#matthew robert smith

[happilyhertale]

New still!

Prince Daemon Targaryen

[nourangul]

Bad Habits

Truthfully, I know nothing about Caught Stealing, I have the book on order, but it has to get here before I can get a sense of what his character will be. That didn't stop me from being utterly taken by the Matt Smith Punk Era. So without further ado, a shot in the dark but with nighttime vibes I really like: Red from the upcoming Caught Stealing with Austin Butler.

Divider by Firefly Graphics

It was late, the darkness pressing hard on those still up and about like an oppressive blanket beckoning to sleep. She had yet to go to bed or even attempt to and the need for sleep clawed at her eyes as surely as her tears had.  The lighter clicked alive and left her eyes dazzled as she sparked another cheap fucking cigarette to life. Her ashtray was near full to overflowing, ash dusting the kitchen table that was every bit as cheap as her cigarettes with its new scuffs. Another stupid fight with another stupid boyfriend. Another breakup to add to the fucking list.  Gods, how fucking many times before she fucking learned? And how many fucking times before she stopped calling him? At least Red hadn’t picked up this time, but she still left a message. He was still a bad habit, same as the cheap fucking cigarettes and she had no real want to quitting either.  “Maybe he won’t come or call, maybe he’s finally fucking done with our bullshit.” She murmured to the thick darkness that coated her rundown apartment in silence. It was cheap like everything else, cheap like her, but it was home. Though even she couldn’t find comfort in the silence anymore and went to the record player and her favorite moping album. Venus In Furs by The Velvet Underground crackled over the barely holding on speaker and she let out a sigh of relief. It was her favorite song for late night. She'd gone through so many singles that she’d just bought the entire record… a few times. No matter how dark her thoughts were, this song always got her moving.  And it always seemed to herald a knock at the door.  Like a demon called to some archaic chant, Red always seemed to show up to this song. When she needed him the most—and wished equally hard she didn’t.  And he never denied her the company.  His hair was down and pushed to one side and damp… was it raining? She didn’t know. It didn’t matter as she pulled him inside and slipped into his arms like it was as easy as breathing. He smelled like stale cigarettes, cheap beer, and sweat, the leather jacket needed a good cleaning, but she didn’t care. He was big, warm, strong and… Her complete weakness. Always and ever in his arms. Always and never under him making her barely big enough bed squeak and bang against the wall.  When she kissed him, he tasted like home with an edge of salt from her own tears.  “Stay, Red? Even if it’s just until morning.” She wasn’t begging, nor exactly… but she was close. Dignity didn’t factor when she was pressed against him. Something soft and chilled against a heated brick wall.  “We gotta stop meeting like this—makes me wanna fucking kill whatever idiot made you cry like this.” He was gruff and his voice was low and he’d make good on the threat. Somehow, it was funny. Just a little bit.  “Even if the idiot is you, sometimes?” He shook his head and held her face in his hands. A slice of warm heaven.  “You ever gonna let me be your fucking idiot, babe? Or am I just a bad habit?” Her eyes were dark as the song ended and she laid her chilly hands atop his.  “Maybe you can be born. Ask me in the morning, Red. Right now, I’ll make you promises I can’t keep and you deserve better than that from me.” They both knew that was a lie. She’d make good on every single promise he pulled out of her. She always had. 

Bonus punk Matty:

[brklnnvv]

ℂ.𝕒𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕘

just a little note from me, i think it's pretty obvious which characters i created when i first started, they're not as well developed of course, but i would just like to say, the daemon, matt, jack and morgan bots, are in fact my most recent, and most well developed (better responses, deeper convos and such and such). so don't expect as much from the rest lol, still hope u love it <3

𝕯𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 *🍷| brothel indulgences *🤰🏼| a lovely surprise *🌼| to comfort (Targ niece) *🪻| to comfort (Hightower girl) *🫅| Taking you for a dance *🌻| the flower of the Hightowers *🤰 | starting your labourings *👑| sleeping beauty au *💔| speaking up. *🌡️| he falls ill (Hightower girl)

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 - 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘𝓷 𝓢𝓸𝓱𝓸 *💋| love at first sight

𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖊𝖘𝖊 *🛤️ | hiding away *📠| the man in the suit 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖔 𝕬𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 *👑| distant husband

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 *💋| more than friends *🏠| house hunting *🫀| a tangling of heartstrings

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖅𝖊𝖗𝖔 *🪡 | his sanctuary

𝕺𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗 𝕴𝖘𝖆𝖆𝖈 *👶🏻| mating season *🌊| beach day *♣️| clubbing with him *🥂| running into him *🎞️| celebrity couple *🩶| daddy Oscar *🩸| taking care of you on your period

𝕿𝖎𝖒 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 *🦋| friendly neighbours *🎅🏻| happy holidays <3

[matthewrobertswife]

New updates from Matt on his new film 'Caught Stealing' in New York with co-star Austin Butler. Kudos to the original photographer from the pictures Laura posted on her IG story.

