#st4rfckerz

being in a secret relationship with clark is ten times harder when you’re on a weekend trip in the woods with your friends

cw: mdni, unprotected sex, super hearing mention, doggy, throat holding (?), pet names, clark’s a cutie pie rushed ending oops

It had taken weeks of construction, but you all had finally managed to sync up your rare, shared days off for this cabin trip, determined to use the weekend to just drop your guards and actually relax.

After a long day of hiking, swimming in a lake, and a sad attempt at fishing, the wired energy finally fizzled out, and everyone had tucked away into their separate rooms one by one.

The absolute stillness of the house is what wakes you. So you decide that a glass of water and a small snack might help settle you.

As you slip out from under the covers and pad quietly down the hallway, small streaks of light spill out from the kitchen, cutting through the darkness.

Clark stands there, his large, broad frame practically taking up the entire opening of the fridge as he stands with the door held wide open. He’s only dressed in a plain white t-shirt and his boxers, and you can’t help but notice that one of his socks is slightly more scrunched down around his ankle than the other. Cute.

You lean against the doorframe, just watching him as he tilts his head back to slam a bottle of water.

“I know you’re there,” He speaks softly with his back still facing you. You push yourself off the doorframe and walk over, sliding your arms around his waist to hug him from behind. Your hands smooth over the front of his soft tummy, while your cheek presses right against the hard muscle of his back. The contrast makes you smile to yourself, your face burying into the cotton of his shirt as you breathe him in.

He sets the water bottle down on a shelf in the fridge and finally turns around in your embrace. His large hands rest on your hips and he looksdown at you with a soft, sleepy warmth in his eyes.

“Hi, pretty,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rumbling vibration.

You and Clark have been secretly together for a little while now, keeping the quietness of your relationship entirely to yourselves. Going on a group trip meant a lot of careful acting, lingering glances when no one was looking, and a shared tension that made finally being alone together in the dark kitchen feel like the first real breath you’ve taken all day.

You turn around in his arms, smiling up at him as you echo a soft ‘hi’ back before leaning up to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips.

“I missed you,” Clark murmurs against your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening.

“I missed you too.”

You lean in to kiss him again, but as your lips meet, he steps even closer, crowding you completely against the kitchen counter. You can feel the hard, heavy press of his boner straining right against your thigh.

Oh.

Giving each other one last, lingering look, he takes your hand in his and you quietly sneak out of the kitchen and down the hallway, and finally slipping safely into your bedroom.

Now, you’re both stripped completely bare, Clark has you on all fours on top of the soft comforter laid across your bed, your hands gripping the sheets for leverage. Clark settles his massive weight right behind you, one large, heavy hand clamping down on your shoulder to steady you, holding you exactly where he wants you.

He uses that firm grip on your shoulder to manually pull your hips back onto his cock, bottoming out inside you every time he thrusts forward.

“Needed you so bad baby, so so bad,” Clark groans as he keeps up the harsh pace. His free hand slides down to grip your hip, pinning you firmly in place.

He shifts his weight slightly, moving the hand that was anchoring your shoulder up to your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just keeps his large thumb pressed right against your racing pulse point.

The sudden change and pressure makes your head spin, causing you to let out a whimper that’s a little too loud for the quiet house.

Clark leans down further, his sticky chest pressing firm against your back as he guides your hips back onto him once more.

“Shhh, honey,” he murmurs, his warm breath brushing right against the shell of your ear. “Can’t be too loud.” Even with your eyes squeezed shut,you can practically hear the dimpled grin in his voice.

As he continues to jackhammer into you, his tip suddenly nudges your sweet spot a little too hard, and a loud, involuntary sob slips past your lips.

The sound is cut off almost instantly as Clark clamps his large hand firmly over your mouth. He leans fully over you now, his chest completely covering your back as the side of his cheek rests heavily against the side of your head. His thick arm wraps around your front, anchoring your torso and holding you up against his massive weight.

