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The low hum of the bar faded into the background as he guided you toward the pool table in the back corner. Dim lights cast a golden glow over the green felt, and the clack of balls from other tables seemed distant now. "Here," he murmured, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down earlier, exposing strong forearms corded with muscle and faint veins that flexed as he picked up a cue. The fabric strained slightly over his shoulders, and you tried not to stare.
You gripped the cue awkwardly, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he stood behind you. “I’ve never been good at this.”
“That’s why I’m teaching you, sweetheart.” His chest brushed your back as he leaned in, one hand settling lightly on your hip to adjust your stance. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of your dress. “Bend forward a little more.” You did, feeling the cool edge of the table against your hips. He stepped in fully then, his body molding against yours from behind in one fluid motion. Tall, solid, and far too warm.
“Like this,” he whispered. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver racing down your spine. You could smell his cologne; something dark and woody that made your head feel fuzzy. His fingers slid down your arm, wrapping around your hand on the cue to correct your grip. His thumb stroked once along the side of your wrist, almost absentmindedly, but the way your breath hitched told him everything.
“Eyes on the cue ball,” he continued, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Not the pocket yet. You need to feel the angle first.” His other hand moved to your shoulder, pressing you gently into the proper form. You were caged between his arms now, trapped in the most delicious way possible. Every small shift of his body against yours sent sparks through you, the hard plane of his chest, the subtle flex of his thighs behind yours.
You tried to focus on the shot, but all you could think about was how perfectly he fit against you, how his breath kept teasing your neck with every instruction, warm and ragged like he was fighting the same tension you were. “Relax,” he said huskily, his mouth hovering just below your ear. “You’re too tense. Let me help.”
He adjusted your elbow, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary, tracing down to your wrist again. When you finally took the shot, the cue ball struck with a sharp crack, but you barely noticed where it went. All you registered was the way his grip tightened on your hip as he praised you softly. “There you go, baby, you're a natural.”
The words hit low in your stomach. You straightened up slowly, turning in the small space he allowed you. His eyes were dark, locked on your lips for a beat too long before flicking back up. “Again?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk that promised much more than another lesson.
You swallowed hard, pulse racing. “Yeah… I think I need a lot more practice.”
a/n: i saw a video on tiktok about this and had to write it lol
summary: rafe promised you could pick the house, but one look at you teasing him over the kitchen island, and his mind was made up.
pairing: husband rafe x wife reader
tags: 18+ smut w/plot, cream pie, standing doggy (?), husband rafe, biting
w.c: 791
The “Just Married” sign was still taped to the back of Rafe’s Range Rover, fluttering obnoxiously in the wind as he pulled into the long driveway of another one of his properties. He threw the car in park, flashing you that cocky grin that was now officially your husband’s trademark. “Alright, Mrs. Cameron,” he drawled, leaning back against the seat. “Option three. House number, whatever-the-hell we’re on. Gonna win you over with this one, I can feel it.”
You giggled, twirling your diamond ring so the sunlight caught it. “You’ve said that about every house so far.”
“Yeah, but this one’s got the perfect kitchen island,” he countered with a smirk, climbing out of the car. “Imagine you, all dolled up, makin’ pancakes while I…” He trailed off, voice dropping, “...distract you.” Your heart flipped. God knows you loved when he got that low, mischievous tone.
Inside, the place was gorgeous, sunlight streaming through wide windows, high ceilings, and of course, a massive white marble island in the kitchen. Rafe leaned against the doorway, watching as you ran your hands over the smooth counters, humming to yourself. He was waiting for it, that little sparkle in your eyes when you approved of something. You smirked instead, catching his gaze over your shoulder. “Big island, huh?”
“Mmhm,” he hummed, smirk tugging at his lips. “Big enough for-”
Before he could finish, you bent over the counter slowly, arching your back just so, your dress riding up the backs of your thighs. “You mean like this?” you teased, giving him a mock-innocent glance, lashes fluttering.
Rafe’s jaw tightened. He crossed the kitchen in long strides, hands gripping the counter on either side of you, caging you in. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game, Mrs. Cameron.”
You giggled, swaying your hips a little against the marble. “What? Just testing the space.”
His breath was hot against your ear when he leaned in. “If you keep bendin’ over like that, we’re buyin’ this house.”
You turned your head to look at him, eyes sparkling. “So this is the one?”
“This,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours, “is definitely the one.” His kiss was hungry, all teeth and heat, his hands sliding up your thighs to shove your dress up over your hips. You gasped as he tugged your panties down, the fabric pooling at your ankles, and he pressed himself against you.
