#matt smith crackfic

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey can I ask for a smutish fluffish matt smith fic where where they are filming their sex scene but she accidentally says Matt instead of Daemon and the directors like “not again 😒 start from the top”

I'm Into It

Matt Smith x Actress!Reader (lowkey Daemon x Reader lol)

Summary: You were finally getting to live out your fantasies of having Matt around you in that pretty blonde wig, but at what cost?

Word Count: >600

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, they be filming a sex scene for hotd, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Lol this was so much fun to write it's so meta i love it. I hope you like it nonnie <3 and since technically this is daemon related imma tag yallz @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also im tagging @pearlstiare since this lovely dear seemed to enjoy my matt smith fic lol hehe i made another matt fic lol "Dark Kiss"

I was pressed against the wall, a blade to my neck, an arm pressed by my ribcage, pushing me flush against the wall.

I heaved, "do it," I spoke as the blade was pressed closer to my chin, "slit my throat," I chortled, "and then you'll realize just how foolish that decision was after you've spilt my blood."

"Demented hag," Daemon quips, pressing his arm deeper into me.

I lean into him, the blade on my neck presses deeper. I brush my nose against his, "hush, prince," I lick his lips, "we both know you don't think that."

Daemon throws his blade to the side and flips me over, pressing my chest and face roughly against the wall, one arm pushed behind my back. He breathes jaggedly against my neck, "tell me where you hid it."

"Make me," I huff, "you know how," I chuckle, "you know what I want from you."

I wince when he shoves me. I break into another chuckle, "I'll take it however you want to give it, pretty boy."

"Last chance," he warns, "while I'm being nice."

I hum, "I don't want you to be nice. I want you to ruin me."

I smile when he does not reply. I strain my neck trying to look back at him, "dragon lost his fire?"

All at once, I am released and turn back to deviously eye the prince. I bite my lip when he begins to undo his breeches, "you will regret it if you do not obey me."

My heart jumps to my throat at his words. I fall against the wall as he steps forward. I reach out to him as he bunches my skirt up.

I lean against his forehead and sigh when he places his hands on my hips. I raise my leg up to his side and pull him with me as I shift back. I steal a kiss from him and nip at his lower lip when he evades me. When he takes his hand underneath my thigh, I instinctively call out his name.

That was my mistake.

Instead of calling Daemon, I say Matt.

Matt pulls his head back upon hearing his name. He breaks into an airy chuckle, "baby," he coos, leaning into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, pecking the area quickly.

My eyes go wide and I slap my hand on my mouth, looking out to the director and the rest of the crew when I realize my mistake.

Matt pulls away from me, laughing, releasing his hold on my leg to look past the camera. He turns back to me, as I profusely begin to apologize under my breath. He is in a fit of giggles when he seals me into a tight embrace, kissing my shoulder affectionately.

"I am so sorry," I mutter in a guilty tone as I am lifted off my feet by the laughing Matt.

"I'm not," he says, looking out to the camera. He points, "you caught that, right?" He giggles, "I'm going to need a copy of all of these outtakes."

I feel blood rise up my neck, "Matthew, please."

"What?" he turns to me, "my male ego is thriving, lovie. What is this, the tenth time?"

"No!" I call, "... I think only five."

There is a chorus of laughs; someone corrects me by saying it's the seventh.

Matt kisses me cheek, "I'm proud of you, babe."

"Matt, please," the director calls, "stop being distracting."

The entire set breaks into a fit of laughs. I burn with embarrassment, wanting nothing but to be swallowed by the ground, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I turn to Matt and grab his face, "Daemon. Daemon. Daemon."

Matt grins, "Matt. Matt. Matt."

"Stop!" I warn, pulling away from him as I repeat my mantra, "Daemon, Daemon, Daemon."

"Rouge Prince. Dashingly handsome," Matt rubs his nose. He looks at the director, "from the top then?" He chuckles under his breath, "that's what she said."

"Stop!" I whine.

"Oh, alright," he smirks, turning to me, "do me a favor and mess up again. For me?"

"Stop!" I call out the same time as the director.

lol you wanna read another matt smith fic?

[anamazingangie]

So uh. There was a little autocorrect mixup on my daemyra discord, something about a "terrifying type of incest i've never seen before." And us all being like, "we need details!" because we're gross.

When they started describing a cockroach type creature we realized they meant insect. So I was like, "combine em, daemyra doing it in cockroach costumes." and then I had to make an edit to prove Matt Smith would look cute even as a cockroach because he looks cute in everything.

