#mati draws

[chikinan]

I'm sentimental about them. & about camcorders. [twt + insta + ptrn on bio]

[ace-ace-in-yo-face]

Felt like coloring them this time

[sevbutfandoms]

delighting the parappa community with francis x potter content cause theyre the realest ship [magmas I did with my friendo @gastersbabe this week !! Pls follow her she's the coolest and realest gaster selfshipper!!!]

[toadstool32]

look at my kids

[chiisana-lion]

you can probably easily tie my mental state at any given moment to how much ive drawn in that same period

[lovestruckbimbo]

God… it’s him again—

[dragonbonez]

Get to ye beds, maties.

For my personal art challenge I made for myself at the last minute.

Day 8 - Draw character as a pirate.

[emmroose-draws]

Can you have a favourite scene in a story you wrote yourself?

I keep on coming back to the first dance, as Evan and Dan keep on getting closer without really realising it.

[barzysunflower]

obsessed with your writing!!! I was wondering if you could do barzy w a plus size reader? smutty if possible 😍🥰

of course I can! and let’s ignore the embarrassingly long time this has taken me to answer and I’m so sorry but I do want to say that it's never my intention not to be inclusive with my fics. I try to be vague for a reason so you can imagine what you want :)

word count: 1.5k

content warning: insecurities, SMUT (18+): oral, piv

started this a while ago, but finally got to finish it hence the start of the season details at the beginning lol

After the very successful game the Islanders just won with your boyfriend Mat scoring his first goal of the season you and some of the team went to a bar afterwards to celebrate. However, neither you nor Mat could keep your hands off each other so you cut your little outing short.

Since you had no work in the morning, it wasn't a problem for you to stay over at Mat's place and spend the night doing incredibly dirty things to each other. Since the relationship was still fairly new, you still had lots of exploring to do in your sexual lives and you loved every second of it.

"Off, off, off," Mat said hurried between hot kisses, tugging at your clothes. You did the same, quickly giving up on his buttoned shirt and moving on to his pants that after a couple of minutes of fumbling finally hit the floor.

Both down to your underwear, you finally moved to the bed, Mat spreading your legs before climbing on top of you with a mischievous grin. He all but threw himself onto you attacking you with a hungry kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him even closer, sliding your hands down his back and back up to his hair while you rocked against his bulge until you were whining pathetically. You were dripping with so much arousal, you knew you were leaving a wet spot on his briefs, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Mat ripped away from the kiss to continue trailing kisses down your neck. When his teeth nipped at the spot at the base of your neck, where your pulse was thundering out of sync with the rocking of your hips, your head fell back so you were baring more of your throat to his mouth. He indulged you, his mouth suckling little love bites into your skin.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Mat rumbled as he kissed his way down to your tits, bending you backward while he sucked one nipple into his mouth, drawing a cry from you. He made a pleased sound deep in his chest before torturing your other tight peak in the same way. "Loved knowing you were there," he murmured into your skin.

"Maty," you whined more insistently, bucking your hips into his bulge harder as your need to be filled grew more desperate. Your hands wandered down the sides of his chest, stroking over his muscles, the dips and curves of his body that you were still getting to know. Your fingertips traced along the edge of his boxer briefs, snapping them against his skin hard enough to drag his gaze to yours. "Need you, need you," you begged, your voice hot against his ear.

He pressed a hot kiss on your lips before turning you over so he lay on his back with you holding yourself up by your hands on his chest. And with a smirk he grinned up at you and said, "Come up here. Kneel over my face."

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, but instead of moving and obeying his order, you froze and a heating blush crept over your face. You've been shy about receiving oral sex in the past, but especially with you on top, you could feel your insecurities clamming you up. Mat could tell the shift in the situation and his gaze immediately softened from the commanding one. His hand cradled your cheek and he lifted himself enough to meet your lips. "It's ok, we don't have to," he murmured, softly kissing you. "We can flip back."

"No, I just– I don't wanna hurt you," you mumbled, still flushed. "It's also not a very flattering angle."

Mat let out a low chuckle and kissed you hot and passionately, telling you not to worry about your insecurities. "You look good from any angle, baby. Especially good when I have my head between your legs." You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling. "Wanna try? We'll stop if you're not into it."

You nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath to relax. Mat's lips met yours again gently, reassuring you that you were safe with him. Then he leaned back and with a viscous grin he said, "Now come sit on my face."

You awkwardly shuffled up, facilitated by Mat pulling you to his face with a strong grip on your ass. His fingers dug deep when you were finally in a good position and pulled you down hard to sit on him. With no further hesitation he immediately latched onto your hot sex. With each lick and suck you grew more and more comfortable until all your worries dissolved into a beautiful warm feeling.

Mat’s groan vibrated against your core, dripping wet for him, making you shiver. "Oh, god." One hand dropped to the wall in front of you to hold you steady, while the other slid into Mat’s hair as he sucked and teased your clit. Your hips started to move in tiny little rocking motions against him, and your breath hitched when he moaned long and loud to stimulate you with the vibrations.

You cried out when he unexpectedly slipped a finger between your legs. He dipped just the tip of it into your entrance, in and out, just the tip, teasing you. Then, with a hard sucked on your clit he pushed his finger all the way in. You screamed in pleasure, Mat groaning equally loud as he continued to fuck you gently on just that one finger for a long time. When you started to grow impatient, he added another finger. The fullness was a relief, and you moaned a little louder, pulling his hair.

"Mat, oh. Yeah."

"Yeah?" He kept his fingers buried in you and rocked his hand rather than thrusting it, pulling your body forwards and backwards with the force of it, his fingers hooked inside, getting at that soft spot.

"Ohgn..."

"Mmhm," he rumbles. "I knew you’d love it." He stuck his tongue out, teasing your clit. Inside your cunt, his fingers moved more viciously, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Oh! Yeah. Maty, Mat!" The way he was touching you was getting you close, fast, and he had come to know your tells well enough to know this. He growled beneath you and kept a steady pace, giving you more of what you needed to cum. "I-I'm gonna," you gasped.

"Do it," he coaxed, bumping his nose against your clit again and again, curling his fingers over that spot inside. "Let it come, love. Let it happen."

You used to struggle with it, but not anymore. You had been with Mat long enough and had explored each other enough that you were comfortable enough to orgasm.

You cried out loudly as it crest and finally washed over you, Mat's fingers forcing it out of you, sharp and sweet. "Ohhn, oh god, ohhh. Shit, shit.." You came on those tightly hissed words, riding it out against his hand and tongue that happily lapped at your clit.

You were left panting and in such a haze that you didn’t even notice Mat gently moving you from atop him back on to the mattress until he was on top of you, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck. You hummed, feeling so at peace and loved.

“Good?,” Mat murmured against your skin and all you managed was a nod and another humming sound that had him chuckle.

And when enough moments passed and your arousal started to rise again, your hands traveled across Mat’s body and urged him into another round. His cock slipped into you with ease, but stilled to give you a couple of seconds to adjust. Finally, Mat’s hips started moving. Slowly. So torturously slow did he pull out and thrust back home. Not once did his lips leave your skin. He ravished your lips, your neck, your breasts as he continued to slowly and deeply move inside of you.

Your lips met and you easily slipped your tongue into his mouth. It was warm and welcoming, your arms wrapping around his shoulders with the intention of never letting him go. Slowly Mat started picking up his speed, but his thrusts were more hard and controlled. You were a tangled mess, both of you holding onto each other tightly and needing to be even closer than physically possible. Your nails scratched his back, his scalp, his shoulders. Your lips pressing hot wet kisses to his skin, just like he was doing to you. His hard thrusts eventually became sloppier and quicker and you both neared your release. And when you did fall over the edge, it was Mat’s name you were crying out and back you were scratching while he emptied himself inside of you with a loud groan.

feedback & reblogs are always encouraged & appreciated 🫶🏼

[youandiwerealive]

Praying that the blood doesn’t stain [rd]

Author’s note: I cried so much while writing this one, I don’t even know what to say to you, girls, this broke my heart. Thank you to the anon who requested insecure dad!Rúben, sorry this took such a huge turn 😭 Hope you somehow enjoy this!

Warnings: there’s mentions of death and blood in this one ‼️

wc: 2107 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

There’s no biggest joy in Rúben’s life than his family. You and your daughter, Matilde, really are the light of his eyes. The little girl has him wrapped around her tiny finger, he could never say no her.

