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[happilyhertale]

New pics of Matt Smith and Austin Butler on the set of ‘Caught Stealing’

[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:

[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.

[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.”

[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.”

[flo-zoinks]

WHAT I IMAGINE EACH MODERN DAY JOB EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER WOULD HAVE (legal)

Javier - musician (in a band but more often then not is doing solo performances)

Trelawny - all ages Magician/street performer

Pearson - office canteen cook

Abigail - barista

John - goes from job to job until becoming buying his own hunting shop and gets to go hunting often

Dutch - used to be a generally unliked politician by the people (aside from a cult following) but quit to become a youth group leader essentially grooming children into his ideals

Hosea - Uni Professer who would've been fired years ago for his actions but students adore him and somehow get good results

Arthur - a small art store owner with few yet very recurring customers

Sadie - hunter out far away from cities (buys from John's place and goes with him hunting)

Charles - farmer far from cities too

Uncle - FIRED UNEMPLOYED BUM

Bill - running a construction company

Kieran - stable hand

Jack - writer (1914) but works for in his mother's bar sometimes for extra cash

Karen - door to door saleswoman

Tilly - fashion designer

Mary-beth - a writer too

Grimshaw - bar owner who treats her favourite customers like family

Reverend - guess it's a clue in the name

Micah - gun shop assistant manager

Molly - ballet teacher (her LOVES designing the costume and stories)

Sean - it changes every 6 months to something completely random to the last but rn its delivery boy

Lenny - consultant for a major company (always has a job ready incase sean needs it)

YALL THIS ONE IM NOT SURE ABOUT BUT TELL ME WHO I FORGOTTT

[rip-van-milton]

This artwork is so wholesome and adorable ❤️

Made by InspectorValvert on deviantart

[happilyhertale]

Matt Smith at the MegaCon Orlando 2025

[mareig3]

I've made some rdr2 stickers for my future conventions. It's something I've been postponing for a while hehe but they're finally here!

I'll be attending Japan Weekend Madrid in September and MCM London in October, but in case you miss those events you can also buy them in my store <3

[matthewrobertswife]

[heavenlymorals]

Since a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, let's drunkinly antagonize the camp members to know what Arthur dislikes the most about them even if he won't usually say it:

- Dutch: How vague and unauthentic he is, how he's always been a good actor, and how rash he could get.

- Hosea: How "boring" he's gotten and how he always seems to be complaining.

- Charles: How "boring" he seems to be.

- Javier: How vain and "effeminate" he seems to be.

- John: How "pathetic" he is.

- Bill: How "dumb" he is.

- Sean: How "shifty" he is and how he overplays himself. Oh, and how lazy he is.

- Lenny: How "cocky" he's getting and how he thinks he "knows more" for his age then he actually does.

- Swanson: How "pathetic" and "useless" he is.

- Strauss: How he isn't "man" enough to deal with his own business and how "weak" he is.

- Uncle: How lazy he is and how he has "wasted" his life.

- Pearson: How much he yaps about the navy and how his cooking is bad.

- Micah: Just him in general. "There he is, God's gift to nobody." If I was Micah, I'd cry.

- Mary Beth: Honestly? Nothing. He doesn't dislike anything about her, he only thinks that she isn't cut out for their life and that it makes her needy.

- Tilly: How "untrustworthy" she could be given her history with her old gang.

- Abigail: How much she "complains and moans" at John and just in general, and her past as a working girl.

- Karen: How much she drinks and how "unladylike" she can get.

- Molly: How lazy and "unstable" she is.

- Grimshaw: How she is always in a "mood" and how she "sucks the joy" out of their lives. (He also makes a comment that's like "if this is how women are when they get old, no wonder Dutch keeps trading for a younger model" Arthur, wtf bro that's not cool😭)

- Sadie: How much she keeps complaining and trying to act all "tough".

- Kieran: How he doesn't stand up for himself and how "nervous and anxious" he is all the time.

And to Arthur? I probably gave him liver failure ☹️ Anyways, yea, I dunno why I did all of that, but here it is now 🤷🏻‍♀️

[kfans-writerblog]

The Last page of our story

*one day i fainted during work and your on set and you get a call from the hospital*

*Matt picks up his phone quickly after noticing it was the hospital calling*

"Hello is this y/ns family?"

"Yes, this is Matt Smith, what's happened to her?"

"You need to come ASAP mister smith"

*Matt cursed silently under his breath*

"Okay, I'm on my way, how long has she been unconscious?"

"Were not sure she just got sent in unconscious on the street so please hurry we need to discuss an emergency"

"I'm already in the car, I'll be there as fast as I can" . *Matt put the phone on speaker and speed up*

*i woke up and sees the doctor* "i know doc i have a brain tumer"

*Matt listened in, his heart dropping at the words. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to keep his focus on the road*

*Matt clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to panic*

"I'm almost there, darling. Just hang on, please".

