#TotoWolff

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Toto’s Guard Dog – Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Word count: 576

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summary: Y/n finally flips the game on Toto, turning the tables with subtle touches and bold teasing

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It hit Y/n like a lightning bolt.

For weeks, Toto had been playing with her—smirking, touching, whispering in that low Austrian murmur that sent shivers down her spine. He knew what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying every second of it.

But then she saw it.

The momentary flicker in his expression whenever she pushed back.

The way his smirk faltered—just for a second—when she called him obsessed with her.

The way his fingers twitched when she held his gaze for a little too long.

Toto Wolff, the smug, unshakable, all-powerful team principal, was not as unaffected as he pretended to be.

And that?

That was interesting.

She tested the theory in the Mercedes garage first.

Toto was leaning over a desk, talking strategy with an engineer, sleeves rolled up, watch gleaming on his wrist—the usual dangerous look. Y/n strolled in, casually resting her hand on his shoulder as she peered at the laptop screen.

“What are we looking at, boss?” she asked, making sure to lean in just enough.

She felt it. The way his muscles tensed under her touch.

Then, she leaned closer, brushing his arm as she pointed at the screen. “Mmm. So serious.” She tilted her head, letting her voice drop just slightly. “You love being in control, huh?”

Toto turned his head, gaze locking onto hers.

For a second, just a second, she saw it—his throat bobbed, his jaw clenched, and his fingers flexed like he was resisting the urge to do something about it.

Gotcha.

But then, just as quickly, he smirked. “Schatzi,” he murmured, voice silky smooth, “if you want my attention, you need only ask.”

Y/n’s breath caught—damn it.

Fine. Round one went to him.

But the game was officially on.

Her next move was in the paddock.

They were walking together when a reporter from Sky Sports approached. “Y/n! Any thoughts on this weekend’s battle between Mercedes and Red Bull?”

She hummed, tapping her finger against her chin. “Well, obviously I want us to win. But I do love a challenge.”

The reporter smiled. “You don’t mind things getting a little… competitive?”

Y/n glanced at Toto.

And then, before she could second-guess it, she reached out and straightened his tie.

Toto froze.

Everyone saw it. The reporters, the cameramen, the entire paddock. His smirk didn’t drop, but his eyes—his eyes told a different story.

Y/n smoothed her hand down his chest, feigning innocence. “I thrive in competition,” she said sweetly.

Toto inhaled sharply.

She smirked.

This time, he was the one left standing there, speechless, as she walked away.

By the time the press conference rolled around, the paddock knew.

George nudged Lewis. “She’s flipping the game on him.”

Lewis grinned. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Y/n took her seat next to Toto, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately, watching as his gaze flickered downward before he caught himself.

When Christian Horner started talking—some nonsense about Red Bull dominance—she leaned in toward Toto, close enough that only he could hear.

“Do you ever get tired of him?” she murmured.

Toto huffed a quiet laugh. “Every day.”

She tilted her head, watching him out of the corner of her eye. “Maybe next time, I should sit on your lap instead. Just so he knows his place.”

Toto stiffened.

His hand clenched on the table.

For the first time ever, she had made him squirm.

And damn, it felt good.

[menagerofmischief]

hii👋🏼

I'd like to order a hot charcuterie board, a pizza, and a coke zero served by toto wolff at monza:))

thank you for taking the order, I hope you have a lovely day/night<3

Dia's Diner Menu

charcuterie board dating hot appetizer sweet sex pizza "My good girl" coke zero free use + chicken skewer "Be a good girl and cum for me"

TW: porn no plot, PiV, unprotected sex + cumming inside, pet names in German and like one German word

WC: 900

A/N: it's not that long, I'm sorry. I really wasn't feeling inspired today.

❀

“Okay, in we go,” I say, talking to myself as I close the oven after placing the cookies inside of it to bake. 30 minutes to kill until they are done. I hear the apartment door open and then close but I don’t give it much thought, knowing it’s just Toto coming home after work.

I turn back to the sink and start pilling the dirty dishes inside of it to wash later, not yet going to greet Toto, because he always spends time putting away his coat and shoes. 

It seems I overestimated how much time it actually takes him because the next thing I know, Toto is behind me, his arms sneaking around my middle and pulling me back into him. He presses his chest against my back and lets out a sigh, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Hi,” I say with a light laugh, his breath tickling my neck. “You’re back earlier than I expected.”

“Boring day,” he replies, his breath hot against my skin. His hips roll slowly, his dick grinding against my ass.

“Toto,” I whisper, gripping the edges of the kitchen counter. 

“Come on liebling,” he says, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Let me make you feel good, let me use you.”

I think about it for a moment but then his hands come up to cup my breasts, giving them a rough squeeze and I find myself nodding. Toto chuckles and flips me around, turning me to face him.

He gives me a smile before leaning down, his lips pressing against mine for a kiss. His tongue sneaks into my mouth, brushing against mine. At the same he grabs a handful of my ass and gives it a squeeze, making me moan into his mouth.

He grabs my hips and easily lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Toto carries me over to the couch, just a few feet away from us and gently lays me down. 

He removes my shorts and I go to take off mine, once upon a time his, shirt when his hand wraps around my wrist, stopping my movements. “Leave it on, I like seeing you in my clothes.”

“Whatever you say,” I hum, nodding my head. “But you take your off.”

Toto quickly takes off his own clothes and climbs on top of me. I smile teasingly at him, running my hands over his back and sides. He shudders a little at the sensation, leaning down to kiss me while he slowly pushes his cock inside of me.

It’s slides in without much effort, I’m wet enough to take him right in and already accustomed to his size.

Once he’s fully sheathed inside of me he groans, one of his hands pushing under the shirt I’m wearing and lazily groping my tit and fingers brushing over my nipple. “There we go, you’re taking me so well. My good girl.”

I feel blood rush to my cheeks at his praise and Toto is quick to notice. He gives me a satisfied smirk before starting to thrust into me. A few long slow and deep thrust followed by one quick and harsh and then repeat. 

With every draw and return of his hips, the head of his cock grazes against my sensitive areas making me moan out. “So good, fucking me so good,” I hear myself say, my words high pitched and cut by moans as Toto continued to fuck me.

His hands slips between our bodies and his fingers quickly find my clit. He moved them slowly, gently, barely ghosting over it before pressing down and settling for slow circles that perfectly match the rhythm of his thrusts, all while he’s pressing hot open mouthed kissed along my collarbones.

It doesn't take long for him to bring me to the edge, every move of his fingers and snap of his hips setting my body on fire. “Toto,” I gasp, my fingers pressing into his back. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

He pulls away slightly and brings his face closer to mine. I expect him to kiss me but instead he settles with his lips barely inches away from mine and when he speaks his lips brush mine with every word. “Go on, liebling,” he says, his voice low. “Be a good girl and cum for me”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, my orgasm is crashing over me and I’m coming with a loud moan. I wrap my legs around Toto’s waist, as tight as I can and dig my fingers into his back. My orgasm quickly triggers his own. Toto groans as he spills himself inside of me and I whine a little at the feeling of him cumming inside of me and filling me up.

