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cheriladycl01 · 1 month

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Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? Since it's Women's International Day, he and their son, Jack decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed, and just spending time together before going to the paddock. And be close to each other during the race. Just something fluff and cute. Maybe a little surprise at the end. You decide what it is. Thanks!! :)))

Days like these - Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Plot: Toto and your son decide to treat you after a hard day at the paddock with International Women’s Day as a reasons to be extra sweet to their lady.

A/N: im so so sorry this is much later than IWD but we can still use this to appreciate women all year round!

Credit to almostfantasy for the GIF

You were currently in and out of sleep, you’d had a very busy day around the paddock yesterday with it being media day so today you’d woken up pretty exhausted especially after what you and Toto had got up to the night before.

Toto had whispered softly to you to go back to sleep, squeezing your plush bare hip before kissing your forehead and climbing out of bed to go deal with your guys’ son who was definitely awake and wanting attention by now.

You were thankful for the lay in, but after some clinks, clonks and clangs coming from the kitchen you decided to go see what all of the noisy fuss was about.

You pull on an old top of Toto’s, an Austrian football team shirt that clung against your stomach and hips in ways that made Toto go crazy and a pair of shorts before rounding it off with your fluffy dressing gown and slippers.

You slowly make your way down stairs sleepily holding the side of the bannister as you go down. The noises from the kitchen get louder and louder until your voice opens to over power it all.

“Honey? Munchkin” you ask spread apart seeing if your husband would reply to you first.

“Mama no, no Mama no!” Your son cries out seeing your and grabbing your hand trying to pull you away from whatever is going on in the kitchen.

“What is it pumpkin?!” You ask.

“Daddy said we were doing you breakfast in bed! Your not in bed, your ruining it! VATI! Mama isn’t in bed, bed now” he cries as if you’d committed some kind of crime right in front of the child’s eyes.

In his eyes you had.

“Oh your Mama isn’t in bed, we’ll have to get her back then” Toto grins before lifting your up, as easy as ever, and throwing your over his shoulder causing a groan to fall from your mouth.

“What on earth. Toto put me down!” You laugh, lightly hitting his lower back, where your hands could reach because of the angle you were being held at.

Your son followed the pair of you up the stairs you teasingly reaching out to grab him, missing only slightly as he’d back up each time giggling at his mothers antics.

Toto lightly places you on the bed once your back in the bedroom, taking the slippers off and pushing you further up the bed. He places your son up on the bed, holding him to look at him as he explains.

“Okay, Mama escaped so we have to tuck her back in so she can’t leave again!” Toto states, showing him how to tuck you back in properly making you stifle a laugh as they both get to work making sure the duvet is secured around you.

They both trot off, going back to whatever they were doing in the kitchen as you open your phone cruising through your work emails for the day and any of the messages. One from Lewis, one from George. Some from your colleagues… it was ending when you worked for Sky Sports as presenter and commentator for F1.

Eventually you hear your husbands voice directing your son to be careful coming up the stairs so he doesn’t spill anything.

As they enter the room your heart warms impossibly. Your son was holding a glass of orange juice, not daring to look up at you in fear of dropping it. You knew he wanted to be included and that was arguably the easiest thing Toto would let him carry up the stairs.

Toto smiles widely at you, placing the array or breakfast foods on the tray across your lap, making you grin. All of your favourites were here.

“What is all of this for?” You ask happily, taking the glass of juice from your son whose been patiently waiting for you.

“Well, we know you had a hard day at work yesterday and it’s of course international woman’s day and we wanted to celebrate that with our favourite woman. Right buddy?” Toto asks your son making him nod having been briefly explained to why they were doing this for you.

A smile broke out across your face, Toto pulled you in placing a delicate kiss on your lips before he’s interrupted by the whining of your little boy who was trying to make his way up onto the bed with you.

Toto lifts him up and he crawls his way over on your left side hugging right into your mum pillowing that he loved to constantly be against.

Your son was extremely clingy, especially when it came to you. He was for sure a mummy’s boy.

Toto slides in next to you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he puts some cartoon on the tv opposite the bed to entertain your son.

You offer him some of your fruit to which he shakes his head saying that it was for you.

“I don’t mind baby, sharing with your is all I want to do” you grin and eventually accepts some of the mango, strawberry’s and bananas that were in the fruit bowl.

When you were looking he snuck a pancake away, a dead giveaway being the chocolate build up now around his mouth.