*i ask the doctor* "dont tell my boyfriend, please"

*The doctor glanced over at you, unsure if he should keep quiet or not*

*Matt arrived at the hospital and rushed inside, looking for the room you were in*

*i shook my head, but the doctor thinks otherwise*

*Matt saw the doctor's hesitation and approached him*

"Where is she?"

"She's here sir" *the doctor waves at Matt*

*Matt follows the doctor to your room, his eyes filled with worry and relief at the same time. He enters and stands beside your bed, taking your hand gently in his*

"Babe why are you here you should be working"

*Matt looks at you, his expression a mix of concern and relief*

"You fainted, and the hospital called me. I had to come see you." *He stroked your hair back, his touch gentle*

"The doctor said I'm ok right doctor?"

*The doctor nods, looking between you and Matt*

"Yes, you're okay. But we need to discuss something important."

*i roll my eyes*

*Matt notices your eye roll and gives your hand a light squeeze, silently asking you to behave*

"OK fine"

*The doctor sits down in a chair beside the bed, looking at you seriously*

"I'm going to need to run some tests on you to confirm the diagnosis."

"I knew i have it but dont tell him"

*The doctor glances at Matt, who is listening intently. He sighs*

"Miss, I think it's important for your boyfriend to know. He's clearly worried about you."

"Ugh, but i dont want him to be sad"

*Matt frowns, his eyes narrowing slightly*

"I don't want to be left in the dark either. I have a right to know what's going on with you."

"Ok, fine, throw the sadness to him" I say in a grumpy tone

*The doctor nods and looks back at Matt*

"Mr. Smith, your girlfriend has a brain tumor."

*I shake my head and face palm*

*Matt freezes, his eyes widening in shock. He looks at you, disbelief written all over his face*

"You... you have a tumor?"

"Yes" I say in a grumpy tone

*Matt is speechless for a moment, trying to process the news. He looks back at the doctor*

"Is it...is it bad? Is she going to be okay?"

*the doctor shook his head and look seriously* "im sorry its unoprateable"

*Matt's heart drops, his face turning pale. He grips your hand tightly, his knuckles turning white*

"What...what does that mean? It can't be removed?"

*i looked down* i told u not to tell him *i said furiously*

*Matt is torn between his anger and fear. He stares at you, his expression a mixture of pain and disbelief*

"You knew? You knew you had a tumor and didn't tell me?"

"I dont want u to be like this look at u your sad now because of me and i didnt want pitty"

*Matt's voice cracks as he speaks*

"You think I would pity you? You think I wouldn't care if I knew? I'm not sad because of you, I'm sad because you didn't trust me enough to tell me! I could've been there for you, we could've gone through this together!"

"I dont want to bother u! Your new show is coming out soon and u have to go to red carpet and me i just stay home"

*Matt's expression softens, realizing your fear of being a burden*

"You're not a bother. I don't care about the show or the red carpet. You're more important than any of that."

-*day by day time flies until the last day*-

*Matt is constantly by your side, trying to spend as much time with you as possible. He holds your hand, talks to you, and tries to make you laugh, but he can't hide the worry in his eyes. The days seem to go by too fast, and the inevitable day arrives when the doctor says it's time*

*one day matt went for work i passed away amd he got a call*

*Matt's phone rings as he is in the middle of a scene on set. He glances at the caller ID, seeing the hospital number, and his heart sinks. He excuses himself and steps aside to answer the call*

"Im sorry mister smith" *nurse said*

*Matt's voice trembles as he responds*

"Is this about (Y/N)?"

"Yes she's passed"

*Matt's breath catches in his throat, and he struggles to speak*

"No...no, that can't be true. You must have the wrong person."

"Y/n (last name)?"

*Matt's grip on his phone tightens, his knuckles white. He feels like he can't breathe, like the world is crashing down around him*

"No, no, please. Please tell me it's a mistake."

"Im sorry"

*Matt sinks to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him. Tears stream down his face as he tries to process the news. He feels like a part of him has been ripped away, like he's lost a piece of his soul. He can't believe you're gone, and he's devastated*

*he covers his face with his hands, trying to hold back his tears*

"I can't lose her. I can't lose her like this. She's my everything. I need her"

"You can see her for the last time before we move her to the mourge" nurse said

*he looks up, a look of horror on his face*

"No, no... please don't say that. She's not dead, she can't be. I won't believe it until I see her myself"

*the nurse opens the door and let u see me dead*

*he stumbles into the room, his heart shattering at the sight of you lying lifeless on the bed. He falls to his knees beside you, reaching out to touch your cold, still face*

"No... no, this can't be real. Please wake up. Please, darling, wake up"

*the nurse tears up and gives us privacy*

*he sobs uncontrollably, holding your hand in his, feeling the weight of the world crashing down on him. He leans his forehead against your still chest, unable to accept that you're gone*

