#fanart

[drawglodyte]

unknown forces compelled me to draw this

[supd00dle]

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[lemonsnomel]

The Sopping wet beast 2 me, truly creature of the deep

[mebssann]

guy whose love language is physical touch gets to be on the receiving end for once

[cicidarkarts]

Are You Busy, My Love?

Summary: Matthew Patel is a bit stressed at work and his beloved is so happy to help him relax.

Rating: PG-13 // contains: kissing (neck kissing, tongue kissing), mild cursing, references to drugs (weed), an egregious amount of sappy pet names

Word count: 1.3k

Backstage was always so hectic, even on practice days. Some actors and actresses didn't take things seriously until opening night. Today was one such day, where Matthew Patel thought he might rip his own hair out at the chaos and blasé faire attitudes dividing his fellow performers. A mixing of overenthusiasm and apathy lead to tripped over lazy feet and half-done props.

Even in his costume, a silky oversized shirt with billowing sleeves and an open chest, the hot air backstage stifled his lungs, made worse by all of the body odor and perfumes of the other actors. And a certain skunky smell lingered.

“Yo, Patel!” called one of the younger actors.

When Matthew turned around, he caught a tossed wig. With his face. The young actor and his friend—who was a girl but definitely not his girlfriend, seriously guys—bust out laughing. A stark odor wafted off them. Well, Matthew finally discerned who reeked of weed…

“A joke is supposed to be funny,” Matthew called, holding the short-haired wig out like he was scruffing the world's scraggliest cat.

He rolled his eyes and tossed the admittedly shitty wig in one of the many prop trunks littered around. He had to get away from all the noise. People around him yelled indecipherable things—laughter and shouting.

Matthew hurried toward the men's changing room, the air from his speed-walk chilling his legs from the loose, thin jeans of his costume. His boots clacked against the waxed hardwood like a jackhammer—yet more noise he wished didn't pound into his ears.

The men's room was thankfully empty, and he shut the door behind him to blot out sound. Muffled, but much better. The brightness of the changing room—full of lights and everyone's different colognes and clashing colors of costumes—presented a swirling cacophony to his senses.

He took a seat at one of the mirrors, facing cock-eyed so he could stare at the wall instead of lights or mirrors or brightly colored clothes. He brought his thumb and forefinger together on each hand, held them at either side of his body, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. In through his nose, out through pursed lips. In. Out. In…

A knock on the door made him clench. He brought his lips tightly together and tried not to let irritation show in his voice.

“What?” he snapped.

The door opened. A familiar pale face curtained in thick black hair poked inside. All of his anger melted away. 

“Babe!” he called, hopping off his seat.

Matthew sprinted up to her as she closed the door. He snatched her around the waist, twirled her through the air, and planted a huge kiss on her lips. When he broke their kiss, he realized he'd also dipped her at some point, though his overstimulated mind hadn't registered that.

“Changed your tune real fast, huh?” she teased as he helped her get steady on her feet again. His hand buried in her long hair, brushing against her warm skin to ground himself. “Sorry.” Her teasing broke into a sympathetic smile as she fixed her glasses. “I brought you some lunch.”

She lifted her black tote bag, opposite hand caressing his back and shoulders.

“It smells so good,” he said, taking her to sit on the small sofa. “Did you make the chutney yourself this time or…?” “Nah, I just got it from our usual spot. They make it way better than me.” “I think it's great when you make it, too,” he said, rolling some stools over to use as makeshift tables. “But it is a bit of a pain in the ass, isn't it?”

He sat beside her and wrapped his arm around her soft waist. They spread all the food out, letting the scents overtake the cologne that stuck to the corners of the room.

Matthew wasn’t sure how he got so lucky that his angel loved to cook. She'd really honed her craft over the years and the perfect crunch to the samosas was a testament to that. He didn't have the heart to tell her how much he preferred her cilantro chutney over the restaurant-bought stuff—last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like she had to make the chutney herself.