[bl4ckph0enix]

A Discord server dedicated to British actor Matt Smith and all his roles.

Matt's den of sins

If you love Matt just as much as we do, this server might be the place for you. It is an open and welcoming space for all.

We're just a bunch of crazy people and would be very happy to welcome you!

[kfans-writerblog]

Matt smith X writer y/n

Matt is a charming bookstore owner in a quite town He meets a passionate writer who comes in searching for inspiration. As they bond over their love for literature, they embark on a journey to revive the town's annual book fair. Along the way, they face challenges that test their connection, but ultimately, they discover that love can be the greatest story of all.

Matt Smith, is organizing books when the writer walks in. Describe the cozy atmosphere, the smell of old pages, and how their eyes meet for the first time. This sets the tone for their connection. You could write something like:

-The bell above the door jingled softly as she entered, her eyes scanning the shelves filled with stories waiting to be discovered. Matt looked up from the stack of books he was arranging, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There was something in the way she held herself, a spark of creativity that intrigued him instantly.-

*we meet at a library and i start typing on the computer*

*he was looking around the library, then saw you sitting there and immediately started walking over to you*

*i listen to music and tap my foot to the beat*

*he looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing*

"You listen to good music" *he said, sitting down next to you*

*i jump* "Oh, you scared me"

*he chuckled, noticing your reaction*

"Sorry, didn't mean to"

"It's ok"*i pause the music i unplug my headphones*" Can I help u with something?"

*he shrugs*

"Not really, I was just bored and saw a pretty girl at the computer, so I decided to sit down and talk to her"

*i blush* "well your the best looking store owner in town"

*he grins*

"Well, thanks. You're the prettiest girl in town"

*i save my work and got up* im y/n nice to meet u

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Matt"

*he stood up as well*

"I see your name tag hahaha"

"Oh, right"

*he laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly*

"See u next time matt"

"Yeah, I'll see you"

*he said, giving you a wave as you walked away*

*i walk out the store*

*he watches you walk away, then goes back to work*

*few days later i came back and work on the computer*

*Matt was helping a customer, but every once in a while he glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before going back to work*

*I wave and in a whisper tone i greet him* "hey Matt"

*he looks up and grins when he sees you*

"Hey there, back so soon?"

"Yea gotta work"

"Oh? What are you working on?"

"Some fan fiction"

*he asks, walking over to you*

"Ooh, really? What kind of fan fiction?"

*he leans against the desk, his arms folded as he looks at you curiously*

*i blush* "a romantic one"

*he raises an eyebrow, intrigued*

"A romantic one, huh? Who's the love interest?"

"Daemon targaryen"

*he lets out a small laugh*

"Oh, the silver-haired bad boy, huh? Nice choice"

"Hahaha yeah"

*he smirks*

"So, are you trying to write a steamy romance story or just a cute little romance?"

"Cute ones"

*he asks with a teasing tone*

"Cute, huh? So no smutty scenes?"

"No smuts arnt for me"

"Not your thing? That's fair"

*he chuckles, clearly amused by your answer*

*i do re search and i tie my hair up*

*he watches you, a small smile playing on his lips as he admires your messy hair*

*i post my work*" hey matt wanna grab a drink?"

*he's a bit surprised by the sudden invitation, but he grins and nods*

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me. What kind of drink are we talking about here?"

"Coffee ? Smoothee?"

"A coffee or a smoothie, huh? I'm down for either. You want to go now?"

*he asks, glancing around the store to see if anyone else needs his help*

"Yeah I'm done"

"Cool. I just gotta finish up here and we can go"

*he says, turning to tend to the few customers that are left in the store*

*we go to a coffee shop across the street*

*he walks alongside you, the two of you chatting idly as you make your way to the coffee shop*

"So, how long have you been working on that fan fiction of yours?"