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I love you... I love you so much"

*the doctor writes notes*

*the doctor watches Matt as he grieves, knowing that there's nothing he can do to ease his pain. He signs the papers, marking you as deceased, and silently exits the room, leaving Matt alone with your lifeless body*

*the doctor patsmatts back* she loved u

*he looks up at the doctor, his face streaked with tears*

"I know she did. And I loved her too. I loved her more than anything in this world. I don't know how I'm going to go on without her"

"Take care" doctor said

*he nods, his voice barely above a whisper*

"Thank you... for everything. I'll try my best"

*doctor leaves and they take me to the mourge*

*Matt stays by your side until the last possible moment, holding your hand tightly as they prepare to take you away. He kisses your forehead one last time, his heart shattered beyond repair*

*they disect me and take my heart and liver away for donation*

*he watches as they take your heart and liver, his heart aching with each passing moment. He feels sick, knowing that your beautiful body is being treated like this. But he knows that at least you're helping someone else, and he tries to find comfort in that thought*

*the sow me back up and put me in a mourge and the guy said* "she was a nice person she was willing to donate herself to people in need"

*he nods, his voice cracking as he speaks*

"She was... the best person I've ever known. She was selfless and kind, and she always put others before herself. I'm so glad that her heart and liver will continue to help people who need it"

"Thank u mister smith"

*he manages a small, sad smile*

"Thank you for taking care of her... for giving her the dignity she deserves. I'll never forget her"

*he hugs u and they gave u money* "this is for donation reward money"

*he hugs the man back, surprised by the gesture*

"Thank you... thank you so much. I'll put this money to good use, I promise"

*later that night u went home alone*

*he walks through the front door of his empty house, the silence deafening. He feels lost and alone, the weight of your absence bearing down on him. He looks around, seeing the familiar surroundings that had once been filled with your laughter and your presence*

*the funny birthday celebration keeps coming up in his mind*

*as he sits on the couch, his mind drifts back to the birthday celebration you had together. He remembers the way you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled with joy. He remembers dancing with you, holding you close as he twirled you around the room. Tears stream down his face as he realizes that he'll never get to experience that joy again*

*the night became darker and it remindid u of our anniversary dance*

*he stares out the window, watching as the sky turns dark and the stars come out. He remembers the anniversary dance you shared, how beautiful you looked in your dress and how perfectly you fit in his arms. He can still feel the warmth of your body against his, the softness of your skin under his hands. The memories flood his mind, filling him with both joy and sorrow*

*my spirit comes in* "sweetie"

*he jolts, feeling a strange presence in the room. He looks around, his eyes widening as he sees you standing there, a gentle smile on your face*

"Darling? Is that really you?"

"Dont be sad"

*he stares at you, tears streaming down his face*

"How can I not be sad? You're gone... and I'll never see you again"

"I'll be watching you from a far and protect u no matter what"

*he feels a mix of emotions, relief and sadness washing over him at your words*

"You will? You'll really be watching over me?"

"Im your gaurdian angel now"

*he laughs softly, a small smile breaking through his tears*

"Of course you are. You've always been my guardian angel, haven't you? Even when you were alive"

*i caress matts cheek wipe his tears away*

*he leans into your touch, closing his eyes as he feels the comfort of your presence. He can almost feel the warmth of your hand against his skin, and it makes him long for your touch even more*

"Bye my love "

*he opens his eyes, feeling a pang of sadness as you begin to fade away*

"No... please don't go. I don't want you to leave me"

*my ghostly figure hugs matt *

*he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your hair. He can feel your spirit wrapping around him, providing a sense of comfort and warmth that he had desperately missed*

"I love you... I love you so much"

"I love you too sweetie' *i kiss your forehead good bye*

*he feels the soft touch of your lips on his forehead, and it's enough to make him shiver. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and sadness*

"I'll never forget you. I'll carry you with me always"

*i smile and fade away*

*he watches as you disappear, the air feeling colder and emptier without your presence. He's left alone again, his heart heavy with grief, but he knows that you'll always be with him, watching over him from a distance then he sits on the floor, the photo book in his lap. He slowly flips through the pages, each picture a painful reminder of the life you had shared together. He smiles at some of the memories, tears welling up in his eyes as he sees your happy faces*

-a note fall out-

*he notices the note fall out of the photo book, and he picks it up curiously. He unfolds it, his heart racing as he reads the words written on the paper*

"Hey babe its me y/n if u see this its probably my time and i wanna say i lobe u so much u mean the world to me and move on you deserve love"

*tears stream down his face as he reads your note. The pain in his heart intensifies as he realizes that you've written this just for him. He holds the note close to his chest, your words filling him with a bittersweet sense of comfort*

"I love you too... I'll never stop loving you. But how can I move on when my heart belongs to you?"

The end