火星

fly through the night sky with you

[niki-phoria]

"everything passes."

𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝟏𝟗 𝐞𝐧𝐠 /中 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 | 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 | ⚣

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[niki-phoria]

Hi, could you write something featuring Lamine Yamal and a male reader?

Context: Lamine gets jealous after seeing the male reader dancing with one of his friends; he gets annoyed, so the male reader decides to calm him down by showering him with kisses. I don't remember if you write NSFW content, but if you do, could you add a steamy night together at the end?

someone could waste their whole life helplessly / just patiently waiting for a love like you and me

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ sleeping with sirens - all my heart

(gn reader / fluff; suggestive at the end / 1.1k words) lamine gets jealous of you dancing with a friend at the club

THE HEAT OF THE CLUB IS ENOUGH TO RIVAL A HUMID SUMMER’S DAY IN BARCELONA. strobe lights line the ceiling. the light comes in repeat, short flashes — hues of blue, red, and purple fill the room. the place smells of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. 

in the corner, LAMINE YAMAL silently nurses the same drink he’s been pretending to sip on for the last hour. the alcohol burns the back of his throat. his friends crowd around him, knocking their shoulders against his or their elbows into his ribs. 

beside him, gavi throws an arm over his shoulder. their bodies knock against each other as they both stumble to regain their footing on the sticky floor. “come on, lamine! we’re champions!” he says, too loud and straight into lamine’s ear. he cringes, craning away from the other man as much as he can. “lighten up a little!” 

“yeah, whatever,” lamine says. across the room, he catches another glimpse of the dance floor. there’s something magnetic about you: your body swaying beneath the lights, your lips curling into a sweet smile, your presence. 

and your friend. 

he’s dancing with you — he has been the whole night. even when you entered the bar with lamine at your side, he had insisted on buying you a round of drinks. he leaned in too close to whisper inside jokes into your ear amidst the celebrations. and now, he had followed you to the dance floor. his hands brushed too close to your hips. the crowd shoves you both even closer when the beat drops. you stumble ever so slightly. he is there, resting a hand against your lower back and guiding you to a more open spot. 

lamine’s stomach twists. his grip around his glass tightens. maybe it’s the alcohol steadily seeping into his bloodstream. or maybe it’s the way his hand lands against your arm to guide you farther away from the crowd. 

lamine downs the rest of his drink and has to resist the urge to slam his glass into the table. pedri doesn’t even try to hide his laugh when shrugs gavi away. thankfully, he’s too drunk to care, already draping his body over an annoyed héctor. 

lamine pushes his way through the crowd without care. it’s the only time off-field he doesn’t care about the various people pulling at his shirt sleeves and his elbows pushing into other people’s sides. he’s even willing to ignore the smell of booze and cigarettes that grows even stronger the further he gets. 

“lamine!” you smile brightly, tugging away from your friend to wrap him into a tight hug. his arms slip around your waist. he has to resist the urge to slip his hands beneath the hem of your jersey. it’s branded with his number and his name. still, he can’t help but tug you even closer against his chest. 

“hi, baby,” he murmurs. his breath just barely ghosts against your ear. shivers wrack down your spine. you tuck yourself even closer to him, leaning your head against the junction of his shoulder. lamine leans down just enough to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. “come outside with me for a minute?” 

you pull away just enough to nod. your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, almost in concern. “yeah, of course,” you murmur. “let’s go.” 

pride settles into lamine’s chest. your hand slips into his own like second nature. you don’t even spare a second glance at your friend before you’re allowing him to guide you towards the door and out of the club. gavi whistles when you pass by, earning an annoyed glare from lamine and an embarrassed duck of your head. 

the night air bites against your skin as soon as you wander into the back alleyway. the moon hangs heavy in the sky. its light illuminates the ground just enough to guide your path. the club’s brick walls do little to suppress the noise from inside. the hum of the newest dj’s edm mix filters through the night, almost like a soundtrack. 

“is everything alright?” you ask, suddenly quieter without the crowd to drown out your voice. your arms find their place against lamine’s shoulders. your press your fingertips into the trapezius muscle, gently massaging the underlying tension from his body. “you looked upset earlier.” 

a deep, quiet sigh escapes lamine. his eyes flutter shut for a moment. he reaches up, taking your left hand into his own. you allow him to maneuver your body to press a chaste kiss against your palm. “‘m fine,” he says. then, “wasn’t a fan of him hanging on you all night.” 

you shift just enough to intertwine your fingers together. you gently squeeze his hand. “sorry,” you murmur. you lean in, brushing your lips against lamine’s cheek. he flushes, almost embarrassed. you smile softly. “i didn’t notice he was so close to me.” 

“he was dancing with you all night,” lamine mumbles. 

