#TOTO

[scribble-pillar]

FINISHED!! my versions of the sillays and AAUUUGHHHH im very proud of these designs very much!!

[flock-talk]

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Toto’s Guard Dog – Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 420

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summary: Y/n continues her ruthless campaign against The Hobbit, but when a reporter questions her devotion to Toto.

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Y/n was losing her goddamn mind.

It had been two days since Toto texted her Good girl, and she had not known peace since.

Every time her phone buzzed, she jumped. Every time she heard his voice in the garage, her stomach did a little flip. Every time he looked at her, her brain short-circuited like a teenage girl in a Wattpad fanfic.

And the worst part?

He knew.

Oh, that smug Austrian knew.

Because now, Toto was having fun with it.

The subtle touches? The lingering glances? The slightly-too-low murmurs of “Come, schatzi” when he wanted her to follow him somewhere?

He was playing a game.

And Y/n was losing.

Her downward spiral came to a head during the next race weekend.

It started off normally—meaning she made fun of Christian Horner at least three times before noon.

First, she tweeted:

“Watching The Hobbit talk about cost caps is so funny. Like sir, weren’t you just on trial?”

Then, when he walked by in the paddock, she turned to Carmen Mundt and said, loudly, “Is it just me, or does Christian Horner have the energy of a man who peaked in high school?”

And finally, during a press conference, when a reporter asked Horner about his thoughts on Toto, Y/n let out a very obvious fake yawn from the Mercedes side of the room.

It was perfect.

But then came the interview.

She had just finished hyping up Lewis when the Sky Sports reporter smirked at her. “So, Y/n, you’ve become quite the defender of Toto Wolff this season. A real… guard dog, if you will.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Someone has to keep The Hobbit in check.”

The reporter laughed. “And Toto? What does he think about it?”

Y/n opened her mouth—then shut it.

Because suddenly, she felt it.

A presence.

His presence.

She turned her head just in time to see Toto standing a few feet away, watching her with that infuriating smirk, arms crossed, looking like a man who thoroughly enjoyed being talked about.

“Oh, he loves it,” she said before she could stop herself.

The reporter raised an eyebrow. “Loves it?”

Y/n locked eyes with Toto.

His smirk deepened.

And before she could chicken out, she smiled.

“Of course,” she said, tilting her head. “He’s obsessed with me.”

Toto huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he walked off.

And Y/n?

Y/n realized—

She might not just be Toto’s guard dog.

She might be his favorite one, too.

[animatronica]

I wont be shutting up about this for the rest of my life.

[frixey]

this is like COMPLETELY RANDOM LOL

[theboarsbride]

Recently my childhood obsession for The Wizard of Oz reignited (hiiiiiii Margaret Hamilton ♡🛐💕) and I wanna make it everyone's problem.

[verstappensrealwife]

instagram? what’s that? - Toto Wolff x milf!reader

[toto wolff masterlist / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... toto wolffs wife downloads instagram. ʚɞ fluff  ⋆⭒˚.⋆ SMAU (short) ʚɞ warnings: me trying to be millennial (a scare for myself), its all just random posts - no real timeline.

faceclaim: jennifer aniston, pinterest women, susie wolff.

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[nevertoomanyspiders]

straw pillow.

[elwintersoldado]

somewhere over the rainbow...

[nobodysdaydreams]

“But if there is a train to the Emerald City, why did Galinda make poor Dorothy walk all that way?”

She probably didn’t. The Wizard probably destroyed the train himself to make room for his wonderful road, yet another way he claims to do wonderful things for Oz all while moving them backwards.

“But couldn’t Galinda use her bubble to transport Dorothy?”

Probably, but I’m guessing Galinda knew the Wizard wouldn’t be so kind and receptive to someone else from our world coming here, because Dorothy could actually recognize him as a fraud and call him out on his bs. Dorothy, like Elphaba, is a threat to the Wizard’s power and the fact that she murdered the sister of his political enemy on arrival isn’t helping her seem less threatening, so Galinda is stalling while she figures out how to protect this poor girl and maintain appearances. Hence the whole “making her walk in heels” thing plus it provides a cover story for why Elphaba “can’t” kill her to reassure Dorothy that she’s safe from the Wicked witch: she still wants her dead sister’s shoes.

Also, Elphaba probably knew the Wizard would try to manipulate/hurt Dorothy and the others too. Even if she didn’t know who Fiyero was, she’d still be worried about Toto and the lion given what the Wizard does to Animals, which is probably why she uses the poppies to put them to sleep. The only people not enchanted are Boq and Fiyero. In the Wizard of Oz, it’s because they’re not living and Dorothy, Toto, and the Lion are, but in this case, it might be because Elphaba recognizes them.

“But then why would Galinda use her snow to wake them up from Elphaba’s poppies if Elphaba was trying to protect them?”

She probably didn’t. Morrible is the one who controls the weather. And we know that Morrible has no problem using her talents to make her current/former students look better or worse.

[scribble-pillar]

a silly woz redraw bc i love these goobers!!

[flock-talk]

You are what you eat

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Toto’s Guard Dog – Part 5

Part 1 Parte 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 636

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

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

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

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

And Toto hated it.

Well, hated might be the wrong word.

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

She was winning.

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

It happened in the Mercedes motorhome.

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

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

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

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

His smirk deepened. “Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking.”

