#kinktober.

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shotgunning , rafe cameron.

episode five of kinktober.

roll the tape …

“there you go..you got it,” rafe muttered, a smirk plastered on his face as his palm pressed itself against your chest, feeling the way it warmed as you inhaled and exhaled the blunt he’d given you. you held back a cough, putting the back of your hand on your mouth for a split second before nodding, signaling to him that you’d be okay.

“you don’t have to baby me.” you said, chuckling out, and rafe mirrored you, shaking his head. “‘m not, jus’ makin’ sure y’know what you’re doin.’”

he brought the blunt up to his lips, taking a hit as his brows furrowed. the weed mixed with the wetness of your lips around it just seconds prior made him lose his cool— just a bit.

when he removed his lips from it, he licked them as he inhaled, instantly feeling the relief in his chest. he kept his smile to himself, his other hand going to find your thigh as he rubbed it.

“babe, you ever shotgun?”

he asked, cocking his head towards you as the blunt burned in his hand. you shook yours, shrugging. he smiled widely at that.

“you wanna try it?”

and not even five minutes later, you were sat on his lap, his free hand rubbing your ass through the fabric covering it, hitting the blunt once more as his eyes met yours. he smirked and inhaled before quickly putting his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. you opened your lips like it was routine (with rafe, it was.) and he parted his own, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. he watched as you took a breath in, the smoke disappearing past your lips, rubbing the back of your thigh, nodding. “good girl, doin’ so good for me.” he smirked, his eyes half-lidded. and when you exhaled in his face, he let out a small groan.

“fuck, princess..” he mumbled lazily, leaning forward to put the blunt out for now before his gaze went back to you. “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, y’know that baby?”

you smiled at his praise. “you tell me a lot.” you replied, laughing out. his eyes followed the way your lips moved when you talked, or when you threw your head back to laugh at his quips. he bit down on his lip, damn near bruising it as you felt something poke at your panties.

“‘m gonna tell you a lot more in a second.”

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anal sex , clark kent.

episode four of kinktober.

roll the tape . . .

“i— are you sure? i don’t know if that’s..it..it might hurt, y’know? i just don’t wanna hurt you and i don’t want you to-”

“clark.”

and that was all it took to shut him up.

“i’ve practiced a bit.— on myself.” you spoke, shrugging like you were telling the weather. the faint outline of his dimple peaked through his skin before he swallowed and nodded.

“if that’s what you want then yeah— yeah, sure.”

his hands touched your skin, shaky breath coming past his lips as he looked down, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for just a second.

“are you sure?” he muttered out. you nodded, looking back at him. “i’m sure clark..i told you—“ “i know, i know..”

one thrust of his cock into your ass made you both let out a sigh in sync. he eyed you intently, checking if you were showing any signs of discomfort. “gosh,” he moaned out, pushing more of himself into you as your nails dug into the maroon sheets.

“does it feel okay?” he sighed out, moving his hips slightly, each thrust forcing more and more into your hole. you nodded, barely able to let out coherent words as faint indents of your teeth marked your skin.

clark let his spit fall from his mouth, coating the bit of his cock that hadn’t made it inside you just yet. “feels so fuckin’ good, clark..” you mumbled out, and the praise did something to him. it urged him to keep going, speeding up his thrusts, making sure he hit a spot he’d never hit before, and this was so much better than the practice.

“god, i love you. iloveyouiloveyou,” he groaned, voice wavering as his fingers left indents in your skin. this was a new sensation that both of you couldn’t get enough of.

his skin clapping against yours, he couldn’t help the way he watched his cock disappear into you and he might’ve used his x-ray vision to get a real good look. he didn’t wanna stop— couldn’t. and quite frankly, you didn’t want him to.

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birthday is literally in two days but i will try my hardest to get day 10 of kinktober done in time mwah

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orgasm denial , rafe cameron.

episode three of kinktober.

roll the tape . . .

“fuck, love you..love you so much.” rafe muttered, breath and body shaking as he rutted into you like he’d been celibate. his teeth grazed to your skin as he whispered sweet nothings into it, your ankles on his shoulder. he held on to one ankle, shiny anklet reflecting off of the glass table next to your bedside. “i love you, rafe..feels so good..”

“yeah? feels so good? fuck..can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me, babe.” rafe chuckled dryly, but there wasn’t any humor behind it. “you close?” he gave you that cocky smirk he always has, his body leaning forward which in turn, made his dick go deeper inside you. his face was now inches away from yours as his eyes followed every knit of your brow, one hand coming up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

you nodded eagerly, and he thrusted deeper just a few more times, hitting the right spot. you gripped onto his arm, bedding your nails into his skin as you were about to come undone.—

and then you were left empty. he pulled out, breathing heavily as he looked down at you. his smile never went away.

“what?” he asked, tilting his head a bit. you gave him a bewildered look at the withdrawal and his innocent act. what? did the motherfucker just say what?