“Daddy, can I paint your nails pink?” - the 4 year old would ask him in her cute voice.

“You want to paint my nails, Mati? Of course, but choose a pretty shade of pink that matches daddy’s game shirt, okay?” - he would say to her in a soft voice, always smiling at his baby.

Matilde would do everything with his dad. Anywhere Rúben went, Matilde was there too, always tightly held at his hip, or taking her slow baby steps towards her daddy’s direction.

And Rúben couldn’t stop thanking God, the stars, destiny, whatever put you in his way: the love of his life that made him a dad, the most important role of his life. Nothing could top the importance that you and Matilde had in Rúben’s life, he would always put his girls first. He never felt so happy, with his daughter on his lap and his wife by his side, living in your indestructible bubble of love.

But it all changed two years ago. Rúben will never forget that fateful afternoon, he was having a tea party with your baby, when he got the call from the hospital. A drunk driver hit your car while you were on your way home, making Rúben losing his other half, forever. The news hitting him like a shot in the chest, straight to the heart.

He will never recover from your absence, leaving him to raise the light of your lives all by himself. Matilde is now six years old, she has already started school, now learning how to draw her first letters. Rúben still cries himself to sleep every single night, thinking about you, about how unfair fate was to both of you. You just had your baby, Matilde was only four years old when she lost his mother.

He misses you so fucking much, and your daughter does too. Rúben finds it incredible how Matilde remembers so much of you, always remembering things that you used to say to her, plays and jokes that you had with her. Rúben secretly believes that you talk to her in her dreams, because it’s like she has you always by her side.

Rúben tries his best to not break down in front of your child, especially when she asks about you. It’s been tough for Rúben to be a single dad, missing your support, the way you always seemed to make every thing right. He never looked at another woman again, his eyes and heart belonging to his daughter only - as well as to you, forever. He still wears his wedding ring, never taking it off. He hates the fact that life didn’t allowed him to say goodbye to you, to give you one last kiss. The last time he told you he loved you was over the phone, while you informed him that you were on your way home. Him and Mati cheekily saying “we love youuuu”, over the phone, while Rúben would pretend to drink a cup of tea, wearing a tiara on his head and sitting besides Berny - the bunny, and Johnny - the bear, named after Bernardo and John Stones, Rúben’s friends and Mati’s uncles.

His friends and family never left his side, they notice that Rúben has never been the same again after what happened, everybody knows it.

Matilde is the only thing that can make him smile, making him feel alive as he teaches her how to write her name, paints ballerinas and flowers with her, cooks for her and teaches her how vegetables and fruits are important for her health. Rúben’s life mission is educating his girl in the best possible way he can, be by her side at all times and protect her from every one and every thing.

Every time Rúben looks at his daughter, his heart stings a little, she looks so much like you now. She has your eyes, your smile. At the same time, there’s nothing that he loves more than looking at his baby, resembling the love of his life so much, like you’re still with them.

He can’t do his daughter’s hair as pretty as you could, but Matilde is a gentle and caring girl, she always has a smile on her face and a compliment to give to her dad. “I love my ponytails daddy, you did great” - she would always notice every morning after Rúben would neatly comb her hair, using her favourite pink hair clips with butterflies on them.

She would thank him with a gentle kiss on his cheek, his favourite feeling in the world being the love of your daughter, the way she would tightly wrap her tiny arms around his neck when he would pick her up, how she would hold his hand while walking in the street, her loving kisses on her father’s face, and the way she laughs when his beard tickles her.

When Matilde is at school and Rúben founds himself alone, he lets his thoughts take advantage of him. You are always on his mind, there’s not a second when he isn’t thinking about you. But when nobody is watching, he cries his heart out, still questioning life about the reason why they took you away from him. He often goes to the cemetery, to talk to you, to tell you everything about Matilde - even though he knows you’re always watching over her, protecting your baby. He drops kisses on your grave, whispering how much he loves you, how much he misses you. And how badly he needs you more and more as time goes by. Matilde is getting bigger and she needed her mother too.

After he picks her up from school, Rúben is cooking dinner for the both of them, while his daughter is playing in the garden. He gets lost in his thoughts, unable to stop himself to think how the house is silent without you in it, how life was never the same.