“Hey, hey,” He slows his thrusts down to an agonizing pace, keeping his hand tight over your lips as he murmurs into your hair. “I know it feels good, but we don’t need the whole house figuring us out, okay?”

You nod your head against his palm, your eyes watering from the intensity as you feel his thick length slowly glide all the way in and out of you.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl,” he presses a sweet, lingering kiss to the side of your head before firmly picking up the relentless pace all over again. “Wish I could hear you, you always sound so pretty,”

The last thing you see before forcing your eyes shut are the pillows you both had frantically stuffed between the wall and the headboard earlier. You thought that would be enough to muffle any movement, especially since there wasn't another bedroom on the other side of that wall.

MINORS DNI 18+

"I can't— I can't!"

"You can," HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN insists, encouraging you with a gentle hand squeezing your hip. "I know you've got more in you, c'mon." He thumbs at your clit, nudging it around with his pad, all swollen from use.

"Baby, I can't, I'm all out." you whimper, drawing your hips away from his hand but he chases you, pinning you down firmly. His large frame is tucked between your legs, forearm sliding against the top of your thigh as he squeezes your hipbone.

"I don't believe that. You've been doing so good for me, let's try for one more." he tells you, voice low and soft. You peel your eyes open, following the line of his hand up his wrist to his expensive watch dotted with your dew drops of squirt. "You ready?" He doesn't wait for an answer, swiping that thumb across your clit more deliberately and you arch your back off the bed.

"Hayden! Please!" You don't know what you're begging for, whether it's relief of finishing or relief of stopping, regardless he decides for you. Sweetly, he curls his abdomen, sinking that extra inch into you as he keeps a steady pace on your bud. Puffy folds struggle to swallow his length rutting into it, your poor insides slick and raw at the same time taking a cock you've been driven to your limit by.

anyways sam gives me stalkerish vibes so i think he'd be the type to watch you through your window and jerk off as you get dressed or smthn like that :)

18+ smut, Stalker/Perv!Sam, handjob.

Congratulations for using your Anya privileges card!!! ;) <3. Thank you for helping my writer's block, Nai. Hope you read this before work and kiss me.

“Come on, take it off,” Sam whispers, tightening his hand around his cock as he watches you struggle with the clasps of your bra. 

You— unaware of the prying eyes that admire you every night— finally remove the bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders with a sigh of relief. Looking in the mirror, which much to Sam’s enjoyment is next to the window, he marvels at the way you check yourself out. He smirks, biting his lower lip to the brink of pain, amused by your judgemental but praising eyes. One is one's own worst critic, as people say… and if that’s the case, then Sam is your biggest worshiper. He groans quietly, it’s not like you’ll be able to hear him (or see him), but it only adds to the thrill of… well, stalking you. There isn’t really any other way to describe it.

Invading your privacy might be a misdemeanor, a misdemeanor that started as an accident but became routine. Sam studies your body with interest and obvious hunger, sometimes he’ll smoke, the cigarette lingering between his lips as he jerks off, or sometimes he’ll sit before you even get upstairs to take a couple of bong hits that will have his mind floating by the time you stand in front of the window. 

This time he skipped both, merely taking a seat and getting comfortable while you got ready for bed. Your hands reach for your jeans, sliding them down your hips while wiggling them slightly, an act that is so simple, but immensely arousing, causing his cock to throb in his hand. His rings feel cold against the shaft, his palm is sticky from his spit and the precum— but he wonders how stickier it would feel with your mouth around it.

Sam swears under his breath when you turn around to check your ass, grabbing one asscheek and lifting it. Pretty normal to explore your own body, but pretty creepy when someone is watching you do it. Although naivety adds a wonderful thrill to the idea of spying on someone at their most vulnerable moment. Sam should feel guilty— the thing is that he isn't’t. Not in the slightest. There’s nothing more he wants than to lower your underwear, or push it to the side (he’s that impatient) and fuck you. Maybe even push against that window he adores so much. Maybe that way anyone who walks by will see how much you were asking for it. At some point, Sam asks himself if you are truly that stupid to not notice the show you put out every single night. It appears you might be, and it’s not like he’s going to complain about it.