“Fuck, you know what you do to me,” he growled, one hand positioned under your chin as the other worked his belt open, the clink of metal loud in the quiet kitchen.
“Rafe,” you breathed, pushing back against him, the cool marble biting into your skin as you braced yourself. He didn’t make you wait. His pants hit the floor, and he lined himself up, teasing you with the tip of his dick against your entrance, making you whimper. “Don’t tease,” you pleaded with doe-like eyes, and his chuckle was low, almost dangerous.
“No teasin’,” he promised, and then he thrust into you, full and deep, filling you completely. You cried out, hands scrambling against the smooth counter for grip as he fucked you from behind, his pace relentless. The angle was perfect, each thrust hitting just right, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing in the empty kitchen.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hand pulling you closer just enough to make your back arch further, giving him better access. His other hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in as he drove into you, the marble cold against your nipples, his body all heat behind you. “Look at you, takin’ me so well, bent over like this.”
You moaned his name, the pleasure building fast, your body trembling as he pounded into you. His hand slid around to find your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you gasping, your nails scratching uselessly at the counter. “Rafe, I’m -fuck, I’m close,” you managed, and he growled, leaning down to bite at your shoulder, marking you.
“Come for me, Mrs. Cameron,” he rasped, his voice rough with need, and that was all it took.
Your orgasm crashed through you, your body clenching around him as you cried out, legs shaking against the counter. He followed right after, a low, guttural moan spilling from his lips as he came, his thrusts slowing but still deep, riding out the high.
He stayed there a moment, panting, his chest pressed against your back, both of you slick with sweat. He pulled out, turning you around to kiss you deeply, his hands cupping your face. “So,” he murmured against your lips, that cocky grin returning, “we buyin’ this house or what?”
You laughed breathlessly, swatting his chest. “Only if the counter’s included.”
Free Use!Clark who never says no to his girlfriend, no matter when or where she needs him. He’s always ready, always gentle, and always completely obsessed with how much she wants him.
Nympho!Reader who is utterly addicted to Clark Kent — his voice, his hands, his dick, the way he looks at her like she’s the only thing in the world. You can’t go more than a few hours without touching him, and he loves it.
700+ words of: free use kink, implied consent (cnc?), nympho reader, hcs, implied anal, cockwarming, face riding, exhibitionism, somnophilia, pwop, theyre freaky
ck x nympho!reader fic here
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Free Use!Clark who wakes up every morning to you already grinding on his thigh or sucking him under the sheets. He just groans softly, puts his hands on your hips, and lets you use his body however you need while he’s still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmurs, “Good morning, sweetheart… take what you want.”
Nympho!Reader who gets wet the second Clark walks through the door after patrol. You’ll meet him in the hallway, drop to your knees, and pull his suit down just enough to get him in your mouth, moaning around him like you’ve been starving for hours.
Free Use!Clark who is more than happy to let you ride his face while he’s trying to read the newspaper. He’ll just set the paper aside, lie back on the couch, and hold your hips down so you can grind against his tongue until you’re shaking and soaking his chin.
Nympho!Reader who sends him filthy texts while he’s at work. Pictures of your fingers buried inside yourself with the caption “hurry home, I need you.” Clark has to excuse himself to the bathroom more than once because of how hard you make him.
Free Use!Clark who will fuck you bent over the kitchen counter while you’re trying to make dinner. You’ll be stirring sauce and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you slow and deep while he kisses your neck and whispers, “Don’t stop cooking, baby. I’ve got you.”
Nympho!Reader who loves waking him up in the middle of the night by sinking down on his dick. Clark just moans sleepily, hands finding your waist as you ride him in the dark, his voice low and wrecked: “Couldn’t wait till morning, huh?”
Free Use!Clark who lets you crawl into his lap during movie night and cockwarm him the entire film. He’ll wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder, occasionally thrusting up when he knows you’re getting impatient, murmuring praise in your ear the whole time.
Nympho!Reader who gets off on the fact that Clark is Superman. You beg him to keep the cape on sometimes while he fucks you, clinging to the red fabric as he fucks you against the wall, super strength keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you.
Free Use!Clark who has bent you over his desk in the barn, in the back of his truck, in the shower, on the stairs, and once — very carefully — in the sky. He indulges every single craving you have without hesitation.
Nympho!Reader who gets dripping wet when Clark does mundane things — chopping wood shirtless, fixing the fence, wearing those gray sweatpants. You’ll walk up behind him, press yourself against his back, and beg him to take you right there in the yard.