“i’ll talk to him,” you say. “i’m sorry. i didn’t know he was making you uncomfortable.” 

you lean in, pressing another kiss against his soft skin. this time your lips land against his cheekbone, just beneath his eye. another, just beneath the curve of his jaw. the bridge of his nose. the corner of his mouth. 

lamine tucks his fingers beneath your chin, then. your breath hitches when he leans in, ending the conversation with a kiss. lamine swallows your gasp into his own mouth. he smiles against your lips. one hand falls to his chest, fisting into lamine’s jersey and pulling him even closer. the other brushes at the nape of his neck. 

this time, lamine’s hands do slip beneath the hem of your jersey. you flinch when his hands brush against your bare skin. goosebumps arise against your sides. lamine chuckles. you swallow the sound. 

your back hits the wall before you realize it. one of lamine’s hands cradles around the back of your head. you arch your back away from the wall, chasing the feeling of his touch. an embarrassing sound escapes from the back of your throat when his tongue glides against your bottom lip before sliding into your own mouth. 

you’re all but gasping by the time you finally part for air. your chest rises and falls with a few shaky breaths. lamine meets your gaze through half-lidded eyes. he lets out a quiet laugh, almost in disbelief. you tuck yourself into his shoulder in return. 

“let’s take this home?” lamine asks. his breath ghosts against the shell of your ear before he presses a chaste kiss against your neck. you hate how you flush at the feeling. “answer me, love,” he says quietly. 

“yes,” you breathe. your hands fist into lamine’s shirt, clinging to him as much as you can. “please.” 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 thank you for the request! that should be me holding your hand gentle reminder that i'm not super familiar with the barca team dynamic but i'm doing my best i promise, i'm actually pretty happy with how this turned out i think it's cute

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ football masterlist

━━ JOÃO FÉLIX

dragging him back to bed (gn reader)

━━ LAMINE YAMAL

he gets jealous of your friend at a club (gn reader)

━━ JUDE BELLINGHAM

to be added <3

[niki-phoria]

hi!! quick question for everyone since i've received a few requests but is anyone interested in any future football fics from me beyond the two reqs i have right now? thank you for any responses <3 *i only plan to write for lamine yamal, jude bellingham, and joão félix currently, i'm not super familiar with anyone else (sorry!)

♫⋆｡♪₊˚

yes i'd read more football fics

no, not interested

don't care/no opinion

Remaining time: 1 day 4 hours

[niki-phoria]

ure goated💙💙

thank you thank you it's my pleasure 🙏 i'm glad you all enjoy my silly little writings <3

[niki-phoria]

lewis or max? 👀

CAPITAL B CAPITAL O CAPITAL A CAPITAL F BOAF OF THEM!!!! i'm in desperate need of a lewis/max championship battle once again but i want lewis to win his 8th

[niki-phoria]

the platonic!rookie!male!reader with russtappen was fabulous! could you do part two? maybe Kimi and reader are messing with max and George and messing with the media?

we go together or we don't go down at all

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ all time low - love like war

(gn!redbull driver! reader / fluff / 810 words) you and kimi pull a prank on george

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” KIMI ANTONELLI jumps at the sound of your from just behind his shoulder. he sits up from his previously hunched over position, straightening his spine. you stifle a small chuckle, raising your hands in mock defense. “sorry. thought you heard me.” 

kimi simply shakes his head. he reaches to his side, holding up a small, white keycard on a longer blue keychain. “i’m blocking george’s access card,” he says. it’s almost nonchalant but you don’t miss the way the corners of his lips raise ever so slightly. he returns his attention to the computer screen in front of him. his gaze scans across the screen, clicking through a few more miscellaneous buttons you don’t care enough to actually look at. “wanna help?”

kimi reaches over, pushing a rolling chair in your direction. your fingers brush against the black faux leather. a small mercedes logo is embroidered into the back, a small reminder that you’re in the wrong garage. you brush the thought aside, sliding into the seat and settling yourself beside kimi. 

“where did you even get this?” you say, only barely stifling a chuckle. you reach out, taking the card into your hand. an old photo of george stares back at you. his bangs are longer and swooped across his forehead. his smile is crooked — almost nervous. it almost reminds you of your own id photo. 

“george left it in a meeting,” kimi shrugs. he spares a quick glance in your direction, just enough for you to catch the mischievous glint in his expression. it’s the same look he always gives you when he manages to rope you into one of his pranks. still, you follow along without question. “better i find it than someone else.“ 

you lean over kimi’s shoulder. he adjusts to account for your presence immediately, almost unconsciously. your hands rest on the desk close enough that your knuckles brush against each other. his hands feel warm despite london’s overcast skies. 

“how did you learn how to do this, anyways?”

kimi’s smile grows. “i did this to bono, too,” he chuckles. “the team showed me how.” 

you shake your head despite the way your lips quirk into a small grin of your own. you let out a breathy laugh before you settle your head against kimi’s shoulder. his hand comes to rest on top of yours in return, intertwining your fingers together as if it’s second nature. 

“come on,” kimi says. he offers your hand a gentle squeeze before he’s moving to stand up and dragging you along with him. “let’s go find george and return his pass.”

MAX VERSTAPPEN WANDERS INTO THE MERCEDES GARAGE LIKE ALWAYS — SMUG AND TEETERING JUST ON THE EDGE OF ARROGANCE. his lips curl into the hint of a smirk as he watches george fruitlessly press his keycard against the sensor only to be met with the same error message once again. george furrows his eyebrows as he reaches out to tug at the locked doors to no avail. “having some trouble, mate?” he asks. 

george lets out a quiet huff. he turns on his heel to face max, crossing his arms over his chest. “where’s kimi?” 

max stifles a chuckle. he raises an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. “how would i know?” 