“Look at that pretty ass,” He chuckles, licking his lips and stroking his cock faster. The wet noises were barely audible under the loud music, and his moans were equally as disguised. Sam’s thighs tremble and he can feel his balls tightening with the orgasm that threatened to make a mess on his new Metallica shirt. 

But it was inevitable, because the moment he saw you cupping your own breasts, he rolls his eyes and his hips jolt one last time before his cock twitched over and over, staining his thighs and lower stomach, and of course— the fucking shirt. Wiping his hand on the shirt— another stain wouldn’t hurt, or so he thought. He isn’t the one in charge of washing clothes anyway— Sam collapses on the chair, panting and smirking. This time he does reach for his nightstand, lighting up a cigarette and bringing it to his lips to take a long drag. He watches you get dressed, slide an oversized shirt over your head and no pants, turn off the lights and most likely climb onto the bed.

you and clark accidentally slip into the same headspace

cw: mdni, missionary, use of both “mommy” AND “daddy”

Clark has you on your back, his body pressed tight to yours, moving with slow, deep rolls of his hips that make your breath hitch every single time he sinks back into you.

Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him closer instinctively, and when he changes the angle of his hips — just a tiny shift, you let out a soft, breathless moan that you can't bite back.

Clark's hands tremble, just slightly, where they hold your waist, not with fear but with pure, desperate need. Dark curls stick to his forehead, his breath coming out in quick, uneven bursts.

hi i’m stuck on thinking about rafe encouraging you to slap him during an argument.

rafe has a temper — we all know this. not a day goes by without him getting into an argument with someone and you’re no exception. but what he doesn’t tell you is that sometimes he gets under your skin on purpose.

he believes there’s something so incredibly attractive about the way you get increasingly more fed up with him. so he uses it to his advantage, for fun, of course.

you currently find yourself in that situation. you and rafe have been making snarky remarks towards each other for at least thirty minutes now, and you don’t see it ending anytime soon.

it doesn’t help that you’re no better than he is. if anything, you can be worse — following him into different rooms, jabbing him with a pointed finger, refusing to let him have the last word. meanwhile, he just watches you with that same irritating smirk, like this is all entertainment to him.

except this time it was different. instead of letting you keep following him, he suddenly turns, and you walk right into him — your nose bumping against his chest.

“you’re really that angry,” he stares down at you, the corner of his lip curling in amusement.

“are you being serious right now?” you scoff, crossing your arms. “it’s not just this, that’s the whole point. you keep acting like it’s just this one thing, like i’m blowing it out of proportion, and i’m not. it’s the way you push and push and then stand there like you didn’t do anything, like i’m crazy for reacting.”

your hands fly up as you talk, frustration written all over your face. rafe only watches, hands clasped behind his back, like he’s enjoying every second — because he is.

“god I can’t even stand to look at you right now, you’re so,” you mutter, exhaling sharply while burying your face into your hands.

he doesn’t argue, just slowly bends at the waist so that he’s eye level with you.

He taps his cheek lightly, his tongue pressing against the inside of it ‘attempting’ to hide his growing smile. “c’mon you’ll feel better, promise,”

you squint your eyes at him in disgust before turning on your heels and walking away.

“what?” he calls after you, a grin in his voice. “i’m just trying to help.”

cw: just random sex idk, mentions of killing somebody

It hadn’t been long since you ended things with your shitty boyfriend—the one who never listened, never cared, and treated you like an afterthought until you finally snapped.

Word must’ve gotten around fast, because Adrian showed up not long after, worried and restless when he heard the news, insisting he just wanted to check on you with that awkward mix of concern and overeager energy only he could pull off. One thing led to another, words melting into touches, and now he’s got you flat on your back while he rapidly pistols every inch of himself into you.

