#mika's love 💕

[mikalovesmusic]

I never understood the appeal with those demon!James Hetfield x reader fics until I started looping Loverman

Like excuse me sir???? The low voice??? WHEN HE SPELLS LOVERMAN??? "Oh, yes I do" WHERE DID MY CLOTHES GO???? "I got a masterplan to take off your dress" YOU DONT NEED TO PLAN IT, JUST PLAY THE SONG AND IT GOES ALL THE WAY DOWN.

[theflyingfeeling]

say something nice about Finland, Tre Kronor? 🥺

[sweetsuke]

assorted enstars magma doodles :3

[2truehearts]

I hope you received Ayatos hug and also mine now!!

Hugs you tightly and never lets you go <33❤️❤️

I love you 💞💞

IVE BEEN SCREAMUNG FOR THE PAST MINUTE BC I DID OMG VI IM SISVSJSJJSVSKDVSMSGAKHSJSBDY

HUGS U BACK AND PATS UR BACK I LOVE U TOOOO 💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[mika-0730]

gay + soup + sunshine + why

🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕

[pittsick]

hi mika!!!! u know how much i'm a sucker for metalhead!art so i was wondering how he'd react to someone walking in on him and reader in the green room after a show??

oh i love love love this so much 🤭 so glad you like him bub, i’m very happy hehe 💕

You don’t even remember how it started—just that the show had ended and Art had you pressed against the wall of the green room, tasting your mouth like he needed it to survive. He hadn’t even taken his corpse paint off yet. His lips were still smeared with black, sweat painting his chest under the open vest, hair sticking to his neck.

The high of the performance had him twitchy and wired, and the second you looked at him too long—really looked at him—it was over.

He bent you over the vanity, growling low in your ear, breath hot with leftover adrenaline. “You come to every show like this just to get ruined after, huh?”

You couldn’t answer—not with his fingers in your mouth and his hips rolling against you slow, teasing, mean. The air smelled like sweat, smoke, metal polish, and the faint sweetness of your perfume—his favorite scent on the planet. It always clung to your skin, the ones he loved to sniff, nose buried in your throat.

The door cracked open just as he had his cock deep inside you and was muttering filth against your neck, about how he wanted to make you cry just from being filled up.

There was a pause.

Then a sharp “Oh—shit Art, dude, sorry!” as someone slammed it back shut.

You froze, but Art didn’t.

He just laughed, low and wicked, lips stretched in that crooked grin that always meant trouble. “Didn’t lock the door,” he murmured, not the least bit flustered. “Guess that’s on me.”

His pace didn’t stop. If anything, it got slower. Dirtier.

He tilted your chin back so you could look in the mirror—so you could see yourself getting fucked, mascara smudged, mouth open, tears threatening your lashes. “They saw you like this,” he said, like it was holy. “They’ll remember.”

Art loves being watched. Loves you being watched, more than anything. That you’re his, that you fall apart for him, that someone saw you mid-moan with his hand knotted in your hair—it only makes him harder. He whispers about it even after the door slams. “Bet they’re jerking off right now, thinking about what they saw. Thinking about you.”

And it doesn’t embarrass him. It excites him. You can feel it in the way he kisses you after, all possessive and sticky, corpse paint smeared on your skin like a brand.

[muwapsturniolo]

✯𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 3✯

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐩𝐆𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! mentions of camming, blowjobs, spit, little bit of sub!matt. that's all i think of let me know if i forgot something.

MPT1, GPT1, MPT2, GPT2,

"Can’t wait to see you again, maybe this time you won’t be as shy and you will actually look at me 💕"

Matt has been staring at those word for what seems like days, but in reality was really 30 minutes. He didn't know if he wanted to jump in excitement, or crawl into a hole and never come out.

He knew she caught a glimpse of his face in the diner, however, he didn't think she would recognize him and choose him as the winner. Part of him was hoping that she got too many submissions and would miss his, finding someone better than him.

There had to have been someone better than him. After all, he was nothing but a virgin who kept his head in books and the occasional video game. He wasn't experienced in her extracurricular activities.

So why did she pick hi-Mika.

Mika must have been with Y/n when going through the submissions and noticed Matt, thus being the reason he was picked.

Mika probably thinks he's some kind of freak for watching her best friend's streams. They were probably laughing at him right now, Mika going on to tell Y/n all about how they had to teach him how to take a picture of his dick.

He's mortified.

His phone ringing pulls him out of his thoughts, he glances over and his heart drops seeing the contact name.

Mika

Is she calling to make fun of him? To call him a perv for entering in a contest to win a date with a cam girl?

He shakily answers the call and places it on speaker, his voice cracking.

"H-hello?''

"Matt we need your help!"

We?

"With wh-So I'm at my friend's place and her camera is acting stupid! I know you are majoring in film so I was wondering if you could come over and help?"

He debates on helping, not really wanting to face Mika and the sheer embarrassment that she knows about the contest. "I-I don't know Mika I'm pre-Please Matt? I really need my camera fixed."

An all too familiar voice flows through the phone making Matt tense.

The voice was a bit higher pitched, the words whiny, but also sultry.

Y/n

He swallows harshly as he begins to sweat, he wasn't expecting to hear her voice at all. "Please Matt? I'll pay you."

Her words have an underlying tone that makes Matt all the more nervous.