He gives me a moment to catch my breath and then slowly pulls himself out. He presses a sweet kiss to my forehead. “You did so good for me, liebling.”

“Danke,” I reply, placing my hand on the back of his neck and pulling his head down to kiss him. 

Toto opens his mouth, about to say something when the alarm I previously set up for the cookies goes off. I laugh, pushing at his shoulder to get him off me. “Cookies are done!”

Toto chuckles, watching me run off to pull the cookies out of the over and follows after me.

[thesilverdiary]

Hold The Line.

Warnings? Explicit content, smut, and perhaps mild power dynamics. Toto Wolff x Reader. One shot. 

Words: 2.339.

You met a few years ago, in those days following Nico Rosberg’s retirement announcement that reverberated through every corner of the paddock.

You were there, in the middle of the chaos, representing a driver who, on paper, seemed like the perfect fit for the seat.

And then, he came along. No soft words, no easy smiles. Just brief glances and calculated phrases.

The first impression? Distant.

Like two strangers meeting in the middle of a storm, instinctively knowing they needed to keep their distance. You didn’t have time to try and please him, and he clearly didn’t care to disguise whatever it was about you that bothered him. It left a mark, not as an insult, but as a question hanging in the air.

An unanswered point.

In the end, the contract went to Bottas — something that didn’t surprise you. There was more than just merit involved in that choice. It was impossible to ignore that Torger was always close, never too far from the process. He knew exactly what he was doing, even if he never said so directly.

The real surprise, however, came afterward. When the frenzy around the negotiations finally settled, it was only then you realized what had truly been left from that dispute. The bad first impression was just a facade, hiding something deeper, something he, no matter how hard he tried, could never fully conceal.

They signed Bottas, but in the end, you walked away with something that was never part of the plan: Torger. A prize that didn’t come through contracts or negotiations, but one that, somehow, was the only result that truly mattered.

Years later, you were already sharing your routines as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You loved your job with the same intensity that he loved his, so even though you could afford to stop, that would never make you happy. It would probably drive you crazy.

And now, with the birth of your daughter, the balance between professional and personal life had become even more important. Life had changed, of course, but between the commitments and sleepless nights, there was something undeniably beautiful about the way you both adapted — together.

But that also meant that, often, you would be separated by time zones. Like now. You’re at home, getting ready for work after dropping off your baby girl at school, while he’s on the other side of the world, in Singapore.

Seven hours apart.

Seven hours that sometimes felt like an abyss, but which you had learned to bridge with quick messages and untimely calls.

As you fixed your hair and chose your outfit, something in the silence made you pause. Facing the mirror, still just in your lingerie, you looked at yourself and thought: why not?

A picture. Something simple, just to remind him of what’s waiting for him when he gets back.

The click was quick, and soon the image was on your phone screen. But before sending it, you paused. You thought about how he always worried about security issues, regulations, privacy. He’d probably complain, as he always did when something seemed out of his control — though there was always a hint of amusement in his complaints.

Toto loved new technologies, especially when they involved big investments and promising startups. But when it came to using them in everyday life? Well, that wasn’t exactly his strong suit. And with that in mind, you almost gave up.

Almost.

But deep down, you knew the reason. It was the longing, simple and inevitable.

So suddenly, you decided: the worst that could happen was him complaining — and complaining, in his case, always came with a smile at the corner of his lips.

With a quick tap, the photo was sent.

You threw your phone in your bag and got back to getting ready. The morning flew by in the blink of an eye, full of commitments that kept your mind off it. When you finally had a moment to check your phone, all you found were a few quick messages about the trivialities of that pre-qualifying Friday.

Okay, you thought. Maybe he was too busy to reply or send an audio. It wasn’t unusual.

The day went on. When you got home, you picked up your little one from school and spent the evening between homework and a simple meal, while she chattered happily about her day. The daily routine with your daughter was a balm, something that grounded you, even in the busiest of weeks. But as the night went on, Toto’s lack of response began to weigh on you.

When she finally fell asleep, you checked your phone again.

Still nothing.

Just brief, trivial messages.

That’s when an uncomfortable feeling settled in. I’m screwed.

Because Toto, in silence, was always more dangerous. When he didn’t say anything, it was worse than any sermon. He was the kind who, with a single look or the subtle arch of an eyebrow, made it clear where the problem lay.

You took a hot shower, letting the water wash away the weight of the day. With the bedroom lights dimmed softly, you grabbed a book to read, trying to calm your mind before bed. The quiet of the house was almost comforting, and soon fatigue began to win. You settled under the covers, and slowly sleep enveloped you.

Until the sudden sound of the phone ringing woke you.

When the screen came into focus, you saw him — Toto, his face slightly shadowed by the soft light of the hotel room. He looked tired, but there was something in his eyes, something warm and constant that always made you feel closer to him, even with the miles that separated you.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You just looked at each other, absorbing each other’s presence. His image filled your screen, and seeing him, even after so many weeks, made your chest tighten with the familiar longing that had followed you since he left.

His hair was slightly tousled after a long day, but his eyes — those intense and deep eyes — were fixed on you.

“Hi, sweetie,” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Hi, schatz,” he replied, the endearment slipping out with affection in his voice. “Sorry I didn’t talk to you earlier. The day was... complicated.”

You chuckled lightly, already familiar with the craziness of race weekends. “I figured. Qualifying’s coming up, right? How are things going over there?”

He sighed, his eyes tired but lightly shining. “Everything’s under control, I think. But I miss home, miss you two.”

The warmth in your chest only grew with his words. “Don’t worry about the little one. She’s doing great. Today she drew something and said it was for you. Of course, I could barely tell what it was, but it was adorable.”

He laughed softly, with that tenderness you’d always loved. “And you said you’d keep it for me, right?”

“Of course, it’s already on the fridge, along with her other artistic scribbles,” you replied with a smile.

Toto’s eyes lingered on you through the screen, and then, almost casually, his voice dropped lower, softer. “That photo you sent me earlier…”

Your heart raced, the tension between you shifting, growing sharper, though his tone remained calm, teasing what you both knew was coming. “Oh?” you tried to play it off, but you already felt the change in the air.

He smiled faintly, that smile that made your whole body react. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” he murmured, his eyes darkening slightly as they stayed fixed on yours. “The way… you looked in that photo, it felt like you were teasing me.”

You bit your lip, still trying to keep it light, but your body was already responding to his voice, to the way he looked at you. “Teasing? Me?”