His daughter’s cry takes him out of his trance. He immediately goes to search her outside, Matilde already running to meet her dad. Rúben’s heart breaks at the sight: his baby’s face is wet from all the tears, and her noise and chin are running blood.

Rúben immediately picks her up and rushes to the bathroom, sitting his daughter on the counter, while he tries to clean up her wounds. The little girl hisses and whimpers in pain, poor child fell while playing on the rocks - bruising her knees too. Rúben stops the bleeding and decorates his girl’s wounds with pink band-aids that have hearts in them. Those make Matilde smile a little bit, as she stretches her arms to hug his dad. Rúben holds her tightly, the girl hiding her sad face on his dad’s neck. He kisses her head non-stop, now lying in bed with his daughter still in his chest.

Matilde sleeps in Rúben’s bed now. It’s been like this since you passed away, he feels like he can’t sleep alone anymore - his nightmares about your accident chasing him every night.

The two of them stay silent as Rúben is still leaving kisses on his precious baby and stroking her back carefully. All of the sudden, there’s a little sound.

“Daddy?” - Matilde asks quietly, her voice sounding muffled from her face still being hidden on her dad’s neck.

“Yes, amor?” - Matilde knows a lot of portuguese now, understanding all the pet names and the lectures her father gives her sometimes.

“I miss mommy” - she admits with a little cry escaping her eyes.

Rúben closes his eyes and sighs. “I know, baby. I miss her too” - he admits to his daughter, his voice threatening to fail as well.

“Do you still love her, even though she’s not here with us?” - the little girl questions, her big brown eyes now looking up at his father, who kissed her forehead before speaking.

“Of course I do, filha. Have you stopped loving mommy?” - he asks her back and smiles when the girl firmly shakes her head ‘no’.

“You see, mommy is not physically here with us, but she’s always around. She’s always inside of us, here” - he points at the where his heart is located.

“In our hearts?” - Matilde confirms the place.

“In our hearts, baby. You know the necklace you wear every single day, since you were little?” - Rúben references the silver necklace that has a butterfly, a flower and the letter ‘M’ engraved on a plate in a round shape. You bought it and personalised it to gift it to your daughter.

The initial letter of her name, the butterfly - to let her know that she can always rebirth and become the best version of herself, and a flower - a tulip, to be more specific. The tulip is the flower that represent the perfect love, and you put it on her necklace so she can always remember that she is fruit of a gigantic and true love, yours and Rúben’s, and his mission is to teach her how to never set for anything less than the love his parents shared, that got her into his world.

“My necklace, yes” - the girl answers while her hand instinctively reaches to touch it.

“Mommy gave it to you, and while you have it on, she’s always looking down at you and protecting you. That’s why you can never take it off, Mati” - her father explained.

The girl just smiled at his father, and hugged him tightly, knowing that he is all that she has, but feeling in her heart that her mother is always by her side.

That night, while Matilde was peacefully sleeping in his chest, Rúben couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried.

His mind was rushing from the previous events - remembering her face full of tears and blood, the conversation about you. Rúben can’t help but doubt himself as a father - it happens more often that he would like to.

It’s been two years, but he’s still discovering how to be a solo father, an adventure that he had to take on with his daughter - not really having a choice. And sometimes he can’t help but doubt his ‘daddy abilities’ - fighting himself for not being attentive enough to protect Matilde from hurting herself on those damn rocks. That’s his job, for fucks sake. He needs to pay full attention to his baby, to prevent this type of things from happening. He would never forgive himself if something happened to the light of his life.

He misses you, your advices. He misses your mom side, you were the perfect mother to Matilde, and he can’t help but imagine how would life be if you were still here with them. Matilde has a lot of your personality, she is extroverted, funny, smiley and bubbly - just like you were. There’s times where she gives Rúben some sassy answers, leaving him speechless, having an attitude just like yours. He looks at pictures of you two, when you started dating, and some pictures already after Matilde was born. He knows that the blood on Matilde’s wounds won’t stain her clothes, but the blood surrounding your loss will forever stain his heart, his mind, his life.

Life without you doesn’t seem worthy of living most of the times to him, but his baby is the only thing pushing him from the ground. She’s his partner in life now, filling his heart with love and laugh when all he wants to do is cry.