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

Her breath caught. “Push what?”

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

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

And Toto?

Toto knew it.

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

Absolutely not.

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

Hard.

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

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

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

Y/n felt dizzy. Drunk. Gone.

And then—

“Ohhhhhh, well isn’t this adorable?”

Y/n and Toto ripped apart.

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

Was Christian Horner.

Y/n was going to jail.

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

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

“Get out.” Y/n’s voice was deadly.

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

Toto tensed.

Y/n saw red.

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

Horner’s smirk faltered.

Y/n wasn’t done.

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

Horner opened his mouth—then shut it.

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

Y/n smiled sweetly. “Now. Get out.”

Horner turned on his heel and left.

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

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

Toto grinned. “I know.”

She crossed her arms. “I—”

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

Hard.

Possessive.

Like he owned her.

Like he was saying, Mine.

And Y/n?

She kissed him back.

[kimis25]

genuinely is toto okay

[tommydarlings]

take what’s yours and leave | t.w

pairing: toto wolff x reader

warnings: none

w/c: 0.8k

summary: after having another one of your infamous arguments with toto, you can’t take it anymore and tell him to take what’s his and leave, but you didn’t think that he would take your order that serious.

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You were fighting with toto… again.

The two of you were fighting regularly, always raising voices and walking away from each other and then back into each others arms again, this time it was different though.

He rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up and scoffed after you finished scolding him like a child, rolling his eyes at your behaviour, “Y/n, my love-”

“Don’t 'my love' me now, toto! I told you so many times already that you should give me a call or send me a quick message if you have to stay longer at the office at Mercedes! But every single damn time you just 'forget it' and let me sit here at home all alone and annoyed!” You spat up at the tall austrian.

Toto sighed and put his hands on his hips as he looked down at your angry figure, “I know, I know and I’m s-”

“Yeah, yeah you’re sorry, I know… I’ve heard this words a lot from you lately, toto,” you shook your head with a scoff, taking a few steps back from him, “I’m fucking tired of it, toto, I really am… you’re a grown man and you can’t manage to save some hours of your day for me…that’s sad if you ask me,” you shrugged.

Your older boyfriend ran his hands over his face, brushing his shirt hair back in the process, “baby, I know how fed up you are, but-”

“Then why do you keep-”

“Let me finish my sentence for once, okay?” He raised his voice a bit, making you gulp and look at the floor before he continued,

“But work is also very important to me, which doesn’t mean that you’re not important to me! Or that you’re less important! But I have responsibilities, my love, lots of tiring responsibilities that I need to take care of,” he told you in a calmer tone.

You cleared your throat and looked back up at him, “Then don’t be in a relationship if you’re work is exhausting,” you said angrily, still not being able to calm down.

Toto rolled his eyes and briefly let his head hung low at your comment, “You’re lack of understanding my work life is really unbelievable, isn’t it?” He looked at you from across the kitchen.

You chuckled and bit your lip, “my lack of understanding your work life?” You shook your head, “oh you got some balls, baby! I think your lack of acknowledging our relationship and the fact that you have something — or actually, someone, besides your stupid work life is unbelievably! No, it’s embarrassing!” You raised your voice as well and kept eye contact with your tall boyfriend.

Toto bit his inner cheek and shook his head, looking at the wall with crossed arms before he took a deep breath, “Now you’re speechless, huh? Because you know I’m right,” you added quickly.

The former racing driver raised his head and looked at you, “You know what?” You swiftly walked over to the modern door of your million dollar mansion and opened it, “take what’s yours and leave!”

You were furious, your blood was more than just boiling, you were really sick of him.

Toto scoffed again and bit his lip before a smirk made its way onto his face, making you furrow your browns in confusion.

Before you could even say anything, toto took long and quick steps towards you and swiftly picked you up, throwing you carelessly over his broad shoulder in a swift motion, giving you no time to protest.

You gasped and placed your palms onto his muscular back, “Toto, no! Let me down, what are you doing?” You asked him as his big, veiny hands squeezed your thighs,

“I'm doing what you told me to do, I'm taking what’s mine,” he told you calmly with — most probably — a cheeky smirk on his lips, making you almost — but only almost — laugh.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before you let your head hung low, “Toto… you know that’s not what I meant, now let me down!” You continued protesting.

Your boyfriend only turned around and walked back to the kitchen, his big hand tightly holding the back of your thighs so you don’t fall.

He chuckled deeply, “what did you say, beautiful? I can’t hear you from back there,” the Austria joked wickedly, forcing you to roll your eyes once again.

“I said-”

But before you could repeat your sentence, toto swiftly threw your off of his broad shoulder and put you right in front of the countertop, making your back lean against it as he slowly placed bit of his palms on the countertop next to your hips, intimidatingly leaning in,

“What did you say? I’m sorry that I interrupted you, sweetheart… now you can go on,” he mumbled quietly, waiting for you to speak up.

But you only gulped as you looked io at him with big eyes, gently shaking your head, “N-No, everything’s fine,” you said softly.

“Are you sure, baby? Nothing you wanna say to me?” Toto continued whispering to you, leaning in a bit closer so that your nose was almost brushing his.

“N-Nope,” you replied almost nervously since he was so close.

He smirked before he took a step away from you again, “alright, if you say so, mein liebes,” my love.