#toto/christian

[ladyvictory22]

Husbands who share clothes

Toto was sitting at the terrace table of his hotel room, engrossed in analyzing strategies for the Monza Grand Prix. Suddenly, he felt arms wrapping around him and a small kiss on the cheek, which brought a smile to his face.

"Are you leaving already?" he asked, closing his laptop and turning to face the person behind the affectionate gesture.

"Yeah, we're going to shoot some stuff with Max before the event," Christian replied, letting go of Toto so he could turn around completely.

Toto noticed Christian's attire and then noticed something peculiar about his outfit. "Christian Horner... are you wearing my shirt?" he raised an eyebrow and smiled.

It wasn't the first time Christian had appropriated one of his shirts. After exciting nights, Toto would often wake up with his husband sleeping beside him, wearing the shirt Toto had worn for dinner or to attend some event. It also happened on weekends when the Mercedes team didn't achieve satisfactory results. As a way to comfort his husband in their intimacy, Christian would don Toto's Mercedes shirt and wake up wearing it.

Christian flashed his characteristic mischievous smile. "Well... yeah, I felt like wearing something of yours. It's like having you with me," he said as Toto wrapped his arms around his waist.

"You possessive bastard," Toto whispered, brushing his lips against Christian's.

"You're just as bad or worse," Christian replied before joining his lips with Toto's. "Or should I show you the bite marks on my chest from this morning?"

Toto smiled as he remembered it and kissed Christian again, this time more passionately. Their tongues entwined in a desire-filled kiss, showing how much Toto wanted to repeat what they had done that morning.

"You'll be late... you should go before I don't let you leave the room," Toto warned.

Christian kissed him once more, tenderly, and playfully bit his lower lip before pulling away. "I'll see you later."

Days later, during Friday's practice sessions, Christian arrived early at the paddock. Before heading out, he bid farewell to his husband. Thanks to Mercedes' social media photos, Christian noticed that Toto was wearing one of his T-shirts."You possessive bastard," he muttered to himself, while smiling with pride for his husband.

[milflewis]

toto/christian + wingfic?

or alt au: a winner tops bet/deal

It’s a little annoying that Toto is too drunk to properly get it up — even if Christian was into that sort of thing, which he isn’t, thanks — the night of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Christian tips him into bed, rolling his eyes at his hiccuped laughing, and doesn’t bother taking off his shoes.

He goes back out to his team. To Max. He sends Toto every single video he comes across of him acting the fool.

In the morning, he arrives at Toto’s hotel room door with coffee and pastries and condoms.

Toto makes the most wonderful noises despite obviously trying his best to stay quiet. Christian grins and stays nothing. He’s a gracious winner if nothing else.

No obv hickies, Susie texts him a few hours later. Christian didn’t realise she had his number. Well done. He likes praise tho btw. Next time try GOOD JOB or WHAT A TIGHT HOLE.

Christian’s stomach goes all weird and gooey and warm at the thought. He clears his throat.

“I thought Susie hated me.”

“She does,” Geri tells him. “But I think she has decided to find this entertaining. She’s good at that.”

[hamilgodd]

I’m pretty sure Toto and Christian messages each other so regularly that Gery and Susie are just like: yeah, your work husband has just asked if you wanna go grab dinner…

[phantomwritr]

Oof, I’ve been quiet here again. I’ve been going through a bit of a rough patch, so here are some updates.

-With recent news I’ve had to shelf Following the Money, Finding your Heart indefinitely. I may still release it someday, but for now I’m focusing on other works.

-I am adapting The Road Trip for AO3. Any parts already released here will be bundled and become part of the opening chapter on AO3. That work is still ongoing but it should hopefully be ready soon. So anyone who’s worried it might be discontinued: no it’s not😊

-I have started writing Wedding on Wheels. I am currently at 3.6k words and considering if I should release it in 3 parts/chapters, or whether I should release it as a long one-shot. Please vote below which you prefer.

-Hymn of the Dead, A Voyage of Hope and Dreams, When (I Made) All the Stars Align, and the Sad Boy Lewis saga will all get updated as soon as I find the time. I promise they won’t be abandoned😊

That’s all for now.

[blorbocedes]

Forgive me blorbo for i have sinned ( thinking about christian giving toto the best dicking of his life )

[nuggetstappen]

Just saw that you're feeling a little down. So I'll try taking your head out of it for a minute.