Adrian has you pinned beneath him, your legs hooked over his hips as he drives into you, the mattress squeaking with every hard thrust. His curls are plastered to his forehead with sweat, his glasses still somehow resting on his nose. He leans down close, his breath hot against your ear as he groans, voice low and ragged.

“Fuck—you feel so good,” he pants, his words tumbling out between gritted teeth. “You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” His hips snap forward harder, like he’s proving a point with every stroke, his hand sliding up your side to brace your ribs as if to hold you still for him.

Your head tips back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as wave after wave of heat rolls through you. Every thrust makes your body shiver, your mind swimming, thoughts dissolving into static. Adrian’s voice reaches you; low, breathless, frenzied—but the words barely register. You catch fragments, something about waiting, about how good you feel, but it all blurs together under the haze of sensation.

Adrian’s pace doesn’t falter, every thrust sharp and claiming, but his words tumble out in that fast, frantic way he always talks when he gets caught up.

“He didn’t deserve you. Never did,” he pants, his forehead pressing to your shoulder “The way he treated you? Like you were nothing? God, I should—” his breath catches on a groan as your body clenches around him, “—I should fucking kill him. I should’ve killed him the second he made you cry.” His hand slides up your thigh, gripping it hard as he drives deeper, voice breaking between ragged moans.

You’re still in the clouds, every nerve alive from the way he’s moving inside you, but even through the fog you catch onto what he says. ‘Kill him’?

MORNING WALK

⋆˚࿔ you and steve sneak off into the woods while everyone’s still asleep

word count: 2.0k

cw: mdni, groping, brief fingering, unprotected sex, reader gets folded like an omelet, cum play (?), overstimulation, steve’s kind of a cornball and he talks you thru it

You’d agreed on it last night — nothing obvious, nothing anyone could overhear. Just a quiet, ‘Tomorrow. Early. Same spot.’ as he quickly walked past you. Simple as that.

Steve leans against a tree when you find him, arms crossed, green sweatshirt thrown over a white tee, hair still sleep-ruffled. He looks up at the sound of you approaching, and something shifts in his expression. He seemed relieved, as if you’ve never shown up to see him.

“There you are,” he says, a small smile biting at the corners of his mouth.

“I said I’d come,” you reply as you stand next to him, casually observing the pink and orange hues in the sky.

The camp is silent behind you. No cabin doors slamming, no whistles; just birds and the distant creak of the flagpole rope in the breeze.

Steve eventually shifts his weight and glances down the narrow trail winding deeper into the woods. After a moment, he starts walking.

You fall in beside him a second later.

For a few steps there’s only the soft crunch of pine needles under your shoes before he finally speaks.

“You ready for that relay race today?” he asks looking over his shoulder, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants.

You glance back at him, shrugging one shoulder. “Oh boy, am I,” your words were dry, making Steve smile at your faux enthusiasm. “My girls are gonna wipe the floor with your cubs, though,” you add casually with a smile.

Steve slows to a stop beside you.

You take another step before noticing and turn back to him. He’s standing there with one eyebrow raised, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at his mouth.

“Wow,” he says, shaking his head a little. “Okay.”

“Oh, come on,” you say, lifting your hands slightly. “You know someone’s gotta come in second…..or third. Maybe fourth.” Steve scoffs under his breath, starting forward again.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mutters, waving a hand like he’s brushing the whole thing off. “Keep talking. We’ll see what happens,”

“I know exactly what’ll happen,” you say maybe a little too confidently.

“The Cottontails come in first, of course,” you begin, counting on your fingers as you walk. “beating everyone including the Ducks, the Chipmunks, and especially your scrappy cubs”

Steve lets out a quiet, skeptical laugh under his breath. “You believe that?”

“Absolutely.”

He studies you for a second like he’s deciding something, then gestures vaguely down the trail ahead.