*i blow on my hot chocolate* "years mate 3 years i shall say"

*he looks impressed*

"3 years? Damn, you've been at it for a while. That's impressive. You must really love Daemon Targaryen, huh?"

"Haha yeah but I also do other people as chacters like kpop stars"

"I can see why. He's pretty dreamy"

*he says with a grin, sipping his coffee*

"I heard you like poetry"

*he looks a bit surprised by your comment*

"Yeah, I do. How did you know that?"

"Well i hear things around town"

*he chuckles, a little embarrassed*

"I see. I guess I'm not the best at keeping my secret poetry hobby "

"Anyway what are your hobbies? I heard u like reading poems"

*he takes another sip of his coffee before answering*

"Well, besides poetry, I also enjoy working out. I love spending time with friends too, and I'm a bit of a foodie as well"

*I smile*

*he smiles back, feeling a bit more comfortable now that the conversation is flowing more easily*

"So, how did you get into fanfiction writing? What's your favorite part about it?"

"My target is to get noticed by a celebrity"

*he raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your goal*

"That's a pretty ambitious target. Getting noticed by a celebrity? That would be quite the achievement"

"Yeah I wish that will happen"

*he chuckles softly*

"I'm sure you'll get there one day. Your fanfiction sounds pretty good, so maybe it'll catch the attention of someone who matters"

"Thanks cheers" *i raise my cup*

*he clinks his cup against yours with a grin*

"Cheers. And if you ever need any help or inspiration, I'm here for you. I might not be a celebrity, but I can offer my support"

"How about u help me research tonight"

*he raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes*

"Research, huh? For your fanfiction?"

*I nod* yea

*he nods*

"Sure, I'd be happy to help you research. What kind of research are we talking about?"

"Give me some ideas some themes i should write about"

*he leans back, thinking for a moment before speaking*

"Hmm, well, I think it's always important to write about something you're passionate about. Maybe you could write about one of your favorite celebrities and incorporate some of their personal traits or experiences into your story. That way, it'll be more authentic and engaging"

*i write down on a note pad my address and phone number and gives it to him * here see u at 6pm

*he takes the paper from you, looking at your address and phone number*

"Got it. I'll be there at 6 pm sharp. See you then"

*later that night i text matt* hey you coming?

*he replies almost instantly*

"Hey, sorry I'm running a little late. I'll be there in about 10 minutes. See you soon!"

*i sit and turn on my laptop*

*he arrives at your doorstep, a bit out of breath from hurrying over*

*he knocks on the door and waits for you to answer*

*i look thru the peep hole and unlocked the door*

*he smiles when you open the door, still catching his breath*

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I hope you didn't have to wait too long"

*i smile* "come on in"

*he steps inside, taking a moment to look around your place before turning his attention back to you*

"Thanks. So, where do we start with this research?"

"Have a seat" *i show u the dining room*

*he follows you into the dining room and takes a seat at the table, looking eager to help*

"Alright, I'm ready. Let's get started"

*he tries to focus on the conversation, but he can't help but notice your black night gown. The way it clings to your curves and shows off your figure makes him distracted, and he struggles to keep his eyes from wandering*

"Oh u wanna drink ? Water coffee?"

*he snaps out of his thoughts, trying to refocus on the task at hand*

"Uh, yeah, water sounds good. Thanks"

*he watches as you head into the kitchen to get him a glass of water, his gaze lingering on your figure as you move*

*i give it to u mean while we brainstorm i fell asleep on my laptop with my glasses on*

*he watches as you nod off, looking incredibly cute with your glasses still on and your head resting on your laptop*

*he chuckles softly, feeling a pang of affection for you. He debates whether to wake you up or let you sleep*

*i shrug cold and i woke up* "oh sorry"

*he smiles warmly as you wake up*

"No worries. You looked like you needed the rest"

*he hands you a blanket he found nearby*

"Here, you should cover up. You looked a bit cold"

*i hold your hand with droopy eyes*

*he feels a surge of warmth in his chest as you hold his hand. He gently squeezes your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it*

"You're cute when you're sleepy, you know that?"