"I- Ok...Yeah, I'll come help." He looks at himself in the mirror and grimaces at his outfit and hair. He had just gotten out of the shower not too long ago, his hair still partially wet and his pajamas on.

"Perfect! I'll have Mika send you the address! bye, pretty boy!"

Matt feels his face warm at the nickname, loving how it made him feel.

His phone lights up with text stating the address and his eyes widen.

They live in the same apartment building.

How did he never notice they lived in the same building? he's on the third floor and she's on the fourth, he should have noticed. How have they never run into each other?

He chooses not to dwell too much on it, and rushes out of his apartment, heading right towards the elevator.

He arrives at the door and shakily raises his hand, knocking on the wooden frame. Not even a second later it swings open, Mika standing in front of him.

He quickly notices the girl behind her, dressed in a pair of skimpy blue shorts and a matching tube top. It’s something about the brown girl in blue that does something to him.

Y/n catches him staring and smirks to herself, purposely crossing her arms so her boobs are pushed up. “Matt?” He snaps out of his trance and looks back to Mika

"S-sorry, what did you say?"

Mika rolls her eyes and pulls him inside, slamming the door in the process. "OK so I have to run and grab the food we ordered, I shouldn't be long. You two get the camera fixed." Mika quickly exits the apartment, leaving the two alone.

Y/n smirks as Matt refuses to look at her, his finger twitching as he becomes antsy. She takes a few steps until she's right in front of him, "You ok Matt? You look a bit sick."

'I-I'm fine-" He clears his throat and finally looks up, making brief eye contact before looking around the apartment. "-where's the camera?" He completely ignores her question, just wanting to fix the camera. the quicker he finishes his job, the quicker he can leave and be able to breathe properly.

She motions toward the hallway, a mischievous glint in her eye,

"my bedroom."

His mouth runs dry as she grabs his hand, guiding him to the bedroom he's seen multiple times through a screen. Y/n looks back at him and giggles, "What you've never been in a girl's bedroom before?'' Her question makes him blush, his hair falling in his face as he looks down. He quickly walks over to the bed, grabbing the camera. He looks over it, trying to see exactly what the problem is. He doesn't find anything so he averts his gaze to Y/n who's already looking at him.

"Um, what exactly is wrong with it?"

"It's not focusing and every time we take a picture, it doesn't save." Her words are whiny, a sense of urgency in her voice. He hums and looks back at the camera, turning it on and trying to see what she's talking about. He raises it up and focuses on a random doll on her nightstand. As she watches Matt get distracted by the camera, she takes the time to look him up and down.

She figures he just got out of the shower, seeing that his hair is wet and dripping onto his pink shirt. His sweatpants hang low on his waist, showing the band of his boxers.

He looks good.

“Are you going to accept the date.”

Her words make Matt fumble with the camera and drop it on the bed. She giggles and takes a step closer to him, her sweet perfume making its way through his nostrils and invading his senses.

“W-what?”

“The date Matt, are you going to accept?”

He swallows harshly, wiping his sweaty palms on his sweatpants. “I-I don’t know.”

She frowns at his answer, she was expecting him to say yes. Matt notices the look on her face and begins to panic, “n-not that I don’t want to! You’re great! I-I’m just n-nervous…”

“About what?”

“You..”

Y/n tilts her head to the side.

He’s nervous about her?

“Me? Why are you nervous about me?” She watches as he looks everywhere but at her, even going as far as taking a step back. She smiles and takes a step towards him, watching as he swallows harshly.

She delicately trails her hand over his tattooed arm, allowing her nails to gently scratch over the black ink. "Are you nervous right now?" She looks up at him, enjoying the anxious look on his face.

"Y-Y no..." He lies softly. The girl hums and cocks her head to the side, "You sure? You seem really nervous. Maybe I could help you with that." She gently pushes him down on the bed, immediately dropping to her knees. Matt quickly adjusts his glasses and looks down at her with wide eyes.

If it wasn't already, his heart was definitely pounding out of his chest. He feels his mouth run dry as she places her hands on his thighs, rubbing over his sweatpants slowly. She chuckles under her breath as she watches the tent rise in front of her, "Someone excited."

She slowly inches her hands toward the tent, pulling it away at the last minute. "You know, I really enjoyed your video Matt."

"Y-you did?" He curses as his voice cracks, the tension in the room making him shake slightly.

"Mhm, I loved the setup you had, I loved the way you pulled your sweats down and started to tease yourself slowly, building up your release. I loved the way you moaned and whimpered my name, begging your mommy, to let you cum. I didn't take you as a mommy kink person."

Matt is breathing harshly at this point, nothing but dirty thoughts that have his face turning red intruding his mind. He doesn't understand how Y/n manages to look so innocent when she's on her knees in front of him and talking about him masturbating.

" But you want to know what I really loved?"

He sucks in a sharp breath when she finally lays her hand on his tent, palming him gently.

"How big you were. You should have seen how wet I got when I saw it. I imagined how it felt in me, the way it would slip in so easily. The thoughts became so intense I ended up playing with myself." she admits without a care in the world. She was a sucker for dirty talk, the erotic words always going straight to her core as her brain managed to develop the images as if she was in a dark room with a Polaroid.

She could tell the titillating words were getting to him as well, him now sitting there nonverbal and only breathing raggedly.