“Alright,” he says. “Little test run, first one to that sign wins, GO!”

Before you can even ask what he means, he takes off.

It takes you a second to realize he’s serious before you break into a run after him, laughing under your breath as the quiet woods suddenly fill with the sound of both of you crashing through tall grass and crunchy leaves.

Steve’s a few strides ahead, glancing behind him just long enough to make sure you’re actually chasing him.

You push harder, trying to close the distance, when suddenly he stumbles. Hard.

Steve goes down in a tangle of limbs, clutching at his leg with a sharp hiss.

Your pace drops immediately. “Steve?” You rush the last few steps toward him, breath still uneven from the run. “Are you okay?”

He’s hunched forward, hand gripping his calf, face twisted like it actually hurts.

You crouch beside him without thinking. “What happened? Did you pull something?”

The second you reach for his arm, he lunges forward, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you straight down with him. You barely get out a surprised sound before you’re both hitting the ground in a mess of laughter and leaves.

“You- !” you start, half shocked, half laughing.

“Too easy,” he says triumphantly, already grinning.

You shove at his shoulders, trying to escape, but he just follows your movement, fingers finding your ribs. Bits and pieces of nature stick to your clothes, the quiet morning suddenly full of the sound of both of you laughing like hyenas in the dirt. “That’s cheating!”

“Nope, just strategy,” he argues between laughs, still holding you in place.

Steve’s still hovering over you when the laughter starts fading, both of you catching your breath. The woods settle back into their quiet around you, the moment stretching in a different kind of silence now.

You realize how close he really is. Closer than he probably meant to be.

Your smile lingers, but softer now, and Steve’s eyes flick between yours and your mouth like he’s debating something before finally leaning down.

The kiss starts easy, almost careful, as if he’s giving you time to pull away — but when you don’t, it deepens, just as warm as the humid air surrounding you.

Something shifts between you and his mouth grows hungrier, more insistent against yours.

Your hands slide up into his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands before giving a gentle tug. Steve breathes out against your mouth, the sound quiet and a little shaky.

He shifts closer, one hand bracing beside your side as his lips leave yours. The warmth of them trails along your jaw, then down the side of your neck. You tilt your head slightly to give him room, fingers still curled loosely in his hair while the early morning air moves softly through the trees around you.

Steve moves like he knows exactly how to get you wanting more, making your head dissolve into a fuzzy mess of fog. All you could feel was the way his fingertips press into your hipbones with an urgency that makes your heart skip a beat, and all that plagues your mind is Steve,Steve,Steve,Steve.

He drifts lower, his forehead brushing your chest as he kisses down your body.

“I never get this much time with you,” he murmurs, voice soft against your skin.

His hands slide to the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal your tits. The light breeze brushes across your sticky skin, but it doesn’t last long before he leans down again.

His lips press little pecks above your navel before his tongue drags a wet stripe up your stomach, past the center of your chest, and finally finding your mouth again.

His knee presses firmly against your center, the pressure pulling a needy sound from you as he licks into your mouth. He grabs one of your tits and begins to greedily knead it with his big hand, occasionally tweaking at your hardened nipple. You grind down without really thinking about it, chasing the steady friction there.

Steve pulls back just enough to catch your lower lip between his teeth, biting down lightly before letting it slip free.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs softly before attaching himself to your throat again. “You know I’ll give it to you,”

“Just need you, ” you whine breathlessly.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Steve’s hand slips to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your legs in a quick, impatient motion before tossing them aside. His lips graze your jaw as he works his hand between your legs.

He drags his fingers teasingly up your folds, and a low groan rumbles in his chest when he feels the slick mess you made. He slowly pushes a single finger into your hole, feeling you clench around the intrusion.

His finger moves lazily, testing your reactions while he watches your face, clearly pleased with himself.

“Look at that,” he mutters, grinning in disbelief. “She’s always ready for me, isn’t she?”

