I Wanted To Write A Series, Maybe About Toto Or Lewis, But I Have No Idea How To Start Or What The Main

I wanted to write a series, maybe about Toto or Lewis, but I have no idea how to start or what the main point would be. I am the shame of the ficwriter category

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Summary: Where Toto Wolff is ambushed into taking an unplanned family vacation in the middle of the season. Or where Toto understands that he cannot fight against the will of his wife and son.

cw: Family cuteness, Toto being an amazing father, wonderful husband, but there's also mild smut, dirty thoughts, and use of pet names. Poorly translated German (not at all, actually).

Request: @pear-1206

"But darling" he starts to say, bending his spine to face his wife, he loved how big the difference in height was between them, especially in those moments "I have a lot of things to sort out until the next race."

"I know, but I don't care, I talked to Ava, she'll keep everything under control while you're gone" Y/N replied, crossing her arms under her breasts, highlighting the cleavage in her pink shirt. Making dirty thoughts grow in the man's mind.

"Are you really not going to give in?" Toto questioned, looking up at his wife's determined face, Y/N smiled and waved her hand in the air.

"You know me so well, darling..." she placed her hands on his chest and kissed him quickly before leaving the room. "Don't even think about putting your notebook in your suitcase, otherwise I'll throw it out the window." she warned, going to check if Jack had separated everything he would take on the trip.

Toto sighed, raising his head to the ceiling, he had no desire to measure strength with his wife, he knew that she would get everything she wanted from him, whenever she wanted.

"That woman has me wrapped around her little finger, damn it" he grumbled, going to see what she had put in the suitcase, trying to find out where his wife would take him in kidnapping, with his approval.

"Can I go to the sea?!" Jack shouted as soon as he opened the cabin door. Y/N had rented a cabin on a private beach, to ensure that nothing and no one would disturb Toto's week of rest.

"Stay on the bank, Jack, don't go too far!" Y/N said watching the boy run across the sand, stopping at the shallow edge of the beach where the waves crashed against the boy's fingers. She stopped at the door of the chalet, watching her son playing on the beach. She was taken by surprise when Toto's arms were wrapped around her and an intense kiss was placed on the crook of her neck. "Hi baby."

"How did you plan all this without me knowing, little devil?"

She laughed, without taking her eyes off the boy playing, not that Jack would disobey and go into the deep water, but she was a mother and she couldn't help but worry about her son.

"You shouldn't doubt my ability to be stealthy, love."

"Should I be worried?" He asked, bringing their bodies even closer together, molding the curves of the female body to his. Y/N was right, he needed a break, and a few days at the beach wouldn't hurt anyone. Y/N sighed as she felt the hardened form of Toto's body against hers, God only knew how much she missed her husband.

"Ah yes, you never know when I'll take your place as head of Mercedes..." She said with a cheeky giggle. "can you imagine? You being my subordinate?"

"You know how much I like being below you, mein liebe, I think it's my favorite position." He said and wrapped his right hand around her neck, making her tilt her head and give his lips more space on her neck.

"I'm talking about corporate positions, Torger," she replied quietly, suggestively.

"What did you think I was talking about, sweetheart? You have such a perverted mind" he laughed, letting go of her as he walked towards Jack, it was obvious that the boy wanted to go for a swim.

"Yay! Come swim with me, daddy!" The boy shouted excitedly, splashing water everywhere. Y/N smiled, completely in love with the sight of Toto capturing his son in his arms and running into the sea. She packed a small beach bag and walked onto the sand to the lounger under an umbrella, spread the towel on the ground and left gear like a cap for Jack, Toto's sunglasses and sunscreen, even though the sun was mild, she knew how lucky her boys were to end up sunburned.

Y/N threw off her beach dress and picked up the book she had been reading for the last week, the silence and calm being filled by Jack's excited screams in the water. Some time later, she only realized that she had slept on the lounger when she felt Toto bite her legs.

"You won't be sleeping on my watch, Mrs. Wolff," he said, hovering over his wife, letting drops of salt water fall on her.

"And how are you going to stop that, Mr. Wolff?" He questioned, stretching his body and looked around the beach, finding no trace of Jack. "Where did you leave your son, Wolff?"

