I think this might be too long to be a drabble but oh well. Here's a CK 'Drabble'. 18+ MDNI
I think one thing that I don’t see enough about Clark but I’m certain is canon for him is that he’s the kind of partner who wants to be closer than close. All the time but especially during sex. Like, might as well be trying to get under your skin close and so intense with it. Obvs gotta talk about his oral fixation that he definitely has too, poor guy can’t keep his tongue in his mouth.
The open window is doing nothing at all to cool either of you down or dilute the thickness in the air from how intense your love making is. Sheets hot and sticking to your back, Clark’s body hot and sticking to your front. Completely sandwiched between him and the mattress. Broad, hard shoulders completely covering you to the point if someone came in they wouldn’t even see you. All you can see, feel, smell is just him. The thick scent of pure man coming off him is intoxicating and his breath making your mouth water when you feel it hot against your cheek. He has one hand spread across your back between your shoulder blades to keep all of you pressed against him and the other is hooked behind your knee, pulling your thigh up his waist to get as much of him in you and on you as possible. Switches between sucking on your tongue and grazing his teeth up and down your jaw and neck. It's like he’s experiencing cuteness aggression and just feels the uncontrollable need to completely smush his nose against your cheek so needy you think for a second he might break it. Nudging your head up with it so he can get even closer in your neck and suckle on your ear.
You’re already completely gone at this point, eyes half closed because it’s too painful to not look at him. Eyebrows pulled up and together in a euphoric frown while your hands are undecided, switching between roaming his back and fisting the sheets trying to get a grasp on something. Anything. Him, yourself, reality. He’s pushing up against something that feels so good it aches and he’s so tuned in to what you need his middle and ring finger are rubbing your clit before you can even compose a thought. Not that you could. Clark moaning like a wounded animal at the way it makes you squeeze him even tighter, mumbling all kinds of words and noises into your clavicle. ’Yes, yes yes, oh gosh so good baby. You’re so good for me. Need you so bad, need you closer.’
And then he sits back on his haunches, pulling you up and against him so your ankles are tucked behind him and your arms come up over his neck to thread through his thick waves. Lips latch onto each others and a groan escapes you from the change of position shifting his cock to rest against your cervix, allowing him to slide his tongue against yours and then upwards to lick behind your teeth. A large hand engulfs your waist to keep you to him and he brushes your hair back from where it sticks to your face before he starts fucking up into you uncontrolled this time. Continues circling your clit but faster now, feeling like he’ll die if he doesn’t feel you come around him soon. He always seems so needy at the start anyway but it’s nothing compared to when he gets fully into it with you. Pressing kisses to your nose, eyelids, cheekbones. Licking the sweat that’s gathered on your lower temple and above your top lip. The noises coming out of you now are different than before, slightly pornographic moans are now whimpery uh, uh, uh’s at every thrust. His hips are so fluid where they roll into yours he doesn’t falter at all, so you’re being completely and utterly fucked by him at this point.
And he wouldn’t even do it in a means to and end way either, he has a way of making the most debauched primal stuff tender and intimate. He’d fuck in the most romantic way of just wanting to take you apart and give you the best of the best because in his opinion, that’s what love is. Love is loads of things to him but being fucked until you both feel like you’ve ruined each other for anyone else is something he’s passionate about. His gaze would be so honed in on you with his deep frown and mouth open, panting not from exertion (bc cmon he’s supes) but because he wants to breathe your scent in as much as possible and your heartbeat is bursting in his ears like his favourite song. He's so deep and just completely all over you inside and out, there isn't a part of you that he isn't touching. You feel him throbbing where he’s pressing against your clenching walls and your thighs are wet with your mixed arousals, both feeling so close to the edge now.
One, two, three thrusts and you’re gone, squeezing around him and losing all sense of anything but him and the euphoria between your legs. Thighs clamping around him and head falling back while you let out a loud long noise that somewhat resembles his name and a curse. The way you cumming around him sets his off every time. Literally without fail. Every. Single. Time. Head tucked between your breasts as he whimpers loudly and lets go. Hips finally falter and he gives a single deep thrust as he spills inside you as deep as he can go, continuing to give a few more thrusts to ride both your orgasms out and push more of his cum deeper. Presses his forehead against yours while you both breathe shaky breaths into open mouths to collect yourselves, laying down so you’re on top of him and running his fingers down the nodules on your spine as you come down. Not ready to leave your body yet. If it was up to him he never would.