"Can I see?" She asks in faux innocence, her hand still moving against his tent at an agonizingly slow pace.

He wants to say yes so bad, he would be an absolute fucking dumbass not to, but he's worried about Mika walking through the door and catching them. Y/n notices the way his eyes frantically switch between her and the door, finding it amusing that he's worried about being caught.

"Don't worry about Mika. Let me help you relax," her hands go toward the knot on his sweats, taking her time untying them before pulling them down gently.

He's wearing a pair of blue boxers that happen to sheer against his growing bulge, a dark spot sitting where his tip lays from precum. She lays her head on his thigh, beginning to palm over him once again before circling the nail of her index finger against the covered tip. Matt bites his lip in trepidation, his skin getting hot as she teases him.

He whimpers as she plants feather-like kisses on his tip through the cotton material, her tongue darting out and licking a fat strip over the tent not long after.

She's going to be the death of him, he's sure of it.

Before he knows it, her fingers are hooked into the waistband of his boxers and they are being pulled down, his cock swinging up and hitting him in his abdomen.

Just like the other night, Y/n can feel her mouth watering and an ache forming in between her legs.

It's even more appealing in person.

She wraps her hand around the base and moves closer, planting a small kiss on his tip. She looks up at Matt and maintains eye-contact as she gathers a bunch of spit in her mouth, soon opening the orifice and sticking her tongue out.

Matt flinches as the warm saliva drips onto his tip, his fingers twitching at the sensation of it running down the side of his aching cock.

She uses the spit as a natural lube and begins to move her hand up and down, making sure to work him slowly so he won't cum fast. She plans on dragging this out as long as she could.

Matt's eyes flutter shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip harshly as he holds back a moan. This was a whole new experience for him, only having started masturbating a few months ago. He was used to his own hand, and setting his own pace, but this?

This was a feeling that he knew he would chase till the end of time.

Her hand feels completely different from his, the skin a bit softer as well as the touch. Her movements were fluid, yet staggered at the same time.

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

His eyes snap open feeling her lips suddenly engulf his tip. He lets a low groan escape his throat as her tongue swirls around the red mushroom top.

She hums, watching as the vibrations make him shiver. It's not long before she decides to take him fully in her mouth, hallowing out her cheeks. Matt lets out a choked gasp at the unfamiliar feeling.

"Oh fu-ck!" His hands have an iron grip on the pink duvet as she proceeds to bob her head up and down. He doesn't know what to focus on.

Does he focus on her mouth and hallowed out cheeks? Or does he focus on the way her tongue is gliding against the side of his dick?

He truly doesn't know considering his mind is all over the place, the only thing he can focus on being this newfound pleasure.

The lewd slurping sounds along with Matt's moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls drive Y/n even more. She keeps her eyes trained on Matt as she takes him all the way down her throat, watching him close his eyes and throw his head back. His moans go straight to her core, but she does nothing about it, her only goal as of right now is to give Matt the best head of his life.

And she's doing just that.

She speeds up her motion of bobbing, enjoying watching him crumble above her.

Matt feels like the soul is being sucked out of him, quite literally. His breathing speeds up and his knuckles remain a sickly white as his stomach begins to cave in on itself.

"Shit I'm close- Oh fuck please!" He begs, unintentionally bucking his hips further into her mouth.

She hums once again, making Matt damn near cry as the vibrations send him over the edge.

His head falls forward, his jaw dropping as his eyes close. Y/n keeps bobbing her head, moaning as she begins to taste the semi-salty liquid coating her taste buds.

Matt whimpers as she proceeds to suck him off, the overstimulation quickly becoming too much. His thighs begin to shake and he finally speaks, "s'too much!"

Y/n slowly stops bobbing her head and pulls away from him with a pop, a thin string of spit and cum attaching itself to his cock and her lips.

Matt swallows harshly and pants as he lifts his head, watching with hazy eyes as Y/n licks her lips.

"You look more relaxed now," she teases, a sly smile making its way on to her face as she manages to still look at him innocently.

Before either of them could say anything else, they hear the front door only a few feet away swing open.

"I'm back and I got Chinese food!"

Y/n quickly stands to her feet as Matt hastily grabs at his boxers and pants, the two trying to put themselves together quickly. Just as the two manage to look presentable, Mika walks into the room.

"Sorry it took me so long, they fucked up the original order and they had to remake it, but they let me keep the fucked up one so now we have double the food!" Y/n nods, trying to act completely normal.

"Matt why are you so red?" Mika asks looking at the boy who is in fact red in the face. "i-it's just hot..." He attempts to lie, hoping Mika will just drop it. Fortunately for him, the girl does in fact drop it, too hungry to care.

"Ok well lets eat. Matt you want to stay? We have more than enough food." Matt freezes at the offer.

He would like to stay, but he doesn't know if he physically could. He just got the blowjob of his life from the girl of his dreams, he doesn't know if he would be mentally able to sit and eat with her.

He would probably combust.

"yeah, Matt stay! " Y/n begs, that mischievous glint returning in her eyes.

"I-ok," he gives in easily, finding it hard to say no to the girl and her puppy dog eyes. She smiles and grabs his hand, leading him to the kitchen. They stop in front of her fridge and she swings the door open, bending over directly in front of him.

Matts eyes widen feeling her ass rub against him, "what do you want to drink?" She asks as if she's not teasing.

