Y/N: If Charl Adopted Oscar, We're Adopting Lando Now

Y/N: If Charl adopted Oscar, we're adopting Lando now

Carlos: B-..

Lando on the internet: YOU CAN CALL ME LANDO NORRIS SAINZ FROM NOW ON

Could you do "complimenting the features you love most about you lover" and "getting lost in their eyes" with Toto Wolff with wife reader please? Thanks!!! :))

YES, COMPLETELY YES

All the things that make up you.

Amid a storm of messages and calls from his personal assistant, Toto was forced to turn off his cell phone while he watched his wife's master's degree presentation. Nothing was more important than her at that moment.

"Is mommy going to talk now, dad?" Jack questioned, trying to stand up on the chair to see the platform.

"Yes, do you want to see her?"

"YES! I WANT IT!" Jack literally shouted from the auditorium, attracting attention, Toto apologized and walked with him to the side of the auditorium, where he could put his son on his shoulders and help you see the stage.

Toto saw how nervous she was, moving the papers on the lectern several times, and he also saw her immediately calm down when she found them. He smiled at her, conveying strength.

Toto was so proud of her. Y/N took a deep breath and began to speak, explaining her thesis and all its foundations; officially Toto didn't understand anything she was saying, but damn, she was so sure, so confident that he didn't need to understand to believe it.

And fuck, he loved her confidence, Y/N was good at a lot of what she set out to do.

Jack waved to his mother when Y/N looked in their direction, the woman gave a big smile, without stopping explaining. And Toto got lost in the performance, just watching how well his wife looked there.

By God how he loved her.

Toto loved her intelligence, all the random facts she discovered just to tell him, he loved the fact that she still got emotional over his favorite movie. Toto loved her for supporting his career, even though she had to be a mother, wife, student, and almost full-time professional. Toto loved her strange laugh, the way she wrinkled her nose when she read and also loved her when she organized things by color, or when she 'tidyed' her office and changed the order of things. He loved her when everything seemed to fall on their heads, or when she blamed him for her absence.

Toto loved the way she smiled, he loved how she was an excellent mother and wife, he loved her body, with all the curves and marks of pregnancy. Toto loved her arrogantly and soberly and loved her drunk and bold.

I loved her eyes, which seemed to shine like the whole fucking sun, those eyes that saw into his soul, the eyes that sparkled with anger when he forgot the towel on the bed, or that reflected all the love she felt. Toto loved her eyes, he got lost in them every time, Y/N had the look that left him lost, drowned and chained to her. Those eyes conveyed everything he had ever wanted his entire life: the luck of a peaceful love with a woman who turned his life upside down every day and made him feel grateful for it.

He came out of his reverie when applause sounded throughout the auditorium, Y/N thanked him with waves and hugged the teachers on the panel before going down towards Jack and him. The boy barely had time for Toto to congratulate him on his performance, before Jack jumped on his mother's lap, saying which parts he liked best.

"Can I come again, mommy?!" The little boy asked, his eyes shining in the same way his mother's shone when she was euphoric.

"Not yet, darling" she laughed, kissing her son's chubby cheeks. “Mommy needs a break from studying for now.”

She balanced her son on her lap and finally turned to her husband.

"So? What did you think?"

"Excellent, I knew you would be great today" Toto assured, wrapping her in his arms. "You're always great, liebe"

"You trust my potential too much, Torger" Y/N replied shyly.

"If you saw yourself the way I see you, you would understand" He spoke and Y/N just mouthed, not knowing how to respond. "You're wonderful, love, I'm so lucky to have you."

"Toto..." She whimpered, making him laugh and kiss her forehead. "You're going to make me cry, Torger!"

"You can't blame me for loving you, woman! It's inevitable!"

He smiled wider when he saw her lip quiver with emotion.

"For everything that is sacred, I love you, woman and I hope that I can lose myself every day in everything that your eyes make clear to me"

Y/N didn't even answer him, just kissed him, too touched to be able to think of anything. Both only broke the kiss when Jack complained.

"I'm very, very, very proud of you, liebe. Maybe I'm the one who should brag here, maybe be your trophy husband? That sounds good to me."