Free Use!Clark who never makes you feel embarrassed for how much you need him. If you crawl into his lap during dinner and start grinding on him, he just pushes his plate aside, lifts you onto the table, and eats you out until you’re crying his name.
Nympho!Reader who loves being passed out from exhaustion only to wake up to Clark gently fucking you again because you whispered his name in your sleep and started rubbing against him.
Free Use!Clark who will pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist, and fuck you slow and deep while walking through the house like it’s nothing. He’ll carry you from the living room to the bedroom without ever pulling out, kissing you the whole way.
Nympho!Reader who keeps a butt plug in sometimes just so Clark can pull it out and replace it with his dick whenever he wants — though he usually ends up indulging you instead because you’re so desperate for him.
Free Use!Clark who finds you in the laundry room folding clothes and immediately bends you over the vibrating washing machine. He slides into you from behind while the spin cycle rattles hard against your chest, the intense shaking pressing right against your sensitive nipples as he fucks you deep and steady.
Nympho!Reader who can’t even pretend to focus on the laundry once Clark starts thrusting — moaning loudly as the machine’s vibrations buzz against your tits while his thick length stretches you open, coming harder because of the relentless shaking on your nipples.
Free Use!Clark who looks at his obsessed, insatiable girlfriend with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you need him this badly.
Nympho!Reader who is completely ruined for anyone else — and Clark wouldn’t have it any other way.
The room is warm with the echoing sounds of your shared breathing. She pulls you on top of her, legs tangled together, her hands gripping your hips as she positions you exactly how she wants. You’re both soaked. When your pussies press together, slick and hot, you both moan at the contact.
She starts moving first, slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against yours in a slick, messy rhythm. The wet sounds of your bodies sliding together fill the room. “Fuck, baby,” she breathes, eyes locked on where you’re connected. “Look at us… so fucking wet.”
You rock against her harder, chasing the friction, your swollen clits rubbing perfectly with every movement. She reaches down and spreads herself open wider with two fingers, pressing your pussies even closer together. The new angle makes you whimper, hips jerking involuntarily. She gasps when you grind down harder, her own thighs starting to shake. “Keep going, just like that. I want to feel you soak me.”
The pressure builds fast. You’re both grinding desperately now, slick coating your thighs, the obscene wet sounds growing louder. She suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down hard, rolling her hips up to meet you. You come on her first, a sharp cry leaving your lips as you squirt against her, hot and messy, soaking her pussy and thighs.
The feeling pushes her over the edge right after you. She moans loudly, body trembling as she squirts back against you, your releases mixing together in a warm, slippery mess between your bodies. She keeps grinding through it, slower now, dragging out every last pulse until you’re both shaking and breathless. When it finally fades, she pulls you down into a deep, lazy kiss, her hands stroking your back.
“God, I love when we make a mess like that,” she whispers against your lips, smiling. You laugh softly, still trembling, and kiss her again.
Ngl I didn’t know that posters preferred reblogs over likes!! I’m def keeping that in mind from now on
yess!! unfortunately with the way this app is, the likes dont really do much but just save it for you, the reblogs are like the main function for spreading things on this app.
also reblogs kinda support human interaction a lot more on here bc theres a lottt of bots and a lot of those bots just like your posts
& dont get me wrong im grateful either way, its okay if you only like!! <3
summary: you and clark turn self control into a competition and see who can hold out the longest... except neither of you is exactly making it easy for the other.
pairing: clark ket x reader
tags: teasing, smut, est relationship, creampie, clark is hung, sexual tension, dirty talk, explicit sexual content.
wc. 1.1.k
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After three weeks straight of barely keeping your hands off each other, you’d collapsed on the couch one lazy Sunday morning, legs tangled with Clark’s, and laughed, “We’re like horny teenagers. I bet we couldn’t go a full week without sex if we tried.”
Clark’s eyebrow had lifted, that mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “A week? You think you could handle that?”
“Easy,” you’d lied, poking his chest. “I bet you’d cave first.”
“Deal,” he’d said, pulling you in for a kiss that already felt like cheating. “Loser makes breakfast in bed every weekend for a month.” And so the game began.
The first two days were fine. Playful. Manageable. Then Clark decided to make it unfair.
On Wednesday evening, you were curled up on the bed reading when Clark stepped out of the shower. He didn’t bother with a towel. Water still clung to his broad shoulders and carved abs as he walked into the bedroom completely naked, hair damp and messy, dick hanging heavy and swaying between his thighs.
