#toto christian wolff

[bunny-jpeg]

sundays off

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/50s), power dynamic, poorly translated german, lap sex/cowgirl position, oral sex (toto receives), couch sex, unprotected sex

a/n: *makes vague gestures* i wrote this in a back corner of a train heading to see my beloved <3

nothing felt better than a sunday night with no racing. at least that was what you told yourself. the season seemed to stretch on and ended in heartbreak as this was the final races with lewis. while the wound of departure still stung. you were happy for toto to be home.

the place you shared in monaco with your beloved partner. he wasn't your husband yet, and he was far too old to be your boyfriend. so, you were partners. it made you seem like you were crime fighters. but you were certain most crime fighting duos weren't doing this on a sunday night.

"that's it, geliebten. take me as good as you do." his voice tinged with a certain want that made you toes curl as your nose dug into his pelvic area in an attempt to deep-throat him.

you were toto's beloved, underneath all the pet names and heavy touches, you were the center of toto's universe. it was to such a degree that he couldn't have you on the track too often. it was fine at monaco or austria. that made sense, but if you lingered on the track for too long toto couldn't focus. but that meant the was pent up by the end of the season.

and when toto came home, he wanted to make up for lost time. and that usually started with re-training your throat. between his legs, your mouth around his cock as you pleasured him. eyes fluttered shut as you took him as deep as you could. you could feel the pleasure thump in the back of your head as your spit clung to your chin.

toto held your hair in his hand and his other hand on his thigh as he leaned back into the couch. he admired how you look as the pleasure coursed through his body. the feeling was something else, he could feel the thump of his heart in his ears as your nose rubbed up against his trimmed pubic hair. he was impressed with himself after all the time he could still keep up with a young thing like you. he said in that low voice of his, his accent heavier with lust, "was für eine wunderschöne prinzessin." the words burned in your brain and soaked your core as you continued to orally pleasure him.

you'd get yours soon enough, toto wasn't the type of man was satisfied with one round. a man like him only reached the heights he did because of an insatiable greed.

you continued to orally pleasure him and the pleasure grew with a fire in his gut. he shifted a little on the couch and held onto your head a little tighter. his grip could be so hard it could bruise, but he'd never hurt you like that (unless you begged very nicely).

"a beauty." he said lowly, "i missed you every weekend. the photos and videos don't do your beauty justice, prinzessin. i did like the one with you on our bed, you in my shirts and trying so hard to get yourself off... but it's impossible without me, right?" he heard you moan in response at his question.

he guided your head a little faster and he could feel you choke a little bit at the feeling of his cock intruding further down your throat and it made something race through him. double header after triple header, race after race, he yearned for the softness of his lover. he wished you didn't blind his focus so much or else you'd be in his lap during the race. but it would be hard to direct the likes of russell or lewis with a hard-on.

your throat tightened around his cock as he gave the back of your throat a few more thrusts before he came inside of your mouth. he groaned under his breath was he let go of your head and relaxed against the couch. the white leather was a place of such debauchery when the older man got his hands on you.

you swallowed dutifully and took your mouth off of his still hard cock. you looked up at him with a needy look in your eyes. you needed your pleasure met too. it was hard to give head and not get so sexually wound up. and toto was more than happy to give his princess everything she so desired.

he stroked his hard cock lazily, it slick with your spit. heat in his cheeks and his dark eyes took in the sight of you before he said, "if you want it, geliebten. you're going to have to work for it. i work hard to give you everything you want, but this, you're going to have to actually work for." then smiled like a mad-man when you scrambled up on shaky legs and got into his lap. your wet cunt took him beautifully.

he tensed up for a moment and swallowed from the feeling on his already overstimulated cock. he placed both of his large hands on your hips and guided your down. his cock nudged against what felt like your womb and toto loved the feeling. your warm walls made him feel the sharp feeling of pleasure in his body. and then when you started to move up and down his cock.

"oh, geliebten." he purred, "i see you haven't forgotten the lessons i've taught you. how to please a man." you barley had given a blow-job by the time you met. toto spent a summer break making sure you understood how to drive a man wild.

