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list of ppl i’m writing for.

clark kent (smallville)

john crimber (pbr)

caleb (love island)

jb mauney (pbr)

ross lynch (musician)

john crimber.||pbr.

fluff.

john getting hurt.

“You ready, baby?” I asked, leaning in to kiss his cheek just before he climbed up onto the chute and settled onto the back of Yahoo.

He gave me a focused nod, his hand tucked tight into his rope. The arena roared around us as they prepared to swing the gate open and release him into the dirt.

“WOOOOO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping the cold steel railing as the bull erupted into the arena.

He rode with everything he had, matching the bull’s violent twists turn for turn—until the sudden jerk threw off his balance. He got bucked high into the air and slammed hard into the dirt, the massive bull’s hoof stomping down on his chest before scrambling away.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. His entire team froze, watching the dirt clear, expecting him to pop right back up like he always did.

He didn't move.

The bullfighters quickly distraction-cleared the arena, and a sudden, anxious hush fell over the crowd as people started crowding near the fence. Before anyone else could react, his dad leaped over the barrier, sprinting out onto the dirt and rushing straight to his side. I pressed a hand flat against my chest, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched them slowly haul him to his feet. Arms slung over his dad and a team member, they dragged him toward the exit gate where the medical crew was already waiting.

Abandoning his team at the chute, I sprinted down the concrete hallway toward the medical room. When I got to them, tears were streaking through the dirt on his face, and he was barely able to put weight on his feet. His dad held onto him tightly, wincing every time he clutched at his own chest in pain.

“I’m right here, baby,” I said softly, stepping in close as the paramedics helped sit him down on the training table.

They moved fast, unbuckling his vest and pulling his dust-covered shirt over his head. The moment his hands were free, he blindly reached out for me. I snatched his trembling hand in both of mine, pulling it to my lips, kissing his knuckles softly while gently rubbing the warm skin of his forearm to keep him calm.

The medics checked his breathing, carefully wrapping the severe bruising blooming across his ribs and applying ice packs to the raw cuts on his torso.

“You’re okay, you’re gonna be just fine,” I whispered, stepping in closer as the paramedics finally gave us some space to breathe.

He looked up at me, his bottom lip pouting like a heartbroken kid. “I didn’t win,” he mumbled, dropping his head down to stare miserably at the concrete floor.

I walked right up to the table, stepping in between his legs so I was standing right in front of him. Reaching down, I cupped his jaw and gently lifted his head back up to meet my eyes.

“You just got trampled by a two-ton bull and you’re worried about not lasting eight seconds?” I scolded him gently, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I used my thumbs to wipe away the stray tears sliding down his dusty cheeks. “Baby, be glad you’re walking. Be glad you’re okay.”

I leaned down, pressing a long, sweet kiss to his lips, then wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his head into my chest. He buried his face against me, letting out a shaky sigh as he sniffled.

I ran my fingers through his messy hair and hugged him. “Come on,” I smiled, pulling back just enough to look at him. “Let’s get you loaded up in the truck and go get some snacks.”

The faint hint of a smile finally broke through his pain, knowing that—if nothing else—snacks always made everything better.

so happy his ride was qualified yesterday!!

fluff.

morning shower.

“Clarkkkkk!” I squealed as he turned the water on for the shower.

“Sorry,” he apologized instantly, realizing the water was coming out far too cold for my liking.

“Is this better?” he asked, adjusting the temperature.

I nodded, reaching over to grab the shampoo. “Can I do it?”

He nodded in response, closing his eyes and stepping under the stream to let the warm water thoroughly soak his hair so I could get a good lather going. I poured a liberal amount of shampoo into my palm, but as I stepped up behind him, I hit an immediate obstacle.

“I can’t reach,” I pouted.

Clark let out a low laugh, his sharp fangs flashing briefly in the steam. Without a word, he reached out, caught me by the waist, and effortlessly lifted me up. Instinctively, my legs wrapped securely around his torso.

“Ha, much better,” I smiled. I worked the soap into a rich lather, gently massaging his scalp, taking my time to work through the knots and tension in his neck. He leaned into the touch, letting out a soft sigh of appreciation.

“Okay, baby, you can put me down now,” I said once I was satisfied with my work.

He lowered me back to my feet, leaning under the spray to rinse the suds out. He then swapped sides with me so I could wash my own hair. As I lathered up, I could feel the weight of his eyes on me—an intense, unwavering stare.

“Why are you staringgg?” I whined, playing bashful under his gaze.

He giggled, the sound rich and warm in the small, steamy space. “You’re just so pretty,” he shrugged.