She's going to be the death of him.

alright, i finally gave yall pt 3😭 this was supposed to only be three parts but i feel bad for posting without @guccifrog so when pookie comes back imma give yall a pt 4💀 i hope yall enjoy

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🍑: @mattslolita @thenickgirl @guccifrog @luverboychris @zayyluvz @mrsmiagreer @chrisssluttywaist @78yaz @hoesformatt @freshloveforthefit @3lizaluvs @mattsturniolosgirlfriend @jetaimevous @luxy-nyx @ts-is-my-spirt-animal @iihrtsturniol0 @idontexistman @katw4shereee @madisturn @starlace111 @zivall @adoreindie @imwetforyourmom @sturnsxplr-25 @sturncakez @theyluvme-2315 @moonk1ss3d

special tags: @lovetriplets @summerssover @m0r94n @certifiednatelover @mattsturniololoverr @luvulots @nena1256

[joydoesathing]

hallooo💗💗💗do u have any nacho headcannons,like his family,his relationship with his ex,with anatolli etc ?only if u want ofc💓💓,also the last art of him it's extremely beautiful,all my german friends agree 💕💕💕💕( srry for bad english i don't think google translate translates so good)

have a good day/night💓💓🙏,at us in germany now it's 8:45 PM in Berlin kissesss🎀

thank you and i hope you have a great day/evening too

so here's a short list of some of my hc for the mikaelys boys (i'll just throw in my headcanons for anatolii while i'm at it)

Nacho

A friendly and mild-mannered man that gets along with people but is sometimes known to be a bit of a nervous wreck at times.

He dotes quite a lot on Anatolii (when he first started of as a single father, he didn't really have the time to bond with Anatolii because he had to work a lot more now that he had a son to care for and he didn't really know how to balance his time for work and for Anatolii. When he's gotten the hang of managing his time a year or two later, he wasted no time to start providing Anatolii with all the affection and love he needed)

When he was younger, he was quite a troublemaker and had bad company for "friends". But ever since he stepped up as a dad, he has long since cut them off and manned up.

He isn't really up for dating or getting into a relationship with people; not ever since the trainwreck of a relationship he had with Frances. He does feel really guilty about the whole thing, so he decided to dedicate himself to put Anatolii's wants and needs before his as a form of atonement.

When he and Frances were dating when they were younger, he didn't really take their relationship seriously. Now that he looks back, he probably thinks it's just his imagination, but, could he possibly now still have lingering feelings for her..?

He has a large scar on his lower back from the "incident" with Frances.

Currently, Frances and him are on neutral terms. He gets super nervous and awkward when he sees her but when Anatolii does interact with Frances, he can't help but ask his son what was Frances like or how's she doing etc.

Anatolii

He may act and look quite cold, uncaring and unfriendly, but he's really a sweet boy (he doesn't smile a lot but he's good-natured)

Performs really well at school so he's quite smart

He plays football and collects matchbox cars as a hobby.

Also really likes model trains.

Though he may not look like it, he really looks up to his dad more than anyone. He tries to learn how to do things by himself quicker to not be a burden to his dad and also to sometimes earn his dad's praise.

He lived his life not knowing who his mother is, but he's been quite hesitant to pry his dad into talking about it because Nacho would always look quite pained when he does try to talk about it. Nacho has always told Anatolii that, his mother always have and will continue to love him, it's just that there's a certain problem that's keeping her away from them. Out of love for his dad, he just took his word for it.

[bachshot]

jude !!!!!

congratulations on 100 followers, this is so deserved and i hope your account continues to grow more and more because you are so talented and nice 🫶🏻

i’d like to participate on your alphabet game with the nsfw letter E! (E = Experience) with Mickey Barnes!!

sending you kisses!! 💕😙

Awww Mika tysm you’re so sweet 😭😭 ❤️

E is for… Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I know everyone likes to write Mickey as kind of innocent and inexperienced but let’s be real, he’s an attractive man and he definitely had a few flings on earth before boarding the drakkar. For sure he plays up the innocence and the nerves, he likes being taken care of but he also loves to catch you off guard.

The first time he goes down on you you assume it’s his first time ever doing it, the way he looks up at you with wide doe eyes and his hands tremor slightly taking off your trousers… you’re already preparing yourself to guide him through it. He starts slow pepping your thighs with kisses, and part of you thinks he’s stalling, but as he finally latches on to your core, oh, you know he’s done this before.

Despite having experience though, i think he still needs some guidance/reassurance that he’s doing the right thing. He’s so naturally doubtful of himself at times and that doesn’t stop in the bedroom, even if he has experience in general when it comes to trying something new he’s absolutely fumbling. Constantly stealing glances at your face to see how you react, hands shaking with a mix of nerves and eagerness, stuttered out murmurs of ‘am i.. am i doing a good job?’ in hopes of being met with praise.