“rafe— don’t start this, please. it’s been a long time..” you pleaded, figuring that this night was too good to be true. for rafe, at least. he shrugged in response, leaning forward again before he lined his cock up with your entrance once more. “fine, i’ll give it to you.” he muttered, looking down as he watched his cock disappear into you again before he groaned, his gaze returning back to yours. you let out a satisfied moan before he thrusted his hips, sinking his bottom lip between his teeth. he bottomed out, hitting the right spot again. and he felt it. he knew he was where you needed him.

and that made him pull out again. “rafe! please..rafe.” he kissed your neck, sucking it for a split second before they found your face, your entrance begging to be opened, your insides begging to be filled. he reached down again, lining his tip up with your hole.

he smirked, looking back up at you.

“what? been a while, right?”

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drowning in the dark - 5/31

you were hiding in the light, i was drowning in the dark

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third times a charm , vigilante.

bonus episode of kinktober.

roll the tape . . .

okay, were you slightly weirded out?

well, no.

it made sense that in a fucked-up-piece-of-shit world like yours, there would be another dimension. another you. another adrian vigilante.

when the conversation of a threesome between all of you came up, adrian gave you an expression that wasn’t exactly easy to read. he really wished chris would’ve been here, but, having his other self fuck you too?

he couldn’t exactly say no to that. plus, fuck chris.

“masks stay on.” you spoke, crawling over to adrian’s other self before putting both knees on either side of his waist. his hands immediately found yours as you moved your hips back and forth over his bulge through his suit. he smiled, even though you couldn’t see it, all the while adrian watched intently from the other side of the bed. you reached for him while the other adrian began stripping himself of everything but his mask.

adrian crawled towards you, your hands guiding his to your panties. he picked up on the signal (surprisingly) and began to slide them off of your body. his other self managed to strip himself of his suit, tossing it before his hands went back to your hips immediately, stuck like glue.

adrian then lined his other self’s cock with your entrance, teasing your hole before he helped you sink down onto it, hand falling on your lower back.

all three of you aided in moving yourself up and down on his cock, moans surpassing your lips.

“gosh,” adrian murmured, eyeing the way his other self’s cock got swallowed by your walls over and over again.

and then another thing caught his attention.

he smiled to himself before reaching for his belt buckle, unzipping his jeans and sliding them off along with his boxers before he positioned himself behind you. his hand carefully found your ass as he swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing. his other reached around to grab your breast, massaging it before he slipped his cock into your ass, sighing out. you were caught off guard but the pain mixed with the pleasure was too overwhelming for you to not want it.

all of you were moaning, almost in sync as the lewd sounds of both of your holes being ruined bounced off of the walls.

“shit, adrian— oh my god..” you spoke, not necessarily to a specific one. i mean, they were both him.

your waist was bruised, holes ruined, and you were out of breath, barely any stamina left in your body. but adrian and his other self only looked at each other, both smiling despite not being able to see each others lips.

they most definitely weren’t done.

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restraints , rafe cameron.

episode two of kinktober.

roll the tape . . .

“shit, babe. you sure?” rafe chuckled, like you were joking— like it was april fools.

news flash bitch, it’s october!

“i’m sure, rafe.” to be honest, you’d barely thought out the idea, but you were willing to try anything once, restraints falling onto that list. plus, you already bought the cuffs, so either you’d hand them to one of your friends to chain their boyfriend to the bed, or you two were using them for yourselves.

it ended up being the latter.

you were sat on top of rafe, his lips attached to your neck as his hands roamed your back, sliding under your shirt to fiddle with your bra strap. you moaned, head tilted to the side before you halted.

“wait, rafe..” you mumbled under your breath before getting off of him. his hands collapsed onto the bed as he gave you a disappointed look from the lack of your weight on top of him. you rummaged through your bag before pulling out cuffs, eyeing him. he only stared, still dumbfounded. he was half expecting you to be joking the entire time..but again,

it’s october.

you crawled back on top of him, leaning forward. his eyes followed the outline of your tits through your shirt, and you only rolled your eyes at his perverse gaze. he smiled before you grabbed his hands, wrists together as the clink’s of the cuffs tightening around his hands bounced off of the walls of your shared room.

“goddamn,” he muttered, sucking in a harsh breath as his grin got wider. you looked down at him, pulling back before biting your lip, deep in thought. rafe wasn’t one to submit easily, or at all..but this man, shirtless, cuffed, completely at your mercy.

god, what would you do?

you had your fun, but rafe? he was pissed. his wrists red from trying to get out of the restraints as you bounced up and down on his cock. his freckled chest heaved up and down relentlessly as he stared up at you. “fuck—jesus fuck. lemme out of these, babe.” he pleaded, voice shaky, face red. you only smiled down at him. “i’m not done,” you mumbled before he groaned, throwing his head back. the lewd noises from his cock hitting your walls repeatedly drove him crazy. he’d occasionally glance down to see your cum coating his length. this wasn’t fair.

“swear to god— when ‘m out..you’re gonna regret this so fuckin’ bad.”