I smiled, rinsing the shampoo from my hair, and placed my hand firmly against his wet chest. Leaning in, our lips connected in a deep, slow kiss. The warmth of the shower combined with the heat rising between us was dizzying. My hands roamed over the slick plane of his back and shoulders while his fingers dug gently into my hips, holding me close against him.

“You know, Clark... you can touch me wherever you want,” I murmured against his lips.

He nodded softly, his breath hot against my cheek. “I know,” he whispered. He reluctantly pulled back just enough to reach over and turn the water off.

Stepping out onto the bathmat, we grabbed our towels. I wrapped mine around myself while Clark secured his low on his hips. I couldn't take my eyes off him—his dark hair wet and beautifully messy, droplets of water still slowly tracing paths down his chest and abs.

“You look so good like this,” I said, biting my lower lip.

His eyes darkened slightly. “Do you want me?” he asked softly, taking a slow step toward me.

I laughed, the sound breathless. “I always want you, Clark. There's never a day that goes past where I don’t.”

Before I could say another word, he closed the remaining distance between us. His hands caught me under the thighs, lifting me once more as his mouth claimed mine in a fierce, desperate kiss, pressing me gently back against the bathroom door.

i wish he was real.

fluff.

soft mornings with clark.

I woke up to the heavenly, warm smell of freshly baked goods drifting up from the kitchen and a heavy, comforting weight draped over my body. Opening my eyes, I was met with the soft, dimly lit hues of my boyfriend’s bedroom. I glanced down to find Clark completely relaxed, still tangled in deep sleep.

Yawning softly, I mindlessly traced gentle patterns on his bare back with my nails, looking up at the ceiling to take in the quiet morning.

I loved being at Clark’s house. There was something undeniably grounding and peaceful about the farm that I couldn't find anywhere else.

A quiet knock shattered the stillness, and the door creaked open as Jonathan peeked his head into the room.

“Whenever Clark wakes up—or whenever you're ready—Martha has food waiting for you guys downstairs,” he said with a warm smile.

“Thanks, Jonathan,” I whispered back softly. He nodded and gently closed the door behind him.

A couple of minutes passed before Clark finally began to stir. He grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, before his gaze landed on me.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I teased, my fingers moving to scratch the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

He instantly leaned into my hand, letting out a low, satisfied, “Mmmm...”

With his eyes still half-closed, he puckered his lips silently waiting for me to kiss him.

“Your mom has breakfast ready downstairs,” I murmured against his lips.

He gave a slow nod, but instead of getting up, he dropped his head right back onto my chest. “Want to cuddle...” he whined softly, closing his eyes and nuzzling against me like an oversized, affectionate puppy.

“Clark, we’ve been cuddling all night,” I laughed softly as he let out a huge yawn. “Isn’t your tummy hungry?”

I rubbed his warm back, and he nodded with a exaggeratedly sad expression.

“How about this: we can cuddle after breakfast for a bit before we have to leave for school?” I offered.

He finally sat up, stretching his long arms over his head as his joints popped. I reached up to gently rub his face, smoothing his messy bedhead out of his eyes. Just like always, he practically melted at my touch, resting his forehead against mine for a brief, sweet moment.

Finally, we dragged ourselves out of the cozy bed, pulled on some comfortable clothes, and made our way downstairs to eat.

hoping to build this acc please send requests!?

john crimber.||pbr.

smut/not really.

shower makeout with john.

“Johnnnnn,” I called through the big house owned by his parents. I walked into the bathroom connected to his room, hearing the water running.

“In the shower, pookie,” he spoke loudly back.

I closed his bedroom door and walked completely into the bathroom now, the fog from the hot water filling the room.

“Wanna come in?” he smiled, peeking his head out of the curtain.

I giggled and nodded, stripping out of my clothes and getting into the shower. John’s cheesy smile never left his face as I let the water run down my body, my hair completely wet now.

“Stop staring,” I pushed his chest playfully.

He grabbed me into a tight hug. “Missed you all day,” he said, his country accent laced with love.

“I was just in the kitchen helping your mom prepare for that party she’s throwing,” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Yeah, and that’s downstairs,” his lip pouted out. “You were literally outside all day playing with bulls.”

I laughed, and he acted hurt. “I was not playing, I was training,” he stated, and I nodded to keep him happy.

He puckered his lips, and I leaned in, kissing him, our lips moving against each other, his tongue sliding into my mouth as we swapped saliva.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he pushed me against the shower wall, trapping me between him and the cold tile.

“Missed you,” he said again, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling lightly on the damp strands.

“Ugh,” a little soft moan slipped out of his throat as he grinded against me softly.

“John, we can’t,” I said, pulling away from his lips, our lips swollen and craving more.

“Tonight,” I said, kissing his neck, and he nodded as we finished our shower, the lingering warmth of the steam wrapping around us like a promise.

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