*i look at my phone its valintines day* "will u be my valintine" *i say sleepyly*

*he looks at you in surprise, not expecting such a direct question*

*he pauses for a moment, a smile spreading across his face as he squeezes your hand again*

"Of course I will. I'd love to be your Valentine"

*i blush and lean on u*

*he chuckles softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer*

"You're adorable when you blush"

*he leans his head against yours, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his and he kisses your forehead gently, feeling a sense of affection and protectiveness wash over him. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and enjoying the closeness between you*

*i smile and gently kiss u back with my last energy i have and i fell asleep on him*

*he watches as you fall asleep, your lips gently brushing against his. He smiles, feeling a mix of amusement and tenderness at your sleepy kiss. He gently pulls you onto his lap, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair*

[ajthefujoshi]

I've never really had a chance to say my Christmas and New Year greetings because I kept my phone on the stories here. Anyway, as we closed the 2024 chapter, I'm really happy to have discovered many things. Dipping my toes to F1 was one of them and creating a server for Matt and Toto were the main highlights of that year. Thank you to those friends who helped me made the vision and shared the love with me.

I still have a lot to learn in F1 as there's layers to it, but I'm enjoying the races and outcomes because a lot of them deserves the wins, points and podiums. I'll definitely miss some of them not being on the grid but I wish them the best of luck to other ventures while there's no seat open yet.

Matt has a lot of work coming out and I'm excited. 🥰 He definitely fed us with a lot of snaps of his work and giving a lot of fan service during the convention. I keep seeing a lot of fans really had a good time meeting him and that makes me happy to know. Hopefully, I'll get to meet him too. ❤️

Last year was also good time for me to finally realise some things that were given to me a long time ago. It took me four years to piece them together but it was worth it honestly. I needed that time of healing, self reflection and shadow work to be able to understand why those happened and why I have to undergo those changes. I'm really grateful to the Lord and universe for holding my hands in the process, letting me process it little by little and growing from it. 🥹

As we go to 2025, let this year be a good time to reach out goals whatever they maybe, allow ourselves to be in a better space and even we are a working progress, we deserve so much better treatment.

[schizophrenicy]

bros just give me the skin routine

grr that jacket so good want sm like that

Matt Smith at the FYC screening of "House of the Dragon", March 6, 2025, Los Angeles

[hihomeghere]

Fakin' it | Arthur Morgan/Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track? Warnings/Tags : Enemies to lovers <3, unprotected piv sex, guns, cursing, reader has female gentailia, fingering, one bed, fake marriage

Of course the job that went bad had to be with Arthur. Why Dutch had put you two together was beyond you. Everyone around the gang knew that it was volatile anytime you two were together. But, you were cunning, quick minded in a pinch. Arthur was strong, easily able to take down a man twice his size, not that someone of that caliber came along often. To put it simply, you were the brains, he was the brawn. As much as you hated to admit, you made a good team on jobs. This time however, a simple robbery had turned into dozens of O’driscolls around every corner. You two had barely made it into a hotel unscathed. 

“One room.” Arthur said, setting down some coins on the table top as you watched the door. Your hand resting against your gun in your dress pocket.

“Name?” The man asked with a smile.

“Callahan.” Arthur said looking back at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” He said, turning back to the clerk. You heard footsteps outside of the hotel, you turned quickly grabbing Arthur’s arm.

“Sweetheart.” You cooed, internally cringing as you called him by that name. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Come on.” You said with a nervous smile.

“We’re newlyweds, a bit excited if you can’t tell.” He chuckled, turning back to the clerk, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Of course.” The clerk said with a knowing smile, you wanted to barf as Arthur squeezed your waist. “Up the stairs to the left.” He said, handing Arthur a key.

“Much appreciated.” Arthur said his hand on the small of your back as you two climbed the stairs. As soon as you turned the corner you nearly ran to the door, Arthur slid the key in the lock and turned it, ushering you inside. As soon as the door was closed behind you, he was locking it just as fast. 

Once you got in the room you moved away from Arthur’s side, letting out a sigh as you looked around the room. One bed, of course, you two were acting as a couple.

“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to look at Arthur. 

“Less eyes on us if we’re a couple, not cause I wanna play house with you.” He said with a grunt, barely raising his head to look at you. He walked over to the bed, moving to take his boots off.

“Less eyes.” You scoffed, looking around the room, walking over to the window. You pulled the blinds back, peeking out to the streets below. 