He moved around the room like it was nothing—opening drawers, pretending to look for clothes, bending over to grab something off the floor. You tried to keep your eyes on your book, but the way his thick length swayed with every step made heat pool low in your belly. “Clark,” you warned, voice tight.
“Hmm?” He turned toward you, completely unbothered, scratching the back of his neck. The movement made the muscles in his torso flex. “Just looking for my gray joggers. Have you seen them?”
“You’re so evil.”
He grinned, slow and knowing. “No idea what you’re talking about.” When he finally found the joggers, he pulled them on commando. The soft gray fabric did absolutely nothing to hide the outline of his dick. It hung obscenely against his thigh, the material clinging just enough to show everything.
Clark walked around the apartment like that for the rest of the night — making tea, stretching on the living room floor, doing absolutely unnecessary chores. Every time he passed you, that prominent bulge was impossible to ignore. You lasted until bedtime before you cracked and touched yourself in the shower, biting your lip so he wouldn’t hear you.
The next afternoon, you decided to get your revenge. It was brutally hot outside, so you bought a box of cherry popsicles. You waited until Clark was on the couch watching a movie, then sauntered in wearing tiny cotton shorts and a thin tank top with no bra. You sat across from him, unwrapped the popsicle, and made a show of it.
You wrapped your lips around the cold tip, sucking slowly, hollowing your cheeks. Your tongue swirled around it, licking up the sweet red juice that dripped down the side. You moaned softly, like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted, eyes half-lidded as you looked straight at him.
Clark’s jaw clenched. His hand tightened around the remote so hard you heard the plastic creak. “Jesus,” he muttered under his breath.
You pulled the popsicle out with a wet pop, licking your lips. “Oh, I'm sorry, did you want a taste?” you asked innocently, holding it out. He stared at your mouth like he wanted to devour it.
You spent the next ten minutes practically deep-throating the popsicle, sucking and licking with obscene care until it was gone. By the end, Clark was visibly hard in his shorts, breathing through his nose like he was trying not to pounce.
By Friday, the tension was unbearable. So you decided to go nuclear. After dinner, you disappeared into the bedroom and came back wearing the black lace lingerie set you knew drove him crazy: a sheer bra that barely contained your breasts, a matching thong, and a little garter belt. You’d spritzed on his favorite perfume. “Clark?” you called sweetly. “Could you do me a favor baby?”
He looked up from the kitchen sink and nearly dropped the plate he was washing. His eyes raked over you, dark and hungry. “I just bought some new massage lotion,” you said, holding up the bottle. “I wanted to do something nice for you after all your hard work this week. Lay down on the bed?”
He hesitated, clearly suspicious, but eventually followed you to the bedroom like a man walking to his own execution. He stripped down to his boxers and lay on his stomach. You straddled his hips, settling your barely-covered core right over the curve of his ass. You poured the lotion into your hands, warming it, then started rubbing it into his shoulders and back with long, sensual strokes.
You made sure to lean forward so your breasts brushed against him. Your hips rocked subtly as you worked lower, grinding lightly against his ass while your hands slid down his sides, thumbs pressing into the dimples of his lower back. “Feel good?” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.
Clark let out a broken groan, fists clenched in the sheets. “You’re cheating.”
“I’m being nice,” you purred, rolling your hips again. “Just relaxing my sweet, patient boyfriend.”
When your hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers to massage his ass, he finally snapped. In one fluid motion, Clark flipped you both over. You barely had time to gasp before he was on top of you, mouth crashing into yours in a desperate, filthy kiss. His hands roamed greedily over the lace, yanking the thong aside.
“Fuck the bet,” he growled against your neck, shoving his joggers down just enough to free his aching dick. “I need you. Right now.”
You moaned as he pushed inside you in one deep thrust, stretching you perfectly. He didn’t go slow. He fucked you hard; he'd been pushed to his limit for days. “Say it,” he panted, hips snapping relentlessly. “Tell me you missed my dick in you.”
“I missed it,” you cried out, nails digging into his back. “Missed you so much.”
Clark buried his face in your neck, groaning your name as he drove deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. The bet was long forgotten. All that mattered was the desperate, messy way he fucked you — like he’d die if he had to wait another second.
You came first, clenching around him with a sharp cry. Clark followed right after, spilling inside you with a deep, guttural moan, hips stuttering as he rode it out. Afterwards, he collapsed beside you, pulling you against his chest, both of you sweaty and breathless. “So…” you said with a tired laugh, tracing patterns on his skin. “Who lost?”