A/N - Hi to anyone who made it to the bottom, thanks so much I hope you enjoyed. Been years since I wrote anything for tumblr and my first time ever writing for Clark so I hope it wasn't too uneven and shit lol :) Always open to asks if anyone thinks I can bring it to life! And as always, please like and share when you enjoy something. It makes a big difference on here!
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I have decided to start writing original fics, with original storylines (one shots or two shorts), with chubby fmc representation, and for most of them I have decided to have actors from dhurandhar to be the faceclaim of my original main male characters. Mostly because a LOT of desi girlies are here on the Dhurandhar tags, I want to tag those fics in the Dhurandhar tags as well. Should I??
Also if anyone wants to be tagged in these please comment 🥺
I haven't been writing much fanfiction, but here is a snippet of my current WIP that is influenced by my fic Expanding
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There were two things in Dietrick Smith’s life that he never expected to happen. The first one was getting married, let alone finding a life partner in a man of all people. Not that he hadn’t known that he was attracted to men since he was in middle school, but he thought there’d never come a day where their marriage would be accepted country wide. He’d always figured that if he ended up with another man they’d just have to settle for a partnership. Of course there were dissenters towards gay marriage, but that would never change. Hatred was a powerful tool.
The second thing he had never thought would happen, because he was in a same sex relationship,was having kids despite the fact that he adored them. Of course same sex couples had been adopting kids for years, the foster system needed good homes regardless of the couple inside it, but he and his husband, Harrison, were already in their thirties by the time they met. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be parents but they wanted to be settled before they took on the responsibility of another life. That and Dietrick was still paying off student loans; becoming a doctor, even a pediatric one, didn’t come cheap.
While he was still paying them off right now, they’d settled into a budget that worked and they weren’t hurting for cash. Not to mention that Harrison did quite well for himself as a freelance IT specialist. His degree had cost him significantly less and didn’t take such a toll on their combined wallets. Again, not that they were hurting for money. Sometimes Dietrick felt like they maybe had too much and weren’t doing enough with it.
Which was part of what had led the two of them here, puttering around the seldom used spare bedroom - putting brand new sheets in a soft spring green color onto a brand new queen sized mattress with a lush navy blue comforter. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this, Dietrick.” Harrison effused, color creeping up his tanned cheeks with his happiness. “It felt like everyone we asked kept telling us we were too old to deal with kids anymore.” His excitement brought out his southern lilt just that little bit more. He’d lived in Minnesota for the better part of three decades but, while you could take a man out of Alabama, you could never quite take the Alabama out of the man. Dietrick grinned and let out a low chuckle as he caught the square decorative pillow, in a green just a few shades darker than the sheets and another rectangular one in the same blue as the comforter, thrown his way. The bed took up the middle of the 12’ x 12’ space and they stood across from each other as they placed the finishing touches on it. With the white linen curtains thrown wide - the window facing west - the space was awash with warm spring light that made the room feel cozier than it would otherwise. From the room, one could see the backyard that had a few large maple trees whose canopy covered most of the lawn in shade and the recently added stone patio and firepit. “An old dog can be taught new tricks, love. The question is always, does it want to be taught? This old dog here,” he poked himself in the chest with his pointer finger, “happens to love learning new tricks.”
SUMMARY: You've taken on a new manager shift as the tour manager for a up and coming band named Corroded Coffin. What you didn't expect was a whirlwind of events to happen after that or for their lead singer to be so attractive.
A/N: This will be a slowburn and I'm excited for you all to read it!!
READ PART 2 HERE
You looked up at the tour bus and sighed softly, gripping your luggage a bit tighter. It seemed too loom in the distance as you walked closer to it, knowing you needed to just get it over with. What’s the worst that could happen when you’re stuck traveling on a bus with four other men? You were screwed out of your own accommodations, which was usually a private bus that traveled behind the band. You weren’t told about the lack of a second bus until an hour before you were all set to leave. You hadn’t even ever met this band before.
