body was on fire and I was melting. 

Toto groaned, the rhythm of his hips faltering, his orgasm crashing into him right as mine crashed into me. I tightened my legs around his waist, caging him in as he began to spill inside of him. I could feel his cum, hot inside of me.

“Fuck, yeah. Be a good girl and take it.” He growled, “Take my cum. I’m filling you up so good, aren’t I?” He brushed my hair out of my face and cupped my cheek. “You’re gonna look so good full my babies. Stomach swollen with my kid - everyone’s gonna know how good I fucked you.”

I whined as he pulled himself out, pulling his boxers back up and then his trousers. “You feeling good, sweet girl?” He asked, looking at me lovingly.

“I feel exhausted,” I said, my voice hoarse. “In the best possible way.” 

He smiled and leaned forward, his lips pressing against mine for a kiss. The kiss was sweet, slow, full of passion. Completely different from the way he fucked me, but I didn’t mind. I never minded anything with him.

Toto took my panties out of his pocket, I hadn’t even noticed when he put them there, and put them back on me. “Gotta keep you full.” He said and then helped me get off the sink, supporting me when my knees buckled.

“People are probably wondering where we are,” I said, reaching to unlock the bathroom door. “We should get back.”

“You’re right, come on.” He said, guiding me outside. Just as we were leaving the bathroom, his hand came to slap my ass. One single rough slap, enough to make me yelp. “And you better behave for the rest of the night or you’re going to end up bent over the table for everyone to see how much of a whore you are for me, is that clear?”

“Yes, daddy.”

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

I love 'Meme-ing my way to your heart' sm!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ Would you consider writing part 2 for it??🥺 Thanks!!!

Meme-ing my way to your heart (Part 2)

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!reader, feat. Jack

Part 1

hope the second chapter is good enough Xx

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The paddock hummed with life as you relaxed in the Mercedes hospitality suite, phone in hand, scrolling through the latest batch of Toto-and-Fred memes. The internet had gone wild after last week’s race, and today, they’d reached a whole new level of creativity.

You laughed out loud as you came across one that had you practically in tears. It was a photoshopped image from the now-famous shot of Toto leaning over Fred’s shoulder, looking intensely at a phone screen that another man had been holding. Except this time, instead of the man, it was you—your face was awkwardly slapped over the man’s head. The caption read: 

When you thought you were just a supportive wife, but the fans cast you as the comic relief in Toto and Fred's love story.

Toto walked in, spotting you laughing at your phone. He sighed, already knowing what was coming. "Another one?"

"Oh, this is gold," you said between giggles, holding out the phone. “Look at this!”

Toto took one glance and groaned, though a smile was already tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Are you serious? They've put you in the meme now?"

“Yup!” You beamed. “Apparently, I’m the third wheel now! Look at me—stuck in the middle of the most epic romance of the paddock.”

Toto leaned over, taking the phone from your hand. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, even though his amusement was impossible to hide.

“Oh, come on,” you teased, nudging his arm. “Admit it, you two are the power couple no one saw coming.”

Toto rolled his eyes but chuckled. “I'm going to have a word with Fred about this.”

“You better. At this rate, people are going to think I’m the mistress, and you’re leaving me for Fred.”

Before Toto could respond, Jack came running into the hospitality suite with Lewis and George trailing behind him. Jack’s face was flushed with excitement. “Mummy! Daddy! Uncle Lewis and Uncle George took me to the garages, and I got to sit in the car!”

“Did you?” you grinned, opening your arms to hug him. “Was it fun?”

“Yeah! It was super fast, even though it wasn’t moving!” Jack’s enthusiasm was infectious, and even Toto leaned in to ruffle his son’s hair.

“Looks like you’re training the next generation of drivers, Lewis,” Toto remarked, smiling at the two racers who were chuckling nearby.

“Oh, he’s got talent,” George added, winking at Jack. “We might have to sign him up in a few years.”

“Or sooner,” Lewis said with a smirk. “He’s already faster than half the grid.”

Toto laughed, patting Jack’s back. “We’ll keep an eye on him.”

After a bit more chatting, Lewis and George headed back to their prep work, leaving Jack to continue his exploration of the paddock with one of the Mercedes team members.

You couldn’t resist pulling out your phone again. “You know, the internet has more to say on your bromance,” you teased Toto, showing him yet another meme.

Toto looked at the meme and burst into laughter. “Oh my god, they really have too much time on their hands.”

“You’re telling me! You and Fred are practically star-crossed lovers at this point,” you said, leaning closer with a mischievous grin.

At that moment, Fred Vasseur himself walked into your teasing with toto, apparently having just wrapped up a meeting nearby. “Bonjour! I ‘ope I am not interrupting anyzing.”

“Oh no, Fred, you’re just in time!” you said, standing up and waving him over with a grin. “I was just showing Toto how the internet is fully invested in your little… romance.”

Fred raised an eyebrow, glancing from you to Toto with a confused smile. “Romance? With Toto?” His thick French accent made his confusion even more amusing.

You pulled up the latest meme and showed it to Fred, watching his face as he scanned the image of you, Toto, and himself. He let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, I see now! Yes, of course. I ‘ave become ze villain, ‘ave I?”

“Oh no, Fred,” you said with a wink, “You’re the hero of this story. The one who finally steals my husband away.”

Fred grinned, his eyes twinkling with humor. “Ah, so zat’s it! I am ze seducer now?”

“You sure are,” you teased, crossing your arms and tilting your head. “I mean, with all the time you two spend together, it’s only a matter of time before I’m kicked to the curb.”

Toto, shaking his head, pinched the bridge of his nose in mock exasperation. “This has gone too far. Fred, you need to help me get Y/n off my case.”

“Ah, but I cannot ‘elp you, Toto,” Fred said with a grin. “Ze internet ‘as already decided our fate. We are clearly in love.”

Before Toto could respond, Jack came running back into the room, tugging on your sleeve. “Mummy, is Uncle Fred Daddy’s boyfriend?”

The room fell into a stunned silence for half a second before Fred doubled over with laughter, his whole body shaking. “Oh la la, I ‘ave not ‘eard zat one before!”

Toto’s face turned bright red, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to contain his own laughter. “No, Jack. Uncle Fred is not Daddy’s boyfriend.”

Jack looked up at you, confused. “But you said he was stealing Daddy…”

Fred wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Ah, but zat is a joke, petit. Just a joke.”

You crouched down to Jack’s level, smoothing his hair with a gentle smile. “That’s right, sweetheart. We’re all just teasing.”

Jack looked at Fred with wide eyes. “So you’re not taking Daddy?”

Fred grinned, kneeling down to be at eye level with Jack. “Non, non, petit. Your daddy is all yours.”

Jack nodded, satisfied, before running off to find his next adventure. You and Toto exchanged a glance, both of you shaking with silent laughter.

“I think that’s enough teasing for today,” Toto said with a grin, finally catching his breath.

“Oh no, this is just the beginning,” you replied, slipping your phone back into your pocket with a wink. “But don’t worry, Fred. I’ll fight for him.”

Fred chuckled, patting Toto on the back. “Bonne chance, mon ami. You are in for a long season.”

[eupat]

[saskiaalonso]

[cadillacjohn]

Love a man who can serve 'beautiful heiress dying of a wasting disease in the 1800s' 🥰

[f1archives]

Lewis Hamilton filming the crowd at the fan forum - Monza, 2024