He leaned closer to the camera, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you forget how to breathe for a second. His voice came out low, wrapped in a lazy devotion, but full of need. “Schatz... the way that lingerie hugged you... and that look of yours... It was like you were calling me, asking me to touch you.”

“And if I was?” you teased, barely recognizing your own voice, low and dragged by the desire already pulsing through every part of you.

He let out a low laugh, almost hoarse, and the sound reverberated through you, causing an instant shiver. “Ah, you know how that drives me crazy,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly, the mischievous smile playing on his lips. “You knew exactly what that would do to me. I spent the whole day thinking about you, about how that looked on your skin...” He paused, biting his lip lightly before continuing, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. “That was for me, wasn’t it?”

Your body was already warm under his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the smile that threatened to break through, but you couldn’t hide it completely. “And if it was?” you responded, your voice coming out lower than expected, your eyes challenging his.

He watched you with palpable hunger, his smile growing slowly, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief. “If it was…” he began, but let the sentence hang, leaving you craving more. “You know what I’d do, don’t you? If I were there right now... I’d have taken everything off you, slowly, feeling every bit. Because I want you to feel everything... like I would.”

Your body reacted immediately, the heat growing almost unbearable. Your fingers slowly climbed up to your neck, touching the skin, and a shiver ran through your body like an electric current.

He smiled, satisfied. “Ah, schatz... keep going. Touch your neck for me, slowly... like I would.”

You obeyed without thinking, your fingers sliding over the warm skin, each movement intensifying the desire already consuming you. Your heart raced, and you could almost feel his hands, as if he were there, guiding you.

“That's it... slowly,” he said, his voice hoarse, full of contained pleasure. “Now down... very slowly. Touch your chest...”

You did as he asked, your fingers brushing the sensitive skin until they reached your chest, and a soft sigh escaped your lips. The sensation was almost as if he were there, present. He saw the effect he had on you, and it only made him smile more.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice in a low, satisfied tone, but still he kept control. “Now... lower. Very... slowly.”

The temperature in your body rose, the desire burning inside. Your fingers moved down, caressing the skin until they finally reached the most sensitive spot. You let out a soft moan, and your eyes closed for a second, losing yourself in the sensation.

“Don’t close your eyes, schatz,” he commanded, his voice firm, but wrapped in dangerous tenderness. “I want you to look at me... I need to see every second of this.”

Your body trembled as you opened your eyes, the two of you connecting through the screen, and the desire between you only grew. The tension was palpable, each second prolonging the sweet agony. “Now... one finger. Very slowly.”

You did as he asked, your fingers gently brushing over your slit, and your whole body responded, a deeper moan escaping your lips. He watched closely, his eyes gleaming, but still maintaining control.

“That’s it... slowly,” he continued, his voice almost a whisper, but filled with a force that pulled you deeper into the desire. “You know how I would do it, don’t you? I’d touch you like this... slowly... until you couldn’t take it anymore.”

You felt your body vibrate, your heart racing, your nerves on edge. “Toto… please…” you moaned, unable to hold back anymore.

His smile widened, predatory, but with a sweetness that made everything even more torturous. “Ah, schatz, you know I love it when you beg.” He paused, his eyes fixed on yours, and you could almost feel his tongue sliding over the words. “But not yet. I want you like this... a little longer.”

Pleasure mixed with frustration, and you felt like your body was about to explode, but he controlled every inch of your desire.

“Two fingers now,” he ordered, his voice low, filled with authority, but still sweet. “Slowly.”

You followed, your fingers moving gently, but the growing pleasure was almost unbearable. He kept you on the edge, always there, but never letting you reach where you wanted.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, his tone teasing. “I know you want more... but I also know you love it when I leave you like this. Trapped in this desire.” He smiled, full of power. “Now... stop.”

Shock ran through your body, and you trembled, the frustration and desire mixing in an almost painful way. “Toto... no...” you tried to protest, but your voice failed.

He chuckled softly, that low laugh that made your skin tingle. “I said stop,” he repeated, his tone firm, but with a softness that was almost cruel. “You’re going to wait for me... you’re not going to touch yourself. You’ll stay like this... thinking of me. And I know you’ll obey, because you have this thing for me, don’t you?”

Your body still trembled, your breathing erratic, but all you could do was nod, desperate. He smiled, satisfied, with that quiet confidence that kept you hooked on him.

“Goodnight, schatz,” he said, his voice low, but firm, with that smile that made your heart race. “I love you.” And then, he turned off the screen, leaving you alone, still on the edge, the desire burning with no relief in sight.

You let the phone fall beside you on the bed.

Turning your face into the pillow, you hit the bed with your fist, frustrated, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, remembering exactly who you were dealing with.

Damn, fuck.

Now there was no doubt. You were completely screwed.

Inspired by: I was listening to Hold The Line by Toto (😌) on loop and thought: Why not?

[annaaepf1]

Toto Wolff at the PETRONAS Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur City Centre. (2024)

source: PETRONAS Motorsports

[warnersister]

Toto Wolff x Pilot!Reader

Toto Wolff x Reader

Summary: when Toto Wolff accidentally makes his instagram page public, the world meets a new side to Toto Wolff, including an intimate side no one expects.

totowolff added to their story!

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charlieboy<3

charlieboy<3: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT TOTO MAKING HIS PAGE PUBLIC AND A 4 YEAR LONG RELATIONSHIP WITH THIS GIRL?!?!?!

📍: what the fuck land

🏷️: totowolff

❤️: f1fan, totolover, mercedesfans and 87,645 others

💬:

totosgf: I KNOW OMG I NEED TO KNOW MORE

-> f1wagfan: totosgf SAME WHO IS SHE

mercfan: I think he made it public accidentally😭😭😭

-> f1one: mercfan he defo did

wagsof1: is she a pilot????

-> charlieboy<3: wagsof1 I NEED TO KNOW

totowolff

totowolff: there she goes again, see you in six months, meine liebe. Fly safe❤️

📍: RAF BASE

🏷️: youruser

❤️: lewishamilton, youruser and 56,859 others

💬:

youruser: miss you already

-> totowolff: youruser heartbroken💔

lewishamilton: love you yn, stay safe on deployment❤️❤️

-> youruser: lewishamilton thank you Lewis, will try to get to a race later this season!!❤️

f1fan: OMG WE WERE RIGHT SHE IS A PILOT OMG

-> totofan: f1fan AN RAF PILOT TOO OMFG

totosgf: I CANT BELIEVE THIS HOW DID NO ONE NOTICE IT???

-> pilotworld: totosgf they have done really well to keep it quiet, they are probably prioritising her safety

totosgf

totosgf: GUYS I FOUND HER INSTA @/youruser

📍: happy land

🏷️: youruser, totowolff

❤️: f1fanz, charlieboy<3, f1one and 26,785 others

💬:

f1fanz: did she make her account public too?