The moments when they sing in the car on their way to school, when Matilde makes Rúben dance like a proper ballerina - making him wear a pink tutu and all, make his life worth living. His baby’s laugh means the world to him, gives him strength and hope in a brighter future.

He wishes you were here with him, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. But, the way your daughter starts stirring in her sleep, and holds herself tightly to him for comfort and protection, already looks like a sign to him. He’s a good dad, and he and Mati will never be alone, since they have the most beautiful and bright star looking down at them, protecting and guiding them - forever.

[chikinan]

Got commissioned to draw Rocky 😺 [twt + insta + kofi on bio]

[ace-ace-in-yo-face]

Some sketches of them bois

[drewsbuzzcut]

Can you write a little blurb where Mat and Y/N are just dating, with no kid, and spend the afternoon making out ?

Warnings: smuttish and alcohol consumption

“Maty,” you breathe out, hands glued to your boyfriend’s back as your chest heaves into his.

You’re laid out on his couch with him hovering over you. His body is nestled safely between your thighs as he kisses away your struggles of the day.

“What, pretty girl?” His voice is dipped in honey, eyes darkened and alluring.

Your words die on your tongue, every thought being consumed by Mat. It’s crazy how drawn you are to him, but you welcome it with open arms.

“I love you,” you whisper, your hand cupping the back of his neck to bring him back into a kiss.

It’s not rough but it’s not soft. There’s a mix of teeth clashing and lip biting, drawing deep and guttural moans from each other as if it’s a game to see who moans the most. His touch is soft, though. His hand caresses your cheek, cards through your hair, or explores the curves of your body.

“I love you.” It’s whispered into your skin as his lips trail down your mouth and to your neck. A line of fire is left behind, your skin turning red and sensitive.

He sucks your skin into his mouth, leaving little love bites behind. Your hands grip onto his hair, tugging and twirling the strands. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer- even though his body is flush against yours already. You lift his head away from your chest, your eyes hyper focused on his wet and swollen lips. You flip him over and straddle his torso, hands pressing into his pecs.

You give him a lopsided grin which he returns with his boyish smirk. You reach out for your forgotten glass of wine that’s sitting on the coffee table, eyes on his as you take a sip. Excess wine drips down your chin and onto your chest, catching Mat’s gaze. You know what he’s thinking before he can make a move or say a word. You peel off your top and let your bare breasts fall with a teasing bounce.

“Fuck, I need you,” he pulls you down and stuffs his face between your boobs. His mouth engulfs your flesh, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“Kiss me,” he barks and scoots you down his body. You love the way his hands press firmly into you.

You press a hand into his throat and ghost your lips against his.

“We’ve been kissing all day,” you point out.

“And we’re going to make out for the rest of the night. Just so you know,” he pinches your nipple, making your back arch.

“Just make out? You’re not even going to fuck me on your couch?” You say with a sultry lilt.

“I’ll fuck you on every surface until you’re screaming and trembling underneath me,” he leans up and speaks into your ear.

You can already feel your legs tremble with how hard you keep trying to clench your legs closed. You’re needy for friction.

Throwing whatever crumb of control you had out the window, you push him into the couch and shove your tongue down his throat. Your lips dominate his as your hips roll over his clothed cock.

He flips you back over, body shadowing yours and ripping off whatever clothing you had left. It’s his turn for his mouth to devour yours, his wild tongue exploring you. A fierce flame roars in your lower belly and you can’t wait for it to be put out with your sexy ass boyfriend’s cock.

a/n: I hope you enjoy it nonnie! As well as the rest of you lovelies<3

[wisteriapetshops]

its finally done my maties 🫡 all hail the monthly ish animal jam draw this in your style

[durgaeludon]

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digital drawing of the pokemon Spinda and Flaaffy. Spinda is frowning deeply while holding a tablet. Flaaffy's wool is overgrown and tangled, and he looks slightly monstrous. His ears are pointed up like horns.

Masaki Sonezaki/Bill and Matis/Lt Surge as pokemon =ouo=

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[lovestruckbimbo]

My anxiety ridden body after several breakdowns in a row really needed to see a handsome Santa who has a dead wife who he reminisces fondly and clearly worshipped her and has the prettiest voice and— 💕💕