I'm wondering do you have any other ideas for Toto/Christian (one where they are happy in it at least. Not like the cheating au 😅)

And if it's not too much, can you do a headcanon about Toto/Christian and 4433 please?

I hope this help with you feeling down 🤍

Thank you for asking, and I'm happy to report that your ask works! 🤗

Oh, Toto/Christian my beloved! And yes, I have ideas for their happiness, especially with baby Max!

Au where baby Max is diabetic!

Christian and Toto decided to take their five-year-old Maxy to the Austrian Grand Prix, since he's be able to have Mick and Michael (yes, he's not a coma) around him. They made sure to watch Max's blood sugar levels before they even thought of getting ready, packed snacks, drinks and insulin and watched as Max has a hard time deciding what stuffed friend he wants to take with him.

It's not only Toto's home race (curse his Austrian heighty ass) but also Red Bull's home race, so both teams are giddy with the aspect of a good and fun home race (and the fact that their little chaos named Max would finally be at a race track).

Max, dressed in rubber boots and a raincoat, stands in front of his mountain of fuzzy, furry and round stuffed friends, contemplating what friend has the privilege to come with him. "I don' wanna leave you alone," he pouts while carefully tugging on his shark plush.

Suddenly, he gets picked up and lifted high above the ground, Toto had snug into his room and smiles brightly. "My little Spatz learns how to fly, how wonderful that is!" Both laugh and giggle, their mood could be felt all over the hotel room and the rain couldn't ruin it for them.

"Toto, don't drop him," Christian walks in, dressed in his Red Bull stuff and carrying the "Max Deluxe Bag". "We need him for our strategy, Ferrari might be on our butts and we need our secret weapon."

"Momma!" Max squeals and stretches out his arms towards Christian, the stuffed friend still tightly held. "Papa make me fly! I am bigger than you!"

Yeah, Max is higher up than Christian is tall, but if your husband and wonderful father of the little miracle is around 20 centimetres taller than yourself, it is to no wonder. "Oh, are you? Then I guess you are too big for a tickle kiss. How bad," he sighs dramatically and turns around for effect, only hearing Toto's and Max's shocked gasps in response.

A short moment passes and hurried tiny footsteps rush towards him, small arms holding onto Christian's pants while Toto's arms sneak around his waist. "Not fair," both whine and Christian laughs, heart feeling warm and full of love.

Despite everything that had went wrong or complicated in their lives, Christian and Toto enjoy moments like these in large quantities and qualities, their little ball of energy never seizing to amaze them.

The only thing that breaks the moment is a high-pitched bark and a young dog running towards Max, tongue already all over the boy's face and the happiness in Christian expanding all over to Toto. Yeah, their life together is perfect right now, in their hotel room in Austria, with their sun and dog and their love for one another.

As for headcanons, I would say that Lewis and Max often times get caught making out or just being super toothrottingly cute in private/team intern. They get scolded but never stop, so whenever someone sees them, they'll just ignore them.

With Christian and Toto, it's the same though, just in team principle style (and, to everyone's horror, s lot kinkier). Max always jokes around that Lewis is the vanilla version of Toto while he is the vanilla version of Christian.

Another headcanon is that Max is actually viewed as Christian's and Toto's son, so Lewis was super worried at first when Max and he started dating (all those super protective dads all over the internet didn't help). It was a surprise for him when Toto sank onto his knees and thanked him for finally shutting up their son about how mich he loves him. Max terrorised Toto with his crushing on Lewis while Christian just loves every second of it 😂

[hornwolff]

Okay I have to let it out here. I need more Toto and Christian moments. I want full blown AUs with them. So if any of you anons want to help with it please do 🙏🏼💙

I want to write something about them but I'm lacking inspiration. Or if any of you would be down to RP in my dms about the husbands I'm down for it too. Anything as long as I can let my fixation run free 💜

[mybrainproblems]

.......and then I had to explain RPS to my friend.