Anyway, it came down to "this should be a fanfic" and I think as admin it was my duty to oblige.

Rhaenyra wasn’t sure how the holiday had creeped up on her, but it was suddenly Halloween and she had nothing to wear. They had nothing to wear. And couples costumes were one of the major benefits of no longer having to hide their relationship, if she was honest. 

But there was a work emergency, and now she wasn’t going to get off until 6 and the party was at 8. Daemon was a competent dude in a lot of ways, with a decent fashion sense, but costumes were a challenge for anyone. There was a mixture of sexiness, cleverness, and humor that had to be balanced, while also ideally being somewhat unique. 

He swore it would be fine. And she trusted him. She did.

…

Her bought them fucking COCKROACH costumes. She didn’t even know what to say. And he looked so proud. She wanted to be mad. She was going to be mad, but she was going to get an explanation first. 

“How are these sexy, exactly?” She asked. 

“There is literally cock in the name.” He said, like it was obvious. 

“How are these funny, exactly?” 

“Didn’t you hear me? Cock-roach.” He repeated.

Ok. Fine. She should have seen that coming. 

“But it isn’t clever.”  She said, he couldn’t argue with that. 

“It is too, cockroaches never die? Right? Just like our love.” And he looked so earnest. 

Fine.  She would wear it. At least it was unique, no one else would buy something this hideous. But knowing Daemon? He’d somehow manage to look adorable in it. 

(he did)

[therealvinelle]

Pardon for my weird imagination in my brain, but when reading your post saying: “the first real remotely ‘badass’ thing I would do after turned into a Twilight zombie…it would be me knitting in lightning speed, and ‘Manics’ would be my knitting battle symphony.” (I know I didn’t quite it quite-on-quote but Vinelle you get my point)

My weird brain image upon reading this is—the notorious Internet meme of Matt Smith’s Morbius dance…So when I read that post, what my brain image told me was Vinelle dancing and knitting in superhuman speed, but the background music was the ultimate nonsensical lyrics of “Off The Meds (Have Sexx).”

After realizing that being a vampire meant nothing but despair, Vinelle had no choice but to embrace it—like Sisyphus should’ve embraced his boulder.

So she picked up her needles, traces of tears still on her face, as now she had chosen her battle.

“HAVE SEXX, HAVE SEXX!”

With the utterly nonsense blasted from the stereo system in her room, she stared into the abyss between each of her sewing. Hats, trousers, mittens, vests…she created those neat patterns on her “children” made of wool threads with lighting speed.

“Bhuti ma yenza yenza

Bhuti ma veza veza”

Those damn lyrics were still blasting. Those god damn awful lyrics.

So let it be her battle symphony. She mused to herself and kept knitting. It would be her eternity, so let it be.

I am so sorry for polluting your Internet experience with my god awful semi-one-shot of fanfic of Vinelle your one single Twilight meta post. No wonder I would be the one of the only three entries of crackfic ‘CAUSE MY BRAIN WORK LIKE CRACKFIC MANUFACTORY!

And here’s a cookie for wishing Vinelle a nice day as always. (Shy smile)

My tumblr has created a Morbius-evoking monster. My god.

Truly an ask of all time, enjoy your cookie!

[angie-j-kay]

First Sentences Tag

Rules: Share the first sentence of your last ten fics/stories. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have. (It should be noted that the character of Tracey Rutledge has been through several different incarnations, and has been shoehorned into a plethora of attemtped and abandoned fanfictions and goofy roleplay games before coming to What You Cast Out. Actually, she started out as a Phantom of the Opera fic I was doing as a joke back in '04, but whatever. Also, these are so not in order.)

1: Unwilling Messiah (Dragon Age/Tracey)

Ow.

2: Saving Prince Charming (Original Fic, same universe as What You Cast Out but otherwise independent)

Some say that this is the sort of story that should start with “Once upon a time,” or something like that.

3: (This one doesn't have a title, it's based on Norse Mythology.)

It was Yule.

4: (Same series, still no title.)

It was long enough ago that he couldn't be completely certain, but as far as Loki was aware he had always known he wasn't entirely Aesir.

5: Hannah (Original Fic, completely independent and SOMEDAY I will bring it to fruition. I'm actually super-proud of this story, so y'all can have a whole paragraph.)