Clark pressed a kiss to your forehead, smiling against your skin. “We both did,” he murmured. “But I’m not complaining.” You definitely weren’t either.
Free Use!Clark who never says no to his girlfriend, no matter when or where she needs him. He’s always ready, always gentle, and always completely obsessed with how much she wants him.
Nympho!Reader who is utterly addicted to Clark Kent — his voice, his hands, his dick, the way he looks at her like she’s the only thing in the world. You can’t go more than a few hours without touching him, and he loves it.
700+ words of: free use kink, implied consent (cnc?), nympho reader, hcs, implied anal, cockwarming, face riding, exhibitionism, somnophilia, pwop, theyre freaky
ck x nympho!reader fic here
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Free Use!Clark who wakes up every morning to you already grinding on his thigh or sucking him under the sheets. He just groans softly, puts his hands on your hips, and lets you use his body however you need while he’s still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmurs, “Good morning, sweetheart… take what you want.”
Nympho!Reader who gets wet the second Clark walks through the door after patrol. You’ll meet him in the hallway, drop to your knees, and pull his suit down just enough to get him in your mouth, moaning around him like you’ve been starving for hours.
Free Use!Clark who is more than happy to let you ride his face while he’s trying to read the newspaper. He’ll just set the paper aside, lie back on the couch, and hold your hips down so you can grind against his tongue until you’re shaking and soaking his chin.
Nympho!Reader who sends him filthy texts while he’s at work. Pictures of your fingers buried inside yourself with the caption “hurry home, I need you.” Clark has to excuse himself to the bathroom more than once because of how hard you make him.
Free Use!Clark who will fuck you bent over the kitchen counter while you’re trying to make dinner. You’ll be stirring sauce and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you slow and deep while he kisses your neck and whispers, “Don’t stop cooking, baby. I’ve got you.”
Nympho!Reader who loves waking him up in the middle of the night by sinking down on his dick. Clark just moans sleepily, hands finding your waist as you ride him in the dark, his voice low and wrecked: “Couldn’t wait till morning, huh?”
Free Use!Clark who lets you crawl into his lap during movie night and cockwarm him the entire film. He’ll wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder, occasionally thrusting up when he knows you’re getting impatient, murmuring praise in your ear the whole time.
Nympho!Reader who gets off on the fact that Clark is Superman. You beg him to keep the cape on sometimes while he fucks you, clinging to the red fabric as he fucks you against the wall, super strength keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you.
Free Use!Clark who has bent you over his desk in the barn, in the back of his truck, in the shower, on the stairs, and once — very carefully — in the sky. He indulges every single craving you have without hesitation.
Nympho!Reader who gets dripping wet when Clark does mundane things — chopping wood shirtless, fixing the fence, wearing those gray sweatpants. You’ll walk up behind him, press yourself against his back, and beg him to take you right there in the yard.
Free Use!Clark who never makes you feel embarrassed for how much you need him. If you crawl into his lap during dinner and start grinding on him, he just pushes his plate aside, lifts you onto the table, and eats you out until you’re crying his name.
Nympho!Reader who loves being passed out from exhaustion only to wake up to Clark gently fucking you again because you whispered his name in your sleep and started rubbing against him.
Free Use!Clark who will pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist, and fuck you slow and deep while walking through the house like it’s nothing. He’ll carry you from the living room to the bedroom without ever pulling out, kissing you the whole way.
Nympho!Reader who keeps a butt plug in sometimes just so Clark can pull it out and replace it with his dick whenever he wants — though he usually ends up indulging you instead because you’re so desperate for him.
Free Use!Clark who finds you in the laundry room folding clothes and immediately bends you over the vibrating washing machine. He slides into you from behind while the spin cycle rattles hard against your chest, the intense shaking pressing right against your sensitive nipples as he fucks you deep and steady.
Nympho!Reader who can’t even pretend to focus on the laundry once Clark starts thrusting — moaning loudly as the machine’s vibrations buzz against your tits while his thick length stretches you open, coming harder because of the relentless shaking on your nipples.
Free Use!Clark who looks at his obsessed, insatiable girlfriend with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you need him this badly.
Nympho!Reader who is completely ruined for anyone else — and Clark wouldn’t have it any other way.
Free Use!Clark who never says no to his girlfriend, no matter when or where she needs him. He’s always ready, always gentle, and always completely obsessed with how much she wants him.
Nympho!Reader who is utterly addicted to Clark Kent — his voice, his hands, his dick, the way he looks at her like she’s the only thing in the world. You can’t go more than a few hours without touching him, and he loves it.
