Funny how i drew a guy who looks like Matt almost a year ago lol
And i was wondering why he looks so familiar
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Funny how i drew a guy who looks like Matt almost a year ago lol
And i was wondering why he looks so familiar
LITG Matt Moodboard ✍🏻
Matt,25,Tattoo Artist
Faceclaim:Luca Daffrè
LITG S12 VOL VII
Lots to cover so it’s under the cut. The quick version: Casa is short, Matt is HOT 🥵 and watch out for Dani if you’re a loyal girlie 🔪
reassurances in ink.
my lil maori man matt x mc sun kissed secrets blurb
can't get this man outta my headdd he seems like he'd be so dominant and protective but would also praise tf out of his woman i need him
NOT proofread, it is 2am
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it was no secret you were popular in the villa, with many fellow islanders following at your heels and fighting for your attention.
old flames, then casa and now new ones, people you hadn't even looked at twice seemed to have tripped and fallen for you.
both fan clubs and ironically hate clubs had formed around you, eyes of admiration or hate, sending hearts or daggers.
it was all making your head spin.
going on a show to find a 'lil love, and being on the receiving end of multiple nasty attitudes and many love letters. options, options- your head was on a spindle trying to choose.
it felt as if it was confession after confession. you were with kami, whom you'd had a really strong connection with- then just before you're whisked off to casa, your best friend in here decides he has the hots for you too.
flashforward, you've been coupled with matt and everything has been honestly amazing. you meet irena, she's stunning, and she's interested. her couple? also interested, because apparently nathan's been feeling you this entire time and never even said anything.
you groan in frustration, tossing your head back exasperatedly. you felt like a child's toy in a daycare being pulled twenty directions; you were flattered, but exhausted.
not to mention the uncalled for agg from both viper cunts, who seemed intent on both keeping you from 'their' men and dooming your current couple as well.
you're basically doomed.
you toss your hairbrush onto the vanity, and glance at yourself in the mirror. everyone else has gone to bed, aside from rose and darin still being at sleepovers. you decided to take the extra silent time in the dressing room to think, although it deemed fruitless.
you distract yourself with picking out an outfit, sliding on a simple lace pair of panties and long-sleeved bralette.
deciding nobody will notice your absence for a bit longer, you quietly slip out of the door and down the hall, tiptoeing across the cold tile.
you make your way outside, almost collapsing on the daybed as the cool night air nips at your exposed skin; you shiver, but stay outside nonetheless.
it's impossible to stop your brain from wandering again, a maori boy popping up in your head. you'd be lying if you told yourself you weren't compatible, hell it even said so on paper. but that wasn't all- on top of pure chemistry and shared interests, he was insanely attractive.
every time his dark eyes lingered on you, burning holes in your skin, you felt as if you'd melt on the spot. he was intimidating but gentle all the same, and the way he'd lead you with small gentle touches and encouraging words added even more allure.
the more complicated and drama-centered things became, you worried if he'd shift his focus- you were both still open after all. you could admit that exploring things with someone with less fireworks going off around them would be incredibly easier.
anything revolving around you was never simple in here.
footsteps padding down the hall to the door made you perk up on the daybed, glancing at the doorframe as matt's body filled the previously empty space. he looked tired, a hand running through his tousled hair as his eyes take you in immediately.
"there you are.. 'as wonderin' why you were takin' so long," his voice is thick like honey, and he takes a step towards the bed. he raises an eyebrow at you, seemingly out of sorts and all alone. "you alright, gorgeous?"
matt doesn't wait for an answer as he's stepping towards you, taking a seat on the daybed beside you. his eyes never left you, looking at you even more intently, and you glance down to see he's put a respectable distance between you; you wonder if he's worried about overwhelming you further.
"'m okay, just needed to breathe, i guess." you offer him a smile, which he returns easily.
"and think?" the maori man looks at you knowingly, and your nod feels almost guilty.
you lean back into the cushions, avoiding his eyes, afraid to know what he's thinking. "it's just a lot," you fiddle with your sleeve absentmindedly, "lots of feelings 'n drama." you laugh a little, as if it's a joke, even when you both know it isn't.
matt nods, as if he understands everything even though you've said little words. maybe it's the emotion in your voice, or the way you nervously look at the stars to avoid his eyes. where has all your confidence gone?
he leans forward, his thumb catching your chin, just gentle enough to tilt your gaze down to him. his lips are quirked in a slight smile, one of reassurance that makes you feel slightly warmer than when you'd first stepped outside. "i understand, babydoll. if you need anything i'm on it." he smiles reassuringly again, and a warmth flutters in your chest that only seems to ignite when you're with him.
a genuine giggle escapes this time, and your own smile blooms as you stare up at him. his thumb slides along your bottom lip, skin soft against yours as his palm brushes your cheek.
matt doesn't need an explanation or a tell-all. he just understands, and lets his actions do the comforting. yet another thing that is making you fall for the man before you- it's so easy and natural.