-> charlieboy<3: f1fanz I don’t think either of them understand how to use insta😭😭

f1one: I’m kind of worried, they obviously wanted privacy.

-> formulafan: f1one I think so too, she’s got a very important job

-> f1waggs: formulafan yeah we need to learn to respect people’s lives and leave them alone.

totowolffffff: I agree with everyone’s comments, but look how cute she is😭😭😍

totosgf: JUST REALISED THIS BUT OMG THEY’RE MARRIED!!!!!

-> click to view 23,958 responses to this comment.

f1wags

f1wags: Toto Wolff & (wife) Yn Wolff have privated their pages.

📍: f1

🏷️: youruser, totowolff

❤️: totosgf, f1fanz, fanoff1 and 86,750 others

💬:

totosgf: alright, own up. WHO TOLD THEM???

f1fanz: it was only a matter of time, I’m glad they get a bit of their privacy back

-> fanoff1: f1fanz me too😢

formulawag: I hope they’re both okay and yn gets her privacy

-> f1waggy: formulawag I hope we see her at a race at some point.

totowolff

totowolff: not how we wanted to announce it, but now she is off deployment and back in my arms… my wife, yn.

📍: home

🏷️: youruser

❤️: youruser, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1 and 87,735,927 others

💬:

youruser: see you all at Monaco!!

-> totowolff: youruser never letting you go again❤️

lewishamilton: love you two

-> youruser: lewishamilton thanks for your forger support Lew❤️

maxverstappen1: is your wife single?

-> totowolff: maxverstappen1 fuck off get your own.

youruser

youruser: to the next chapter of my life you all get to see❤️

📍: Monte-Carlo Monaco

🏷️: totowolff

❤️: totowolff, charles_leclerc, charlottesiine and 10,359,092 others

💬:

totowolff: to forever with you❤️❤️

-> youruser: totowolff mein herz❤️❤️

charlottesiine: YAY CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN🥰🥰🥰

-> youruser: charlottesiine was getting very difficult staying away😭😭

lewishamilton: power couple

landonorris: woah

totowolff

totowolff: my good luck charms❤️🍀

📍: Monte-Carlo Monaco

🏷️: youruser

❤️: youruser, f1, wagsoff1 and 9,734,895 others

💬:

youruser: dream weekend with my dream man❤️

-> totowolff: youruser mon amour❤️

wagsoff1: WAIT WAIT CHARM(S)?!?! IS THIS WHY SHE HAD A SHORT DEPLOYMENT??? IS SHE PREGNANT?!?!?!?!

-> f1fan: wagsoff1 THIS IS WHAT I WAS THINKING

-> ynfan: f1fan I love her. Omg. Little Wolff.

-> yourfan: ynfan LITTLE WOLFF YES!!!

[doramelburne]

I only see one alpha male here in this photo and it is NOT Kyle ......

[formulahannah]

I Can See You by Taylor Swift is the ultimate Toto song.

Like honestly though, every time I hear it I think of him. Anyone else?

[thoughalbonita]

𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒 𝟙,𝟚,𝟛 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 / 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/378299093-%F0%9D%94%BD%F0%9D%95%A0%F0%9D%95%A3%F0%9D%95%9E%F0%9D%95%A6%F0%9D%95%9D%F0%9D%95%92-%F0%9D%9F%99-%F0%9D%9F%9A-%F0%9D%9F%9B-%F0%9D%95%86%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%96-%F0%9D%95%8A%F0%9D%95%99%F0%9D%95%A0%F0%9D%95%A5%F0%9D%95%A4-%F0%9D%95%80%F0%9D%95%9E%F0%9D%95%92%F0%9D%95%98%F0%9D%95%9A%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%96%F0%9D%95%A4?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ToughAlbonita                      

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[pear-1206]

Never prepare for this despite knowing😭😭😭🥺

Hey p here!!! 👋🏻 Just as we talk, I want a fic about Toto Wolff x wife reader who always healthy/happy go lucky person and suddenly she's ill. You can't decide what it is. Include there drivers/anyone in the sports reaction. Like they're trying to help her, watching out for her. She's their friend/mother figure, of course they're worried. But being her, she just deals with humour even though she's sick. And can you include Jack? That boy has my heart. Even though this must be heartbreaking for him at such a young age, I think it's time for some angst, gut wrenching story that traumatize us all😃 And lastly how everyone cope with it. Add anything you want to. Thanks!!! :))) Appreciate it❤️❤️

With prompts:

1) "After all this time?” “Yes. I still do"

2) "My sweet and brave little munchkin."

3) "Tick tock, the clock is ticking"

4) "I thought we had more time"

Slipping through my fingers

there are moments in life that define everything, moments that still your world to a complete standstill people often assume that these moments are of joy or happiness. unfortunately for toto his moments caught a rotten streak and his world was never going to be the same ever again.

the day toto met her was a day full of surprises for both of them.

y/n had just recently made the decision to switch up her major from nursing towards mass media and journalism. it was a switch that raised a lot of eyebrows and concern from her family yet they supported her nonetheless, everyone knew how talented she was and knew she’d get a job eventually. What they didn’t know was along with the job she’d catch the attention of a rather tall man.

toto was having a rather eventful day, both of his star drivers had crashed into each other on lap one giving his arch nemesis horner his day in the sun with his prodigy max verstappen winning the race only to rub salt in his raw open wounds. he should have signed him instead of nico toto thought as he stomped through the media pen only to be bombared with around a hundred reporters eagerly waiting to see if the team principal was going to have another one of his infamous anger blowouts. alas to them a young female reporters questions had caught the interest of Toto.

Her question was clear cut no glazing no unnecessary flattery to grab his attention, all she’d ask him was if he’s going to fire someone on the pit wall for the strategies today. it was a bold question not one that reportes like to use since it ends up in court cases but she really didn’t care. It was her first few races and she wanted to make a name for herself and boy did she.

Toto’s response was curt and dismissive but she didn’t budge one bit, she was persistent and that caught Toto’s attention.

ladies and gentlemen this was the first moment in Toto’s life that had stopped the world for him.

the moment he looked into her eyes he felt everything was irrelevant. He didn’t care that both silver arrows were a pile of silver dust all that was captivating to him was the brown tinge in her hazel eyes. toto wanted to stare into them forever, and perhaps god was smiling straight down on them and decided to seal both their fates together.

and so it started.

their infamous courtship.