"how could i forget, toto." your hands were across his clothed chest. he was still mostly clothed while you were naked. save for the anklet on your left leg with toto's name on it. you giggled, heat risen in your cheeks, "i think you fucked all my university knowledge to make room for what you taught me."

he chuckled lowly as his hands roamed your hips and a little more north, his eyes trained on the jiggle of your breasts, "well, a lover can be a good teacher. especially when the student is so eager to please." his voice was like honey in your brain and it made you only more needy for him. he kissed at your breasts and held the fat flesh in his hands and dragged his teeth and tongue across it.

you continued to move against him. you felt the excitement run through you. his sole attention on you made your body heated. there was a fire in your core that yearned for him. you wanted him, you needed him. you were his world and he expected nothing but loyalty.

"please, toto. fuck, it feels good. it left impossible to cum when i was home alone. nothing beats you." and then yelped when toto slapped you on the ass which only made you tighten around him.

"i know, prinzessin. i think i may have broken your brain with sex... my apologies. but, don't worry, i won't even make you go without." he chuckled lowly as he continued to meet your pace. he watched your body move with each heavy thrust and he felt the excitement in his bones. weeks apart, the rush of the race. despite it all, toto thought of you. he loved you. he adored you in ways that he could never put into proper words. how could he? if one met an angel, they couldn't simply put the experience into words. it was the same with you.

his voice was heavy as the words tumbled out, there was a slight ache in his hip from your movements and the position. but that could be dealt with after, you cunt was soaked for him. he even slipped out a few times, but with a little help you managed to sink yourself back down onto him. he let out a groan and you arched your back a little.

"you feel so good, geliebten." he said with a heated lust in his tone as he gripped onto you a little tighter. you felt good, your cunt was perfect around him. the fire only grew in his core as you continued to fuck him feverishly.

there was a pain in your hips as you rode him, but it was overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure in your body which kept you moving against him. the thump of your heart could be felt in the back of your mind with a heat in your cheeks. you loved him, you loved him so deeply. you missed him, the weeks apart made it hard for you to deny yourself him. to let yourself fuck him with wild abandon. it was hot. you knew you wouldn't last much longer, not while you were riding him so well that it short circuited your brain.

your pants were heavy, your tone low as you said to him, "toto, please, honey. i'm close." the thump in your soul was a raging fire as you continued to move your hips against him. you felt the fire through your blood as you kept your pace. you fucked him through your climax, you tensed around him which only made him more turned on.

"cum for me, angel." he said lowly, "cum like you've been meaning to." then kissed at your jaw as you gave it a few more heavy thrusts before he finished inside of you. he tensed up as he held you close and let you work his body through his climax.

eventually you slowed to a stop and you slumped against him. you wrapped your arms and held onto the soft material of his t-shirt. you knew he could keep going, but you were spent. surprising that even at his age he could happily keep going like a real stallion. you held onto him and kissed him until your lips were raw. it felt amazing, good in a way that made you excited all over. it was heated, a sense of euphoria rushed through you.

"got your fill, geliebten?" he asked softly, "i see that you missed me."

"i always miss you, honey." you exhaled deeply, "missing you is like missing a part of my soul. i always need it."

he kissed the side of your head as he held you. maybe next season you could visit a little more. it would be good for the team, bring up the morale. toto just had to think of a way to keep himself from getting distracted, but he had an entire off season to come up with a plan <3

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Toto Wolff pseudo-advocating gaslighting, manipulation and inflicting psychological distress upon young adults to chase a world championship? Fork found in kitchen.

[simplywrong]

This felt obligatory now

[glai1023-blog]

1. I dont think Leo and Roscoe will fight though because, Roscoe is a very chill bloke. Leo will just probably think its a chance to show off his running skills.