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Hannah who lived in the dark. Not that she knew that she lived in the dark, of course. There were plenty of candles all over the tunnels, so she thought she lived in the brightest, happiest place in existence. She didn’t even have a word for sad, or for pain. She had lived there forever, if you asked her. She couldn’t remember anything before the darkness, or exactly when it started, so it must have been forever.

6: Pass the Popcorn (Doctor Who/Star Trek crossover, back when Matt Smith was the Doctor.)

“Q, I demand that you return us all to our ships immediately!” Picard shouted, infuriated.

7: Mulcahy's Miracle (MASH/X-Men crossover written as a dare, I think it might actually still be on Fanfiction.net somewhere.)

There were so many bodies in the truck... so many.

8: "Nicole Goes to the Republic" is the file name. This one's OLD, like over a decade old. It's a Star Wars Prequel fic based on a freaking awesome dream I had once.

I popped a stick of Winterfresh into my mouth, laughing at the crack the dude sitting next to me had made.

9: Tracey and the Hobbits (Written PURELY to squick my husband out, and because things like sex sort of went unmentioned in Lord of the Rings. For context, you're gonna need the whole paragraph.)

It started with a Hobbit. Two hobbits, actually. If you asked her, however, Tracey would say that it started about three days before, with ale. That was when Pippin had said it.

10: This one's labelled "Soulmate AU Crackfic," and it's based on a joke. I was sent a dare to write Tracey and the MCU Loki in one of those soulmate AU things, and this is the chaos that ensued.

No one knew where Loki vanished to after his failed attack on New York City.

I've got to go make dinner, but I'm just gonna offer this one to anyone who wants it.

[just-some-random-blogger]

AHHHH

Can I request a Matt smith x reader where in real life theyre married and in the show theyre hot sibling lovers 🥵🥵 anyways 👀 theyre doing a bunch of press junkets, interviews, games, etc. and its sooo fluffy☺️ and domestic☺️ and I just want to envision my life with Matt smith 😭

+ some star points if an interviewer asks about their 😏 scenes and they get really embarrassed but cute 🥰🥰😫😫😫☺️

I Can't Help It

Matt Smith x (ME PLS I WANTHIM) Actress!Reader

Summary: The tumblr girlies were absolutely wrecked when they found out their resident girlboss was dating their superwholock tumblr boy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Crackfic, i use y/n im sorry im not that strong, head empty only matt, a bunch of made up stuff because plot!, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: NAH ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I WAS WHEN I SAW THIS I WAS LIKE I GOTTA ZOOM THROUGH ALL MY REQS FOR THIS IASFHASFAS. i swear my anons and i share the same brain fr we all just want the same loser dont we PLSSSSSS [foams in the mouth] Also, idk if you've ever read any of my chris evans fics, but what you want me to do for matt is what i did for him & IM ABOUT TO HAVE A FIELD DAY IM ON CRACK HELLO ALSO ALSO, i get you probably meant they're targaryen sibling/lovers, cause otherwise ALFHKAFA MISS ME W THAT BS, but i decided on doing something different all together so lolol i hope you like it nonnie <3 idk what you feel about matt smith but im still going to tag you anyway holla Tagging: @pinksirensong what do you feel about matt smith HAHAHAHAAHHA

It all started with this tweet that was prompted during a brief interaction at a movie premiere:

@fannygurl007: yeah but matt smith and y/n interacted for 20 seconds and i want them to get married and have babies [clip attached]

being liked by Matt's mom.

Then all hell broke lose.

And hell hath no mercy.

It lead with intense investigations of:

@ihave100problems retweeted: AWFHASL:FHAH WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY WHISPER TO EACH OTHER?!?!? 👹👹👹 @thedoctorswife retweeted: IN FRONT OF MY SINGLE ASS?? THEY FLIRTED IN FRONT OF *MY* SINGLE ASS??? JAIL @mattsmithbithc retweeted: "Oh, I think you look so pretty ------- yeah, that's great -----" HELP WHAT ELSE DID SHE SAY @mattsmithbithc replied: I THINK SHE SAID SMTH ABOUT HIS SUIT BUT IDK WHAT SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP @tennantsmith1 retweeted: you really can't trust men look at the way he's looking at her. i bet it was love at first sight for him. was anything between us even real </3 @mmmyehs retweeted: what's that? my matt smith and y/n cutouts gon sleep outside? I HOPE YOU KEEP EACH OTHER WARM IN HELL @y/nloml666 retweeted: NAH NAH NAH BUT MY BISEXUAL ASS WANTS TO BE IN BETWEEN THAT SANDWHICH @datass00 replied: me watching that vid like [image attached below]

Then these things popped up on youtube:

proof matt smith and y/n have been dating all along 🤡🤡

Clip #1

I stick my hand in a jar and pull out a folded piece of paper. "Who's my celebrity crush," I read out the question, turning back to the camera, "I have long list," I refold the paper as I push it beneath my seat, "and the unfortunate king of that, currently, is Matt Smith."