He smiled, brushing his damp hair out of his face, drawing her attention to his twitching muscles.

"Young Wolff? He played until he got tired, so I put him to sleep in the cottage, making sure I woke him up for dinner."

"So it's just the two of us, on this beautiful deserted beach?"

"You bet so, mein liebe" he whispered, sitting between her legs, bringing her onto his lap while he played with the knots of her bikini. "I have something to say, you can wait here quickly?"

"What are you up to, Torger?"

"You'll find out, little devil" Toto replied, giving her a quick kiss before running to the chalet, she caught a glimpse of her husband rummaging through the suitcases, looking for something she couldn't identify. Toto returned with nothing in his hands and a suspicious smile. "What is it?"

"I'm going to take advantage of the fact that I was consensually kidnapped by my wife and son, in this breathtaking landscape, to make some issues official." Toto said, sitting in the same place as before, putting the woman back on his lap.

“Hum mhmm, and what do you have in mind?"

"It's the right time to make the term 'wife' official," he said, raising his left hand to show the golden ring in the center of his palm, the colorless diamond reflecting the sunlight like a prism. s Y/N gasped in surprise, the woman's eyes burned with emotional tears.

"Toto...?"

"That's right baby, I'm officially asking you to marry me."

Y/N screamed euphorically and hugged him quickly, murmuring "yes" over and over again. Toto laughed, welcoming her joy.

"I'm glad you accepted, darling, or I would have had to appeal to Jack and his impressive power of persuasion" he cooed softly, kissing her all over her face. Toto slid the ring over her ring finger, enjoying how the jewel stood out on his now fiancée's hand.

The two were surprised by the 'click' of the camera, Jack was standing next to the two, laughing while taking photos.

"Apparently little Wolff has slept enough" Y/N said resting her head on Toto's shoulder.

"YES! Let's go to the sea, mom! I want to swim more!" The boy said, leaving the camera in his bag while he pulled his parents into the water, Y/N and Toto let themselves be pulled by the boy.

It was a good start to the Wolff family's unplanned vacation.

How to deal with Jack being the best and cutest busybody in the world? We know that Toto wouldn't restrict himself to kisses there.

This was cute, I enjoyed writing it so much 😭✊🏼 Pear, my love, I hope it met your expectations

We'll see later, kids! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

tattoo doodles | CS

Summary: Where Carlos prefers to stay at home and admire his girlfriend's tattoos rather than attend another one of the team's parties.

cw: This right here is what we call dirty cuteness, because Carlos Sainz is the kind of man who can't give compliments without flirting with his girlfriend.

They were very late for the Ferrari party, there were almost a dozen calls from his advisor asking where he was, but to be honest, Carlos wasn't worried about being late, not when his girlfriend looked heavenly in front of the mirror. Carlos placed his hands on the bed behind him and leaned his body back, having a better view of the woman standing in front of him, Y/N finished putting on her earrings, grumbling about how late they both were

"If I hadn't given in to your flirtations, we wouldn't be late and Luna wouldn't be freaking out on the phone" she scolded, staring at her boyfriend in the reflection, but Carlos just shrugged, he had no intention of going to this party, but the Spaniard couldn't miss the opportunity to see his wife in one of those dresses that left her tattoos on display.

"It's not my fault if I can't resist you..." Carlos replied, putting on his best poor face, which Y/N didn't believe for a second, she knew how shameless her boyfriend could be when he wanted to be. "You know I have a soft spot for your tattoos"

He stood up and stood behind her, staring at their reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes went down the entire complexion of the woman's body, admiring every bit of the beautiful vision that Y/N was. The white dress made her tattoos stand out beautifully against her skin, and drew intense reactions from the pilot.

"Don't look at me like that, Carlos..." she scolded, pointing her index finger at her reflection.

"And how am I looking at you, corazón?" He hummed the question and ran his fingers innocently up her arm until he reached her shoulder.where he brushed aside his hair and kissed the tattoo he had there, one of his favorites.

The sound of her panting made Carlos smile.

"The way it makes it look like you want to devour me," she said, sighing, because Carlos wasn't satisfied with her shoulder and was pressing small, soft kisses on her neck. "We're going to be late, Carlos..."