700+ words of: free use kink, implied consent (cnc?), nympho reader, hcs, implied anal, cockwarming, face riding, exhibitionism, somnophilia, pwop, theyre freaky
ck x nympho!reader fic here
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Free Use!Clark who wakes up every morning to you already grinding on his thigh or sucking him under the sheets. He just groans softly, puts his hands on your hips, and lets you use his body however you need while he’s still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmurs, “Good morning, sweetheart… take what you want.”
Nympho!Reader who gets wet the second Clark walks through the door after patrol. You’ll meet him in the hallway, drop to your knees, and pull his suit down just enough to get him in your mouth, moaning around him like you’ve been starving for hours.
Free Use!Clark who is more than happy to let you ride his face while he’s trying to read the newspaper. He’ll just set the paper aside, lie back on the couch, and hold your hips down so you can grind against his tongue until you’re shaking and soaking his chin.
Nympho!Reader who sends him filthy texts while he’s at work. Pictures of your fingers buried inside yourself with the caption “hurry home, I need you.” Clark has to excuse himself to the bathroom more than once because of how hard you make him.
Free Use!Clark who will fuck you bent over the kitchen counter while you’re trying to make dinner. You’ll be stirring sauce and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you slow and deep while he kisses your neck and whispers, “Don’t stop cooking, baby. I’ve got you.”
Nympho!Reader who loves waking him up in the middle of the night by sinking down on his dick. Clark just moans sleepily, hands finding your waist as you ride him in the dark, his voice low and wrecked: “Couldn’t wait till morning, huh?”
Free Use!Clark who lets you crawl into his lap during movie night and cockwarm him the entire film. He’ll wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder, occasionally thrusting up when he knows you’re getting impatient, murmuring praise in your ear the whole time.
Nympho!Reader who gets off on the fact that Clark is Superman. You beg him to keep the cape on sometimes while he fucks you, clinging to the red fabric as he fucks you against the wall, super strength keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you.
Free Use!Clark who has bent you over his desk in the barn, in the back of his truck, in the shower, on the stairs, and once — very carefully — in the sky. He indulges every single craving you have without hesitation.
Nympho!Reader who gets dripping wet when Clark does mundane things — chopping wood shirtless, fixing the fence, wearing those gray sweatpants. You’ll walk up behind him, press yourself against his back, and beg him to take you right there in the yard.
Free Use!Clark who never makes you feel embarrassed for how much you need him. If you crawl into his lap during dinner and start grinding on him, he just pushes his plate aside, lifts you onto the table, and eats you out until you’re crying his name.
Nympho!Reader who loves being passed out from exhaustion only to wake up to Clark gently fucking you again because you whispered his name in your sleep and started rubbing against him.
Free Use!Clark who will pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist, and fuck you slow and deep while walking through the house like it’s nothing. He’ll carry you from the living room to the bedroom without ever pulling out, kissing you the whole way.
Nympho!Reader who keeps a butt plug in sometimes just so Clark can pull it out and replace it with his dick whenever he wants — though he usually ends up indulging you instead because you’re so desperate for him.
Free Use!Clark who finds you in the laundry room folding clothes and immediately bends you over the vibrating washing machine. He slides into you from behind while the spin cycle rattles hard against your chest, the intense shaking pressing right against your sensitive nipples as he fucks you deep and steady.
Nympho!Reader who can’t even pretend to focus on the laundry once Clark starts thrusting — moaning loudly as the machine’s vibrations buzz against your tits while his thick length stretches you open, coming harder because of the relentless shaking on your nipples.
Free Use!Clark who looks at his obsessed, insatiable girlfriend with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you need him this badly.
Nympho!Reader who is completely ruined for anyone else — and Clark wouldn’t have it any other way.