“come on. you know they’re always together.” 

“what about us?” kimi asks. true to george’s word, you’re right by his side, standing so close that your knuckles brush against each other with every other step. you tuck yourself against his side, leaning against a nearby wall. 

george turns to face you both, then. his gaze locks onto kimi as he holds up the keycard. “what did you do?” 

kimi holds his hands up in mock defense. you bring your hand to your mouth, poorly hiding your growing smile as they begin to bicker. “nothing! just… made a few tweaks to it.” 

“a few?” george repeats incredulously. 

beside him, max stifles a laugh. he takes a step closer, resting a hand against kimi’s shoulder. it’s all it takes for kimi to break entirely. laughter bubbles out of his chest. it’s a light and airy sound. you can’t help but smile, joining in alongside him. “nice one, kid.” 

max follows along as george mutters something beneath his breath. they bicker in a way that only they can, exchanging snide remarks between one another. their argument falls on deaf ears as you and kimi follow behind, once again falling into tandem. 

you lean in, casually taking kimi’s hand into your own. you don’t miss the flush that spreads across his cheeks. it tints his tan skin ever so slightly, spreading up to the tips of his ears. kimi leans in, closing the distance between you with a small step to the side. “wanna block max’s next?” you whisper. 

kimi’s smile grows. “absolutely.”

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 thank you for the request! i'm sorry it took me literal months to get to, the second half is kinda ass my bad i don't like pranks so i stole this idea from kimi, kinda sorta part two to this fic if you squint

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[niki-phoria]

our fingers fold / entwined, we dream

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ deftones - rosemary

(gn reader / suggestive(ish) / 889 words) you get max's number tattooed

“I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU.”

the corner of MAX VERSTAPPEN’S lips curl into a smirk when he meets your gaze. you watch as his eyes flicker away from the screen and instead land on you. sunlight filters across your living room. he bathes in the golden light, enjoying a rare few weeks off during the summer. 

“yeah?” max shifts slightly, just enough that the fabric of his shorts rides up on the middle of his thigh. you take the opportunity to close the distance. his hands come to rest against your hips, fingertips slipping beneath the hem of his stolen t-shirt. it hangs loosely off of your frame. your breath hitches at the contact. max pretends not to notice how shivers wrack down your spine. “what is it?” 

you catch your teeth between your bottom lip as your hands come to rest against max’s broad shoulders. you can feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. your knees press into the cushions, straddling max between your body and the couch below him. you relish in how his breath catches in response. his grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly — not enough to hurt, not enough to bruise, just enough to be felt. 

you busy your hands with the hair at the nape of max’s neck. your nails gingerly scratch at his scalp, toying with the strands. they’ve grown longer than usual between the gruelling mix of travel and racing and meetings. you’re sure max will drag himself out to a barber sooner or later to trim them back down. but for now, you simply enjoy what you have. 

you lean in, brushing your lips against his neck. max cranes his neck into your touch. you pepper kisses against his skin anywhere you can reach: his jaw, his cheek, the spot behind his ear that you know makes his heart race and his breath catch. you smile to yourself. your lips ghost against the shell of his ear for just a moment. “just wait and see.” 

this time, it’s max who peppers kisses along your neck. your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. your fingertips tangle into his hair properly, occasionally offering a gentle tug against the strands. it earns you a quiet groan that runs through your entire body. you shift your weight on his lap. 

you find yourself repeating a familiar dance. your bodies move in tandem, following a choreography you’ve unintentionally created and memorized as if it’s second nature. your hands wander farther than they should, first down max’s chest and then to his sides. you break apart just long enough to catch your breath. you break just long enough to tug the fabric off of his torso. 

max follows your lead without question. he curls his fingers into the polyester merch you had stolen to sleep in. you catch your breath in a gasp. his hands are warm against your skin when they brush against your ribs. max tosses the shirt somewhere across your apartment, abandoned in the heat of the moment. you’re sure one of your cats will find it at some point, curling into it like a makeshift bed or covering it in fur. still, you refuse to break away from him. 

max’s hands are warm as they trace against your back and along your sides. he only pauses when his gaze lands on a small patch of ink freshly embedded into your skin in the shape of a number three. it sits against the top of your rib, just left of your chest. his fingertips trace along the curves. 

your name escapes max’s lips in a whisper. “when did you get this?” 

“around a week ago.” max’s hand settles just below the ink, caging it between his fingers whilst still leaving it visible. the redness and irritation had since faded away, leaving only the simple design in its place. “wanted to surprise you.” 

max hums. he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss against your skin just below your tattoo. his hands support your body when you arch your back at the feeling. your teeth catch into your bottom lip once again when he rocks his hips upwards until they meet your own. you cling onto him tighter in response, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. 

“you’re incredible,” max murmurs. he presses a few chaste kisses against the column of your neck as his fingers brush against your tattoo. you reward him with another smooth roll of your hips against his own. “really.” 