“Need more,” you breath out, your hips rocking up to meet Steve's teasing digit. “Come on Steve,”

“I know, sweet girl,” he replies, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

He shifts back slightly, sitting on his heels as his hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants. Hooking his thumbs inside, he tugs them down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock.

He positions himself, his fat tip nudging against your entrance and with a deep, guttural groan, he pushes forward, slowly sinking into your needy cunt.

A hiss escaped your lips as Steve's thick cock stretches you open, filling you completely in one deep thrust. Your back arches off the dirt ground, fingers digging into his shoulders as you adjust to the sudden fullness. He starts a steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a deep, unrelenting pace.

“Wish I could have you like this whenever I want,” His voice took on a whiny, almost desperate edge as he speaks between labored breaths

“So fucking pretty, so perfect,” he mewls, pushing your knees up to your chest, nearly bending you in half as he looms over you. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with desperation as he drives into you with increasing fervor.

He kisses you like a man starved, pouring all his pent-up hunger into the kiss. His hips never falter in their unyielding movements, snapping forward again and again as loses himself in the way your body welcomes him.

“You’re close, I can feel you- oh,” he pants, his voice getting caught in his throat. His hand slides down to rub tight circles over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

You cry out, your body tensing and shaking as your orgasm crashes through you. Your inner walls clench and flutter wildly around his pistoning cock, gripping him tightly as you come undone.

At the last second, he pulls out, pumping his cock with a tight fist and stroking himself to completion. He cums hard, thick ropes of hot seed erupting from his cock as he aims directly at your swollen pussy, watching in satisfaction as it twitches and pulses at the contact.

Steve stuffs himself back into his pants and leans down, rubbing your sensitive clit with his thumb, smearing his own release into your slick folds.

He leans in to press a sweet, tender kiss to the inside of your thigh and another right onto the overworked little bud. “Just one more for me, I know you got another” he purrs.

He watches your face intently, gauging your reaction as you twitch and jump beneath his touch. “I know, it’s okay, you got it,” His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek, tracing the curve of your lower lip.

Your body trembles vigorously, a second intense orgasm ripping through you as Steve works at your little bundle of nerves.

Steve watches, enraptured, as come down from your high. A satisfied smirk tugs at his lips as he lunges forward, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He places quick kisses along the column of your throat, making you giggle and squirm beneath him.

He helps you stand up, your legs still a little unsteady as you start straightening yourself out. Old blades of grass cling to your clothes, your hair slightly mussed, but there’s no time to fix it perfectly.

Steve brushes his hands over your shoulders like he’s trying to smooth things out, then glances toward the trail.

“We should probably- ” he starts.

“Yeah,” you cut in, already pulling your shirt back into place.

There’s a beat.

He leans in again — quick this time, and presses one last kiss to the corner of your mouth. It was softer than before and it made your chest curl with warmth.

When you finally make your way back down the trail, the camp is only just beginning to stir. A door creaks somewhere in the distance, a voice calls out sleepily.

At the fork in the path, you split without a word; he goes towards the Bear Cubs’ cabin, and you head to the Cottontails.

By the time breakfast rolls around in the dining hall, it’s all noise and chatter again. Kids dragging their feet, fists flying down on the old tables.

And somewhere between passing trays and morning announcements, you catch his eye, just for a second.

steve likes to blow up your answering machine when you’re away.

cw: maybe just a tad suggestive but nothing crazy

[ you have four new messages ]

— BEEP —

“hey, it’s steve — so i was just cleaning out my backseat and found your earring wedged between the seatbelt and the cushion. it must’ve fallen out last time you were here since we um.

anyway, it’s safe. i put it in the cupholder so i don’t lose it. but yeah, just call me back and i’ll personally deliver it to you.”

— BEEP —

“quiiick question, what’s the name of that song you really like? me and robin are trying to line up requests for the hour and i, uh… kinda wanted to put it on for you if you’re even listening.

just hurry before she picks something awful again.”