*cut to a bunch of 🤡🤡🤡 and really loud background music*

One of the staff asks, off camera, "why unfortunate?"

"Well," I chuckle, crossing my arms, "if you know me, then you know when I like something so, so much, I end up hating it." I straighten up, "yeah, Matt Smith may or may not have been subjected to verbal abuse as of late."

I chuckle as I hear a few of the staff wheeze.

I raise a hand and cut through the air, "affectionately, affectionately."

Clip #2

There is an abrupt cut to a sound of a crowd cheering.

Matt leans in, scrunching his face as he brings the mic close to his lips, "sorry, love, what was that?"

*The clip is replayed twice and captioned [IM SORRY THE WAY HE SAID THAT WAS JUST SO HOT I HAD TO REPEAT IT]*

The crowd is gracious enough to quiet down, keeping their fangirling internal.

"Is there an actor or actress that you have not yet worked with but always wanted to?" the lucky fan asks her question again.

Matt hums, leaning back on his sofa chair, repeating the words for good measure. He pulls the mic away as he thinks, then brings it back, "you know what, I have been lucky enough to work with some amazing people," he starts, "but-"

The crowd cheers.

Matt smiles and releases a chuckle, waving the mic around, "but," he carefully says, "I have recently watched Vampire in the Locker for the first time."

The crowd cheers again.

"Yeah, and thought y/n was absolutely fabulous in it."

Someone in the crowd says loudly, "same!"

The crowd, along with Matt, laughs. He straightens up and points, "that person gets it!"

But what it really took was this Instagram post to destroy the internet:

@imthebesty/n: ok but you cant get mad a me, i was there during superwholock. at least one of us won!! ps, he's a horrible cook, i promise you don't want him. i took one for the team 😇

That paired with headlines like:

Y/N confirms relationship with Matt Smith on Instagram with hilarious caption

Matt Smith cooks horribly, according to girlfriend, Y/N, who confirmed rumors with Instagram post

"I took one for the team," Y/N says in Instagram post, referring to dating Matt Smith

Tumblr but all stayed sane:

winchester-pie: Are you normal, or are you losing your mind overthinking one of the superwholock girlies is secretly y/n 369,278 notes dont-talk3me: When I gaslight people, it's bad, when y/n gaslights people, it's taking one for the team? 16,586 notes uowbish: I'm gonna say it: I DONT CARE THAT YOU'RE DATING MATT SMITH YOU SHOULD BE DATING ME [image attatched] 99,345 notes sh3l0ck3D: thinking about how y/n once said that she wrote fanfiction that was popular online. i should have known it was superwholock, she unhinged as fuck. 836,084 y/nb00tyluv: OK but i genuinely think y/n and matt smith talked for 5 minutes then decided to date after that 74,670 notes prettyeyebrows: ok but tell me y/n doesn't look like the type to make memes like this [image attached below] 424,245 notes

The cherry on top was when Vogue magazine graced the world with this brilliant interview:

I introduce myself and turn to my side, smiling at the man next to me.

"I'm Matt, and today we-"

"Smith."

Matt turns to me, words going dry.

"You're Matt Smith," I correct, blinking at him.

Matt looks at me for a good moment then raises a hand between our faces, turning back to the camera, "and today, we're going to be-" he cuts himself off with a laugh when he hears me laughing.

He drops his hand and gives me a look before continuing, "we're going to be answering some questions for-"

Matt points to me so that I finish his sentence.

"Vogue magazine!" I say, making the man beside me clap his hands.

The most played part of that interview is this scene:

Matt is reading from a card, "if you could have something of the other's, what would it be?" He chucks the card away, turning to me just as I turn to him.

I mutter under my breath as I think, "something of the other's?"

Matt furrows pouts his lips out in thought.

A beat of silence passes.

We then simultaneously trail off as we both whisper, "like a baby."

I wheeze and lean into Matt, dying of laughter. He snorts and beams like a boy on Christmas, dropping his jaw low.