“so, do you like it?” you ask through a breathy laugh. 

max meets your gaze through half-lidded eyes. his lips curl back into that stupid, signature smirk. your breath catches when his fingertips slip beneath the band of your shorts. he pulls you impossibly closer, limiting the space between your bodies until you’re all but completely lost in the moment. “of course i do.” 

max flips your bodies so your back hits the cushions. the air is stolen from your lungs. he hovers over you like a predator. your eyes flutter shut when max’s lips meet your sternum, slowly trailing down your chest. then your stomach. and then even lower, always promising more. 

his fingertips brush against your side, lingering against the tattoo once again. and you know, he loves it. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 it's been forever since i wrote a max fic my bad guys, idk if this is any good but it's either i post it or it gets deleted so here it is

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[niki-phoria]

What do you think of Jobe Bellingham and Erling Haaland? I think they're super hot.

i don't know much about them tbh guys i only follow football during the world cup lmao but jobe is very fine!!! his smile is so cute

maybe i'll try to get more into the sport in general and see if i like watching games during the regular season. from what i've seen on tiktok erling seems very funny tho i can appreciate a man with a sense of humor

[niki-phoria]

Hi, how are you? I saw that you write about Formula 1 drivers; do you happen to write about soccer players too?

hi!! thank you for the message :)

i don't know much about soccer/football since i only really started following it during the world cup but there are a few players i like!! i'm willing to write fics for lamine yamal, joão félix, and maybe jude bellingham (but i don't know much about him tbh)

feel free to send any reqs you'd like me to write for those three and i promise to do my best writing any fics <3 (and if anyone is interested, i wrote a joão fic a few weeks ago)

[niki-phoria]

bring me back to life, i swear i won't let you down

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ sleeping with sirens - captain tyin knots vs mr walkway (no way)

(gn reader / fluff / 1k words) attractive stuff he does! | oscar version

gives you his jacket

london’s chilly air nips at your exposed skin when you wander through the city’s barren streets. golden light illuminates your way from the streetlights above. the sky above stretches as far as you can see, still painted with hues of grey from the morning fog the city never seemed to shake. 

behind you, lewis laughs softly. “careful, baby,” he calls. he side-steps around the puddle himself before making his way to your side. his arm finds the curve of your waist like its second nature. you clench your jaw just a little tighter when a shiver wracks through you, so cold that you can almost feel the chill in your bones. “are you cold?” 

“only a little,” you shrug. “i forgot to bring a jacket.”

it only takes a second before lewis is moving. you startle slightly when he drapes his own jacket over your shoulders. the effect is immediate — it’s faux fur fabric traps your body heat. you relish in the warmth as much as you don’t want to. 

“lewis-”

“take the jacket, baby,” lewis chuckles. you huff quietly beneath your breath as his hands move to zip it up over your chest. you wrap your hands into the fabric almost on instinct, making yourself comfortable in its warmth. “you’re shivering. i can see the goosebumps on your skin.” 

“thank you,” you mumble. 

lewis leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your temple. your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his touch. your hand finds his own almost instinctively, intertwining your fingers together. “don’t mention it.”

gives you rides home

the club is too dark and too loud. people surround you on all sides. their elbows poke into your ribs and their shoulders knock against your own. you half-stumble your way outside, blinking lazily in your tipsy stupor. moonlight illuminates your path from above. 

lewis finds you first. his braids have been pulled back away from his face into their usual bun, tucked into his cap. a t-shirt hangs loosely from your broad shoulders, complete with an old pair of baggy jeans that have lasted longer than some driver’s careers on the grid. 

you offer a bright, if not crooked smile at the sight. he’s quick to catch you in your drunken haze, wrapping an arm around your waist. your eyes flutter shut as you lean your weight against his chest. you let out a quiet sigh at the feeling of his heartbeat thumping against your ear. “lewis!” 

“hi, baby,” he chuckles. “did you have fun?” 

you hum. “was lots of fun.” you blink up at him lazily with a small smile. lewis raises a hand to gingerly brush a few stray strands of hair away from your face. you eagerly lean into his touch, almost chasing the warmth of his hands. “but i missed you.” 

lewis’s grin only grows. his arm snakes around your waist to rest against your lower back, coaxing you to stumble after him. the metal handle of his ferrari feels cool when he swings the door open. “come on, then. let’s go home.” 

helps you fix your clothes

your bathroom is not big enough for two people. it’s cramped and overflowing with a mix of earrings and towels and the counter doesn’t have enough room for you and lewis to get ready at the same time. your closet is barely better off. nearly your entire wardrobe is littered across your bed in outfits you can’t quite make sense of. 

you’re halfway between tugging off yet another top when lewis catches your wrist in his hand. you can’t help the gasp that escapes you at the feeling. his hands settle on your hips like they belong there, effectively trapping you in place. “relax,” he says quietly. “you’re panicking.” 

“lewis, i’m meeting your parents.” 

he simply hums. his hands run along your sides until they make their way up to your collar. his fingertips brush against the fabric gingerly. your breath hitches when he carefully tucks it into place. it is admittedly a nice change — the feeling of his hands tracing against your skin with so much care. 