(he sent it to me)

[f1-disaster-bi]

Okay cursed ship of them all but 🔀 Christian and Toto please? If you're not okay with it, just ignore my insanity

I used my playlist called Fuck Love for this one and it delivered

ABCDEFU - Gayle

They had been young and idealistic when this thing between them had started. Toto wasn't even sure who had made the first move all those years ago. He didn't remember anything but the way Christian had felt against him and the exileration he got from being wanted that way by someone he should be nothing but professional with. How they had kept it going for years, Toto had no clue, but as he watched Christian spout shit to the media, Toto was done with being nice. He had tried to give Christian space after he had broken it off. 2021 had been their downfall. There was too much said and too many apologies unspoken between them that Toto had decided to end it. He had expected the other to be hurt, but he wasn't prepared for the petty behavour and the snide comments. The way Christian pressed all his buttons to make him snap and make him the bad guy. He could hear him doing it now as he walked passed. A well timed dig making Toto clench his fist, and something snapped. Something broke and he didn't care any more. Fuck Christian and his shitty team. Fuck him for dragging their personal issues into the media. Toto was done playing nice. He didn't give a fuck about it anymore. (but it still didn't make it hurt any less)

[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

[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.

[ladyvictory22]

In public it means, in private we don't know 🤫

Christian Horner, you miss him, stop lying to yourself please.

[bunnys-kisses]

ash

torger "toto" wolff

cw: smut/pwp, daddydom!toto, degradation, age gap (20s/50s), smoking, drinking, oh to be young, dumb and full of cum, sugar baby au, references to recreational drug use, exhibitionism, public sex, fingering,

bunny says: be responsible, folks!

toto leaned forward and snapped his fingers, "schatzi!" then crooked a finger to make you come towards him.

while being called to like a dog was a little embarrassing to most, instead it made you wet. you came over to him and he put a hand on your ass before he shifted his leg for you to perch yourself on it.

toto took another drag of his cigarette and looked up to you, "schatzi, i need you to tell my good friend something." his hand on your back for support, "tell him my abilities haven't... degraded with age." he smelt like the lingerings of a cigarette and strong cologne.

you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and curved into him. you looked at the man he was talking to. you didn't recognize him, but then again so many faces in mercedes passed in a blur at times.

you giggled, "slow start, quick finisher."

toto looked at you and you looked at him before you grabbed him by the cheeks and moved his head around. the entire time you were giggling, it was probably all the party "favours" in your system.

"funny, girl." the other man said, his eyes lingered on you for a moment. you could tell his gaze was hungry.

you turned your attention to him, your head on top of toto's and his face in your exposed cleavage. a band-aid to the wound on his ego. you said to the other man, "i'm a bit of a comedian." you flashed him a smile, "but don't worry, sir. my toto is a real stallion."

toto pulled away from you and put the cigarette back in his mouth, "thank you, schatzi." and leaned into you when you kissed him on the forehead. he looked away from you a moment after to exhale smoke.

it felt good to curled up next to you man, the age gap was to raise an eyebrow at. but, toto silenced any concerns you had with kisses, orgasms and gifts. you were his special princess, the pretty thing in the short dress that was prancing around the party.

the man toto was speaking to asked another question, "so, schatzi." he didn't know your name, in all fairness you didn't know his. the business affairs of your toto were honestly none of your business.

you frowned and pulled yourself closer to toto, tucked under his chin as he rubbed your back lovingly.

toto noticed your frown and responded for you, "only i can call her that. she gets quite... fickle when others do it." he finished the cigarette and stamped it out in the glass ashtray.

he kept you in his lap, now more settled up against him. he kept an arm around you for support as he rambled to the other man he was speaking to. you didn't really mind too much, instead you stayed at his side like a pretty prize.

toto's hand however, did get a little sneaky as he pulled at the bottom of your already too short dress (you had argued earlier about you wearing it). he exposed more of your bare thigh to the man seated across for him.

in the low light of the party, you could see the tips of the other man's ears go red. toto spoke in an even tone, as if he wasn't about to expose your pussy to the man seated across from him. it was a weird power game that toto liked to play.

snap his jaws until the other person showed submission. also he liked showing off what was his, and you were another trophy in a large collection. but he found your sweet wet pussy nicer than any luxury car. which was why he was so close to show it to the man across from him.

his prize. his schatzi.

you tilted your head up to kiss at toto's jaw. your hands were in the fabric of his button up and you squirmed against his lap. toto's expression didn't flinch as he sank his fingers into your sweet cunt.

his talk of business was just noise to you as you felt the older man's fingers quickly pump in and out of you. you swallowed and felt your heart leap. you couldn't make too much noise or else eventually the whole party would know that you were getting finger fucked by the head principal of mercedes.