2. Toto vs Christian, that I would pay to watch. Winner gets Max on their team for the next season. 😂😂😂

from @leclercsletters twitter/x post

[maxillness]

⎯⎯ ୨ Character Masterlist ୧ ⎯⎯

ˏˋ Toto Wolff ˊˎ

ˏˋ Susie Wolff/Stoddart ˊˎ

ˏˋ Christian Horner ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lorenzo Leclerc ˊˎ

ˏˋ Logan Sargeant ˊˎ

ˏˋ Mark Webber ˊˎ

ˏˋ Daniel Ricciardo ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lando Norris ˊˎ

ˏˋ Sebastian Vettel ˊˎ

ˏˋ Nico Rosberg ˊˎ

ˏˋ Kimi Räikkönen ˊˎ

ˏˋ Michael Schumacher ˊˎ

ˏˋ Pierre Gasly ˊˎ

ˏˋ Sergio Perez ˊˎ

ˏˋ Fernando Alonso ˊˎ

ˏˋ Charles Leclerc ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lance Stroll ˊˎ

ˏˋ Kevin Magnussen ˊˎ

ˏˋ James Hunt ˊˎ

ˏˋ Jenson Button ˊˎ

ˏˋ Nico Hülkenbergˊˎ

ˏˋ Max Verstappen ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lewis Hamilton ˊˎ

ˏˋ Mick Schumacher ˊˎ

ˏˋ Carlos Sainz ˊˎ

ˏˋ Oscar Piastri ˊˎ

↳˗ˏˋKintoberˊˎ˗ ↴

ˏˋ 2024 ˊˎ

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

"Please, don't freak out, but I may have been in a tiny little accident." For Toto Wolff with wife reader. Thanks!! :))

Missed Call Part 1

Part 2

Word count: 962

Pairing: Toto Wolff x wife!reader

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The race was chaos—cars speeding around the track, radios buzzing with information, engineers and strategists talking over each other. Toto Wolff was in his element, focused on every detail, every split-second decision that could change the outcome. The adrenaline kept him sharp, his mind working at a hundred miles an hour. But in the back of his mind, there was a nagging thought, one that had been bothering him for the past hour.

He hadn’t checked his phone.

Normally, it wouldn’t bother him. You knew how intense race weekends could be, and you never interrupted unless it was urgent. But something was gnawing at him, a sense that he had missed something important. The race was finally over—Mercedes had done well, not a win, but decent points in the bag. As the team celebrated, Toto slipped away from the paddock to check his phone.

Several missed calls.

Your name stared back at him from the screen, and a cold sense of dread washed over him. You had called multiple times, then sent a short message: "Call me when you can. Please."

His heart dropped. This wasn’t normal. You never called like this during a race unless something was wrong.

Without a second thought, he dialed your number, his pulse racing faster than any car on the track. The line rang once… twice… and then you picked up, your voice quiet.

“Hey,” you started softly, but he didn’t let you finish.

“Why did you keep calling?!” he demanded, his voice harsher than he intended. “What happened? Are you alright? Why did you just stop?”

You took a deep breath on the other end. “Please, don’t freak out, but… I may have been in a tiny little accident.”

His chest tightened immediately. “A tiny little accident? What do you mean? Where are you? What happened?”

You tried to keep your tone light, but there was a faint tremble in your voice. “I was driving home from the store and… someone ran a red light. They hit me, and the car flipped. I—”

“The car flipped?!” His voice was rising, catching the attention of people around him. A few team members exchanged worried glances, sensing his panic.

“I’m fine now,” you continued quickly, as if trying to defuse the tension. “I’m a little bruised, but the paramedics checked me out and everything’s okay.”

Toto wasn’t listening to the reassurances. His mind was filled with images of you trapped, hurt, and scared. “You were in an accident, and I didn’t answer? You tried to call me, and I didn’t pick up?”

“Toto, please—”

“Where are you? Are you still at the hospital? I’m coming—”

“I’m home,” you interrupted, your voice steady but tired. “They discharged me. I wanted to let you know, but I didn’t want to panic you during the race. I thought you could call me after…”

“After?” Toto’s voice cracked. “After?! You were in a car accident, hurt, and I didn’t even know for an hour! I should have been there. I should have—”

“Toto!” You raised your voice, finally stopping him. “I’m okay. I’m sore, yes, but I’m not dying. You’re freaking out, and it’s only making this worse. I called you because I love you, but I knew how much was happening today. I didn’t want you to lose focus.”