“and they love you.” the words leave his lips like they make any sense at all. like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. lewis’s hands come to rest against your shoulders. his fingertips gently press at the pressure points near your neck, carefully soothing the tension from your muscle as much as he can. “because i love you.” 

you sigh quietly. you shift, taking lewis’s hand into your own. you trace your hands against the tattoos littering his skin. the ink stretches across the natural ebbs and flows of his anatomy. “thank you,” you murmur. “i love you, too.” 

makes coffee for you in the morning

you follow the smell of coffee wafting through your apartment like it’s a feast in a cartoon. sunlight streams in through your kitchen windows. beams of light dance across your countertops and stretch across the floor. hues of pink and orange still linger at the edge of the sky, slowly disappearing to give way to the bright blue you had grown so used to day after day. 

lewis smiles brightly when you catch his gaze. you rub a hand at the edge of your eyes, slowly blinking away the stubborn sleepiness of the night. he welcomes you closer with one arm wrapping around your side, almost unconsciously tugging you until you’re half-leaning against his chest. 

“morning, love,” he says, quiet and sweet. lewis’s lips ghost against your hairline when he leans in to press a chaste kiss against your forehead. you hum in response. “too early?” he chuckles. 

“‘m still asleep,” you mumble. your voice is hoarse and deep. the syllables scratch against the dryness of your throat. you grimace at the feeling, tucking yourself even closer to lewis as if to hide from the feeling. “the sun hasn’t even risen yet.”

“it has,” lewis replies. a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. his fingertips slip beneath the hem of your t-shirt, tapping rhythmically against your hipbone. you sigh softly at the feeling. you train your gaze on the floor in a poor attempt to blink yourself awake. “come on. i made you coffee.”

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[niki-phoria]

hiii, loved ur recent fic with kimi! could u write something about male/gn driver reader with kimi in his yatch for the summer break? ty if u can and have a great day!

now that we have the world in front of us / we're never turning back

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ sleeping with sirens - the left side of everywhere

(gn!reader / fluff / 498 words) relaxing together on kimi's yacht

THE WAVES LAP LAZILY AGAINST THE BOAT’S EDGE, PULSATING WITH THE STEADY RHYTHM OF THE TIDE. sunlight sparkles along the sea. you can feel its warmth against your back. you tuck your head against your crossed arms, shifting on the beach chairs set out on the edge of the boat. 

you let your eyes flutter shut, letting the slow rocking of the sea slowly lull you into a peaceful sleep. a soft sigh escapes your parted lips. the season had been hard on you — and KIMI ANTONELLI, too. the months of pressure and travel had taken a toll on both of your bodies. the summer was a welcome break in your otherwise relentlessly busy lives. 

somewhere beside you, kimi poorly stifles a chuckle beneath his breath. the bottom of the chair dips slightly when he comes to sit on the edge. its plastic does its best not to give beneath your combined weight. “are you comfortable?” 

you hum. kimi raises a hand, tracing his fingers against the expanse of your back. his nails gently scratch against your skin. his fingertips run along the large expanse of defined muscle. shivers run down your spine at the feeling. your breath hitches. “kimi,” you whisper. 

he smiles softly. you twist just enough to crane your head to the side, finally meeting kimi’s gaze once again. his eyes shine the color of caramel in the sunlight. stray curls frame his sunkissed skin. he looks happier on the beach. more relaxed. it almost brings you back to when you first met him. 

you were just kids, then, wearing opposite-colored race suits but sharing the same dream. his hair was longer and straighter. your presence was smaller and quieter. but your on-track battles were just as fiery. 

and now, you found yourself relaxing in his arms all the same. 

you shuffle to the side of the chair, curling yourself into the edge of the chair. kimi follows your lead, sliding into place beside you. one arm finds the natural curve of your waist whilst he tucks his free hand beneath your head. his fingertips slip beneath the band of your swimsuit like second nature, gingerly trailing against your hipbone. 

“careful,” you murmur. you catch his wrist in your hand but don’t tug him away entirely. kimi meets your gaze with a small smirk. you lean into his touch when he leans in, peppering a few kisses against the column of your throat. your hand finds the back of his neck, gently carding into the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“kimi,” you whisper. he hums against your skin like a warning. like a promise. he pulls away just enough to meet your gaze through half-lidded eyes. “they’re watching us, you know. we’re not in monaco anymore.” 

“good,” kimi murmurs. he leans in, pressing another chaste kiss against your forehead. you lean into his touch, eagerly chasing the warmth from his calloused hands. his thumb swipes against your cheekbone. you sigh softly. “let them.” 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and always appreciated <3 thank you so much for the req!! i had this idea forever ago i'm so glad you sent this message, so sorry it's short and so bad i have no motivation guys ugh

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[niki-phoria]

this summer break needs to end already omg 💔💔

i knowww but at least motogp is back!! and we have grill the grid. tbh after the season ends is always the worst for me bc there's always a drop in content before racing starts again

at least the drivers are feeding us with all their beach and yacht photos lmao

[niki-phoria]

Hellllooooo!! (,,> ᴗ <,,)

Can i request kimi x male reader where reader is a really skilled f1 driver but theyre also an university student so theyre just in a constant loop of trying to keep their grades up/consistent and perform good enough in races (and kimi and him are seen as ‘rivals’ in the grid) to not let people who support him down—so like maybe after another race theyre hanging out (in a hotel or home whatever u’d like tbh!) and kimi is just trying to hang out w his bf but reader is persistent about studying……you can do whatever u want w the story i compeletely trust ur vision!! sorry if this was a bit messy 😓😓😓😓😓

(side note: I absolutely LOVE your works!!! You’re so amazing🥹🥹Have a good day/night, and sorry for the trouble!!)

as you fall fast asleep, it reminds me / of the slow symphonies behind me

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ pierce the veil - chemical kids and mechanical brides

(gn! uni student! f1 driver! reader / fluff / 1k words) kimi pulls you away from your homework to cuddle

"YOU'RE CRAZY."