Corroded Coffin, a new heavy metal band from Indiana. Young kids just starting off their music careers after the success of their debut album, Anywhere But Here, which sold nearly over 500,000 copies in its first week. You had been given a run down of them. They were all in their mid-twenties and wild by the promotional poster you had been printing off nearly all week. Two of them were pretty cute but you knew better than to ever dare get involved with your work.
Just as you were about to open the door, it swung open, hitting you in the chest and knocking you backwards a bit and causing you to drop your bag. You looked up in shock, seeing the same shocked expression on the mans face who was walking down the steps.
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He said, rushing down the three steps quicker to help you pick up your bag, “Didn’t realize how heavy that door was.”
“Its fine,” you laughed softly, “Guess I learned my lesson not to stand so close.”
You got a good look at the guy when he stood up straight, nearly towering over you. He was from the band. The one with the longer hair who has giving himself devil horns, his tongue sticking out. The cute one.
“Where you coming on the bus?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion as if he was wondering why you were standing so close.
“Yeah. I’m the tour manager.” You nodded.
“Shit,” he snorted, “Day one and I’m already abusing my manager.”
“I won’t hold it against you,” you gave him a small smile.
“Thank god,” he smirked, “I’m Eddie.”
“Y/N,” you said, stretching your hand out. He grasped it in both of his much larger ones and shook it, “Thank you for assaulting me on the first day. It’s nice to get that out of the way.”
He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth as he looked down at you, a bright smile spreading across his face. He dropped your hand and stepped back, opening the door for you. You reached for your heavy bag but he tutt’d you and lifted them over his shoulder easily.
“Least I could do after nearly knocking you out, right?” He remarked as he followed you up the steps.
“Where is everyone?” You asked, noticing the bus was completely empty.
“They ran out to get some supplies for the trip,” Eddie nodded, “Food and shit like that...important things.”
“It wasn’t stocked already?” You turned to look at him, “Man...they really dropped the ball this time around. Usually, the bus is fully stocked for everyone.”
“Beer and condoms,” Eddie nodded but didn’t dare make eye contact with you, “They didn’t come stocked...that’s what they went after.”
“Ah. The real important things,” you laughed.
You chose a bunk at random and pushed the curtain back, stepping back to let him sit your bags down.
“They normally give me another travel option but for some reason, they couldn’t get another RV.” You shrugged.
“I figured they’d put someone on the bus with us to make sure we’re behaving.”
“I don’t know what they were thinking but like don’t worry, I usually just keep to myself anyway until we’re stopped.”
“Where’s the fun in keeping to yourself?” He smirked as he leaned against the bunks on the opposite side, “You’re apart of the band now, hm?”
You laughed and turned to look at him, his face half visible by the lighting from the seating area. His long hair tumbled over his shoulders, arms crossed over a tank-top covered chest. Multiple tattoos decorated his arms. He had the look. He was going to be a big hit with the ladies. You’d done enough tours to know women went crazy for men like him...for good reason.
He gave you another small smile before he turned and walked out of the bunks, taking a deep breath. You were beautiful...one of the most beautiful girls he had seen in awhile. There was no way he was going to get through this tour without making an idiot out of himself.
When the rest of the guys got back, you had thankfully already gotten your bottom bunk set up. You were thumbing through a book when you heard the boisterous voices and heavy footsteps coming back through to the bunks.
“Bottom left bunk is taken,” you heard Eddie’s voice.
“By who?”
“Tour manager,” he said.
“We got a babysitter!?”
“Gareth…” Eddie sighed just as you were opening your curtain and peeking your head out.
“Hello,” you said as you crawled out of the small space.
“A girl at that!?”
“Jesus christ,” Eddie snorted, shaking his head as he walked back into the front area.
You introduced yourself to them individually, learning their names were Gareth, Jeff, and another one they all lovingly referred to as “Freak.” The bus driver arrived and things sort of settled down a bit, most of the guys in sitting in the front lounge watching a movie.