She laughed loudly

"I think we can negotiate this, husband"

I liked this, a lot! We all love seeing this man completely surrendered to his wife, so we have to give the world a piece of that paradise.

You're the one who asked, I hope it met your expectations, I really appreciate the ask ♡

Okay, I'll choose someone to send me this card here

Everyone is so beautiful here, but I confess that Mick's smile is the most beautiful thing in the world 😩🥰

baby I'm yours

Summary: Where Toto feels slightly intimidated by his girlfriend's groupie approach to his favorite pilot.

a/n: This came about after listening to Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys and I thought I'd write something about this song and luckily for everyone, Toto Wolff was the lucky winner for this little (what can I call it?) piece of heaven? That sounds good...

Miami, 2024.

"Do you think he'll be bothered?" She asked, trying her best not to show too much excitement. Toto looked at her sideways, not understanding.

"Who are you talking about, schatz?" he asked, sliding his index finger across the tablet's screen.

"From Lando, of course! I would love to congratulate him on his victory... but I'm afraid of disturbing him," he confessed, looking at the papaya pilot responding to reporters. Toto followed the direction of her gaze, finding the young driver standing conveniently in front of the Mercedes pit. "I think I should talk to him..."

"I didn't know you were a fan of Norris" he commented dryly, Toto didn't exactly understand the root of his discomfort, but it was there, sticking like a needle and he didn't like the sensation. He was never a jealous man, so he didn't understand where that feeling came from, and he didn't like it at all. "Mhmm since when?"

"I've always been a fan of McLaren and it's never been a secret between us" she explains

"Yes schatz, I know that... You have a huge poster of Senna in your living room and a collection of his shirts in your closet" he replied, finally putting down the tablet and facing his girlfriend. "but I had no idea about Norris"

"He's young and has talent, as well as being very charismatic, it's impossible not to like him" he said, still looking at the British pilot. Toto swallowed the lump in his throat, la There it was, jealousy showing itself. "I will talk to him!"

She jumped off the bench and waited for the journalist to finish the interview, which didn't take more than a minute.

"Lando! I finally had the chance to congratulate you on your victory, you were great today!" she said smiling, Y/N was known by everyone in the paddock, she wasn't just Toto Wolff's girlfriend, but he worked as a Formula 1 correspondent for an American newspaper. It was impossible not to know who she was. Lando accepted her hug and congratulations and they both entered into a lively conversation full of laughter, which was watched over by the eagle eyes of Toto Wolff.

Unwanted thoughts grew in Toto's mind, thoughts that had actually always been there since the beginning of his relationship with Y/N. She was young and still had so much ahead of her, Toto wondered when she would get tired of him and look for someone her own age, who could keep up with her pace... Anyway, there were too many thoughts leaving Toto's mind even more overwhelmed; he looked away from Lando and Y/N, because he knew that if he continued looking, he would make a stupid scene there.

Y/N returned almost thirty minutes later, she was euphoric, with red cheeks and bright eyes, which made Toto's stomach turn violently.

May God have mercy on him!

"He signed my hat! This will look great in my collection" she said smiling, looking at the signature on the brim of the hat. "He's a really lovely boy."

Toto grumbled in response, looking for his cell phone on the table, among the papers that he had no idea where they came from.

"Bae, are you okay?" she asked, resting her hand on his forearm, feeling his warm skin, a reaction that only appeared when Toto was at the peak of his own emotions. A snap shook her mind, maybe Y/N wasn't discreet when celebrating her favorite team's victory, especially when Toto's team had a bad result. "Oh, I really was an idiot, wasn't I? Mercedes didn't do well today and I was acting like a bitch here..." he said quietly, he didn't want to make things even worse. "I'm sorry for being so obtuse..."

"Don't worry about it, it's never been a secret to anyone here that you're a McLaren fan, and everyone's fine with that..."

"So what's bothering you?"

"Won't you give up on this?"

"You know I'm not, now tell me why you look like that."

Toto took a deep breath and took her to the private room in the garage, he didn't want anyone on the team — or Netflix — to see.

"You'll never hear me say this again, but I'm jealous" he confessed, feeling vulnerable in that moment , running his hand through his messy hair, Y/N's eyes widened, she never imagined hearing that from him, after all, Toto exuded confidence, as if nothing could shake his structures.