"I want this party to go to hell, Mi amor... Nothing is more important than you" the answer came out as a hoarse moan and he placed his hand on her stomach, making Y/N lean her back against his shoulder. "I'd rather stay here and count all your tattoos..."

Y/N's head fell back, finding support on his chest, giving Carlos more space to kiss her neck, her body no longer had autonomy, she was surrendered to the pilot's will. "I thought you knew by heart how many I have..."

"but corazón, you know I always lose count" Carlos said softly. "Have I told you how much I love your tattoos?"

"Today?" she choked on the answer, Carlos had left a light red bruise over one of her neck tattoos, which made her body heat up and respond to him. "not yet."

"Ah mi amor, I love every one of your tattoos, I love the story of each one of them and how fucking sexy they make you... I really can't resist you and all those cute doodles"

"Carlos..."

"Yes, tesoro?"

Nothing came out of her mouth but whimpers and tearful mumbles.

Carlos finished untying the knots on her dress and took her to bed. She leaned on her elbows, watching him get rid of his tie and jacket "Can you be quiet for me, hearty? I'm going to start counting now, and I'd hate to lose myself..."

She sighed, his voice reverberating across her skin. The party was actually forgotten.

Author note: maybe I got a little out of line? I can't hold back too much when it comes to Carlos Wonderful Sainz, what can I do if this man is a dream?

I'm bustling with emotion after George's dramatic win yesterday 😭😭 Could you do Toto Wolff with wife reader? She and Jack were watching from the garage, hoping for P3 for George when Max and Lando collide, and all hell breaks loose. It was time for Toto to smile again and she really wanted to see it for a long time now. Do it how you want to. Just fluff and maybe a little suggestive 🫣 Thank you so much!!! :)))

Man, I love how you always have the best ideas, I'll put it into practice soon, can you wait a little?

Even in paradise there are problems.

summary: When tiredness and exhaustion lead him to say things he doesn't mean to, Toto sees his marriage slip through his fingers without him seeing a solution. Y/N doesn't seem willing to forgive him and Toto has given up on apologizing, the end seems to be inevitable.

At least that's what they both think.

cw: conflict, communication failures, indirectness, withdrawal, defensive behavior. Reconciliation, apology, dirty talk, p in v, receiving oral, pet names, overstimulation

a/n: You're going to hate Toto *evil laughs* I made him a little OC (it was a necessary evil). I always wanted to write something along these lines, but I could never find the starting point, I have to thank anon who sent this. You are perfect, understand.

Before:

You couldn't say exactly when the problems started, but at a certain point in your marriage, they were there, poking at you and Toto, making little things unbearable to deal with. You have always prided yourself on resolving things with maturity and intelligence, valuing a frank and undisguised conversation; however, this has become a difficult task.

Distance and work are the greatest of all evils.

You hated demonizing Toto's work, especially because he loved what he did and you admired him for it. You loved every time he came home, it like was as if you were on a new Honeymoon, where all that prevailed between you was passion and the desire to extinguish the longing between you both.

This time he had little time at home, just four days before he had to fly to the next race, which you and Jack couldn't attend. And all he cared about were updates, car problems, team alignment, statistics and a bunch of other shit that wasn't important to you at that moment. You covered Jack, the boy mumbled sleepily and continued sleeping. You loved it when he was home, Susie kept the joint custody agreement standing, even when Toto wasn't home.

You were extremely grateful to the woman, as you loved Jack as if he were your own son.

He left him sleeping and went to look for his husband in the office, Toto had just left a meeting and was now rereading some of his own notes, you knocked softly on the door and entered.

"Jack asked why you didn't go and put him to bed" you said, sitting on the opposite end of the table, looking at paperwork on the table.

"I was ready to go, but I was called to an important meeting..." Toto replied distractedly, so he didn't see you roll your eyes or huff in frustration at that. "We can have breakfast tomorrow before I have to travel to Melbourne"

"Toto you are missing important things, our wedding anniversary, Rosa and Benedict's birthdays... I understand that your work is important, but you need a break..." You said, tracing the grain of the table top, following the jagged lines with your fingers.

“We’re having a bad season, Y/N, I need to figure out how to make this better, and these things take a lot of time.”