The first day was always the slowest. It was the farthest distance to travel, the longest night, everything was a little awkward still. You were in your bunk, lost in a book for about three hours when you heard the first few strings of your favorite song being played from the back lounge.
You had learned Eddie was the guitarist and singer. His voice was strong, thick, and sent goosebumps down your skin when you first heard it. But that was on a cassette with a band backing him.
Acoustically, his voice was raspier and dreamy, a comforting sound that you found yourself leaning closer to the opening to get a better hearing. He was barely stroking the strings and his singing had turned to humming. Something pulled you from your space and before you could truly stop yourself, your feet were walking the very short distance to the back of the bus where you cracked the door open.
He was stooped over the guitar that rested in his lap, his chin resting on the body as he lazily strummed along to whatever was going on inside of his mind. Cigarette smoke swirled around him, filling the room in the acrid scent. His long brown hair was pulled into a low bun and you had realized only then that he was shirtless.
The bus hit a bump, jostling the door open even wider, and Eddie’s eyes popped open to see who was spying on him.
“Shit, did I wake you up?” He sighed, “Sorry if so.”
“No, not at all. I was reading actually.” You gave him a small smile as you walked into the lounge and closed the door behind you, “I heard my favorite song.”
“Didn’t take you for a L.A Guns girl.”
“Yeah, well, don’t judge a book by its cover, hm?” You gave him a small smile, “I think everyone else is asleep in the front.”
“Yeah, probably so. They could sleep through storms...and I’ve personally seen Jeff sleep through Gareth hammering the shit out of the drums so it doesn’t shock me.” He said, picking up his cigarette that was resting on the lip of the ashtray.
“You don’t sleep much either, hm?”
“What gave you that idea?” He smirked, “But no...not enough at least.”
“Good. I was scared I was going to be alone most of the traveling time. I hate trying to be quiet when everyone else is asleep.”
He sat the guitar down on its stand and leaned back, running his hands over his face as he groaned softly. His stomach contracted as he stretched and you noticed a few tattoos adorning his chest, and as your eyes trailed down, you could see the small happy trail peeking up over his boxers. There was something oddly sexy about this guy. You knew better than to ever mix business with pleasure. You felt yourself blushing and forced your eyes away from him as you curled your legs underneath you.
“This is your first tour completely, hm?” You asked, eyes daring to flick over to him before looking back down at your fingers. He was staring daggers at you.
“Outside of the small ones we’d do around Indiana, yeah.” He nodded, “First time in a bus, too...this is so much better than the van.”
“You nervous at all?”
“Always get a little preshow jitters,” he nodded, “But nothing drastic. That’ll probably change tomorrow night. We’ve never played a sold out show.”
“Ah, you’re going to do great.” You waved your hand dismissively, “The girls are going to be crazy.”
“Yeah right,” he snorted, “We’d be lucky to even have one girl there, I’m sure.”
“Are you insane?” You laughed, “Chicks dig band members and you’re four great looking guys.”
His head dropped to the side, his eyes locking on yours as if to say “Seriously?” in their own silent ways.
“I’m being serious. I’ve toured with big bands and smaller bands than you. I’ve seen girls try and break into hotels and into the bus. They steal things so make sure you lock any and all valuables up if you bring any girls back to the bus.” You nodded, “First nights are always the quietest but after that first show...you’re going to have girls hanging off of you.”
“That’s the thing though,” he said as he quickly licked his lips, “I just love music...I’m not in it for the groupies or whatever...I just want to play my songs and hangout with my friends afterwards, ya know? I don’t...I don’t like a lot of people in my space. I’d much rather everything just be mellow like this...until show time, of course. Maybe I’m weird but...I’m not really in this for the famous side. I don’t really want to be famous...i just want to be heard.”
“That’s not weird at all. It’s honestly refreshing. I toured with Motley Crue last year for a short stint and all they thought about was sex and drugs...I never got any rest.” You snorted, resting your chin on your knee as you hugged your legs tighter to you.