"No," I warn as I raise a finger through my chuckles, "behave."

Matt throws an arm around me as he lets out more deep laughs.

"The fact we both keep answering the same thing means me hang out too much."

He scoffs. "Clearly not enough though," Matt notes, making me glare at him and shake him off. He withdraws his arm, face still awfully pleased.

I give him a look, "your mother has been ingraining that ideation in your head too religiously."

"I mean," he grabs my hand. He looks at me for 3 whole seconds before sighing and saying, "you would make a great mother."

I purse my lips and sighing as well. I lean into him a bit as I softly admit, "and I think you would make a great father."

For a moment, the two of us look at each other.

I pull my hand away from him, moving to grab another card.

Here are a few of the most liked comments on that video:

Jason Stone: I have absolutely no idea who either of these people are and only watched this video because it autoplayed. Do I want them to get married and have babies though? Yes. Yes I do. 88.9k likes kpopinmybloodstream: matt the entire video:😍🥰😘 y/n the entire video: 😍🥰😘 me the entire video: 😍🥰😘 but single as fock 🤡🤡🤡 103k likes sowrr88: if i cant have what they have, i dont want it 94k likes

[just-some-random-blogger]

hey, sorry to bother you, I wanted to ask you if you could do Matt Smith x readerMatt and Reader are friends and colleagues, Reader has been in love with Matt for some time, but being friends she doesn't know what to do, when she hears the news that Matt seems to be dated Emma Laird. but when Reader gets drunk you go to Matt's house angry, at first Matt doesn't understand why Reader is so angry with him, but when Reader confesses everything to him, that he had feelings for you too

Security

It's midnight, and Matt is awoken by a call from his apartment's security regarding a drunk visitor.

Matt Smith x Reader | 500< | cw: gender neutral!reader, rpf, fluff, a bit of crack, typos, etc.

A/N: i havent done rpf in a while it kinda feels weird now /alsfhasfsaf. i changed a bit with the ending, so hope you still like it nonnie! I only used 'I' in this fic, so anyone can read <3. image from pinterest

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx

"I hate you," I groan and push the man away.

In reality, the force of the push propels me back rather than the target. Matt grunts, only because he has to reach out and grab my arm. I flail him away.

He lets go only to grab me again because I topple.

"Chris'sakes," he mutters, reeling me in, "how'd you even manage to come 'ere, love?"

I grit my teeth and yank my arm free. Matt's raises his hands up in defeat.

"I hate you," I mumble again.

He shakes his head and leads me into his home, "right." He unlocks his door, "honestly, I'm the one who should be saying that, considering you came to my house during witching hour."

We step inside. I slowly strip myself of my shoes, and my coat, and my socks and my-

"Woah there-" Matt grabs my hand just before I can remove my shirt, "it's still a bit nippy in here. Might want to keep that on."

I huff and pull away from him. He watches as I wobble back into his couch. I slump on the cushions. He places his hands on his hips, "right. You want some w-- no, I'll go get you some water."

The next moment, I'm being hoisted up and seated down.

"Come on then, drink up."

Matt is crouched down in front of me. I turn away when a cup is brought towards me. I groan, "I hate you."

He sighs and places the cup on the coffee table. He sits down next to me and leans back. Arms crossed, he says, "right. You say that but care to explain why?"

I turn to his side and glare, "because I can't like you anymore."

He knits his brows together.

I release a breath. He slightly cringes at the smell of alcohol. I mumble, "... you've got... someone else."

"Someone else?" he says with a chuckle.

I turn to him as he laughs. I mumble, "I saw the articles."

"Have you now?" he says with amusement, "who was it this time?"

I grow angry at his laughter. I mumble again, "I fucking hate you."

He chortles, "what? Why? R'you in love with me?"

My eyes turn to the cup before me.

His laughter dies down. He shifts on his side and lowers his head to look at me, "... bollocks."

I turn to him, feeling a pit form in my chest. I mutter, "I hate you."

His brow quirks. "I know," he sighs out, "best we talk about this in the morning, love."

Matt stands and walks off. He comes back with a pillow and a blanket. He places the pillow beside me and drapes the blanket over my shoulders.

"Get some sleep," he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I look up at him.

He brushes his thumb on my neck, "we'll talk about this is the morning, yeah?"

He pulls away and places his hands on his hips.

I curl up into the blanket and lie down. I garble against the pillow, "fuck off."

He sniggers, "I live here, cutie."