Lowkey thinking of writing an x reader smut fic based around Brendan Fraser's character in The Mummy, purely for my own enjoyment. Idc if it gets 2 likes I just need content 😭 but if anyone's interested let me know bc I love when ppl feed into my delusions lmaoooo
The Mummy and the Mummy Returns are literally my comfort movies! Perfect movies and I refuse to hear otherwise. They’re my favorite movie couple right next to Morticia and Gomez Addams.
I can’t wait to watch the sequel, I think I’m gonna go on a Brendan Fraser movie binge after this 🤣
also same I loved their storyline they were giving me Steve and Peggy vibes a little bit lol
just watched The Mummy (1999) for the first time (I know, I’m late) but GODDAMN late 90s Brendan Fraser is the fucking blueprint. Can someone pls point me in the direction of some Rick O’Connel smut 😭😭😭
I’m currently working on a smutty RedK Clark x Reader AU fic where Clark is the guitarist in a band. Like, reblog, or comment to be added to the tag list :)))) 🫣
Warnings: smut (obv), unprotected p in v (oops), oral (male receiving), swearing, and probably other things I forgot to include, mdni
*note: Iistened to Babylon (live) by 5sos and Touch by The Driver Era on repeat while writing this so do with that info what u will*
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The scent of vodka and cigarettes overwhelms you in an instant. The sticky floors and dimly lit venue do little to deter you on your mission to make it to the edge of the stage. However, it's not center stage you're after. You position yourself for the optimal view, right in front of the guitarist's spot. The lead singer of tonight's band is undoubtedly the crowd's favorite eye candy. But you prefer the tall, dark, and mysterious allure of guitarist Clark Kent.
You wait for what seems like forever, feeling the effects of the shot of tequila you took in line and guarding your spot from any other girls who are just as hopeful to catch the attention of the guitarist. Suddenly, a collection of screams erupt as the band enters from the opposite side of the stage. The bassist is the first to take his position on the far end, followed by the drummer in the back. The lead singer takes his time swaggering over to the mic in the center while Clark Kent moves swiftly behind him to land right in front of you. The singer addresses the crowd and is met with an endless string of cheers, but your eyes never leave the guitarist. As he finishes adjusting the straps of the guitar, his concentration breaks for a moment as he spots you. You do your best tipsy attempt at bedroom eyes as he slowly looks you up and down. You could swear for a moment that you saw a flicker of light flash across his eyes. His stare was intense, burning into you like the heat of a thousand suns. The warmth spread across your body like a wildfire and you were more determined than ever to end up in his bed. Or at the very least, backstage in his dressing room.
The drummer cued them into their first song and Clark Kent was forced to tear his eyes away from you. For the rest of the set, you did your best to get him to fixate on you once more. Singing the lyrics at the top of your lungs, dancing seductively to the music, doing anything you can for his eyes to find yours again. His fingers effortlessly strummed the guitar during his solo which caused you to scream his name for the first time that night. Clark Kent hoped it wouldn't be the last time he heard that intoxicating sound. Feeling emboldened by you, Clark makes his way to the edge of the stage and drops to his knees in front of you. Throwing his head back, he continues to wail on the guitar as you scream his name again. Your palm makes contact with his knee and that same flash of light appears in his eyes. Clark whips his head forward, his soft curls wet with sweat and his face inches from yours. Still hell bent on bedding the guitarist, you take his face in your hands and make contact with his lips. Without missing a single cord, he kisses you back and practically shoves his tongue into your mouth. His kiss is even more dizzying than the tequila from earlier, and you're so weak in the knees that the two girls behind you are all that's keeping you from crashing onto the floor. It's over as soon as it begins though as Clark rises from the floor and returns to his place for the final song. Looking you dead in the eyes, he wipes the remnants of your lipstick from the corner of his mouth. But nothing could erase the shade of cherry from his lips. Before the music starts, he looks over to the security guard stationed at the stage door and gestures in your direction. His eyes snap back to you and he nods towards the stage door. Putting the pieces together, you make your way to the stage door at the end of the show, but not before Clark can throw his red guitar pick your way.
The security guard recognizes you and lets you in without a second thought. You briefly wonder if this is something Clark does often, but you find yourself too enamored with him to care. You wait in the wings for the band to say their goodbyes to the crowd. The guitarist approaches you with a devilish smirk on his face and looks you up and down for the second time.
"Hello gorgeous," he says as he reaches for your hand. Before you even get a chance to respond, he begins leading you backstage. "Let's take this somewhere a little more private."
You struggle to keep up with those long legs of his, but eventually you make it to what you assume to be his dressing room. Of course, your presence doesn't go unnoticed, but you don't receive more than a smirk or a playful eye-roll from his fellow bandmates. You assume they're also pretty comfortable bringing fans backstage every now and then for a little more than a meet and greet. Clark throws open the door and practically pulls you into the room and onto the couch.
"Can I get you something to drink?" he asks. Feeling the nerves suddenly creep in as the tequila wears off, you decide it's time for another round.
"Vodka soda," you respond, desperately trying to replicate your sexy persona from earlier during the show. He hands you the drink and you immediately down half of it before you notice the bottle of water in Clark's hands.
"C'mon, you can't let me drink alone," you tease.
"I would, gorgeous, but I don't drink. Not for lack of trying of course...I just can't get drunk."
You're left to ponder what kind of man isn't able to get drunk and this only adds to the enigma that is guitarist Clark Kent.
"I've never met a man who can't get drunk. I wonder what other secrets you're hiding Clark Kent."
He's sitting so close that you can practically feel the heat radiating off his skin. His finger reaches for your chin and pulls you to face him. Your eyes meet and that familiar warmth consumes you once again.