[cocoellen]

EEE I FINALLY GOT THIS OUT LETS GOIODWJJFJWD!! I finally made a little yume ref sheets and also how my yume sees all the other characters I'll probably make more lore for knights with my yume but that will take me a bit I already have Izumi and Ritsu's down ofc love them 💕

I'll probably do more of the story first if I can I'm bad with comics forgive me!! But I wanted to make a little comic of me and Hiyori wanting to hangout but Ritsu ruins it like always same with Kohaku too..💔

Sorry if the characters have strange interactions some are how I see them and also little different going by story wise too!! Although story is the same femstars or regular version

also have a comic to make of the little kitty from meowsketeers story in the front slide because I like to think Ritsu babysits the kitty from some time to time so there's just a random cat that appears and Mika is just like "Ritsu,,"

I hope you guys like them,if you aren't sharing or are but don't like it then please do what makes you comfortable much love! 💕

[gingerf1]

Babe are max en Charles also your favorite drivers or do you have others and you just like writing about them?🥰

Hi ☺️

From the current grid, yes! Max and Charles are definitely my favorite drivers! 💗 I like others too, Nando, most of the rookies, Oscar… but it’s just not the same, you know? 🤭

I’ve been watching F1 since I was a kid (thanks to my dad). At first, I didn’t care much, it was just cars going in circles making vroom noises. But then I saw a podium with Kimi and I was like 😳. He was my first crush.

Still, I didn’t really get into the sport until around 2010, when I completely fell in love with Seb. (And yes, before you ask—I do have a type: sassy, blonde, blue-eyed menaces. 😂)

As for all-time favorites, there are so many I adore: Michael, Kimi, Seb, Max (who I personally consider is the greatest of all time), Mika, Nico, Senna, Prost, and of course, Charles. I’d name more but… I’m currently in a meeting, and my boss is talking a lot while I’m trying to focus… Sort of. 😅

I’m not really a Lewis fan, mostly because of the 2021 championship, and also (I’ll admit) a little because of my dad. He never liked Lewis’s cockiness, which is funny, because let’s be real, all world champions are cocky. I think he was just over the Mercedes dominance.

That said, I actually really like Lewis as a person. He seems genuinely lovely, and I literally watched the Met Gala carpet just to see him. 💕 I 100% respect him as one of the greatest drivers in history… I just can’t love him the way I do the others.

[mikalovesmusic]

"You're all that I need, underneath the tree"

[cutie-lumi]

HEY GIRL oh my god i am in fucking LOVEEEE wif you art... ur fem-mugi headcanosn... the way u draw kanata...... ur shumika art... i am in LOOOVVEEE ESPECIALLY with the way you draw mika oh my GOSHHH RHAHFHJ *foams at tha mouth* ur the only person who understands my fem mika design and ACTUALLY makes it... anyways i love ur art and u also seem nice!!! i cant explain it but ur art reminds me of sometjing microwaved.... like its soft and warm but also maybe a little but melty..... microwaved marshmallow :3

OMG HIIIIIIIII SWEETIEEE!!!!!! 💕​💞​💓​💗​💖​💟​I LOVE SHORT HAIRED MIKA SOOOOOO MUCH I THINK SHE LOOKS SO CUTE!!!! 😭​😭​😭​💕💗​💖​💓​ I spent a good amount of time deciding if i wanted her to have long hair or not, but since my fem!shu hc has long hair I thought it would be cute if mika had the opposite!! I've been thinking about redrawing some of mika's cards lately... really tempted to draw the one where he's washing the dishes and crying JHFDJGHDFKG that one is so funny to me for some reason

OUGHHH MICROWAVABLE MARSHMALLOW??? OMGGG I LOVE IT!!!! sweet and soft and warm... def one of the best compliments I've ever gotten thank u sm!! ​🥺​🥺​🥺💗​💖​💓​

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

Kissing your tears away

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

This makkinen + first kiss prompt was brought to you by this very lovely anon 💕 Coincidentally the lovely @kimizilla also received an ask from the same anon for a makkinen + first kiss artwork! 😭🫶🫶 So we decided to do a co-project!!! 😍 matching fanfic and artwork is a dream come true! 😭😭

PLEASE CHECK OUT DAHLIA'S GORGEOUS ARTWORK 😍

Michael swallowed. There was something so adorable about a grown man lying in his bed in silken blue button-up pajamas, with his messy blonde hair and wet blue eyes staring up at the ceiling.

"Mika?" he asked carefully, afraid that the Finn didn't want to be seen or talked to. Afraid that he would be embarrassed by the way he was clutching his bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip.

Despite the fact that Michael was talking to him, Mika didn't avert his eyes from the pristinely white ceiling he was apathically staring at. "Are-are you going to leave me too?"

He sounded disappointed. Michael watched as tears crawled over the brim of the Finn's eyelids and tracked down his pale, porcelain skin.

He hopscotched the last few meters to Mika's bed and placed his scrutches against the nearest wall. He sat down and weaved his fingers through Mika's golden hair. Poor thing! He would love to keep him company until his last day in the hospital, but he couldn't.

"Not yet. Probably soon. Let's not think about that."

Mika's bottom lip started to tremble and the flow of tears cascading down his face increased. He twisted and turned in the bedsheets and curled against the German, pressing his tear-stained face in the soft material of Michael's hoodie.

Michael caressed his soft, blonde locks and threw him a rueful smile. "How is the pain this morning?"

"Un-fucking-bearable. Like always," the Finn mumbled in the thick textile of his hoodie.

"Mmm. Maybe we should go outside to distract you?"

"How? A crippling and a weakling? The blind leading the blind?"

"Well, maybe we can both use crutches for more balance."

Mika lifted his face from Michael's hoodie and scowled at him. "Brilliant idea. My arms are as weak as my legs so that must work out." He gave him a cynical thumbs up. "I feel like a rag doll."