"Jealousy?" She questioned in surprise "whose?"

"Who else would it be? The boy Norris!"

Y/N's response was genuine laughter, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Oh bae, I'm not buying this... Are you jealous of Lando? Really?!"

Toto looked at her offended, was she really laughing at him? I knew I should have kept quiet. He planned to leave the room, but Y/N stopped laughing and stopped him.

"It's unbelievable that you're jealous of Lando, Torger! If it was Fernando or Sebastian... even Lewis I would understand, but Lando? Are you kidding me, bae?"

"What you mean?"

"I don't like young guys, Toto," she said, pressing her body against his as she tried in vain to match their heights. "I thought I made it clear that I prefer older guys, or rather, I prefer you."

Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her smoothly until their faces were aligned. The storm in his thoughts calmed and a warm wave of love took over. "It's good to know that"

"What can I do? Guys my age don't know how to treat me." She said and offered a kiss, which Toto didn't deny. He held the back of her head tightly and tilted the smaller girl's head, Y/N sighed contentedly. "How can you be jealous of Lando? He's a boy!"

Toto rolled his eyes, but didn't let go of her, just brought her closer until there was no free space between them.

"You can't judge me, your eyes shone for him!" he replied, making her wrap her legs around his torso. "Anyone would be the same way.

"Don't be silly, I would look the same way at Oscar or any other McLaren driver... Baby, I'm yours."

Toto he agreed with a murmur, but then looked at her with dilated pupils "So I need to keep you away from Alonso and Lewis? Thank God Sebastian retired!”

"Oh God, I have a monster!" she scolded, laughing.

I heard through the grapevine that your request were open only till tomorrow night so

Werewolf!carlos 🤭🤭 fluff

Y/n constantly teasing Carlos because he always looks like a confused puppy 🐶 and he’s like Amor im a dangerous apex predator not a puppy.

babe ily (also i was gonna write this, read THIS by @lewmagoo, fell in love with it and... this happened) (if you guys are as obsessed with Rhett Abbott as me plspls read it) (even if not still read it lol its so fucking good)

warnings: light smut

Carlos was insanely protective over his family, over his pack.

His father was the head of the family, the leader of the pack. His life centred around protecting them. He'd raised his son with the same mind set, to protect his sisters, protect his mother.

He was vicious, but only when he needed to be. To anybody outside of the pack, Carlos wasn't calm, but he was in control, ready to lash out at a moments notice. Most avoided him at all costs.

But she didn't know. She didn't even know what he was when they first met. Her not being afraid of him was what drew him in. She was bold and Carlos wanted to know more.

He couldn't stay away from her. From the first time he took her to his bed, pushed his cock through her folds while she whined out his name, he knew he didn't want to. He wanted to keep her caged in his arms, his body moving against hers, for as long as he could.

It wasn't clear when they fell into a relationship. Carlos just didn't want her being with anybody else. They'd never said they were anything other than having sex, but every time a guy approached her, her was stride up to them, a growl leaving his throat (the guy always backed off after that).

Carlos was still insanely protective over his family, over his pack. She had become a part of that pack, even if she didn't realise it. (She had learnt what he was, had watched him transform right before her very eyes.)

Lando was his best friend. He'd been accepted by his family, accepted into his pack. Carlos couldn't help but treat him like a pup sometimes. In the occasions where Lando was acting childish (and not even in a bad way), Carlos could grab the back of his neck, calming him down instantly.

But there were some things that Lando said, usually attempting to speak Spanish, that had Carlos continued. Soy lago, Lando had said. Carlos's brows furrowed as he stared at his muppet friend. Lando repeated it again. When that sweet, confused look deepened on Carlos's face, she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

His girlfriend, the woman he was mated to, couldn't stop herself from laughing as she watched their interaction. A playful growl left Carlos's lips as he looked at her. But then he turned his attention back to Lando. "I am a lake?" He translated, incredibly confused.

She snorted, holding her stomach.

Suddenly Carlos was standing. He strode over to where she sat on the couch. He nipped at her neck, let out a noise from his throat (a cross between a growl and a whine, one that had her giggling).

"I'm sorry, my love," she said and kissed his nose. "You just... you look so cute when you're confused."