Now for a team principal speaking to people was almost second nature but when it came to her toto was a blubbering mess always leaving the conversation wanting to speak more, it was rather funny towards the other team principals. he was acting like a teenager with his first crush.

things weren’t all that easy for her too, each interaction with toto outside of business had her craving him more and more, she chuckled at his faint attempts to woo her and get her lunches. she too had a crush on him and it was only getting stronger.

the turning point in their relationship was the after party at the Abu Dhabi Grabd Prix, the long season was finally over and the celebrations had started. Toto had eagerly invited her and was hoping praying dying to see her come, unfortunately he wasn’t the only one who was waiting to see her, amongst his infatuation toto was as blind to how interested zak brown had also become towards her. he wasn’t often caught staring at her in places no man’s eyes had entitlement to. things were starting to get creepy but none of our two lovebirds had figured that out.

the party was in full swing when she had decided to show up, wrapping up her tasks with sky sports made her rather late but the look in Toto’s eyes when he had saw her was everything she had hoped and wanted. The man looked starstruck it was insane how whipped he was for her and they weren’t even together.

a couple of drinks and close dances later when she had excused herself to go to the ladies room was when calamity hit.

zak had his dirty gazes set on her ever since she had shown up, he knew toto wasn’t on guard whenever she was there and knew it was his time to try and get handsy with her.

right after walking out of the ladies room she was dragged into a corner and that’s when she felt small fat and stubby fingers trying to touch her. it felt humiliating disgusting and frankly made her want to bleach her skin. right before zak could cover her mouth and start with his actual plan she screamed as hard as she could hoping to get anyone’s attention oh how she regretted not taking up Toto’s offer to walk her to the restroom.

toto had wondered where she had ended up disappearing, was he being too much did she need a break from him?? he was overthinking when he heard her cries for help and in a second all the alcohol in his system had vanished. He leaped towards her cries and the scene startled him to his core, in a second zak was off her and his disgusting touch was replaced with the warm calm caressing of toto a man she was familiar with someone she knew.

the entire night was ruined in a split second, it wasn’t until toto had zak in a head lock that she’d regained her senses, seeing him so worked up over protecting her name and honour made her do what she did next.

the second toto was close by she kissed him, full on kissed him. it wasn’t short or messy it was full of reassurance of promise and of new beginnings.

that’s how the two souls collided.

oh and zak was given not one but multiple fractures and a hefty legal case to fight, toto didn’t play when it came to the ones who he loved.

the new couple relationship caused frenzy all over the internet and the paddock, no one really expected them to be a couple it didn’t make sense, out of everyone why did toto choose a journalist? Didn’t he know if they break up his whole life would be plastered onto the news.

Headlines like these made both of them chuckle, neither of them seeming to care, they were just happy to be with each other against all odds.

throughout the course of their relationship there were times where y/n had become sick, it often worried toto seeing how easily the common cold for her could become much serious, she always brushed his concerns away. it wasn’t until much later into their relationship when toto started noticing more and more health concerns for his now fiancé.

the proposal had taken place in Iceland she’d always loved it there especially the black sand beach and how beautifully it contrasted against the bright white snow, often times she’d dreamed of going there and toto made it a reality for them. she later joked that the beach and the snow represented each of them perfectly, Toto being the dark black beach that only softens in appearance in front of the snow. he’d got down on one knee at that exact spot uttering words of love and honesty. they had their vows at the exact same place. some things don’t change.

it was now 3 years into their marriage, toto had settled down and wasn’t all angry and violent like he used to be (ask the poor abused headsets) he was much calmer and level headed, that’s what happens when you marry the love of your life. he knew not to piss his wife off or worry her after all she was carrying his baby.

the pregnancy test was taken after she had thrown up half her body weight, toto wasn’t around he infact was in austria for the Grand Prix, she had excused herself from it with dumb excuses, Toto ever the gentleman knew not to push it and let her have some space.

In a matter of seconds their world’s axis shifted.

the pregnancy test came as a positive surprise, neither of them had discussed having children but they weren’t against the idea, when toto came back to his wife pale and heaving beside the toilet he knew what was going on, he whisked her off her feet and kissed her so strongly that you might think the man was off to war.

her pregnancy came with a price thou, a huge price for her to pay. y/n was anaemic her body didn’t have enough red blood cells and that’s why she could faint at the drop of a hat.

the couple had been shopping during the off season for the arrival of their little baby, unfortunately fans and paparazzi got a hold of their location resulting in a rather ugly swarm of cameras and people. the noise alone alerted Toto that their quiet evening had come to an end, in a rush to protect his wife and unborn child Toto’s steps where hastened and elongated, unfortunately his wife simply couldn’t keep up and fell victim to one of her fainting spells the camera and the noises alongside the amount of people did nothing to help her and so she collapsed.

the faint thud would haunt Toto forever, his whole world crumbled when he heard it, instantly he rushed towards her only to find her knocked out cold, the rush to the hospital has been the longest wait of his life.

he swore then and there that he wouldn’t ever put her or their child in such a situation.

luckily both mother and baby were okay, when they got home later that night she had fallen asleep unknown to the storm that was brewing within her husband.

Toto wasn’t a very emotionally available man, he preferred to deal with his emotions privately or not at all if possible but ever since meeting her he’s been more open towards showing love and care but the one thing he won’t show is fear.

Torger Christian Wolff was afraid.

he’d been having these vivid dreams of his wife dying and leaving him and their six year old son alone forever, it’s been haunting him ever since her fall.

[gpfansnl]

Een anonieme teambaas in de Formule 1 heeft Toto Wolff ervan beschuldigd dat hij zijn afspraken niet nakomt tijdens bijeenkomsten van de Formule 1 Commissie, zo meldt BusinessF1 Magazine. De Formule 1 Commissie bestaat uit vertegenwoordigers van de deelnemende teams, de organisatoren van de races, sponsoren, bandenfabrikanten en de FIA. Deze groep komt van tijd tot tijd bijeen om te bepalen of bepaalde voorstellen of regelwijzigingen goedgekeurd moeten worden. BusinessF1 Magazine meldt dat verschillende teambazen - die niet bij naam genoemd willen worden - hun beklag hebben gedaan over de "verstorende" houding van Wolff tijdens recente bijeenkomsten. Zo wordt een anonieme teambaas geciteerd: "Hij glimlacht en is het eens met ons en dan tijdens de bijeenkomsten komt hij er opeens op terug. We hebben Toto allemaal hoog zitten en zijn meningen hebben waarde, maar we vinden het [zijn gedrag] allemaal heel vreemd. Ik weet zeker dat het politiek gedraai van Toto is, omdat het in zijn belang is om bij zijn eigen standpunt uit te komen - hoe stom dat ook klinkt." Het vermeende gedraai van de Mercedes-teambaas hebben recent naar verluidt vooral te maken met de discussies over de motorreglementen voor vanaf 2026.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Toto’s Guard Dog – Part 5

Part 1 Parte 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 636

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summary: Y/n finally kisses Toto, but when Christian Horner catches them and starts running his mouth, she unleashes hell.

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Y/n had Toto Wolff right where she wanted him.

For weeks, he’d been smirking, teasing, playing his little power games. But now? Now she was in control.