Michael let his fingers adoringly trace his rival's cheekbones, wiping away his tears and chuckled. "You are a rag doll."

Mika had the guts to glare daggers at him through his tears. He grabbed Michael's wrist in a viselike hold. "Well, you are a nuisance!"

"You don't mean that."

"I do mean it if you call me a rag doll."

Michael stared at Mika. The man basically was a rag doll at this point. A gorgeous, handsome rag doll, but a rag doll none the less. His arms and legs had lost so much strength and his pajama seemed slightly over-sized due to the weightloss after weeks of hospitalization. They chose to make fun of it, throwing affectionate insults each other's way, but in fact there was nothing funny about it.

"Come on, Mika. Fetch a wheelchair. I can sit in it and you can lean on it, and then we take a very slow stroll towards the park."

Mika sighed. The pain in his head was torturing him, but he reckoned it was a good idea to distract himself from said pain. He pushed himself upright with a pained frown and reached for his pain killers. "Just give me a minute."

Michael watched as Mika took his pills. It was hard to process that after all these weeks after the crash, he was still dependent on them. Life was just so unfair.

"Alright, let's go." Mika got up to his feet and stumbled towards his own wheelchair. "Mine is closer by. I know they encourage you to use crutches, but we are not going to limp up and down the hallway to fetch one."

Michael watched amusedly as the pajama-clad, grumpy Finn put his slippers on and pushed the wheelchair into his direction.

"Don't you want to get changed first?"

"No, I don't care."

Michael shrugged as he sat down in the wheelchair. Typical Mika. "I think you're gonna have a problem with your nurse... but okay."

Mika released the brakes and started wheeling his co-patient onto the smooth waxed floor of the hospital hallway. His knees trembled and his arms shook, but he had decided for himself that this was going to be his first workout after the crash.

He stared at the mop of light brown curls in front of him and smiled fondly. "Are you comfy, Michael?"

"More than!" Michael turned around and was met with a warm, genuine smile that he hadn't seen in the days since he was administered to Mika's hospital room. It warmed not only his heart, but also his senses and the goosebumps on his skin.

Michael closed his eyes and reveled in that foreign, but very welcome, warmth. Until his ride came abruptly to a halt.

"What do you guys think you're doing?!"

A quite corpulent, stern nurse had put her foot in front of one of the wheels of the wheelchair. "Who told you it was a good idea to go outside on your own?"

"I did," Michael said resolutely. "Vitamins D for my pale Finnish roomie!"

Mika nodded in confirmation.

The nurse put her hands on her hips. "You..," she pointed at Michael, "...are not a medical specialist! Look at him!"

Michael turned around to look at the Mika, taking him in from head to toe. Very pretty! Was the only thing he thought.

"Yes like I said, he looks pale he needs his sunny vitamins!"

The nurse reached out to grab Mika's wrist and tried to wrestle his hand off of the wheelchair handle. "You need to rest! You're weak! It's too dangerous for you outside!"

Mika resisted when the corpulent nurse wrapped her arms around his slender waist and tried to drag him away from the wheelchair.

"No ma'am! I'm off the hook. Literally!" Mika reached for the wheelchair handles again, almost tripping over his unsteady legs. "I don't have to carry my IV-bag around anymore. I'm on pills now."

"Hey hey, don't wrestle with my patients!" A loud voice bellowed across the hallway.

An older man in a white lab coat with mischievous eyes and an amused grin on his face walked up to them and started to gently push the nurse away from the disgruntled Finn.

"I can imagine they go insane between these walls. Let's give them a little bit of freedom. If they feel too weak they will find out soon enough."

Michael nodded and pointed at Mika. "Don't worry. If you let us, I will not leave his side. I will protect him at all costs. Right, Mika?"

Mika rolled his eyes at his German co-patient.

"Alright, but no longer than an hour and a half!" the nurse barked at them.

Michael set a timer on his watch. "Promised."

"Do you think she means an hour and a half and then go back or does she mean be back in an hour and a half?" Mika mumbled as he rolled Michael over the pavement outside the hospital.

Michael chuckled. "In my honest opinion, I think you should not try her out! She seems very strict."

"She is! Even more so than Ron Dennis!"

Michael turned around to look at Mika and smirked. He could picture that nurse wrapping Mika in a straight jacket to keep him from wandering around in the hospital. "That's good. Someone stubborn like you needs a strict nurse!"

"Michael!" Mika shook the wheelchair making Michael giggle even more. "That nurse said going outside is dangerous for me! You told me to go outside. You are the bad influence!"

"I was only joking, Mika." Michael wanted nothing more than to get up from the wheelchair and walk next to Mika so he could see his sweet face turn into a disgruntled frown everytime Michael was riling him up.

Michael could read people very well. He would never make fun of Mika when he was in pain, but right now the pain killers were doing their job and Michael thought a bit of light, friendly banter would be a good change of topic for the Finn. Not the heavy tearjurker kind of stuff.

Mika grabbbed a strand of Michael's soft, curly hair and tugged. "Still a nuisance!"

"And you are still a rag doll."

As they entered the park, Michael could feel Mika was tired. The speed and smoothness of his wheelchair steering had diminished the closer they had gotten to the green lawn.

"Why don't you say anything?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Mika leaned forward to look over Michael's shoulder.