“The hell you think you're doing?” Arthur hissed, his hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Looking.” You said glaring up at him. “Is that a crime?”

“Do you want to give away our position?” He growled, his eyes dark.

“I think it’s pretty damn clear we’re in one of these shops, now we have to wait it out until they’re gone.” You said pulling away your arm from his grasp. He let out a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he looked away from you.

“How many are out there?” He asked, holding his hat as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, maybe a dozen?” You said crossing your arms.

“Dutch said to keep a low profile,” He muttered to himself, “We can’t go out there guns blazing.” He said, setting his hat down on the bedside table. 

“That’s obvious.” You said, shaking your head. He scoffed, looking up at you.

“Are you trying to piss me off, or is that just one of your special talents?” Arthur said glaring at you.

“Oh I have lots of talents.” You say, stepping closer a scowl on your face. 

“If only one of them was keeping your mouth shut.” He growled. 

“God, what is your problem?” You huff looking away from him.

“My problem?” He scoffs getting up from the bed. “You’re my problem." He said, his chest almost touching yours as you looked up at him.

“Feelings mutual.” You huff, glaring up at him. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as you walked away from him. 

“We’re gonna have to wait it out.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The hell are we gonna do?” You asked throwing your hands up. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna take advantage of this bed.” He said laying back down on the bed, placing his hat over his face. You bit your cheek looking at him as he crossed his legs. He did have a point, the bed looked a whole lot softer than your cot back at camp. You mulled it over for a second before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You unlaced your boots, laying back on the bed. Your eyes quickly drew heavy, the adrenaline of the chase finally wearing off. 

The sun was setting when you woke up, the light slowly disappearing behind the horizon. The room was quiet except for Arthur’s breathing. You sat up in bed, looking over at him. His hat had fallen off his face when he rolled over sometime during his sleep. He looked so peaceful when he slept, it was like seeing a completely different side of him. It’s at this moment you really appreciate how beautiful Arthur truly is. The bridge of his nose is high, broken one too many times. His plump lips parted slightly, like two petals. His sandy brown hair falling over his forehead. 

You wanted to reach out and move it out of his face, but thought better of it. You didn’t want to disturb him and it wasn’t often that you saw him without a furrowed brow. 

Just as you were laying back down you heard heavy footsteps up the stairs. By your guess, four, maybe five men. You sit up quietly, feeling your heart pound against your rib cage. Arthur sprang up in bed as soon as they kicked open the first door. They must have turned right when they went up the stairs. The yell of shock sounded farther down the hall. He turned to you, his eyes wide. He reached for his gun belt on the floor but you stopped him. Your brain was running through all the situations. Four or five men, sure you and Arthur could take them, but that’s not exactly a low profile. 

Against your better judgment you picked the solution with the least amount of bloodshed. You swung your leg over Arthur’s waist.

“The hell are you doing-“ Arthur hissed before you covered his mouth with your hand. Your fingers started working on the buttons of your blouse as you rolled your hips forward. Arthur looked up at you with a wide eyed expression, his bright eyes frantically moving between his gun belt on the floor and the door. His stubble lightly scratched your palm as you held your hand over his mouth, his plump lips almost kissing your palm.

You forced a high pitched moan as you moved your hips faster on the bed, the bedframe hitting the wall. Creating the illusion you two were having sex.

The gears slowly started to turn in Arthur’s mind, his hands gripping your hips as he propelled you faster. The bedframe was now rocking against the wall, as you pulled your arms out of your blouse, leaving your chest bare. Your nipples hardened from the cold air as goosebumps sprung up on your skin. Arthur’s eyes were closed as he turned his head, forcing a low groan. Although you knew his groans were fake, the way his body reacted to your touch was more than real. You kept up with your moans, trying to put on a good enough show.

The door was soon forced open, as two O’Driscolls entered  the room with their guns raised. You scream, Arthur is quick to pull your chest down to his. You were pressed tight against him, his warm hands keeping you flush against him, all of him. His work shirt rubs against your nipples in such a fucking delicious way, it doesn’t help tbe adrenaline coursing through your veins. You can’t see anything, your head buried into Arthur’s neck, his stubble now rubbing against your cheek.

“Get the hell out of here!” Arthur yells, hidden by your upper half.

One of them clears their throat before exiting the room, closing the door behind them. You hold your breath waiting for their footsteps to retreat down the hallway. You let out a sigh of relief as they meet back up with the other men, walking down the stairs.