He glared, but she knew it wasn't serious. "I'm not cute," he insisted.

If she ran her hands through his hair, she knew she'd get him to purr like a cat. But she held back. Not in front of Lando (or he'd never live it down). "Carlos, you're fucking cute," she said. "You're like a sweet little puppy."

He stood up straight, her arms slipping from around his neck as he pulled away from her. "A sweet little puppy?! Cariño, I'm a dangerous predator, a killer, not a puppy!"

Her eyes went wide as she stared at him. "Could you say you've got... the skin of a killer?"

His face dropped as he stared at her. But his eyes flashes as he stared at her. "You're gonna get it now."

I'm going to tattoo it on my forehead!

please can I request a tough Carlos sainz who like threatens to punish his girlfriend if she keeps teasing him - Bratty behaviour I guess love your stuff

Warnings: smut, p in v, marking, sliiiiiight breeding kink but not rly, things didn't quite follow the request sorry

Carlos watched her, his eyebrow raised. "What are you doing?" He asked as he watched her.

She was up to something, that much was sure. She walked up to him, legs between his own as she reached for his special, Spanish Grand Prix hat. "Amorcito," he said in warning, hands settling on her hips to steady her. "What are you doing?"

She pulled his hat from his head and placed it on her own. "There," she said, arms around his neck as she grinned at him. "That looks so much better."

His fingers dug into her hips as he squeezed her. "That's my special hat," he said, pulling her to sit on him. "Think you can give it back?"

She thought about it. Except, she didn't really. No, she just let her tongue poke between her teeth before she stood up and disappeared, racing out of the Ferrari hospitality suit.

"Cariño!" He called before chasing after her. The moment he caught her, she was so dead.

Here was the thing, she wanted to get caught. She wanted to feel his hands on her as he pulled her into his chest, growling something sexy into her ear.

That was why she let him chase her into his drivers room. The minute she was inside he grabbed her. "Check mate," he whispered as he pulled her back into his chest.

But then he pushed her forward until her knees hit the sofa. "What am I gonna do with you, Cariño," he muttered as he stalked towards her. Predator and prey, stares locked together.

She laid back, fingers gripping the bottom of her skirt. "Come on, then, Carlos," she said, legs open. "Come and get it."

The moment he stepped between her legs, she wrapped them around him, holding him in place.

His lips were against her neck, trying to distract her long enough to steal the hat. But it wasn't working. She kept a hold of the hat and pulled him closer.

Her moans spurred him on and he kissed, nibbled and sucked at the skin of her neck. "Fuck, baby," she whispered, eyes shutting as she threw her head back. Even then, she kept a hold of his hand.

His hips moved against hers, but the friction it created wasn't enough for the two of them. "Fuck," she kissed, pulling up her skirt with her free hand.

Carlos hooked his fingers around her underwear. He pulled away long enough to pull them down her legs and free himself.

But, before he returned to her, he checked the time on his watch. Not enough time to make sweet goddamn love to her. Not enough time to do anything but have a quick fuck. "I swear, after the race I'm gonna fuck you until the sun comes up," he whispered, forehead against her own.

Her noises were pathetic and desperate as he pushed in. But he wasted no time, hips snapping against her own. His fingers touched her, travelled beneath her shirt for just a second before returning to her clit.

The press of his thumb had her legs spasming around him. He moved it in slow, teasing circles, his cock doing just the opposite, pistoning in and out of her.

It had her every nerve ending on fire. Her breathing was ragged, but so was his. "Carlos," she all but babbled out, nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, I'm-"

And there it was. She tumbled over the edge, back arching away from the sofa. "Shit," Carlos gasped, hand falling away from her clit. His forehead was against hers, almost knocking the hat from her head as he drilled his cock into her. "Gonna... fill you up," he said through gasps.

When she cried out a yes! Carlos came. He did just as he said, filling her up. He gave a few more thrusts, stuffing himself inside of her over and over again. "Shit," he said again, kissing her cheeks. "I need to go."

She whined out as he pulled out of her, distracting her long enough for him to take his head back. "I'll give it to you properly after the race, I promise Cariño," he promised before disappearing out of the drivers room, leaving her breathless and spent on the sofa.

Fuck.