Strawberries and I Do’s ("Eloping" rewrite) 𔘓𓂃 , 🌸⋆｡
Resolution - ꩜, ✗, 𔘓𓂃
Ring - Clark sees youre not wearing your wedding ring. 𔘓𓂃
Clarks cape - clark wraps you in his superman cape 𔘓𓂃
Kiss them goodnight too - clarl kisses your stuffies before leaving 𔘓𓂃
Aphrodisiac - clark kent & his nympho girlfriend ꩜, 🌸⋆｡
Undressed , - clark kent undressing you with his eyes — literally 𔘓𓂃
Let me in - ✗, 𔘓𓂃
Kiss the Ring - 𔘓𓂃
birthday baby - on your birthday, clark kent turns whipped cream into foreplay. - ꩜
anatomy - in which you learn anatomy with tutor!clark ꩜
keep the glasses on - ꩜
link - clark picks you up and eats you out ꩜
link - husband!clark fingers his wife with his left hand ꩜
Do Not Disturb - olderbf!clark fucks you on his office desk (ao3 link)꩜, 🌸⋆｡
Panty Stealer - perv!roomate clark steals your panties (ao3 link)꩜
Trading Places (ao3) - Clark Kent and Kal-El are both your boyfriends — identical twins who love switching places just to get you to themselves whenever they want. ꩜
Construction worker!clark (ao3)
Save Me - You’ve loved Clark Kent since before you knew what love was—since scraped knees, shared secrets, and long walks home under a Smallville sky. But Clark has always been hiding something. ꩜, ✗, 𔘓𓂃
Video Phone - making a sex tape for clarks long nights away from home
Mechanic clark x reader - ꩜
On His Knees - After an argument leaves you giving Clark the cold shoulder all day, he spends every moment trying to earn your forgiveness. ꩜, ✗
savor - clark kent has an oral fixation ꩜
Break of Dawn - ꩜
no barriers - You and Clark have always been careful, no matter how desperate things got. But one night, while he’s buried deep inside you, you make a decision. You reach down, pull the condom off, and whisper that you don’t want anything between you anymore. ꩜
who caves first? - you and clark turn self control into a competition and see who can hold out the longest... except neither of you is exactly making it easy for the other.꩜
Headcanons
Clark "let me ask my wife" Kent hcs - 𔘓𓂃
perv!roomate ck hcs - (ao3 link)꩜
Cowboy!Clark
Buckle Bunny - Clark Kent wasn’t looking for forever at the bottom of his beer glass, but the night he saw you riding that bull was the night he met his wife. 𔘓𓂃
Tyrant -when an argument stirs tension between you and your husband, you find a way to resolve it, on top of him. ✗, ꩜
Born to ride - during a horseback riding lesson, clark can’t resist touching and teasing his pretty little wife on the saddle. 𔘓𓂃
Sweet as lemonade - Life on the farm with Clark Kent is already a dream, but watching your cowboy husband work shirtless in the summer heat might just be your undoing. When you take him a glass of lemonade to cool off, Clark has other ways of making your heart race. 🌸⋆｡, ꩜, 𔘓𓂃
Wildflower Fever - When Clark brushes against a strange patch of wildflowers out by the fence line, the pollen leaves him restless, overheated, and desperate…for you. ꩜ (kinktober - sex pollen)
Cotton Candy Kisses - The county fair is all fun and cotton candy, until a few men mistake your wedding ring for decoration. Lucky for you, your cowboy husband doesn’t take kindly to competition, and he’s more than willing to remind you just how loved you are. ꩜, 𔘓𓂃, 🌸⋆｡
Sugar on the Counter - 𔘓𓂃, ꩜
My Rose - Clark finds you skinny-dipping in the pond, bringing wild roses he found while searching for you, and showering you with petals and affection.𔘓𓂃
Cherries and Wine - You and clark make cherry jam for the farmers' market 𔘓𓂃
Loosely Buttoned - Hay dust, sun-warmed wood, and one borrowed flannel are all it takes to derail Clark completely. ꩜, 𔘓𓂃
Cinnamon Girl - When Clark tastes the spice from your fingers, the moment deepens into slow kisses and shared restraint. 𔘓𓂃
Neighbor!Clark
Headcanons -pt.1, pt.2 𔘓𓂃
Youre my hero - telling neighbor clark he's your hero. 🌸⋆｡, 𔘓𓂃
Super stash - clark sees your stash of superman merch 𔘓𓂃
Trucker!Clark
Passenger Princess Headcanons – pt.1 🌸⋆｡, 𔘓𓂃
Highway Heat - Life on the road with trucker!clark means long nights, neon diner stops, and a whole lot of devotion. When you decide to spoil him on the highway, things get a little risky. ꩜, 𔘓𓂃
American Wedding - After a spontaneous wedding in a kitschy Las Vegas chapel, you and Clark Kent retreat to a modest motel room to celebrate your vows. ꩜, 𔘓𓂃
Boxer!Clark
Lucky Touch - before every match, clark retreats to the gym office with you, relying on an intamite ritual that steadies his nerves, and sharpens his focus. ꩜
Glitter & Bruises - When boxer Clark Kent first notices you under the arena lights, everything changes. You’re the gym owner’s daughter, the ring girl everyone watches, and the one person he’s been strictly forbidden to want. 𔘓𓂃, ꩜
Poolboy!Clark
Desperate Housewife - Neglected by your work-obsessed husband, you find yourself drawn to the new pool boy, Clark Kent. 🌸⋆｡, ꩜, ✗ pt.1 (other parts on ao3)
Specials
all works are written by barbienextdoor – do not repost or translate
Free Use!Clark who never says no to his girlfriend, no matter when or where she needs him. He’s always ready, always gentle, and always completely obsessed with how much she wants him.