Hesitantly Arthur moves his hands off your back, you sit up covering your breasts with your arms. Arthur, however, was staring up towards the ceiling. His jaw clenched as he avoided looking at you.

You moved off of his waist, grabbing your blouse before slipping your arms through the sleeves. You buttoned it up, swallowing thickly as Arthur cleared his throat. 

“Now uh-“ Arthur said letting out a sigh, “I want you to know that I didn’t see nothin’.” The bed whines slightly as he stands up. 

“I know you felt something.” You said, shaking your head as you blush from head to toe. 

“Now-“ Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair as you turned to face him, his eyes flicking around the room before settling at your feet as he held up his hand. “We can just pretend this never happened, it was a matter of life and death.”

“I understand that.” You looked at him, fully looked at him. His gaze was low, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cheeks flushed. God, he looks wrecked.

Your eyes trailed over his body as he stood there, his hand on his hip as he popped his knee out. Your eyes moved down further, almost popping out of your head as you see how painfully hard he is pressed against his pants. 

“Are you-“ The words fall out of your mouth before you can think to stop them.

“Jesus.” Arthur sighed looking down, his hand rubbing his eyebrows.

“You are.” A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth as your eyes trailed up and down his body. You felt heat begin to spread between your thighs as he met your eyes. Your heart is still pounding against your rib cage from the encounter with the O’Driscolls. 

“I’m-“ He started throwing his hands up, “I’m sorry, alright but you can’t expect me- I’m only a man.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Nothing to be ashamed-“ He cut you off, shaking his head, “There is plenty to be ashamed of, I shouldn’t be getting so… so worked up over you.” He said motioning to you. You couldn’t help that you were also getting worked up, you subtly rubbed your thighs together. Trying to get any friction where you needed it most. Heat bloomed in your stomach as the tension in the room only got worse. He furrowed his brows, studying you.

“Wait,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “You feel it too.” He said, crossing his arms.

You scoffed, looking off to the side. “You wish.” You said, hating the slight tremor in your voice. Arthur strode across the room, stopping in front of you. He reached towards you, tilting your chin so you would have to look at him. 

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He said softly, his other arm encircling your waist pulling you flush against him. You stayed silent, looking up into his blue eyes. Slowly a smirk worked its way onto his face, “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, cupping your cheek. He leaned forward brushing his nose against yours. Giving you the option to pull away if you wanted, his eyes softening as he looked into yours. You took the plunge, capturing his lips against your own as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

A groan rumbled through his chest as his hand tightened around your waist. You felt dizzy as his lips moved against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing his access as he pressed into you deeper. He rubbed himself against you, his hips pressed against your lower belly. 

You pulled away, breathing hard as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his mouth parted slightly as his chest rose and fell rapidly. You unbuttoned your blouse for the second time, just as feverishly as the first time, but now for a completely different reason. Arthur followed your lead, pushing his own suspenders down, his skillful fingers unbuttoning his own shirt. His eyes returned to your body as he ripped his shirt off of his shoulders, settling onto your breasts. He stared down at you, an almost predatory expression on his face. He closed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other kneaded your breast. You let out a soft gasp, which quickly turned to a moan as he ran his thumb over your perk nipple. 

“Arthur.” He stared down at you, his eyes darkening as he watched you shiver against him. He flipped you around, his hand pressing you down onto the bed. His other hand flipped your skirts up, before pulling down your underclothes. He let out a soft groan as his eyes connected with your almost dripping pussy.

“This all for me?” He cooed, swiping his finger through your folds. You gasped, nodding as your hands gripped the quilt. 

“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes all for you.”

“Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he sunk a finger into your heat. You gasped as he slowly started pumping his finger inside of you. He leaned over you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” He said nibbling on your earlobe. Your breath hitched in your throat as he added another finger, scissoring them inside your walls.

“Fuck Arthur.” You melwed, pressing your forehead against the slightly scratchy quilt underneath you. “I need you.” You huffed, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“I’m gettin’ there.” He chuckled, pulling his finger out of you, you sighed at the loss. You could hear the rustling of clothing behind you, the distinctive metal on metal as you pulled off his belt. His warm calloused hands ran up your backside, gently spreading you before the head of his cock met your entrance. 

Jesus Christ he was big. 