in the grand scheme of things, you probably weren't the first person to get finger fucked at a formula one after-party. probably wouldn't be the last either, not if toto had his way.

his thumb grazed your clit, thankful that he managed to "compromise" on the outfit. you could wear the short little number, but no panties. so you better be a good girl and not show off to any men that weren't toto! but he on the other hand could expose that sweet cunt of yours to whoever he pleased.

after all, he paid for every stitch on your clothes. along with the multitude of other things toto bought you. once again, another pretty thing for his collection.

you kept your face up against the older man as he played with your clit. his voice didn't waiver as he sank his ring finger into your aching pussy. his thumb still on your clit.

you wanted to bite into something to keep quiet, your stomach was in knots and your core throbbed. you felt like a toy to be shown off, an object for toto to wave in others' faces. it was wrong but it made you soaked.

the thump of the music throbbed in your skull as he continued to get his entire hand wet with your pussy slick. he could hear your pitiful moans and heavy panting. he knew his erection was becoming a problem in his slacks, but he wasn't someone to let his whiny little schatzi get in the way of talking business.

his fingers were thick in your pussy, his hands were always so big compared to you with long fingers that just sank into you. you looked so pretty perched on his lap.

he tucked some hair behind your ear and whispered to you. his voice hot in your ear, "he's asking you a question?"

you peeked your head away from toto's chest, you knew you must look like a common whore. letting yourself be put in this situation, letting a man finger fuck you and watch you fall apart piece by piece.

your panted heavily and looked at the other man across from you. if you focused your hearing enough you could hear the wet sounds of toto fingering you.

the man across from you two chuckled and had another sip of his drink. he obviously liked what he was seeing. maybe it was a little bit of overkill, but he would never say no to a pretty girl getting absolutely ruined.

"be nice to our guest, schatzi." toto whispered in your ear, "maybe when i'm done you can get him another drink."

there was an inferno in your gut that radiated through your entire body. toto's fingers still moved in and out of you, you fought the urge to pant and moan. you weren't so bitch in heat.

"she's very pretty, where did you get her?" the man across from toto was tempted to touch, but he knew better.

toto grabbed you by the jaw and made you face the other man. the head principal chuckled, "can you believe this little thing was studying at cambridge? scooped her right up after her third year ended and she's been my... helper.. these last few months." he laughed as he kissed you jaw once more.

the man across the table laughed, "well, i guess things have gone down recently. i wonder if they let her in because she was a good fuck."

toto laughed, "she was a virgin when i met her. isn't that right, schatzi?"

you swallowed, "yes, daddy."

toto groaned into your skin, his erection was hard against your behind. he knew you were close, he could feel your tension. his pretty little princess was going to cum all over her daddy's fingers in the middle of a crowded party with the undivided attention of some associate.

or whoever the hell he was!

you clung to toto tightly, your breathing was in heavy pants. you could feel their burning gazes and the sweat down your back. you panted and clutched onto toto's shirt. with another few pumps of his fingers, your face was in his shoulder.

you came around his fingers and almost bit at the collar of his button up to keep yourself from being too loud. for a moment your mind went blank and your core throbbed.

heat stuck to you like glue and you were putty in toto's hands.

the man across from toto asked, "do you want another drink, torger."

toto's fingers played with your clit for a moment long before he said, "i think i am finished for the night."

both men looked at you and you sat there acting so agreeable, like a passive little kitten. toto took his fingers away from your clit and sank them into your mouth for a moment, letting you taste yourself.

the other man looked at you two with a slack jaw.

"and next time, christian." toto said, looking at the man, "don't doubt what i can do." then then turned to you, a flustered, sweaty mess in his lap, "right, schatzi?"

you swallowed and nodded, "yes, daddy." you tried to pull your dress back down to keep some kind of modesty. but you knew the cheap garment was going to be in a pile of scrap fabrics by the time you got back to the hotel room. <3

[ef-1]

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

[phantomwritr]

Bored at work, so doing an impromptu Ask Me Anything😊

[blorbocedes]

Toto and Christian literally look like the couple in movies/shows that we’re lead to believe they absolutely hate each other and then at the end it’s revealed that they actually were together all along and pretended to hate each other’s guts for appearances sake

op read seven years next may that's literally it