“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about us bringing anything like that on here,” he snorted, “Now...we may play DnD every once in awhile.”
“DnD?”
“Dungeons and Dragons,” he smirked, “Nerd shit.”
“I’ve always wanted to learn to play that,” your eyes widened, “I was always too intimidated to learn in high school..”
“Intimidated?” He smirked, “By the geeks?”
“By everyone,” you laughed, “Didn’t make friends easy.”
“Where you shy?” He grinned over at you.
“Maybe a bit,” you laughed, looking up at him through your lashes, “What about you?”
“I was hated,” he laughed, “There was a whole spill that happened...bunch of bullshit honestly, but...got over it, ya know?”
“How old are you? It said in your files but to be honest, I didn’t really read over everything.”
“Twenty-six,” he nodded, “Just turned twenty-six.”
“Same here,” you nodded, “Well, it’s my birthday soon.”
“When?”
“Next Wednesday,” you shrugged, “Usually spend it by myself.”
The bus hit another bump in the road and the two of you braced yourselves against the couch as everything swayed. He groaned and closed his eyes, the familiar nauseated feeling hitting him like it did earlier.
“Carsick?” You scrunched your nose.
“Horribly,” he buffed.
“Come here.” You said as you stood up and walked back into the bunk area. You reached in for your bags and pulled out a small pill bottle for anti-nausea. You weren’t expecting him to be so close when you turned around, but you bumped into him and gasped slightly.
“Sorry...didn’t mean to scare you,” he said softly as he took the pill from your hand. You watched as he swallowed it with the beer he had been nursing earlier before the bus hit another bump yet again except this time, you didn’t mind. It knocked the both of you flush against each other, causing him to pin you back against the wall. You reached out to grab him, your hands falling to his waist as he caught himself on the paneling.
“Jesus,” you huffed, looking up at him as he steadied himself, “You okay?”
“Mhm,” he grimaced, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said with a soft smile, “It gets easier the longer you’re on a bus like this...but maybe I should report the driver.”
He laughed and watched as you sat down into your bunk and put the bottle back up.
“Think I’m going to head to bed,” Eddie said, “You good?”
“Yeah,” you gave him a small smile, “See ya in the morning. Rest up for that big day tomorrow.”
In between writing my fanfictions, I've also been working on an original book! Which, fun fact, was inspired by my fanfic 'To Love Someone Who's Never Met You' (but it diverged a lot). The novel has been sent to publishers so we're close to my very first book being released!
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Alexander is a miner who lives in 1850s Ballarat, Australia, but he hates his job because it's too overstimulating (he's autistic and doesn't know it). Nevertheless, he tries his hardest to maintain himself as a friendly, God-fearing man with a wife and a baby on the way.
Then Josh unexpectedly turns up while in the middle of drug withdrawal. Josh is from 2023 and has no idea how he got to 1855; he had just been looking for drug money. But at least there's a hot guy here who seems willing to help him.
Alexander doesn't realise he's in love with a man until it all, agonisingly, falls into place. Then he accidentally time-travels to 2022 all on his own, and can only find a Josh who has no idea who he is.
Gay love? Asexuality? Trauma? Autism? Meth and heroin addiction? BPD? Suicidal ideation? We've got all of it and more in my up and coming novel!
Stay tuned for updates on its publication journey :]
Not working on any fanfic at the moment. The juju just isn’t there. Which makes me sad. I blame the meh-ness of Phase 4 lol. Just not inspired. Anyway…
I have been working on an original third part of a trilogy I started back in 2003/4. It originally started out as an *NSYNC trilogy, but I never finished the third part (the first one focused on Chris, the second on JC, and the third was supposed to be about Justin). I probably never wrote it bc I started really really really disliking Justin. lol
Anyway. I rewrote the other two into original fics so I decided earlier this year (before all the *NSYNC mania started again I swear lol) to start working on that third one. But I had a lot of rework to do with the other two. My writing has changed a lot since the early 2000s so I updated stuff.
I guess the point of this post is to humble brag that I actually wrote a whole entire scene today. I haven’t done that — with fandom fic, OG fic or otherwise — in a long time.