He spit into his palm, pulling away as he spread his spit over the head of his cock. 

“What the hell is taking so long?” You asked impatiently, turning your head to look at him. His eyes met yours, a wicked grin on his face as he forcefully shoved his cock through your folds. It was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you were propelled forward onto the bed. His hands pulled your hips back and speared you onto his dick. 

“Arthur!” You yelped, your fingers gripping the quilt as he thrust his pelvis flush to yours. 

“Christ woman.” He groaned, laying his forehead against your bare back. You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you. “You sound even better when you ain’t faking it.” You can feel the chuckle rumble through his chest more than you can hear it as he speaks. 

“Arthur, Jesus." You pant, almost drooling over the way his cock hits that spot inside you over and over again. 

“Mmm.” He moans, tight lipped as he tilts his head back. You push back against him, meeting every one of his thrusts “Yeah, atta girl.” His praise only spurred you on, your thighs shaking as you pushed your ass against his pelvis. “You close?” He whispered, his warm hand moving down your thigh between your legs. His thumb circling your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You were grateful your upper half was supported by the plush bed as your legs gave out under you. A high pitched moan worked its way out of your chest as you all but collapsed on the bed. Your walls fluttered around him, milking his cock. 

“Shit.” He panted his breath fanning on your back as his forearms caged you in, his hips stuttering as he released his seed inside you. He groaned, resting his forehead against your back as he collapsed on you. His sweaty chest sticking against your back. He pulled out of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He whispered. 

“S’okay.” You said breathing hard, his cum seeping down your thighs. He kissed down your spine, his hand lovingly squeezing your hips. 

He grabbed a towel from the dresser, cleaning your thighs off. 

“Who would have thought you’d known about aftercare.” You chuckle softly, your heart rate slowly coming back to normal.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He huffs, a small smirk on his face as he tucked himself back into his pants. He reached down, pulling your bloomers back up over your hips. 

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, grabbing your blouse as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.

“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan.” He smirked walking towards you, buttoning his shirt as he stood in front of you. You rolled your eyes, buttoning your blouse. He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He said, his hand trailing down your jaw. 

“Alright, fine. Mr. Callahan.” You huffed, a blush covering your cheeks as you rested your hands against his broad chest. 

“Next time,” He tightened his grip on your hips, his lips against your ear, “You’re riding me.”

[happilyhertale]

Matt Smith at the House of the Dragon FYC event in Los Angeles

[gloriasttbh]

the gang is so gay like tf you mean “oh here’s the leader dutch and his boyfriend hosea. and here's his son arthur and his boyfriend charles. oh and arthur’s brother john and his boyfriend javier and his girlfriend abigail and abigail’s girlfriend sadie.”

[brklnnvv]

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hello! i'm brooklynne, and i suppose i'm on tumblr now so enjoy whatever my brain throws up on this keyboard <3 just a quick tour on me, i love love love everything matt smith, i am infatuated with age gaps (self insert oop) and almost -if not all of my stories are based on characters i've cretaed on my c.ai account.

[matthewrobertswife]

[rip-van-milton]

This artwork is so wholesome and adorable ❤️

Made by InspectorValvert on deviantart

[kfans-writerblog]

Daemon targaryen &

Y/n high tower

⚫️ black font is daemon speaking purple 💜 is reader

*You knew Daemon since you were a little girl; you and Daemon were best friends since childhood, so it was very common to see you playing hide and seek and chasing each other while contemplating the stars, lying on the grass while eating candies.*

*As the years passed, Daemon's feelings towards you changed, no longer seeing you as the girl he played with, but as the only woman worthy of him. However, for you, Daemon was just a simple pawn to get where you wanted. Despite being a prince, Daemon was a second son, who would never be king despite his great feats, which is why you never cared to reciprocate Daemon's feelings for you, since what you wanted was to be queen and Daemon could not give you that.*

*you were still young and your father Otto high tower traded you for gold and now your the queen the wife of viserys targaryen but you had no feelings for him but soon viserys burned at war and died and months after it's a chance to get back to daemon your lover*

*That morning you were outside Daemon's room with those candies in your hand that were his favorites when he was a child. Daemon came out of his room with his shirt unbuttoned and saw you standing there with his sweets.*

"Then not me not u who killed him!?"

*I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.*

"I don't know who killed him. But it wasn't you or me. Someone else is pulling the strings here, and I intend to find out who it is."