“You cheeky little monster!” You exclaimed as you grabbed some tissue to wipe around the mouth getting rid of the chocolate goodness that remained.

He giggles as your wipe around his mouth, trying to dodge you like a ninja.

Eventually your easy domestic morning had to come to and end. You and Toto both needed to be at the track today. You always travelled together since when you first started dating and that hadn’t ever changed you’d just added a member to the party. Another one soon to join, little did any of you know.

You all got ready trying to make a decent time to make your way over to Silverstone Circuit ready for a day full of FP1 and FP2. Toto was hoping for a bit more luck today as Mercedes hasn’t been doing great but with some upgrades brought in this weekend he was hopeful for Lewis and George to pull through now they had a car worth driving.

After today, this morning more like you felt more attached to Totos side than ever. Later that week, you’d find out it was your new pregnancy hormones that were making you feel so needy to be around him but for now you couldn’t put your finger on why you refused to leave the Mercedes garage when you weren’t needed around for the Sky Sports crew, or any interviews.

Sky Sports commentator - And here we have one of our very own, Y/N Y/L/N currently having some family time in the Mercedes garage with her husband Toto Wolff and their son. Just look at them all, such a picture right there

Sky Sports commentator- We should actually get her up here soon for an interview about the upgrades a lot of the teams have had for this weekend. One of the surprising teams to not have any being RedBull, potential hope for that gap to close?

They did eventually call you up away from your family.

You pulled him into a massive hug and kiss, not wanting to leave him and god until he pretty much forced you out of the garage and up to the commentary box where Crofty was waiting for you.

However Toto and your son didn’t stop for a second not to watch you on the big screen talk about the cars.

Your son squealed in delight every time you spoke and waved your hands about making the mechanics pause and laugh at the boy and talk to him about his mum. A topic the youngster was more than happy to chat their ear off about.

The whole weekend was great, you had some phenomenal interviews as their eas great racing to talk to all the drivers about and spending the weekend with Toto and your son just made the highlight of your weekend.

The race came around and you watched from the Mercedes garage holding onto Toto the whole time, watching as George and Lewis dominated the track successfully splitting up the Ferraris.

You ran off right as it ended knowing you’d be needed for the podium and post race interviews as soon as possible.

“Come back soon” he smiled at you pulling you into a long chaste kiss before letting you run off.

Toto knew one thing, regardless with what happened this year in Mercedes he was more than content with his life with your right now.

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jv-f1 · 3 months

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Vintage James

#I was so astonished with this picture I immediately updated the layout #I’ve seen it make it’s rounds before but lost it #thank god I found it again #now I will share it with you #I need to [redacted]#mild cardiac arrest tbh #early y2ks I hear #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #james vowles #jvf1 #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes f1 #williams f1 #williams racing #f1 memes #jv nation #team principal

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rehenys · 22 days

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God, you're so handsome. ~ T.Wolff

TW: Implied smut, Age Gap, Smoking. Synopsis: Toto and George Russell's Sister are sneaking around.

God, he's so handsome in his vintage Merc and black Tom Ford glasses. With the sleeve of his black shirt casually rolled up, his muscular forearms catch the light. A wisp of smoke hangs between his parted lips as he waits for me at the end of the road, hoping my brother doesn't see us. I drop my duffle bag rushing into his arms and meeting his lips with a sinful kiss. His lustful eyes raked over my outfit, biting his lip But we both know time is of the essence.

Out on the open road of Monaco with the wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck, just us and the ocean. His palm lays flat on my exposed thigh, mindlessly drawing shapes, his fluffy hair tousled due to the wind. His skin was glowing due to the setting sun. We pause to watch the sunset. I lean back against his chest, nestled between his long legs, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips against my neck. While my phone rings in the back seat.

5 missed calls from George

It's midnight, and we're tangled up in his sheets. I'm nestled against his side, his warm skin pressed against mine. His hand slowly roams my hip and waist until the teasing becomes too much. I stand over his body, holding him like a python, he canʼt keep his hands off me or his pants on. His lips whispered my name like a prayer.

16 missed calls from George

DAY 2:

In the morning light, he's still as handsome as ever, with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. I press a soft kiss to his jaw. As I try to untangle our limbs, his arms tighten around my waist. I flop back down, giving up on getting out of my safe place. After all, who needs breakfast?