"About you getting tired? It's important to let me know! I can feel it in your handling of the wheelchair."

Mika sighed. "I am shaking all over to be completely honest with you. But it's no point to whine about that. I need to improve my stamina and strength."

Michael reached out to grab Mika's shoulder. "Come here. Let me look at you."

Mika stopped the wheelchair next to a big tree that shielded them against the blazing Australian sun and put in on the brakes.

He collapsed to his knees with an exhausted sigh and wrapped his arms around his shaking body. His face looked pale and was covered with a fine sheen of cold sweat. "Perkele, I hate this!"

"Oh Mika, you look like death warmed over! Again, why didn't you say anything?!"

Michael carefully slid out of the wheelchair and sat down next to the Finn with his casted leg stretched out in front of him.

"I didn't want to come across as a wuzz!" he replied as big tears started to roll down his cheeks. "Great! And now I am crying too!"

He covered his face with his hands and started sobbing quietly. "First, my mom leaves me and in a few days you will leave me too, and I am still a fucking wreck!" His shoulders shook violently. "This is the first time I get to be outside and now I am tired and in pain!"

Michael scooted closer to the desperate Finn and enveloped him in his arms. "Oh poor Mika! Mein Hübscher!"

He caressed Mika's shuddering spine and startled when he found out he could count all his ribs one by one. "Verdammt, you are skin and bones! I will make sure the hospital staff will give you some proper nutricious food!"

Mika pressed his face in the crook of Michael's neck and sobbed. "I need my pills. My head hurts so much!"

Like yesterday, Michael's hand raked through Mika's hair, stroking the soft, golden locks, and letting them flow through his fingers. He was pleasantly surprised by how long the Finn's hair had gotten, and he was suprised by how much he adored it on him.

"You think I'm malnourished. Now I know why you call me a rag doll!"

"Sssshhh, Mika. Take deep breaths. You don't look like a rag doll."

Mika lifted his face from Michael's shoulder and pouted at him. He was in shambles. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were red and burning. A gleam of a crying-blush that contrasted enormously with his pale countenance.

Michael's heart banged against his sternum. He took a deep breath himself. Goosebumps formed on his skin. He wanted to protect this beautiful human being at all costs.

His fingers felt for scars hidden underneath Mika's thick mop of hair. He thought of the appendicits-scar underneath Mika's pajama shirt - still fresh after a few weeks, and could see the little dimple in Mika's throat, giving away where the medics had cut his throat to help him breath on that awful day in November.

He reached out to touch that small, teeny-tiny imperfection on Mika's otherwise smooth and even skin.

Mika recoiled and grabbed Michael's wrist in an instant. "Don't touch it," he said with an unsteady voice.

Michael startled heavily and quickly retrieved his hand. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Does it still hurt?"

Mika shook his head. "No, but touching it brings back memories I would like to forget."

Michael placed his arm back around Mika and pulled him closer. He caressed his cheek with the back of his hand.

"I hate it so much!"

"Sssshh, don't hate it! Why don't you see it as something positive?" Michael reached out again - seeking for permission and receiving it hesistantly - and touched the scar again. This time more carefully.

"This tiny flaw in your skin has saved your life!"

"Don't you think it's ugly?"

"Ugly?! Do I need to wash you mouth with soap?" Michael replied sternly.

Mika blinked at him in confusion.

"Nothing about you is ugly! Don't even dare say that again!" Michael's hand shot down to caress Mika's appendicits-scar over the fabric of his pajama shirt. "This one saved your life too."

Mika stilled in appreciation and stared at Michael through his tears. "Why are you being so kind to me?"

Michael swallowed. He stared into Mika's beautiful blue eyes, then at his adorable pink lips. He caressed a strand of blonde hair from his face. "Maybe I am kind to you because you've always been kind to me." His fingers stroked the line of Mika's jaw tenderly. "Maybe I am kind to you because you look so much like an angel I need to please."

He sighed in adoration when he saw a deep red blush adorning Mika's once so pale cheeks.

"Maybe I am kind to you because that little dimple in your throat and your crooked smile are so beautiful to me."

Mika smiled at him through his tears.

It was truly a captivating sight. His rueful smile looked like a sunrise after days of rain. It looked like a spring day after a months-long winter.

Michael's hand tightened gently around Mika's jaw as he angled the Finn's face a little upward. His other hand buried itself in Mika's soft, wavy hair. He stared at those pretty lips again, as his heart skipped a beat.

Then he kissed him... he kissed him as gently as if he were made of porcelain. His soft lips left nothing to the imagination as to how delicate he was. It was seriously like he was kissing an angel. No matter how gentle the kiss was, it set the goosebumps on his skin on fire. His cheeks burned with desire for his secret love. Mika Pauli Häkkinen, ich liebe dich!

Mika's eyes grew wide when he felt Michael's lips on his own. The kiss came as a complete surprise to him, but not a hair on his head thought about recoiling or resisting. Quite the opposite actually... Mika melted against Michael's frame as the German deepened the kiss and stroked his skillfull fingers through his luscious, golden hair.

It was unlike any of the kisses he had ever shared with a girl. Michael's lips were stronger and more demanding. The sensation send a wave of heat through his nerves and filled his fatigued body with a new kind of energy.