"Tell me your name," he says, his eyes now fixated on your lips. You let out a laugh before replying.
"Does it matter? I'm sure that by tomorrow you won't remember."
"It matters because I wanna know who's been screaming my name all night."
You practically chug the last few sips of your drink to distract from the prominent blush forming on your cheeks.
"Oh please, I bet you sleep with every girl that bats her eyes at you and has her tits on display in the front row."
"And what if I do. Is that gonna stop you?"
Defeated and knowing that almost nothing could prevent you from sleeping with him, you don't respond. Instead, you grab his face and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time slipping his tongue back into your mouth and his giant palm begins to slide from your thigh up to where you need him most. A quick bite of your lip elicits a breathy moan from you and his lips leave yours for a moment.
"That's what I thought," he says before bringing his lips right back to yours. He continues to lean towards you and gravity eventually takes over to help lower you onto the couch. The guitarist is now hovering over you and planting a trail of kisses from your jawline down to your neck. You're sure he's going to leave a mark from how hard he's sucking on your neck. Suddenly, he bites the delicate skin, forcing another moan out of you as your legs wrap around his torso. His hips begin to rut into your clothes core until both of you can't take it anymore. Clark tears your shirt off with ease and quickly follows with his own. He begins to unbuckle his belt, the sound of which practically soaks your panties. It's almost as if he can sense it somehow because he immediately pushes up your skirt and pushes your panties to the side to feel between your slick folds.
"God, baby you're so wet already." He brings his fingers, now drenched in your juices, up to your mouth. Looking him dead in the eyes, you comply and suck on his large digits.
At last, the guitarist frees himself from his boxers and aligns himself with your entrance. It's big, to say the least. So big, in fact, that your eyes bulge from their sockets at the sight of it.
"Relax, baby. I promise you'll like it, but I can't promise I'll be gentle," he says with a cocky grin on his face. Your lips meet again as he slowly pushed into you.
"Oh my God, Clark" you groan. His cock stretching you out in ways no one has before.
"That's right, baby. You’re mine tonight. You understand that?”
You've fully adjusted and Clark's fucking you at relentless pace.
"Yes!Yes! Oh my God, yes!"
You could tell he was holding back.
“Harder!”
“You sure about that?” he questions, with one eyebrow raised and all you can muster is a fervent nod of your head.
You can see it up close now. A flame flickers across his irises and he begins fucking you so hard that you don't think you'll be able to walk out of here. The couch begins to squeak under the force of his thrusts and you're not sure if it, or you, will be able to last much longer.
"Fuck, Clark!" you scream, loud enough for his bandmates to hear for sure. You cling to him for dear life as fucks all common sense out of you. The tip of his dick continuously hitting your cervix which causes you to bite into his shoulder to keep from crying out. You could swear you bit him as hard as you could, but oddly enough, there’s no mark to be seen on his skin.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming” he groans as he quickly pulls out and releases his load onto your stomach.
Feeling practically drunk on Clark’s cock, you lay motionless on the couch as he wipes off the mess.
“Oh, baby, I’m not done with you just yet,” he mutters.
Clark then proceeds to help you into a sitting position. He stands tall in front of you, cock perfectly aligned with your mouth. You wonder how he’s hard again so soon, but you're still too cock drunk to care. You take his hard member into your mouth and stare up at him as you begin to suck. Bobbing your head back and forth, and getting him painfully hard in the process, you feel his dick pounding at the back of your throat. You’re a drooling, teary eyed mess before he pulls out of your mouth and leans down to kiss you once more. Both hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you to stand up from the sofa. Without ever breaking the kiss, he leads you over to his vanity. He finally pulls away from your lips only to forcefully turn you around and bend you over the desk.
“I want you to look in the mirror while I fuck you. Think you can do that?” he asks.
With your ass still firmly pressed up against him, you turn your head and nod in agreement.
“Good, keep those gorgeous eyes on that pretty face of yours.”
He lines himself up with your entrance, having to squat in the process due to his height, and immediately pushes into your core. You catch a glimpse of your face contorting in the mirror, both from the pain the sheer size of him and from the pleasure of him stretching you out once again.
Clark also takes notice of your expression as he fully enters.
“You like that, baby?” he teases. “You like taking this dick don’t you?” All you can muster is another nod of your head in response. That isn’t enough for Clark because you can feel him grip your hair and pull back with a sharp tug.
“Tell me how good it feels, baby. Let everyone know how good I’m fucking you.”
“You’re fucking me so good Clark. God, your cock feels so good inside me.”
He picks up his pace, fucking you so hard that you think the mirror of the vanity could shatter at any moment. Your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the desk, the only thing keeping you upright at the moment.
“Yes baby, just like that. Fuck me!” you cry out. You start to match his rhythm and throw it back against him. God, it felt like he could last forever. But the motion of you bouncing your ass back against him pushed him over the edge as he painted your backside with his release.
A gleam of sweat on your forehead reflected back at you in the mirror, but Clark didn’t have a drop on him. You noticed you were panting, trying to catch your breath, but Clark was breathing just fine.
“Alright, Clark. I think you have some explaining to do," you huffed.
“Me?” he chuckled. “What exactly do I need to explain?”
“Well for starters, maybe the insane strength and stamina? Or how about the inability to get drunk? Or, the craziest of them all, the literal flames I’ve seen in your eyes tonight?”
He smiled as if these were all your run-of the mill guitarist skills before he began his explanation.
“I think you better sit down.”
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AN: Thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged! I hope I didn't let you down lol. Pls reblog and comment, I would love to write more for smallville Clark soon (and maybe even superman 2025 Clark hehe). I'm going to link the Tik Tok that inspired this fic below, pls go like and show them some love. -alex <3