Around mid-noon, we begrudgingly leave the bedroom to have ‘breakfastʼ. Who would have thought Toto Wolff would look so good making eggs? His bare torso is covered in an apron, his dexterous fingers wrapped around the whisk. I just intently stare at him making us breakfast, simply mesmerised, which he notices, he winks before giving me a bowl of strawberries to snack on. We share Crêpeʼs with whipped cream, with my feet in his lap; our lips swollen and his marble skin covered in purple splotches.

26 missed calls from George

It's the dead of night, and he sits on the sofa with his spectacles on, furiously typing away on his laptop, his hair messy from running his hand through it, his face set in a scowl. I just made his favourite Pumpernickel bread, and I have about 45 minutes to kill while it bakes. He looks too delicious right now for me to resist. I stand in front of him with an innocent smile, slowly moving his laptop away. His brown eyes crinkle with excitement, His lips find mine as I tug on his hair, gently massaging it to soothe the sting. He chuckles against my lip, his large palms sinking into my skin as my fingers nimbly unbutton his white shirt. My lips meet the skin between his neck and shoulder, his head thrown back in pleasure.

38 missed calls from George

DAY 3:

The next morning, I grab my phone while Torger is in the shower, to see a flurry of texts from my brother cussing me out, asking where I am. I calm him down, listing more lies to cover up our trial and he blindly trusts me, my heart heavy with guilt but he would never understand. I repeat it in my head like a mantra till that guilt settles when Toto takes me into his arms, kissing away my problems.

We lay on the couch as I read out loud, my hand running through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut. God, he's so handsome.

I chuckle, my darling all worn out. The simple domesticity of this week has me longing for more. we need to tell my brother, but how can I, this wasn't meant to happen but if I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. but my brother wouldn't understand, he has always been protective of his baby sister, and I know he would blow a fuse if he realised I was with his long-time mentor.

Our peaceful weekend had come to an end when he parked at the end of the road; back where we started, His face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl during the drive back. A chaste kiss and I walked up the road back home nodding at the security guard as he let me in giving me a sorrowful look. Stepping through the threshold of my house I switch to being the perfect sister and daughter of The Russells.

I happily greet my brother, feeding lies about my girl's weekend like I didn't spend the whole weekend in bed with his Boss and Mentor. As I head up the stairs he complements my outfit, I thank him with a soft smile but beneath that pretty pink Chanel dress he brought are the bruised hand prints of Torger Wolff with love bites to match.

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mrslatifi · 7 months

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With all the chatter about Logan, I haven't had a moment to talk about my experience meeting and talking to James Vowles!

It was such an honor to be able to remind James how caring he is, and how much we appreciate his hard work and dedication to our boys. He also gave me an amazing answer when I asked why he keeps pushing and how he stays humble despite the major ups and downs of the sport. I gained a lot of respect for him when he spoke about his way of dealing with the entire team, from the engineers and media all the way to the drivers. He explained it as he doesn't like to "boss" the team around, he instead likes to befriend them, and then work together with them. He gets on their level, then goes from there. He sees everyone as an equal, and truly appreciates their hard work and effort. In any aspect of life, but so much so in F1, this is important.

Not to mention, as a woman in the middle of this crowd, he spoke to me as an equal. And ladies, you know how we're often seen as fans of this sport. James kept eye contact with me the whole time and explained himself in the most eloquent, intelligent way, and not once did I feel like a “female fan," just simply a fan.

[I wasn’t able to upload the entire 2-minute clip to tumblr, so click here to watch it]

He is a stand-up dude, truly. He was so, so, so sweet. A man in his position could choose to be anything, and he chose to be kind. I'm already grown, but when I grow up, I wanna be like James Vowles 💙

P.S. idk if anyone has ever given James a friendship bracelet, but now he has one! I made one in blue that said "Boss Man" and I think he was shocked someone gave him a gift. He wore it all day, as I was the first one to meet him after his Q&A that morning, and said it was a "very lovely" gesture. Not to mention he kept repeating "you're so kind" because of my question. 🥹

We love you, JV! 💙

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annaaepf1 · 3 months

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The man that you are Toto Wolff🫠

(first post on this blog dedicated to the F1)

#toto wolff #Toto wolff edit #mercedes f1 #team principal #team principal Mercedes amg #mercedes amg petronas #formula 1 #f1 #edit #f1edit

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standbyric · 1 year

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something simple today

#artbystandbyric #f1blr #f1 fanart #team principal #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes #toto wolff #toto wolff fanart #digital art #f1 art #poster art #artist on tumblr