His muscles unclenched at her smiles and gentle, distracting chatter. Matthew knew he'd been in the dressing room for far too long. Once the Tupperware was empty of all her delicious labor-of-love food, he helped gather it from the stools and store the empty containers in the tote on the floor.

“Well,” she said, standing to leave, “guess I should let you get back to it. You guys looked busy out there.”

But he didn't want her to go. Sure, he’d love to go practice, but more importantly: he'd love to have his angel steal him away. Away from all the noise and lazy outstretched feet and chaos and weed stink. She faced him for a quick kiss, but he reached out and sunk his fingertips into her supple hips.

“Moonflower,” he spoke, her pet name caressing his lips. “I don’t want you to go yet.”

He led her close and her squishy, thick thighs straddled him. Her weight cradled his lap and he rested her across his chest, embracing her tight, letting her drape atop him like the most perfect weighted blanket. Her hair tickled his face and he breathed in her shampoo—that girly floral and herbal scent that he’d grown so used to. That scent which seemed to banish his anxiety just by existing. Her busty chest pressed against him as he tugged her closer and buried his face in her neck.

He kissed her sensitive skin, layering small, loving devotions upon her. Teasing fingertips brushed up the back of his hand, her hand weaving through his hair in such a way she left goosebumps in her wake.

“Oh, Matthew,” she murmured.

He hummed against her warmth, surrounded by her hair and her skin. Greed crept up on him. He wanted more. He couldn’t go back to the bustle of the stage just yet. He knew he should—people were probably looking for him—but his moonflower called.

His name had tumbled from her lips like a siren’s song. With her still firmly in his grasp, he lifted his face toward her tempting mouth. His lips took hers in a reverent, soulful kiss. But rather than stealing his life, her kiss reinvigorated him. Her murmurs and moans made that smoldered ember inside him grow hotter and wilder, flickering to life with each motion of their entwined tongues.

The flavor of their lunch mixed with her usual sweetness—intoxicating, addicting. One of his hands found home in her silky, messy locks while the other held her soft cheek, cupping her face to keep her close. He needed to have his fill. It felt too good rekindling the flame inside of him.

With every passing second, his tightly wound nerves came undone. His fingers loosened as they caressed her cheek and hair. His brow unknitted. His shoulders came off his neck. And the noise and footsteps outside didn’t bother him.

All that mattered was her. Scent more relaxing than a spa day. Tongue sweeter than his favorite dessert. Lips laced with his that softened his entire soul. 

[PG-13 cut // click here if you'd like to see the nsft version // 18+ only]

She kissed the tip of his nose, then placed her forehead against his. He looked into her gorgeous eyes. He was right where he was meant to be.

“Feeling better, Matthew?” “Much.” He embraced her and nuzzled against her neck, leaving a few kisses in his path. “Goddamn, I love you.” She giggled and snuggled against him. “I love you, too.”

Based off an Ask by @m00nbunny1

Thank you once more for this Ask! This was a ton of fun to make and I just really wanted an excuse to write more Matthew Patel fanfiction. Especially if that gives me an excuse to kiss him. I hope you like what I came up with!! 🖤🖤

So, in short: when Matthew is busy, he takes even more precious time and care to love me, to ground himself, to relieve stress, to feel present and loved amidst the maelstrom of obligations. Sorry my Asks take an entire era to complete, I often really want to do more than just yap, and enjoy flexing my creativity. But with a toddler, I find that I have very little time (or energy) to do such things. So thank you all for bearing with me while I work on these! They are seriously so much fun and I adore them.

[spookberry]

Underground

[yamivdum]

Was supposed to be just Cana but I can’t help myself.. everyone say hi lucy

[sosadandsilly]

the stars wept for you that night

[nolvini]

bangladeshi hatsune miku 🇧🇩

[keeperkepler]

lost where the trees would grow

[bibbysstuff]

so ur telling me....... this guy killed ppl.....??

[calocreek]

New winner's mural 👀

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[milfcutlawquane]

Commission for the wonderful @gronkgal of her OC, Susan, giving a candy cane to Victor ;)

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[gem1ny]

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