Michael's arms wrapped more tightly around his angel. He didn't want to let go. Here, underneath the canopy of the giant tree, without the press lurking around, he could pour all his love into this single kiss.

When they parted, Mika stared at Michael with a glazed look. His cheeks a brilliant shade of red. "Michael..." He swallowed audibly.

"That was... that was..."

A pause.

He wiped his tears away. "So how do we get back to the hospital in time now?"

Michael stared at the Finn fondly and caressed one of his rosy cheeks with his thumb. "What do you mean, mein Hübscher?"

"Well, I was shaking all over from exhaustion when we arrived. Now I am shaking all over for different reasons."

[quaxorascal]

People I want to get to know better

(Or just to catch up with, as Risu put it!)

I got tagged for this by @likesomethingblooming, @grapecaseschoices, and @risualto (apparently the first tag was like 10 days ago, oops!)

Last song: “Origin of Love” by MIKA!

Favourite colour: Green! Olive and sage green especially

Last book: I’ve been working through “Paladin’s Grace” by T. Kingfisher for the past couple of months with my roommate, we’re about 2/3 of the way through it now and I’ve really been enjoying it! If you are ever in a position to read aloud with friends or be read aloud to, I highly recommend it

Last TV show: I watched both Crazy Ex Girlfriend and RWBY with different friends yesterday! I’m nearly done with the former and have recently reached the seasons of the latter that I hadn’t seen before, it’s a great time!

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet, 100%. Savory if the mood really strikes me, but it rarely does over sweet lmao

Last thing I searched for online: “Purim 2025” bc I am in a constant losing battle against remembering when my own favourite holidays are jsjdjf

Current obsession: My own DnD character tbh, I’m playing Taber (named Mirah in this ‘verse) as a guest PC in a friend’s campaign and she has been received Very well! Her family situation is rife with drama atm, it’s so much fun 💕

Looking forward to: On Monday I sent out a few packages to friends, and the arrival date on most of them is supposed to be today! I’m really hoping today’s the day :3

I think I’ll tag @codenamegeek @simothys @dumpstermaster @jupiterplanetpower @patchodraws and… I’m meant to tag 10 people, but 5 feels like plenty. Consider yourself tagged if you wanna do this!

[pittsick]

hi mika !!!! so obsessed w ur metalhead art rn something abt his freakishness is calling to me (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

but i saw a tiktok the other day of someone doing pink corpse paint and i thought that maybe soft!gf reader would want to do corpse paint to show him but she doesn't want to ruin her eyeliner and doesn't have black eyeshadow or something like that so she does it in pink??

love oh my god hi <33

i looove corpse paint in pink, it’s always so pretty! everyone should do their corpse paints in pink from now on! 😽💕

this is so cute, i love this!!

You weren’t trying to be serious about it. Really.

You were just curious — bored, waiting for Art to come home, and scrolling through all those old pics he keeps in a folder on his old phone. The ones from shows, low-quality and blown out with sweat and red lighting. And in so many of them, there he is: face streaked in corpse paint, dead-eyed and furious, so beautiful in that unhinged way only he can pull off.

You’d wondered once what you’d look like in it — what it’d feel like to wear something so heavy, so theatrical. But you’d never tried it. You’re not a metalhead. Not like him. You like soft eyeliner, pink gloss, pastel clips. You’re not sure you could even scowl the right way.

But something about it still pulled at you.

So you did your best.

You didn’t have black shadow. You didn’t want to ruin your good eyeliner. So you improvised — soft pink pencil for the shapes, a little glitter to highlight the brows. You pulled your hair back, smudged on pale foundation to mimic the washed-out look. It was messy. Crooked. A little ridiculous.

And then, you forget about the time.

Art finds you in the mirror like that. You don’t even hear him come in. You’re too busy trying to fix a jagged streak by your cheekbone with a Q-tip. He stands in the doorway for a second, just watching.

Then: “Babe.”

You jump, nearly knock over your palette. “Shit—Art, I didn’t hear you—” His expression isn’t mocking. It’s not even surprised. It’s… stunned. Like someone just knocked the wind out of him in the softest way. “You tryin’ to kill me?” he mutters.

You blink. “What?”

“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

You laugh, embarrassed. “It’s pink. It’s not even close to what you do.”

He steps into the room, leans down to kiss you — careful, not to smudge anything. His thumb ghosts over your cheekbone. “It’s better.” You look up at him, your painted face in his real-life corpse paint reflection — dark and soft, violent and sweet. “You’re just saying that.”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m not. You didn’t try to be me. You did you. That’s way fucking hotter.” You duck your head, cheeks burning under the pale makeup.

Then he tilts your chin up. “You wanna wear that to one of my shows sometime?”

Your eyes widen. “Really?” He grins — sharp teeth and smudged black. “Fuck yeah. I’d be the only one with a girlfriend in glitter-pink corpse paint. Everyone else would cry.”

You snort. “You’re so full of shit.”

He kisses you again — longer this time. His hands curl around your hips, pulling you close, smearing a little of your makeup on his face without even noticing.

“I mean it,” he mumbles. “You’re perfect. Even when you’re trying to be scary.” You rest your head against his chest, giggling softly. “I wasn’t trying to be scary.”

“I know,” he says. “That’s why it’s fucking lethal.”

And when he hugs you, he gets glitter on his shoulder — and doesn’t even brush it off.