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stansirlewis · 11 months

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I agree with you, Mr. Peter Windsor 💯

#lewis hamilton #f1 #mercedes #formula 1 #teamlh #toto wolff #team principal #austrian gp 2023

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itsfirmulaone · 7 months

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#mercedes #mercedes amg f1 #toto wolff #formula uno #formula 1 #mercedes amg petronas #team principal

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anotherhumansthings · 2 months

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Toto Wolff dump. He's such a meme-able person but I'm glad we'll have a team principal that's willing to get a little petty next year. Toto is coasting right now, sorry not sorry

#tumblr dump #formula 1 #mercedes amg petronas #mercedes petronas f1 #toto wolff #drive to survive #team principal #sorry not sorry

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isitreallyatla · 3 months

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Most of the team principles are not great

But that's what makes them so funny

#James vowles is not included in said this #f1 #team principal #like of course zac brown shit talks rb but would fully do it himself if he could #they're all barely better than eachother #but act like they themselves are angles #fucking hilarious

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thepotentialof2007 · 3 months

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useful background for toto watching &/or analysis

DAVID WALSH | TOTO WOLFF INTERVIEW Toto Wolff: I had a frosty relationship with Lewis Hamilton . . . until a long chat in my kitchenThe Mercedes team principal talks to David Walsh about giving lectures at Harvard, the Abu Dhabi farce, how he made his riches and his struggles with mental health

March 12 2022, The Sunday Times - https://archive.ph/SsDmW

and also this marketing interview, part of his "instahelp" campaign

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6:48 - How does Toto Wolff manage to motivate his team and keep performance high?

#why toto #self perception #autobiography #team principal #management style #mental health #2022

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cheriladycl01 · 1 month

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Love your Fernando's fic about Finland Freeze. Could you do it but with Toto Wolff. Just them spending time together with their son, Jack with a hint of surprise at the end. Thanks!! :)))

Bahama Breeze - Toto Wolff x Wife Reader + Son

Plot: You go to the Bahamas during the winter break with Toto and your son and truly experience that VIP life.

Credit to onboardcamera for the GIF

"Come on. It's our beach day today. Our munchkin is desperate to make sandcastles for his Queen" your husband Toto laughed from the edge of the bed he was leaning on. It was a nice fancy hotel bed that had those crisp white sheets.

You look up at him with your small sleepy eyes, the morning light coming in through the balcony window that was no longer covered by the large curtains, from up here you had an amazing view of the white sandy beach and the crystal clear waters.

There was multiple sounds coming in through the doors, the waves softly crashing, the birds flying around and the sounds of people darting their day down on the beach.

"Come on, get dressed into something for the beach! We'll meet you downstairs for breakfast." he smiles down at you before climbing off the bed, taking your son who was playing by the door with his bucket and spade. You take a few more seconds before starting to fully wake yourself up and get into a bikini and kaftan so you wouldn't burn when walking along the beach.

You brush you teeth and make sure your all clean before heading down to find your family, Toto said they'd meet you in the restaurant where there was a buffet style breakfast, where you both had gained weight at the promise of it being unlimited, but you were on holidays so you didn't care.

Breakfast was pretty quiet where it was later on in the morning and it wasn't too hard to find Toto and his loud voice.

A dad laugh. It rung through the restaurant like a chorus of bells. Nobody could miss it, it was like a load of plates falling where everyone turns to look at where they'd fallen from, but they were now looking at your husband and son.

You all happily ate breakfast together filling your hearts content before heading out and finding sunbeds down by the pool and beach.

As VIP of the hotel, you had premium beds that were right by the pool.

Eventually it was decided you’d go to the beach to try some of the water sports. You set up camp, laying on a towel on your front tanning the back half of your body. Your son obsessed with the sand and the way it felt so while you napped in the sun, he and Toto made sandcastles, Toto running back and forth with see water to help mould the sand better.

Eventually they both ended up just digging a really big hole. All through it you managed to bask in the rays of light shining down on you.

All of a sudden you heard little screams, in your haze of sleepiness you couldn’t tell if they were off distress.

You got up quickly rubbing the sand away from your hands as you looked around. Only to find Toto and your son, him yelling in delight as he stared to bury Toto in the sand pit they created.

As you neared them, your son opened his arms wide asking for a hug and to be lifted up. You however didn't fully slow to a stop as you were walking, and end up slipping off the edge into the small hole next to Toto who was calmly sat at the bottom, legs covered in sand.