His eyes darted around as he ran his hand through his hair, trying to breathe. The engineers nearby whispered, confused by his reaction. James Vowles approached cautiously, seeing his team principal pale and shaking.

“Is everything alright?” James asked gently, eyes scanning Toto’s face.

Toto shook his head. “No. Everything is not alright.” He looked at the phone again, like it had betrayed him. “My wife… she’s been in an accident.”

James immediately placed a hand on Toto’s shoulder. “She’s okay, though? Is there anything we can do?”

“She’s at home,” Toto muttered, barely hearing the people around him. “But I wasn’t there… I wasn’t there when she needed me.”

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, you could hear the distress in his voice. “Toto, listen to me,” you said, your own heart aching for him. “I’m okay now. I promise. You didn’t know. You couldn’t have known. Please don’t do this to yourself.”

James gestured for others to step back, knowing how private Toto was about his personal life, but even he seemed unsure of how to calm his boss down.

“I could have known,” Toto said quietly, almost to himself. “I could have answered. What if it had been worse?”

“Toto,” you said, your voice soft but insistent. “I don’t need you to beat yourself up over this. I’m okay. You’re here now.”

He ran a hand over his face, finally starting to breathe more steadily. “I’ll come home right away.”

“You don’t need to,” you tried, knowing how much work still needed to be done post-race. “Take care of what you need to there, then come home.”

“No,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I’m coming now.”

You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t win this one. “Alright. I’ll be here. Just… don’t drive like a madman.”

There was a pause before he spoke again, his voice softer. “I love you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“I love you too. And you’ll be here soon. That’s what matters.”

Toto hung up, still shaken, but with a determination in his eyes. “I have to go,” he said to James, who nodded with understanding.

“We’ll take care of everything here,” James assured him. “Go be with her.”

Toto nodded, his usual calm and collected demeanor shattered, but he wasted no time. He needed to see you, hold you, and make sure with his own eyes that you were okay. The race didn’t matter anymore—only you did.

[ef-1]

In honour of the last race of the season, here are some respectful moments from 2023 🩷

[warcriminalpastry]

bro he was waiting for you at the ripe age of 12

[subaru-copilot]

i love the continuous hate game they have

[raikkoberg]

I saw this meme format and I had to do it.

[cadillacjohnf1]

Predictions for the Abu Dhabi GP:

George and Max crash on Turn 1 and get out of their cars to fistfight each other (they both lose)

Charles pregnancy annoucement (he doesn't know who the father is)

Toto Wolff and Christian Horner get married 'for the bit' (they adopt 3 dogs and an orphan)

Lando and Oscar receive an award for somehow being the most unproblematic couple on the grid

Liam Lawson has hate sex with a Spanish speaking driver in a bathroom somewhere (it's probably Checo) (no-one cares)

Franco starts dating the Queen of England

[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day twenty-one

toto wolff - degradation kink

cw: smut/pwp, dom/sub, age gap (20/50), bratty!reader, groping, dirty talk/degrading language, doggy style, hair pulling

kink-o-ween master-list

toto tapped his foot as he watched you by your joyful self. while another man would find it endearing, but not the older, wiser toto wolff. he had over two decades over you, he could see the tricks of a dumb little girl.

"treasure." he said, standing up a little straighter. so you'll look away from your flirty interaction with the mechanic next to you and towards your lover. but when you didn't he whistled to your like you were a dog.

and like an obedient puppy, you looked over. you perked up with shock and toto just grinned.

you were on your stomach in the your hotel room with your shirt (toto's shirt) pulled up and exposed your round ass to the older man. your panties were still on but pulled past the cheeks to give toto a lot of room to grope and feel. toto wasn't a gentle lover, it wasn't in him to do so. the years made him yearn for a squirming younger lover who he could twist to his liking.

and you in turn loved when older men spoke down to you and bullied you and your cunt into an absolute submission. to be marked and in away owned by an older man. especially a man like him. his words were often filthy, degrading you until you were a whimpering mess. your words of defense died on your tongue which only spurred him on.