KIMI ANTONELLI scoffs beneath his breath when he enters your shared hotel room. light briefly filters in through the hallway behind him. it stretches across the floor, shattering the darkness your eyes had grown accustomed to, for better or worse. 

the door closes behind him with a loud click! he maneuvers around the room until he reaches the desk, turning on the small lamp in the corner. you flinch at the sudden influx of golden light. your eyes protest when you squint, still trying to make out the mess of words dancing across your computer screen. at least, until kimi reaches over, taking your left hand into his own. 

“kimi—”

“no, you can’t be serious about studying right now.” kimi’s hand finds your jaw, turning you in the hotel’s rolling chair until your body is facing his. he’s still in his mercedes team kit. the fabric, once loose on his frame, now curls tightly around his biceps. stray curls poke out from beneath the hem of his royal blue cap. his eyes are tired the way they always are after a hard race. 

“i wasn’t studying,” you protest weakly. your gaze falls away, almost ashamed. you try to ignore how he leans in even closer. the thought is enough to send butterflies throughout your stomach. “i was just… finishing an essay.” 

kimi murmurs your name through a soft sigh. his hand moves to instead cup your cheek, gently coaxing you to raise your head once again. you oblige just enough to meet his gaze. kimi smiles softly. the corners of his lips curl upwards into a small grin. his face is flushed, likely from the hours you had spent in the sun giving interviews and taking photos with fans at the track. 

“you’re impossible,” he whispers, almost fondly. you offer a sheepish grin in return, sparing a glance back at your still half-finished essay. whatever ideas and half finished sentences had been plaguing your mind had now almost entirely disappeared. instead, you busy yourself with leaning into the feeling of kimi’s touch. 

his hand gingerly strokes against your cheekbone, tracing over the expanse of your skin. you can’t help the quiet sigh that escapes your lips. admittedly, your head had begun to ache about an hour ago. the sharp pounding against your temple was a far less appreciated distraction from your work. 

“when is the assignment due?” kimi asks. 

“few days,” you mumble. “wanted to finish it before we leave so i don’t have to worry about it on the plane.” 

kimi frowns. his hand shifts again, now moving to brush a few stray hairs away from your face. his nails gently massage at your scalp. the feeling sends shivers racing down your spine. 

“come take a break, at least,” he finally says. “let me have you for a little while.” 

his offer makes you pause. you glance back at your still-open computer. the screen has gone dark from inactivity, now filtering through the screensaver. your shoulders had begun to ache at some point and your back was beginning to cry out from the uncomfortable hunched position you had undertaken without noticing. kimi notices, sealing the deal with a small kiss pressed against your forehead. 

you nod, finally giving in to your body’s need for a break. kimi takes the opportunity to close your computer as you stand. his arm finds the small of your back as he guides you towards the single bed in the middle of the room. it was a bit of a tight fit, but you could never complain if it meant curling up with kimi. 

you shuffle beneath the sheets almost in a daze. kimi is quick to follow. he tugs his team kit off for the first time since the morning, leaving him in nothing more than an old pair of your sweatpants. he reaches over, tucking the blanket around your body and tugging you to lay against his chest. 

you sigh contently, drumming your fingertips against kimi’s bare chest. his skin is warm beneath you. his heart beats steadily beneath your ear. you wonder if your breathing is synced along to its rhythm. 

“the press asked about you again,” kimi murmurs, tentatively breaking the silence. his hand wanders beneath your shirt to rest against your back. you had grown accustomed to his constant need for physical contact but the feeling sends shivers racing down your spine nonetheless. 

“yeah?” you blink up at him lazily. your hand finds the thin string of his necklace, absentmindedly twisting it between your fingers. “anything new?” 

kimi shakes his head. “just more rumors about our rivalry.” you can feel his hand move against your back, beginning to trace miscellaneous shapes against your skin. “someone asked if you resent that i’m leading the championship right now.” 

you can’t help but laugh, then. you glance up at him, failing to bite back an amused smile. “resent?” you repeat. “that’s a strong word.” 

kimi chuckles. “i know. i was surprised, too.” 

“you know it’s all just gossip, right? i won’t let anything happen to us.” 

for a moment, kimi stays silent. he looks down at you, lips curling into a soft, fond smile. your eyes flutter shut on instinct when he leans in, gently pressing his lips against your own. your mouths move in a familiar dance. you each take and give until your lungs are burning for air. kimi’s hand comes up to cup your jaw. he tilts your head to the side as his tongue glides against your bottom lip. you gasp into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to pull you even closer. 

you’re almost panting when you finally break the kiss. kimi’s hands roam, coaxing you until he’s hovering over your body, pinning you against the mattress. your breath hitches when his lips ghost against your neck. 