"I understand! And I like how dedicated you are to your work, but you have other priorities too!"

He leaned back in the armchair, tiredness and exhaustion distorting the smooth functioning of his mind, making things difficult to understand. Toto took a deep breath, wanting the conversation to end and so that he could return to work as soon as possible.

"You don't seem to complain about my job when it supports this house and the luxuries you maintain, Y/N" he said, focusing back on his notes. Your eyes widened in shock at what he had said.

"What?" His voice came out as a sigh.

""Actually, I don't hear anyone complaining that I work too much when I pay for trips, clothes, toys, accessories, parties with friends and other nonsense" Toto continued, with an even more rude tone. "As long as I maintain these superficialities, I don't hear complaints, but it's enough that I don't follow the instructions for you to come and bother my mind."

"Are you fucking listening to what you're saying, Torger?!" You exclaimed, standing in front of the table. The tension in your body was so much, that the blood made your veins bulge in your forehead and neck, anticipating a damn headache. "I can't believe you're actually saying this nonsense!"

"The only thing I've heard lately is your constant complaining," he snorted. "I always knew women complained, but you exceed expectations, for God's sake."

You couldn't tell if your tears were angry or sad, maybe it was both.

"If that's how you think, Torger, then I think you'd better be the one to explain to Jack why you haven't been putting him to sleep." You said, wiping away the few tears that appeared. Toto looked up, not really looking at her.

"I don't understand why you care about this, Y/N..." He said. "Jack is not your son."

That was enough to break his heart completely.

You decided to leave, leaving him alone. You wouldn't shed a single tear in front of Toto. By God, you wanted to kill him! And you wanted to cry myself dry.

Sniffling, he went to bed with Jack, wrapping his arms around the child's body, humming a lullaby that his mother had taught him many years ago.

Of everything Toto had said, that was the cruelest, without a doubt.

Toto had slept in the office, flashes of the previous night appeared in his mind and he sank into the armchair. The things he had said to his wife were unforgivable. He could blame it on the tiredness mixed with the stimulants he had taken a few hours before that dark conversation. But it was all his fault.

He left the office and found her in the living room, watching TV with Jack, the two were engrossed in the cartoon.

"Y/N" he called you and you made it clear that you had heard him, but you didn't pay him any attention. His words still reverberating in your mind. You had told Jack that you were upset with his father and didn't want to talk, so it was the boy who responded to Toto.

"We're watching cartoons now, dad. We can not talk" Jack said and snuggled back into you. Jack was always an empathetic boy and the connection you two had was very strong, so much so that not even Toto, neither did Susie mind when he started calling you mom, voluntarily. So it was no surprise that Jack was also upset, even if he didn't know why, whenever possible, Jack would stay by his side.

Toto gave a tired sigh and nodded, he knew you would only talk to him when you felt ready. And after what Toto had said, he couldn't blame you. He left them watching TV, needed to pack a suitcase and request a flight to Australia. You needed space and he would give it to you.

Between the task of sorting clean clothes and making the necessary calls, Toto wrote a note, in fact it was a long letter apologizing. And he was aware of how much you valued handwritten letters, Toto hoped it could serve as a premise for his apology. When he returned to the room, you and Jack were still watching cartoons, he said goodbye, hearing a "bye daddy" from Jack and a significant silence from you.

Toto would give anything so you could forgive him, he would do anything. Knowing that you were hurt by him was worse than death, Toto had been cruel and mean, saying things that were far from the truth.

Hours after his departure, just when Jack had already eaten lunch and was doing his schoolwork, you picked up the note that your husband had written.

“I understand the whole reason for your anger, mein liebe. I wasn't fair to you and your concerns, you were acting like a great wife and I was nothing short of a bastard.

I know I've been making things complicated and putting everything on you to cope. Nothing I say will be enough to apologize to you, but that doesn't mean I won't try.

With all love and regrets, Toto."

You put the note in your drawer, sighing heavily as you absorbed the words of the letter. Perhaps Toto's apology was sincere, but it wouldn't undo the pain that had arisen. Tears burned the waterline of your eyes and you finally allowed yourself to cry without reservation.

There was still no chance of forgiveness for Toto.

To be continued...

Better than Romeo and Juliet

No warning, just cuteness and softness here.