And Toto hated it.

Well, hated might be the wrong word.

Because every time she leaned in just a little too close—every time she touched his tie, ran her fingers down his arm, or murmured something suggestive just for him—his restraint cracked just a little more.

She was winning.

Until, of course, he decided to ruin her life.

It happened in the Mercedes motorhome.

The paddock had been hot, sticky, exhausting. Y/n had been up since sunrise, running around, dealing with logistics, making fun of Horner three times before breakfast—the usual.

By the time she made it back to the hospitality lounge, she was done.

Toto, of course, looked perfectly fine. No sweat, no exhaustion—just standing there in his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, arms crossed, watching her like he knew things.

She scowled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

His smirk deepened. “Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking.”

Toto chuckled, stepping closer—too close, really. “I was just wondering…” He tilted his head. “How far are you willing to push this, schatzi?”

Her breath caught. “Push what?”

Toto leaned in, so close she could feel his breath. “This game of yours.”

For the first time in her life, Y/n was speechless.

And Toto?

Toto knew it.

He chuckled, so smug, and started to pull away.

Absolutely not.

Before he could move, Y/n grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Hard.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t slow. It was a collision—weeks of tension snapping like a rubber band, lips crashing, hands tangling in fabric and hair.

Toto made a sound deep in his throat—half surprise, half something much darker—and then his arms were around her, one hand gripping her waist, the other cupping her face as he devoured her.

God, he kissed like he did everything else—completely, overwhelmingly, like he owned her.

Y/n felt dizzy. Drunk. Gone.

And then—

“Ohhhhhh, well isn’t this adorable?”

Y/n and Toto ripped apart.

And there, standing in the doorway, looking way too smug—

Was Christian Horner.

Y/n was going to jail.

She could already see the headlines: Mercedes Strategist Murders Red Bull Team Principal in Broad Daylight.

Horner was grinning. “I knew there was something going on with you two.” He wagged a finger between them. “You know, Toto, for all your talk about professionalism, this seems very—”

“Get out.” Y/n’s voice was deadly.

Horner ignored her. “Honestly, this explains so much. The guard dog routine? The constant defending?” He smirked. “Tell me, Y/n, is it loyalty or are you just whipped?”

Toto tensed.

Y/n saw red.

“Oh, that’s rich,” she snapped. “You want to talk about being whipped? You’re the one whose wife has to publicly defend you every other week because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Horner’s smirk faltered.

Y/n wasn’t done.

“You have the audacity to call me Toto’s guard dog when you’re literally running around begging for scraps of validation from a team that doesn’t even like you? How embarrassing.” She took a step closer. “You think I’m obsessed with him? Sweetheart, you’re obsessed with beating him. And you never will.”

Horner opened his mouth—then shut it.

And for the first time ever, Christian Horner had nothing to say.

Y/n smiled sweetly. “Now. Get out.”

Horner turned on his heel and left.

The second the door shut, Toto let out a long whistle. “Mein Gott.”

Y/n turned to him, still fuming. “I hate him.”

Toto grinned. “I know.”

She crossed her arms. “I—”

Before she could finish, Toto grabbed her face and kissed her again.

Hard.

Possessive.

Like he owned her.

Like he was saying, Mine.

And Y/n?

She kissed him back.

[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.”

[thesilverdiary]

A Letter To Old Days.

Warnings? None, really! Mostly fluffy, with plenty of longing. Toto Wolff x Reader. One shot.

Words: 1.176.

You remember your 19 years as if it were today, when you used to accompany your younger brother to karting classes. One day, you’re sitting by the edge of the racetrack, impatient, your face resting on the palm of your hand, your eyes wandering bored over the boys zigzagging with their karts. The next, you’re there willingly, observing every movement, waiting with a silent anticipation that you don’t dare confess even to yourself.

At first, the minutes dragged; you counted your brother’s laps on the track as if they were the beats of a lazy clock. But later, each hour seemed to dissolve between muffled laughter and glances that you couldn’t decipher. You vividly remember the days when your mother insisted you go along to the practices, your presence becoming a routine.

You thought you were there out of obligation, a shadow following your younger brother like an obedient guard dog, not realizing that your own freedom was beginning to intertwine with that space.

That’s when your thoughts began to take shape on the pages of your notebook:

So, there is this boy...

Tall, dark-haired, with a smile you couldn’t decipher. He was a bit odd, too quiet for someone who dealt with speed and adrenaline. There was a shyness there, something you couldn’t quite identify at first.

Always observant, always attentive to details that escaped others. Maybe it was this quietness that caught your attention.

Back then, you weren’t good at understanding boys’ behavior. You thought he simply hadn’t noticed you in the same way. Maybe he was just another attentive instructor, too focused on his job to pay attention to the girl who was always hanging around, pretending to be disinterested.

Until your best friend, always more perceptive, said something that caught you by surprise: “You two are flirting. But in the most awkward and innocent way possible.” And suddenly, everything made sense.

The way he hesitated when talking to you, always looking for an excuse to prolong the conversations. The fleeting glances he’d throw your way while adjusting your brother’s helmet, as if he wanted to make sure you were really there. And those smiles... those restrained smiles you thought were just professional courtesy. Casual questions about university exams, musical tastes, anything that could prolong that shared moment.

And, somehow, even without fully understanding it, you started to write more about him in your notebook, as if each word could capture what you felt and the things you didn’t know how to say out loud.

By the time you realized what could have been between you, he had already left the racetrack. So, he ended up being just a few more pages in your notebook, mixed with notes on dreams and random thoughts.

He had dropped out of university, changed jobs, and moved to another country to pursue his dream of becoming a driver. And there, facing the void he had left behind, you found yourself wondering if it had all just been your imagination.

Maybe it was just a game your mind played.

And that was okay if it was. Because, in that moment, you discovered what it was like to fall in love for the first time.

You fell for him.

The first year of university passed in a blur. You threw yourself into studies and social events, not because you were particularly interested, but because it felt like the only way to silence that nagging sense of something missing. You changed majors twice, joined a few clubs, even went to a couple of parties where you pretended to have fun, but nothing really clicked.

Your friends found it odd—how you always seemed a little disconnected, a little too preoccupied. They teased you for being too serious or too grown-up. You’d smile and brush it off, but deep down, you knew they were right. You were trying to outrun something you couldn’t quite name.

Ten years had passed, and your life had taken a direction that the impatient and rebellious nineteen-year-old you once were could never have imagined. Today, you worked in international tax consulting, dealing with numbers, laws, and complex agreements that filled your days and drained your energy. But, even surrounded by folders and endless spreadsheets, motorsport still managed to find its way into your life.

Your brother, now older and even more determined, continued his journey in karting. What began as a youthful passion had turned into a dream he pursued with surprising tenacity. You found yourself frequenting the racetracks again, watching his practice sessions, now as a spectator and supporter, no longer as a reluctant guardian.