"you are a bad girl." he looked at you like you were a piece of meat. "nothing but a whore, but i guessed i'm not wrong about that. you only care about cock. you are cock hungry." he grabbed your cheek roughly and your back arched.

you replied, "no, no." you tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he kept you onto the bed. toto wouldn't let you get that far away from him.

"yes, yes, schatzi." you are a little slut. you love the attention of older men. any man who'll look at you." his voice was a growl and you felt the reverberations through your body.

you whimpered at his words and you were forced to tilted your head to the side to let him kiss your neck. it made you shiver.

"but, it's okay." he said before he laid a smack on your ass. he was in an undershirt and his dark briefs. and you were just in the shirt and panties. near naked on the lavish bed. he pressed more kisses against you before he took the shirt off of your body. his lips trailed down your back, "it's okay that you're a whore. because you're my slut. beautiful little slut."

you squirmed, but when toto let go of you, you didn't move away. he stripped himself of his clothes. you felt his hungry gaze on you as you raised your hips a little higher. he made a soft groaning noise.

you reached behinf yourself and got your panties down your ass and exposed your slick, sweet pussy to him.

"so well behaved. maybe too well behaved." he said which made you moan, "maybe it's time to put my treasure on a tighter leash." and he lined his cock with your pussy and sank down into you to the base. he felt perfectly, after all the times, he had to work your pussy to accommodate him. you were made perfect for his heavy cock now.

now he could get into you with ease.

"no one else could fuck you right, not like me." he said his volume was a little lower, but the tone was stern. it made your toes curl.

toto yanked your hair to pull your head away from the soft pillows. he asked, "now, schatzi. wirst du dich benehmen? you'll be a good girl for me?" you knew enough german to understand the question.

you nodded, "yes, i will be good for you." you whined, then he grasped your hair a little tighter. you whined, "fuck, honey."

"word words are music to my ears. i know you enjoy when i touch you like this. when i call you named, when i'm mean. i bet you tell all your friends about how spoiled you are."

your head was dropped back towards the covers while toto fucked you with a feverish pace. he was in control and you loved it. the domineering presence of his movements made you feel hot.

he continued to rut up inside of you. he was pulled in by your sweet noises, to egg him on. your sweet noises and sweeter cunt.

"schatzi." he said, a voice like honey as he hit the deepest parts of you. his cock bullied up into you. he saw you try to grasp the covers. the next time he'd bind your arms behind your back.

the pleasure bled into your core and it left you breathless. your were near drooling on the sheets. your back arched further as you felt the wetness between your legs grow.

"i need you, i want you. and i don't want anyone else to have you. you're mine. to sink my teeth into you. i have to find a way to keep me from flirting with you. a ring, maybe? a collar? maybe the scent of my cum on your breath."

his words only turned you on further and you pathetically gasped into the sheets. the pleasure was all so much and you loved it.

"please, toto." you whined. you very being yearned for him. you moaned and the pleasure overrode everything else in your head. you could feel the throb in your core, maybe toto's words were true. that you were a slut, but you were only toto's slut. no one else's.

"perfect for me." he said, "beyond words." it only sent you over the head. pleasure gripped you and you climaxed.

"please, toto!" you moaned loudly as you felt the pleasure grip you and radiate through your body.

toto was further aroused and pushed further into you. he got you to an angle that made you see stars. he fucked you until he got every inch inside of you with a final thrust. he finished inside of you. he panted heavily through his nose and he moved you up and down on his cock a few more times.

he curled over you and kissed your sweaty back while you basked in the after shivers of sex. when he finished kissing you, he laid out beside you on the bed. you grabbed him by the face to kiss him while you both laid in bed together. he draped an arm around your waist.

"am i a slut?" you asked.

he pushed your hair and kissed your forehead, "mmm, schatzi. you may be something. but i know regardless of how much you flirt. you will always end up in my bed at the end of the day. because you are mine." <3

[natailiatulls07]

A Redbull girl

2023 formula one grid & female!driver!reader (mainly redbull)

Summary - Summer break is over and the redbull family is back together

Warning - None, Y/n gets drunk?