The socks absorbed the sound of her footsteps on the wooden floor, but the walls weren't enough to muffle Toto's complaints in his office. She stood at the door of the room holding the book against her chest, wondering if it was a good idea to go in and disturb his work... From his grumbling, it would probably be a good idea.

Y/N pushed the door lightly and put her head inside the office, seeing her fiancé standing in front of the window, and from the state of his hair, the situation on the phone wasn't good. She cleared her throat and caught his attention.

"Am I getting in the way?" Y/N questioned.

"What? You never get in my way, darling." He assures her, calling her into the office, and returns to arguing in fast-paced German. "I was screaming, wasn't I?"

"A little yes... I came to see if you don't want to find out the end of the story..." she suggests, lifting the book, at that point, Toto didn't even care about the conversation on the phone. He said goodbye and threw the phone on the table, walking towards the woman.

"I assume I wasn't even remembering that, darling" he murmurs against his bride's mouth, peppering small kisses on her face. "But now you gave me something..."

"So you won't mind reading it today...? Y/N speaks, making her famous puppy eyes lost in the change, which of course, had a great appeal to the Austrian.

"I thought the reading thing was your thing, baby" he tried to get away with it.

"Ah you can't blame me, you and your prescription glasses are my guilty pleasure, love."

In less than five minutes, the two were lying in bed, with the room's diffused lights on, creating a warm and soft atmosphere. This was exactly the description of a home she always had in mind.

Her mind fell into the limbo that Toto's voice created. It was usually Y/N who read at night, but she loved it when Toto took it for himself.

"These violent pleasures have violent ends, And die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, Which, when they kiss, consume each other" Toto's voice gained a deep, sleepy tone, and it suited the story so much. Y/N yawned before laying down on his chest, listening to Toto's heartbeat and felt her own heart rate match his. "This is very tragic, are you sure you really like Romeo and Juliet?"

"Romeo and Juliet is the epitome of tragic romance, and you know that tragic romances are my weakness," she confessed. "You have a good reading voice, have you ever thought about giving up your career as a team leader and becoming a book narrator on YouTube?"

Toto chuckled, dropping the book on the bedside table, "I'll consider this my retirement plan, don't worry."

The silence between the two was comfortable, just listening to each other's breathing.

"What's attractive about two rival teenagers falling in love and dying within a week? It's very tragic" Toto asks, really curious about that, he understood the appeal of Pride and Prejudice, even Wuthering Heights, but Romeo and Juliet was a mystery.

"That depends on each person... Some people hate it, others don't understand, I like how intense they are, from the way they love to the way they die" Y/N said. "Their surrender to the feeling, all the rivalry between the families, this story is wonderful."

Toto hums in agreement, running his fingers down her shoulder, making gentle circles on the warm skin.

"And of course, all teenage girls would like to receive declarations of love as romantic as Romeo's on Juliet's balcony."

"Were you one of those girls?"

"Maybe, I watched Twilight, so I guess that counts for something," she laughs, standing up to face him. "But I sure don't need it right now."

"Same? Why?"

"For a girl who always loved the Italian accent, I was surprised to fall in love with the Germanic accent, with a lot of Austrian appeal, you know?"

Toto laughed, holding her against him. "I like the idea of having the upper hand over Romeo and all his tragic romanticism."

"Your advantage is that you exist and he doesn't, I bet no girl could resist Romeo."

"Is my advantage existing and being Austrian? That's not romantic."

Y/N laughed "no one said the competition would be fair, I think you can read some more, I'm still not sleepy.

"You're taking advantage of me?"

"Yes, now read, Torger and don't forget your glasses."

"Of course, of course ma'am, we're here to continue feeding your guilty pleasure" he grumbled, taking the book and his glasses. "Let's bring closure to these dramatic teenagers."

Y/N closed her eyes, absorbing the deep sound of his voice, laughing when he forced his Italian accent in some parts. That was his teenage dream and he didn't need any declaration. But she wouldn't tell Toto, that was better than any passionate teenage ambition. Better than Romeo and Juliet.

Writing this was absolutely sweet, I got the idea from watching “Love in Verona” and thought about it. N I couldn't let it go and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, until next time!!