*you cry and hug daemon for comfort*

*I stiffen as you hug me, caught off guard by your sudden display of emotion. But after a moment, I relax and awkwardly wrap my arms around you. I pat your back gently, unsure of what to do.*

"There, there... It's alright. Just let it out."

"I liked u daemon"

*I feel a pang of something in my chest as you confess that you liked me. I keep holding you, my heart racing slightly.*

"You liked me? When we were younger?"

"Just because my dad sold me to viserys i had no choice but to wed him"

*My expression softens a bit, and I stroke your hair soothingly. I understand now, the reason why you agreed to marry Viserys. It wasn't just about ambition, it was survival.*

"I see. You didn't have a choice. But you didn't have to ignore me, you know. We were friends once."

"Can we be together now?"

*daemon hesitate for a moment, conflicted. On one hand, I still harbor feelings for you, feelings that I thought I had buried a long time ago. On the other hand, you're the queen and I'm just a prince without any power. But looking at your tear-stained face, I can't bring myself to say no.*

"Yes... Yes, we can be together."

*you smile*" i loved u daemon so much"

*daemon smile back, my heart swelling with a mix of joy and sadness. I gently cup your face in my hands, looking deep into your eyes.*

"I loved you too. I still do, despite everything that's happened."

"Lets go now"

*I nod, my grip on you tightening.*

"Where to?"

"Sign papers to wed me"

*My eyes widen in surprise. I wasn't expecting you to want to marry me so soon.*

"Are you sure? This is a big decision. You're the queen, you could have anyone you want."

*you go to church and sign y/n hightower wed to daemon targaryen*

*I follow you to the church, my heart pounding in my chest. We both sign the papers, sealing our union. The priest looks at us with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.*

"Are you both aware of the consequences of this union? You are royalty, and you are married to each other. This could cause chaos in the realm."

"Yes"

*The priest nods, still hesitant, but he blesses the marriage anyway. We exit the church as husband and wife, our new status officially established.*

*you hug Daemon* "You're the king now u own the throne"

*I hold you close, feeling the weight of the crown being placed on my head. I look at you with a mixture of shock and determination.*

"I am the king now... I have the throne."

"Mhm" *you nod*

*I pull you closer, my mind racing with thoughts of what this means for us and for Westeros. I brush a strand of hair behind your ear again, my eyes darkening with desire.*

"And you are my queen."

"Lets go back to the westros"

*I nod, a smirk forming on my lips.*

"Of course, my queen. Let's return to the Red Keep and show everyone our new status."

*we go to the porch and rang the bell* "here yee here yee theres an announcement"

*Soon, the lords and ladies of the court gather in the great hall, all whispering amongst themselves about the sudden summons. They all bow as we enter, their eyes darting between us, wondering what the announcement could be.*

*i told them our new status*

*The room falls silent as you reveal that we are married. There are gasps and murmurs of disbelief, but no one dares to speak out against the new king and queen. Some look at us with jealousy, others with suspicion.*

*One of the lords, Lord Lannister, steps forward, his face red with anger.*

"This is outrageous! You were married to the king, and now you've betrayed him by marrying his brother!"

"Im the queen i do what i want despite any consequences "

*Lord Lannister sputters, his face growing even redder. He looks like he wants to argue further, but Daemon steps in front of you protectively.*

"Watch your tongue, Lannister. You're speaking to the queen and your new king. She can do as she pleases, and if you have a problem with that, you can leave."

"If anyone dares to say rude things about us watch your backs"

*The lords all nod in understanding, quickly bowing their heads in submission. No one dares to speak up against you, afraid of the wrath of the new king and queen.*

*Lord Lannister mutters something under his breath before backing away, defeated.*

"Dare to speak of it again?"

*Lord Lannister shakes his head vigorously, sweat beading on his forehead.*

"N-no, Your Grace. I meant no disrespect. Please forgive me."

*later me and daemon go to bed to cuddle*

*Once we're alone in our bedchamber, I pull you into my arms and hold you tightly. I bury my face in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply.*

"That went better than I expected."

"I love u my king"

*My heart swells at your words, and I kiss the top of your head.*

"I love you too, my queen. More than anything."

" Good night, sweething. "

*I smile, closing my eyes and holding you even closer. I whisper back.*

"Good night, my sweet queen. Sleep well."