“i love you,” he murmurs. the words vibrate against your skin. your hands tangle into the curls at the nape of his neck, constantly chasing after his touch. you’re barely able to repeat the phrase yourself before kimi is stealing your breath away, silencing all of your worries for the rest of the night. 

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[niki-phoria]

i only need one hand to drive when you're with me / you are my getaway

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ pierce the veil - yeah boy and doll face

(gn reader / comfort / 711 words) hungary 2026 comforting oscar after a hard race

OSCAR PIASTRI ENTERS HIS DRIVERS ROOM CARRYING THE WEIGHT OF YET ANOTHER DISAPPOINTING RACE. he’s still frustrated — you can tell by the way he grits his teeth. his jaw is tight and his shoulders are uncomfortably set. you’re almost able to feel the tension in his muscles, keeping his entire body tight. his head aches. there’s a violent pounding against his temples. the feeling only makes his irritation grow. 

“osc,” you murmur. your voice is quiet, almost overpowered entirely by the voice in his own head. you’re standing in front of him, now. your eyebrows are furrowed slightly and your lips have tugged into a small frown at the corners. 

a second passes. then two. oscar stares down at his shoes like he’ll be able to reverse time if he tries hard enough. he can feel your gaze on him. your eyes scan his features, taking in the sight of the exhausted man before you. stray strands of his disheveled hair fall into his view. each breath is strangled, like he has to force the air into his lungs. 

slowly, you raise your hand to cup his face. your touch is soft. you gingerly trace your fingertips against his cheekbone, trailing against his flushed skin. “oscar,” you repeat, a little louder now. you coax his head upwards just enough to encourage his gaze to meet your own. 

his gaze carries a deep exhaustion that makes your own chest hurt. your hand falls from his cheek to instead rest against the column of his neck, settling just beneath his jaw. oscar takes a shaky breath, finally letting some of the tension escape. relief immediately floods through him at the little moment of relaxation. 

you carefully tread your fingers into the hair at the nape of oscar’s neck, gently scratching at his scalp. you tangle your hand into the overgrown strands, twisting them into little loops around your fingers. oscar shuffles ever so closer, letting his head fall against your shoulder. his hands come to rest against your hips, almost as if he’s using your body to keep himself steady. 

“let’s go sit down,” you murmur. you take a step back, coaxing oscar to follow your lead as you guide him back towards the couch. oscar follows you like a man blind. he blinks lazily, watching as you sit on the edge. “come here, osc.” 

for once, oscar moves without thinking. he half-stumbles onto the couch, stretching his body across the cushions. he can feel its metal framing through the cushions. they’ve been worn down through years of use as evidenced by the patches where the color has worn off. it’s not the most comfortable piece of furniture, but it’s enough for now. 

stray strands of oscar’s hair tickle against your skin when he lays his head in your lap. he curls his right hand against his chest and raises his left to rest against your thigh. a quiet sigh escapes him. you shiver at the feeling of his breath ghosting against your skin. 

“you did all you could today,” you say. oscar’s eyes flutter shut as you slowly begin to rake your fingers through his hair. your nails gingerly scratch against his scalp. the feeling sends shivers racing down his spine. 

“doesn’t feel like it,” oscar says quietly. his voice is gruff. it comes out as little more than a whisper, almost as if he’s ashamed. he opens his eyes once again, staring ahead at the blank wall. he lets his eyes go blurry. the off-white paint blurs until the world becomes little more than unfocused shapes. “i was so close.” 

“i know.” oscar lets his eyes flutter shut, allowing darkness to overtake his world. he turns just enough to hide his face against your thigh. his grip on your leg tightens ever so slightly. his fingertips trace miscellaneous shapes against your skin. “you gave it everything today. and i’m so proud of you. no matter what.” 

your lips brush against his temple, soft and sweet and more careful than he deserves. your movements never cease, still gently massaging the tension away from his body. the pounding in his head disappears into little more than an ache in his temples. slowly, his breath evens out. 

and for once, oscar lets himself forget. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 not super happy with this tbh (?) very self indulgent bc yesterday's race was a journey oh man, mclaren bring back the white race suits pls he looks so fine in white (my wife)

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[niki-phoria]

Not a request but ive been reading ur fics for years and i just wanted to tell you how much i (and probably countless other people) absolutely love and appreciate and enjoy ur writing and fics so much🥹🥹🙏🙏 just wanted to say it!!! ^^ have a gdayy

thank you so much this means the world to me :') thank you all for sticking around during my journey (especially those of you who have been here for years!!) i'm so glad that so many people still enjoy my silly fanfics <3 i hope i've been able to bring some happiness to you all the way you have for me

[niki-phoria]

the life may leave my lungs / but my heart will stay with you

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ bring me the horizon - deathbeds

(gn reader / fluff / 1k words) attractive stuff he does :)

leaving his hand on your lower back to guide you

the paddock becomes a living creature on race weekends. the crowd swarms around you, little more than a series of flashing cameras and a blur of people calling your name from all sides. someone’s eyes are on you everywhere you look. you almost feel small before their prying gazes. your stomach churns at the thought of having to fight your way through the crowd, already stuck somewhere in your own head. 

beside you, oscar darts away from a reporter to close the distance between you. “stay close,” he murmurs. his hand slips to wrap around your waist like second nature. his hand settles against your hip, pulling you into his side until your shoulders brush with each step. oscar leans in so close that his breath ghosts against the shell of your ear. 

you steal a quick glance at him before your eyes dart back to the mob of cameras surrounding you on all sides. it’s almost surreal to watch how they follow your every move, no doubt flickering every single second. “there’s so many people here,” you say quietly. 