Your fiancé — or rather, your ex-fiancé — shared the same passion. He was a fascinating, elegant man, and like so many others, absolutely obsessed with motorsport. You traveled together to watch races, discussed drivers and teams, followed the transfer market with enthusiasm. In the beginning, it seemed perfect. He understood your past, your involvement in the sport through your brother.

Your best friend still kept in touch with him, the boy from your teenage years, and would occasionally update you on his life. This connection, however tenuous, was enough to stir a sense of familiarity, a bittersweet nostalgia that made your ex-fiancé uneasy. He’d raise an eyebrow whenever your friend's updates slipped into conversation, sensing a thread that seemed to pull you back to a past he couldn’t reach.

It wasn’t long before that subtle tension unraveled the engagement. You found yourself standing alone in a bridal boutique in Paris—Rosa Clará, one of those elegant places with gilded mirrors and delicate lace draped over every surface—returning the wedding dress you had once chosen with such certainty. There was an odd comfort in the transaction, as if letting go of the dress was the final step in freeing yourself from a future that no longer felt like your own.

As you handed the dress back, the shop assistant gave you a sympathetic smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. You wondered briefly if she knew the story behind every gown that was returned. The dress, so carefully chosen, now felt like a stranger in your hands—something beautiful and full of promise, yet utterly disconnected from the woman you were now.

When you realized it, you had taken a few days off work and flown back to Styria. You were sitting in Café Strauss, waiting for your friend, your eyes drifting to the door every few minutes. You had just ordered a latte and a slice of sachertorte, letting the steam from your cup calm your nerves, when someone gently asked if they could join you.

“Can I join you?” The voice was tentative, as if testing the waters.

You looked up, expecting your friend, but instead, there he was. The same intense, unwavering gaze, with a more confident smile, yet still that familiar hint of shyness.

“Oh…” You paused, a smile tugging at your lips as you gestured to the chair. “Hi, Toto.” And in that moment, you knew—your friend wasn’t going to show up anytime soon.

And you are still falling.

Inspired by this quote: not very attractive with the girls. Here: Speed Dating with Toto, Lewis, and Valtteri – Part 2! 👏 …as well as this photo: Instagram

[annaaepf1]

Why don't you love me daddy ?

(volume UP!!)

[margeoww]

Toto is sick in bed and his wife is at some gala. He need texting her throughout the night and being annoying because he’s clingy when he’s sick but he won’t admit it.

A Night with a Sick Toto (and His Clingy Texts)

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pairing: sick!toto wolff x wife!reader

summary: Toto Wolff is stuck at home battling what he dramatically calls “the deadliest cold ever,” while his wife is attending an important gala

warnings: pure fluff, clingy and dramatic Toto Wolff when sick.

Saturday night should have been easy. You had spent the afternoon meticulously preparing for a prestigious gala, one you couldn’t miss because it was critical for networking. Toto had been supportive, at first.

—Don’t worry —he’d said, bundled up in the softest blanket he owned. —You go enjoy yourself. I’ll be fine. Im perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

Yet the moment you walked out the door, his first text arrived.

Round 1: The Neediness Begins

Toto: Are you there yet?

You: Just arrived. Are you okay?

Toto: I’d be better if someone was here to make sure I don’t die.

You: Toto, it’s a cold, not the plague.

Toto: A very serious cold.

You: I left you everything you need: tea, soup, medicine, tissues, and Netflix. What else do you want?

Toto: I don’t know… maybe my wife?

You: Stop being dramatic. You told me to go.

Toto: Well, now I regret it. It’s so lonely here.

You: You’re literally under three blankets.

Toto: And still freezing.

You: You’re impossible.

Toto: You’re beautiful.

You sighed, already anticipating how the night was going to unfold.

Round 2: Mid-Gala Drama

You’d barely had a chance to enjoy a drink when your phone buzzed again.

Toto: What are you doing?

You: Networking. It’s a gala, Toto.

Toto: Networking with who?

You: People important for my job.

Toto: Anyone taller than me?

You: Toto…

Toto: I’m just asking.

You: What do you want?

Toto: I think I’m getting worse.

You: Did you take your medicine?

Toto: It tastes awful.

You: That’s why I left the orange juice.

Toto: It’s not the same if you’re not here to give it to me.

You: Toto, you’re a grown man.

Toto: A very sick grown man.

You: Do you want me to come home early?

Toto: No, no. Stay. I’ll suffer in silence.

You: You’re literally texting me right now.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to laugh. He was impossible, but he was your impossible.

Round 3: Dessert and Desperation

Just as dessert was served, Toto escalated his antics.

Toto: The soup you made tastes like cardboard.

You: It’s your favorite soup.

Toto: Not when I have to reheat it myself. It tastes… soulless.

You: It’s literally the same soup.

Toto: It needs your touch.

You: Are you sure you don’t want me to come home?

Toto: No, I don’t want to ruin your night.

You: You’re already ruining it.

Toto: But I miss you.

You: Toto…

Toto: I think I have a fever.

You: Did you check?

Toto: I don’t know where the thermometer is.

You: It’s in the medicine cabinet.

Toto: Why can’t you just come home and check for me?

By this point, you’d had enough. Politely excusing yourself from the event, you called a car and headed back home.

When you walked through the door, you found him exactly where you expected: sprawled out on the couch, buried under a fortress of blankets. He glanced up, his brown eyes a mixture of guilt and triumph.

— You’re back early. —he said innocently.

—You made sure of that. —you replied, dropping your bag and crossing your arms.

—I wasn’t that bad.

—You texted me 27 times.

Toto winced. —That’s not so many.

Rolling your eyes, you moved to sit beside him. He immediately latched onto you, resting his head on your shoulder like a needy puppy.

—See? This is what I needed. —he mumbled.

—Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook. —you teased, brushing a hand through his hair.

—I’ll make it up to you when I’m better. —he promised, his voice already fading as the comfort of having you close finally allowed him to relax.

And as much as you wanted to be annoyed, you couldn’t help but smile. Because at the end of the day, being needed. Annoying texts and all. It wasn’t so bad.

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Their Daughter's First Breakup

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✯ pairing:  Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none✯

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Having a teenager was rough. Teenagers experience so much—the highs and the lows—and the lows can get very, very low sometimes. Everything feels like a burden, even the smallest of inconveniences, which we only realize are small when we look at them in the rearview.

Charlotte, their daughter, had just come home. y/n had come home from work not too much earlier. 

“Hey, how was your day?” she asked her daughter with a soft smile, “did they gave you that biology test you said ‘it went so bad’,” she added, knowing that despite her thoughts she would end up with an outstanding grade.

“Yeah, an A,” Charlotte responded, through her tone giving away she was not in the mood.