"Offph, I know when i married you I signed up for this. But boy do I hate sand in all my crevices" you joke looking over him before helping him out if the sand and up from the beach hole he was in.

"Your the one who got me to come to the Bahamas with you! I would have happily spent my winter at home or in i don’t know Lapland!" He comments, pulling you into a hug. He loved the warm weather so he actually wouldn’t change this for the world.

The next few hours flew by, you and Toto had got your son onto a Lilo and both took him in the sea, showing him all the fishes that were in the crystal clear waters and explaining what they were to him and he had this look of fascination the whole time.

You watched on as Toto rented one of the JetSkis racing around the safe water sports area trying to look cool in front of you, his wife of course!

Then you guys got lunch on the beach bar having some drinks and making sure the little one stayed hydrated on water and juices, he’d become very fond of Dragon Fruit and Papaya on this holiday.

After a few more hours, your getting too hot, your forehead lined in sweat and not enjoying the rising temperatures and lack of wind to help cool you down. You say that you’ll go back to the hotel lobby to get a cocktail and cool down while Toto stays around the pool in the cool water with your son, who didn’t want to go inside and wasn’t suffering from the heat unlike you.

You get in, walking straight to the sports bar where that are showing some Premiere League Football on the TV, Aston Villa vs Burnley. You order your cocktail and go straight under the fan, your face immediately cooling down.

You watch the match, while playing one of those silly games on your phone that don’t take too much attention but use up time until you start to feel like you can head back out.

You stayed there for at least 45 minutes, where you had finally cooled down and felt like you could join your family back outside. You start to walk through the hotel again, noticing little things you hadn’t from when your first got here, like the fish tank behind the reception desk or the cafe off to the left serving coffees and hot chocolate in heat like this.

Eventually you found your sun beds again, Toto was calmly reading his book that he’d brought with him while your son was laying under the umbrella and under a towel where he slept soundly exhausted from all the morning activities.

Rather than going and laying on your own sun bed, you force Totos legs open and sit in between them grabbing your own book out. You were reading some riveting murder mystery where the main character was about to confront her boyfriend thinking he was the murderer when your child woke up, complaining he was hungry.

Toto places his book down and looks at his watch seeing it was around 3. Which means you guys should start to consider lunch before it’s too late.

You walk to the restaurant. Toto holding your hand in one and your sons in the other.

The waiter direct you to one of the more secluded tables in the VIP sections offering you drinks.

“Juice juice juice” your son changed at the Bahamian waitress who just giggled and nodded knowing exactly what your son wanted as she’d been very helpful to you and your family over the last few days.

“I suspect a Kalik Beer and a Tequila Sunrise?” She asks and you both nod thanking her for being so kind and welcoming.

“Come on baby let’s go grab you some grub” you smile down at the little boy, holding out your hand for him to take.

You grab multiple different food items, on two different plates one for you and one for your son. Toto always hated when he had to wait behind on the tables and watch as you and his son walked around hand in hand picking out which delicacy’s he wanted, which most days turned out to be plain kid like food, unlike you and Toto who were every adventurous on your travels, always trying local cuisine.

You set yourself back down in the gable, Toto helping the young boy into his hair so that he could start to enjoy his food and eat. Toto went up right after quickly finding himself somethings to eat before running back so he didn’t miss anything being said.

You guys talk about the holiday so far and if there was anything you really felt like you had to do before you left. Your son babbled to himself while you and Toto continued.

After lunch ended up spending the rest of the afternoon around the pool before you left at around 7pm, purely because the pool closed. No-one was in a rush to get to dinner.

You all spend your time getting ready, you doing your makeup out on the balcony while Toto and your son showered getting all the sand of their bodies.

You walk into the room, seeing your son pulling his Velcro shoes on by himself and Toto in nice fabriced dinner shorts and bare chest as he looked for a nice polo go wear to dinner.

He spotted your gaze and walked over to you, leaning down kissing your lips making you recoil away knowing that your lip gloss would transfer into his lips and leave yours meaning your makeup left ruined for the night.

"Whyyyyy?" he whined looking at you with a frowny and pouty expression that had you giggling.

"I can’t have you smudging all this work baby" you smirk, knowing he wouldn’t care if you went out with mascara streaming down your face.

"Hmmmm, can you choose me a top! Then I’ll be ready to go?" he exclaims before crossing back over to where the closet was in the fairly spacious hotel room.