Nympho!Reader who is utterly addicted to Clark Kent — his voice, his hands, his dick, the way he looks at her like she’s the only thing in the world. You can’t go more than a few hours without touching him, and he loves it.
700+ words of: free use kink, implied consent (cnc?), nympho reader, hcs, implied anal, cockwarming, face riding, exhibitionism, somnophilia, pwop, theyre freaky
ck x nympho!reader fic here
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Free Use!Clark who wakes up every morning to you already grinding on his thigh or sucking him under the sheets. He just groans softly, puts his hands on your hips, and lets you use his body however you need while he’s still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmurs, “Good morning, sweetheart… take what you want.”
Nympho!Reader who gets wet the second Clark walks through the door after patrol. You’ll meet him in the hallway, drop to your knees, and pull his suit down just enough to get him in your mouth, moaning around him like you’ve been starving for hours.
Free Use!Clark who is more than happy to let you ride his face while he’s trying to read the newspaper. He’ll just set the paper aside, lie back on the couch, and hold your hips down so you can grind against his tongue until you’re shaking and soaking his chin.
Nympho!Reader who sends him filthy texts while he’s at work. Pictures of your fingers buried inside yourself with the caption “hurry home, I need you.” Clark has to excuse himself to the bathroom more than once because of how hard you make him.
Free Use!Clark who will fuck you bent over the kitchen counter while you’re trying to make dinner. You’ll be stirring sauce and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you slow and deep while he kisses your neck and whispers, “Don’t stop cooking, baby. I’ve got you.”
Nympho!Reader who loves waking him up in the middle of the night by sinking down on his dick. Clark just moans sleepily, hands finding your waist as you ride him in the dark, his voice low and wrecked: “Couldn’t wait till morning, huh?”
Free Use!Clark who lets you crawl into his lap during movie night and cockwarm him the entire film. He’ll wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder, occasionally thrusting up when he knows you’re getting impatient, murmuring praise in your ear the whole time.
Nympho!Reader who gets off on the fact that Clark is Superman. You beg him to keep the cape on sometimes while he fucks you, clinging to the red fabric as he fucks you against the wall, super strength keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you.
Free Use!Clark who has bent you over his desk in the barn, in the back of his truck, in the shower, on the stairs, and once — very carefully — in the sky. He indulges every single craving you have without hesitation.
Nympho!Reader who gets dripping wet when Clark does mundane things — chopping wood shirtless, fixing the fence, wearing those gray sweatpants. You’ll walk up behind him, press yourself against his back, and beg him to take you right there in the yard.
Free Use!Clark who never makes you feel embarrassed for how much you need him. If you crawl into his lap during dinner and start grinding on him, he just pushes his plate aside, lifts you onto the table, and eats you out until you’re crying his name.
Nympho!Reader who loves being passed out from exhaustion only to wake up to Clark gently fucking you again because you whispered his name in your sleep and started rubbing against him.
Free Use!Clark who will pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist, and fuck you slow and deep while walking through the house like it’s nothing. He’ll carry you from the living room to the bedroom without ever pulling out, kissing you the whole way.
Nympho!Reader who keeps a butt plug in sometimes just so Clark can pull it out and replace it with his dick whenever he wants — though he usually ends up indulging you instead because you’re so desperate for him.
Free Use!Clark who finds you in the laundry room folding clothes and immediately bends you over the vibrating washing machine. He slides into you from behind while the spin cycle rattles hard against your chest, the intense shaking pressing right against your sensitive nipples as he fucks you deep and steady.
Nympho!Reader who can’t even pretend to focus on the laundry once Clark starts thrusting — moaning loudly as the machine’s vibrations buzz against your tits while his thick length stretches you open, coming harder because of the relentless shaking on your nipples.
Free Use!Clark who looks at his obsessed, insatiable girlfriend with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you need him this badly.
Nympho!Reader who is completely ruined for anyone else — and Clark wouldn’t have it any other way.