“don’t worry.” the corners of his lips curl up into a small smile — one just reserved for you. oscar leans so close that his lips just barely brush against your temple. “i’ve got you.”

using his hand to block the counter when you bend down

you don’t notice it. neither does oscar — lando does. 

the mclaren hospitality unit has lost much of its liveliness, settling into a somewhat peaceful post-race haze. debriefs and press duties and meetings had stretched well into the night. the sun has fully dipped below the horizon, leaving only a few stars sparkling in the dark skies above. 

you’re only semi-conscious of lando’s voice from across the table. he’s talking about an overtake on the back straight, complete with big hand gestures and a larger-than-life animation to his movements. oscar nods along beside you, only occasionally adding his own commentary when lando pauses for breath. 

at some point you lean down, fingertips tugging at the laces of your shoes. your body contorts as you fold yourself in half in an attempt to readjust their feeling around your feet. lando’s story abruptly stops. the sentence instead collapses into a soft chuckle. 

you sit up, only slightly confused by the sudden change. lando grins fondly but you don’t miss the teasing glint in his eyes. “mate,” he says, pointing across the table at oscar. “you don’t even realize you’re doing it, do you?” 

“doing what?” 

“you’re blocking the table’s edge with your hand,” lando explains. “you didn’t even break eye-contact when you moved.” 

oscar turns, glancing at his hand as if it doesn’t belong to him. his fingers are curled around the table, effectively blocking the corner’s sharp edges. his arm is outstretched towards your side.

you smile softly. oscar simply shrugs, though you don’t miss his bashful smile. “didn’t want you to hit your head,” he explains. “just in case.” 

you lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “thank you, osc.” you pretend not to notice the way the tips of his ears burn a deep shade of red or how he turns away from you, biting back a larger grin. 

“simp,” lando mutters. 

including you in conversations — even when they’re unrelated to you

sponsor events were always a drag. there were only so many pointless introductions you could exchange and glasses of overly expensive champagne you could drown your boredom in before you began to feel unsteady on your feet, just aching to go home. 

the ballroom is too cold and too humid for your liking. shivers raise along your bare skin as you offer yet another tight-lipped smile to a businessman you don’t recognize. you’ve been standing for too long, bouncing around between making idle small talk when oscar is pulled away and zoning out in the corner. 

the curtains are too long, dragging against the floor. the chandelier hasn’t been dusted in months. the waiters wander around you in circles, as if practicing a choreographed dance all of their own. you anxiously drum your fingers against your glass of champagne, willing the time to pass just a little bit faster. 

you almost startle when oscar returns to your side, sliding an arm around your waist like it’s second nature. an older man in a tailored suit follows him, effectively dragging your attention away from the furniture and misplaced decor. 

“this is my partner,” oscar introduces, gesturing to you briefly. you repeat the same pleasantries you have all night — shake his hand firmly, but not too tight, muster up the biggest smile you can, nod along as miscellaneous points, awkwardly chuckle when oscar does. 

you let their words flow in and out of your ears, little more than background noise. that is until oscar’s grip around your waist tightens ever so slightly, dragging you back into reality just quickly enough for you to register his words. “actually, my partner is interested in that as well,” oscar says with a soft smile. “right, babe?” 

making space for you in his life

“do you want anything from the store?” 

oscar glances up at you from his phone, eyebrows furrowing as he thinks the question over. he shakes his head after a moment. he shuts his phone off with one click before setting it down on the table in front of him. “no, i don’t think so. what are you planning to get?”

“i ran out of shampoo,” you shrug. “and i need some other stuff, too.” 

oscar blinks at you. “check under the cabinet, on the right side. i got another bottle for you a while back.” 

his words make you stop in your tracks entirely. you pause, turning to face him with wide eyes. he looks younger in the mornings — more human. the wear of the day hasn’t yet taken its toll. his movements are slightly more sluggish than usual and his voice rasps at the ends. a t-shirt hangs off his broad shoulders. an old pair of sweatpants drag along the floor behind each step. 

it’s domestic. almost sickeningly so. you can feel butterflies swarm throughout your stomach. your heart beats wildly in your chest. heat flushes your face. you can’t help the way your lips curl into an almost unconscious smile, overwhelmed by the casual affection underlying his actions.

“really?” 

oscar simply shrugs. he leans in to steal a kiss like it’s the easiest thing in the world. his lips are soft when they meet your own. you find yourself chasing the feeling, even unconsciously. “didn’t want you to run out.” 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 if this is incoherent it's bc i only got four hours of sleep to watch spa live (congrats kimi!!) i'm obsessed with this picture he's so cute, inspo from this fic by @sof1rs :)

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