“Mmmm i like the green but your a little red today baby, so maybe this Brown one” you say holding up the Brown Lacoste Polo.

“Good choice Liebling” he smiles pulling you in for a quick kiss, your son smiling happily and clapping his hands at the interaction making you do it one last time.

He looks in the mirror, trying to fix his wet hair before grabbing the hairdryer not wanting it to go puffy from the humidity here in the Bahamas, he made that mistake on the first night.

“Im so warm already I feel sticky” you complain as you guys step out of your air conditioned hotel room and into the hallways where the glass windows always remained open letting all the hot air inside.

“Yes I can feel it” he teases as he holds your hips swaying you from side to side as you all wait for the lift to come down from either the 12, 16th or up from the 2nd floor. Your son always loved predicting which one would get there first.

"Mmmmm no please!" you complain hating how his big hands that you usually love on you see just as sweaty as your body.

"I'm hurt Schatz! You won’t accept physical contract from me? Your husband?" he asks looking over you and you want to nod you really do but his expression makes you lean into his hold, and let him drape his arms around you while you both watch your son stand in front of the third lift, that being his prediction.

He was right and you all happily clambered into the lifts, Toto lifting him up as you direct him so you can take a picture of the three of you to put on your Instagram and send to your parents and your mother in law who wanted updates on your guys holiday. You’d begged her to come with you but she was a busy lady, promising she’d come next year.

“This is exactly what I needed” he sighs into your next as the lift continues it’s decent.

“Mmmm me too, it’s been a tough year for both of us”

“We earned this” he smiles kissing your neck just before the doors open exposing you to the lobby where your son runs out straight to the massive fish tank making you and Toto both laugh to one another.

What a way to have a break before the next intense season!

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jv-f1 · 3 months

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“… I can only control what happens within Williams … these allegations are unfortunately allegations I don’t have any understanding of, or the significance of what has happened. All I can say is, should this happen in our regard, we’ll be entirely supportive in terms of fixing it, and making sure we have a culture that’s accepting of everyone … I think [this investigation] means we will have to look each other in the mirror and make sure that we are posing the right questions internally, and acting in the way that we can only be proud of — not today, but in the next ten years.”

— James’s response to the allegations against Christian Horner via Bloomberg TV/Twitter

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Cherry Red ~ T.Wolff

Tw: Smut, Swearing, Age Gap, possessive, usage of Brat, BJ. Synopsis: Toto and his Girlfriend have a bit of fun at the pool

Torger never thought he would have a young girlfriend at 45, but here he was with his bratty girlfriend who was dressed in a skimpy bikini lounging by the pool at his summer house. Her soft lips wrapped around a cherry red lollipop, His swim trunks tighten just watching her causally sucking on her lollipop while reading her novel. Fucksake she looks irresistible.

He groans inwardly looking down at his tightened trunks, he was working today and she didn’t like that, fucking brat! She always gets what she wants and Torger will do anything to give her what she wants, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have fun while doing it and right now all she wants is him.

He smirks, if she’s going to play that game he can too. Moving his laptop away, she watches his every move. She pushes her white sunglasses to the tip of her nose, with that darn lollipop between her lips.

Leaning back Torger deliberately unties his drawstring as slow as possible even though every movement of his trunks against his cock makes him groan, finally he unties it languidly stoking his cock making him groan even louder than before, he knows he has her attention when he hears the thud of her book on the side table as she slowly makes her way to the patio while her glasses lay haphazardly on the lounge chair. She takes her time, her piercing blue eyes never leaving him, she unties the knot on the front of her top dropping it into the pool, her perfect tits on display, His hands itching to touch her. She takes off the bikini bottom throwing it behind her, Torger’s eyes following her hips sway from side to side and the little tattoo on her right hip Just a simple bunch of bright red cherries with His name next to it forever etched on her skin. It makes him even harder than before just looking at it, her perfect body on display for him and only for him driving him crazy. She finally reaches him before swiftly sinking to her knees and taking all of him into her mouth, involuntarily groaning and throwing his head back. He loved his bratty girl. As she swirled her tongue around the tip before howling her cheeks, he groaned again as he bucked his hips towards her, wrapping his palm around her ponytail but she stopped him, giving him that look as she mouths No, he immediately let go of her, Pulling her onto his lap, she giggles into his mouth as Torger tastes himself and artificial cherry on her tongue.

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