The kitchen was quiet except for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clatter of dishes as she tidied up. Charlotte sat at the kitchen table, poking at a bowl of cereal with her spoon, her expression distant.

She could sense something was off—Charlotte wasn’t her usual chatty self. Even her response about the biology test, which normally would’ve been delivered with pride or an exaggerated tale of woe, had been flat.

“An A, huh?” she said, trying to keep her tone light as she leaned against the counter. “I knew you’d ace it. You always do, even when you swear it’s the end of the world.”

Charlotte shrugged, her eyes fixed on her cereal. “Yeah, I guess.”

Her mother frowned slightly, setting the dish towel down and walking over to the table. She sat across from Charlotte, folding her hands on the table. “What’s going on, sweetheart? You’ve been extremely quiet”

“Nothing,” Charlotte replied too quickly, her voice tinged with irritation.

She tilted her head, her eyes soft with concern. “Charlotte…”

Her daughter sighed, her shoulders slumping as she finally set the spoon down. “It’s just… I’m tired, okay? School was long, and people were annoying, and…” She trailed off, her voice catching slightly.

“...And?”

Charlotte hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing’s stupid if it’s bothering you,” her mom said gently, reaching across the table to rest a hand on Charlotte’s. “Talk to me, love.”

Charlotte looked down, her eyes welling up despite her best efforts to keep it together. “Liam… broke up with me,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart clenched as she watched her daughter fight back tears. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, getting up to move around the table and sit beside her. She wrapped her arms around Charlotte, who did not resist the hug but leaned into her instead.

“It’s so dumb,” Charlotte said, her voice muffled against her shoulder. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. It’s not like we were together that long, but… it just hurts.”

“It’s not dumb,” her mom reassured her, rubbing her back soothingly. “It hurts because it mattered to you. And it’s okay to feel that way.”

Charlotte sniffled, pulling back slightly. “I just don’t get it. He said I was ‘too much’ or something. Like, what does that even mean?”

Her mom’s brow furrowed. “It means he didn’t know how lucky he was to have you,” she said firmly. “And that’s his loss, not yours.”

Charlotte let out a watery laugh, wiping her eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re my mom.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true,” she countered, cupping Charlotte’s face gently. “You’re smart, kind, and funny, and anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve you. Liam clearly wasn’t ready for someone as amazing as you.”

Charlotte smiled faintly, her tears starting to slow. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Always, love,” she said, pulling her into another hug. “Breakups suck, I know, but as far as I’m concerned no one has died from one,” she added, her tone lighter, trying to make her chuckle.

“I could be the first case,” her daughter chuckled slightly, still leaning into the embrace.

“Nope, not happening with me around,” she said softly, “I promise, it will pass, now it hurts, but it will pass, it always does, okay?”

Charlotte nodded, her face still slightly teary. 

“And while it does pass,” her mom started, “do you want to do something, maybe go shopping, you know to speed up the process,” she suggested with a light grin.

Charlotte wiped her eyes, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Yeah, okay. Shopping sounds nice,” she said softly.

Her mom grinned, a spark of relief lighting up her expression. “Perfect..”

Charlotte chuckled lightly, the sound still a bit shaky but genuine. “You’re really just looking for an excuse to go shopping, aren’t you?”

“Busted,” her mom teased, nudging her gently. “But seriously, a little retail therapy never hurt anyone. Go get ready, and I’ll grab my purse.”

“Okay,” Charlotte said, standing up from the table. The weight in her chest felt a bit lighter now, even if the ache of the breakup still lingered.

As Charlotte headed upstairs to change, her mom lingered in the kitchen, pulling out her phone to text Toto.

Taking Charlotte out for a little mother-daughter shopping trip. She had a rough day. Will fill you in later.

Moments later, Toto replied: Got it. Let me know if you need me to join. Give her a hug from me.

Smiling at his message, she slipped her phone into her bag and turned toward the stairs. “Ready when you are, Charlotte!” she called out.

Charlotte appeared a few minutes later, her eyes still slightly puffy but her expression more relaxed. “Let’s go.”

With a reassuring smile, her mom wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they headed to the car. “This is going to be fun, you’ll see.”

Charlotte leaned into her slightly, grateful for the comfort. “Thanks, Mom. For everything.”

“Always, sweetheart,” she said warmly, starting the Mercedes.

Later, almost night, the car pulled into the driveway late in the evening, the headlights casting long shadows against the house. Charlotte and her mom stepped out, the trunk bursting with shopping bags from every upscale store they had visited. Charlotte’s laughter rang through the quiet evening as she struggled to carry her share of the bags.

“Okay, okay, I think I went a little overboard,” her mom admitted with a laugh, balancing a few bags on her arms.

“You think?” Charlotte teased, a playful smile lighting up her face. She looked more like herself again, her earlier heartbreak now a distant hum rather than a sharp pang.

She smiled fondly as she glimpsed that very genuine smile on her daughter’s face. The evening went really well, not only due to the shopping, which contributed greatly, but the company.

They juggled the bags to the door, and as soon as it opened, they were greeted by the warm glow of the foyer lights. The familiar scent of home wrapped around them like a comforting hug.

Toto appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed casually in a button-down and slacks. He descended quickly, his tall frame moving gracefully. “Late night, I see,” he remarked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and amusement. His eyes flicked to the mountain of bags they were unloading onto the floor. “Did you leave anything in the stores?”

“Not much,” Charlotte quipped, a grin breaking across her face.

Toto smiled, clearly relieved to see her looking happier. He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “You seem better,” he said softly.

“She’s feeling much better,” her mom confirmed, setting her bags down and stretching her arms. “And we might have single-handedly boosted the local economy tonight.”

Charlotte laughed. “It helped, though. I needed this.”

Toto crouched slightly, looking Charlotte in the eye. “Good. That’s all that matters. You’ll get through this, you know.”

Charlotte nodded, her smile soft but genuine. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Always,” he said warmly before standing and turning to his wife. “And you—thank you for taking care of her.”

“Of course,” she replied with a knowing smile. “Now, I’m going to make some tea. Charlotte, why don’t you start figuring out where all these bags are going to fit in your room?”

Charlotte rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Right. I’ll just call an architect and plan an extension.”

As she gathered her bags and headed upstairs, Toto slipped an arm around his wife’s waist, pulling her close. “You really are amazing, you know that?”

She tilted her head, giving him a teasing smile. “I hope you remind me of that every so often.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Every chance I get.”

From upstairs, they heard Charlotte call out, “Mom, where did you put that bag from Dior?!”

She groaned, laughing. “Coming!”

Toto released her with a smile, watching her head upstairs to join Charlotte.

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✯ authors note: I don't why today I write so daughter related, but honestly, imagine having Toto Wolff as a husband or as a dad...

BTW, random, but when I was writing it I could not stop thinking about Fleabag, this scene:

English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3