"d'you want me to stay? or i c-" you nod before he can finish, and you scoot up on the cushions to make room for him. matt slides up beside you, body fitting perfectly against yours as the heat from his skin warms your chilled one. you press your cold fingers to his warm chest, and toned arms wrap protectively around your waist.
your head rests upon his inked chest, and your eyes wander wordlessly along the markings on his shoulders. the tattoos covering him only added to his appeal, not that he needed the extra boost in your opinion. here you laid, upon a man who seems like he should be the subject of an expensive painting or a luxury magazine, and you found yourself wondering how you ended up here.
matt's hand strokes the back of your head, soft strokes relaxing you further in his arms; you hum in content, and silently thank whatever god put you here.
warm lips press against your forehead, and you lift your gaze, locking eyes with the warm tattoo artist pressing you closer against him. the adoration in his eyes makes you feel like you're on fire, and you feel your cheeks heat under his gaze.
"how are you even real?" his voice is dripping with want and what feels like love, but you can't be sure as you giggle in response. you raise an eyebrow at him.
his fingers grip your waist gently, rubbing soft circles into your plush hips. "seriously,- you're breathtaking in every way apprehensible," you laugh again.
"pulling out the vocabulary there, huh?"
face buried in your neck, he nods. you feel him breathe in your scent, and how warm his breath is on your sensitive skin. "i'm being genuine, here. i can't even comprehend how you're in my arms right now."
you hum, pretending to think about it. "well for one, you're seriously smokin'-" his palm connects with your ass in a light smack and your sentence stops short. "-hey!"
"usin' me for my looks, huh doll?" his voice is laced with teasing.
you run your hand along his shoulder, fingers tracing the markings on his collarbone leading up his neck. he pulls his nose out of your shoulder, eyes heavy on you once more. "nah, i'm actually in it for the tattoos. i take my reassurances in ink, babes."
within a second he's rolled on top of you, your wrists caught in his grip as his hips pin you to the daybed. you bite your lip as you gaze up at him through your lashes; it's obvious the affect you have on him.
"really? just for the tattoos? i'm hurt." his hips press against yours and his lips are inches from your own, and all of a sudden the air feels twice as thick. you feel something bubble low in your belly, as his lips move to trace the shell of your ear.
"and here i thought it was how good i take care of you." his lips press against your jawline, kissing along the curve of your throat and causing shivers to spread over you like a wildfire. "how much you love it when i touch you," warm fingers dance over your exposed waist, thumb trailing along the waistband of your panties. "nobody else 's made you feel like i do, baby."
your hips shuffle, and you distantly wonder how things escalated so fast. things always heat up between you two, like a fire that can't help but ignite.
giving up the gig, you push your lip out in a faux pout. "it's all that 'n more, y'know that matt." you're not typically needy, but here you are. you mutter out multiple pleas, such as "please kiss me," and a "need you."
yet he doesn't let up, lips ghosting yours in a way that has you aching. "you need me huh? know i'm the only one who does this to you, who can give you what you need." words thick and taunting, waiting for your admission before finally giving you what you need.
you crave him like an addict, like you need your next dose or you might lose it.
he's fully aware of everything he does to you, mind and body. and he takes advantage of all of it; who is he to be worried about measly competition, when at night he's the one you're under, pleading for him like you've been starved of his touch.
you plead, "please, only you can. need everythin' from you." you aren't sure what everything is, all you know is that only he can give it to you, only he can make you feel like this. he's the only one that can turn you into a needy heap underneath him, and you can't even complain.
he groans, and it seems as if his resolve has finally worn. his eyes are heavy, running along your exposed and writhing body laid out for him. "wanna give you everything, beautiful."
and his lips are on yours, a kiss so fervent that you don't know if the stars you're seeing are fictional or from the sky. tongues clash as the intensity of your feelings mix together, getting pulled and tangled like strings passing between your lips. it feels like nothing you've ever felt, only comparing to kisses you've shared with him; and you wish to do nothing else for the rest of your life.
if only to stay here, in this bubble, away from drama and noise and everything in between- lips on lips and hands on skin, you'd be permanently content.
the amount of control matt has of you, even early into your building and budding relationship- over your body, mind, thoughts, the way he invades your head and chest in every moment. you'd already lost yourself in him.
god, were you fucked.
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literally and figuratively perhaps? pt 2?
( pressin those lil buttons is appreciated if anyone is in the litg fandom and would like a pt 2 )
ok Irena, Nathan, Darin, and Matt are all down bad for mc but these are the worst rejections I’ve ever felt in this game 😩😩😩
LITG S12 VOL VIII THOUGHTS and prayers
Note: I’m SICK and TIRED of the same damn narrative Fusebox keeps shoving down our throats 😤
trying to save gems for s13 but ahhh
will need to continue s12 replay after s13 finale 🤣
I did it. Took me so long after such a long pause in drawing hot boys, but Matt inspired me, yay! 😍
I love that his sprite has birthmarks, i studied them all thoroughly lol (so unlike his hand that looks so wrong despite me using so many references, they are very accurate haha)
Also drawing leather is a challenge 😩