Part 2

Reader drives for Redbull

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yourusername

One last summer dump before we return to the tracks

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username I want to be her.

username The way that everything she does is perfect 🤭

f1 Can't wait to see you again!!

maxverstappen1 Why? just why?

= yourusername Because I can 😌

username She is going to smash everyone out for the first place position I just know it, mark my words.

= username Thats redbull for you, brings out the best drivers!

f1gossip

Spotted: Y/n L/n, one of redbull's drivers, has arrived in Zandvoort, Netherlands only two days before the official race weekend

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username I am so excited to see more redbull Y/n content!

username Even when she hasn't done any makeup or her hair is a mess, she still looks fucking amazing!!

username I love her so much

maxverstappen1

Went out clubbing before the race weekend, it's safe to say that Y/n got the most drunk lol

Liked by charles_leclerc and 45,378 others

username The budlight box 💀

yourusername I am definitely feeling the consequences

= landonorris You thought fernando was tom cruise 😅

= username TOM CRUISE 🤣

carlossainz55 It was a great night though

= estebanocon You can say that again!!

yourusername posted a story

redbullracing

Summer break done and our favourites are back!!

Liked by christianhorner and 35,826 others

username So excited! They are my favourite trio!!

username She's Barbie and they're just ken

username Oh how I miss these guys ☺️

danielricciardo We're back baby

= yourusername Watch out everyone this season will be our season!!

= maxverstappen1 Always is!

yourusername

One and two for Redbull once again,

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username Congrates babes!

gerihalliwellhorner Totally deserves it girl, looking forward to the bbq 😘

= yourusername Thank you Mother Spice, can't wait to see you 😆

christianhorner A job well done 👏🏻

username I love the whole redbull family dynamic!

christianhorner

Had the Redbull family over for a bbq, loved using my new grill 🥩

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yourusername Thank you so much, loved our gossip session Mother Spice 💅

= gerihalliwayhorner Ofc we need to do it more often!

danielricciardo Thank you Horner family, thank you for making sure Y/n didn't get flat out drunk again lol

username The Horner/Redbull family is thriving!!

maxverstappen1 Thank you! Can't wait for the next!

[kazzle-dazzles-side-eyes]

12 things in F1 I consider to be my Roman Empires because I think about them all the time:

1. The whole brocedes story, every detail of it.

2. Toto & Lewis and Toto & Nico’s relationships that go on for so long and has become so special. Especially Toto & Lew right now because of the tense situation inside of the team.

3. Max’s daddy issues and how much I relate to him; and no one deserves this kind of things. Jos is not a good father, never been.

4. The fact that Max still has his terrible father around, but Mick doesn’t have his good dad near. He said he would give up everything just for that.

5. The whole Michael-Seb-Mick situation is very traumatic and tragic, makes me cry and wonder how it would have been if the ski accident hadn’t happened. The way Mick said, “What my dad was to Sebastian, he is for me.”

6. How everyone compares Mick to Michael.

7. Sebastian had had a dream to win a championship with Ferrari in honour of his hero and his friend Michael Schumacher, but he never did. He said he had failed.

8. How everyone easily forgets about Sebastian Vettel and never mentions him, never speaks about him as if he has never existed.

9. Alonso had his last win back in 2013 and that almost everyone he had raced against in the past and had been close to retired.

10. How everyone sexualises drivers, especially Charles Leclerc as if it is a normal thing to do.

11. People tend to forget that drivers are not robots and have feelings—they feel all the pressure and hate, and that’s actually hard to bear.

12. How many controversial things happen in F1 every day, but no one really cares: when someone talked bad about Lewis skin colour behind his back; this whole christian horner thing; the fact no one openly judges jos for what he did; the way girls being called wags and “Toto Wolff’s wife” but never Susie Stoddart Wolff, a former professional racing driver and a current managing director of F1 Academy.

[motorsportbarbie13]

THIS FUCKING SPORT MAN 😂😂😂

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Six Times Toto Pushed His Luck (Part1)

Part 2

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.”