#nympho reader

[barbienextdoor]

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.

[dollettenextdoor]

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: (18+) ... 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.

[erwinsvow]

thought about nympho sending pope lots of photos of anything she’s doing while they’re not with each other. what you made for breakfast, outfit of the day, flowers at the grocery store. he becomes very used to it, always opens his messages right away to look and respond. and then one day in the middle of an intense family conversation he opens his phone to find nudes from you and just short circuits in front of everyone

[barbienextdoor]

Aphrodisiac

clark kent x nympho!reader tags/cw: nympho reader, hypersexual themes, size kink if you squint, office sex, light exhibitionism, gagging, love & lust, mentions of oral & standing doggy, est. relationship, improper use of superpowers, quickies, desperate behavior, superman is better than human men 823 w.c. nympho!reader hcs

Clark Kent, whose nympho girlfriend is completely insatiable for him. He never expected to end up with a girlfriend who wanted him the way you did constantly, hungrily, as if something in you sparked to life the second he walked into a room.

Maybe it was the trace of Kryptonian biology in his kiss, some alien chemical that slipped past your lips and burned straight into your bloodstream every time his mouth met yours. Maybe it was simply him: the way he said “ma’am” to waitresses, the way he apologized to doors when he accidentally slammed them too hard, the way those broad shoulders carried the weight of the world and still curved protectively around you when you slept. Whatever the cause, the effect was absolute. One look at Clark Kent: glasses, tie slightly crooked, that shy smile, and something feral woke up inside you and refused to go back to sleep.

Mornings began the same way: you rolling over before the alarm, sliding a thigh across his hips, feeling him already half-hard under the sheets. He’d murmur a sleepy “Morning, baby,” voice rough with dreams, and you’d answer by sinking onto him slowly, savoring the stretch, the way his huge hands immediately settled on your waist like he was afraid you’d float away. Soft, lazy, sun-through-the-curtains sex—until it wasn’t soft anymore and you were riding him hard enough that the headboard knocked pictures off the wall.

By midday, you were already texting him, asking if he could fly home for "lunch", a break never long enough to satisfy you, but long enough to chase away that restless longing until evening. He’d appear on the balcony thirty seconds later, tie fluttering, cheeks flushed from supersonic flight. You’d barely let him set his notebook down before you were on your knees, mouthing at him through his slacks, inhaling the faint scent of ink and city air that always clung to him. Lunch break meant you bent over the kitchen counter, skirt rucked up, one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t hear you scream when he finally pushed in.

Some days, you showed up at the Daily Planet yourself, innocent as anything, brown paper bag in hand. “Brought you lunch, baby,” you’d sing, loud enough for Jimmy to hear. Clark’s eyes would flick to you behind his glasses, half warning, half plea, and two minutes later, you’d be locked in the single-stall bathroom on the 8th floor, his tie stuffed in your mouth to muffle the noises while he fucked you against the door hard enough to rattle the hinges. Your vibrator sat forgotten in the bedside drawer at home; nothing on Earth could find the places he reached when he tilted his hips just right. Those stolen minutes behind a locked door or in a quiet corner always left you glowing and him smiling like he knew exactly what you were doing.

At home, you were even worse. You’d find him in his study, glasses slipping down his nose, hair curling over his forehead, legs spread in that careless way that always did things to you, and you’d climb right into his lap like you had every right. He’d look at you over the rims of his glasses with that mix of fondness and exasperation that told you he was two seconds from giving in or losing his place in the article entirely. If he really needed to finish his work, he’d whisper that you’d either have to wait… or take care of yourself. And of course, you chose the latter, just to see his jaw tighten at the sight.

One night, he finally sat you down gently on his lap, hands warm on your thighs, eyes soft in a way that made your chest ache. He asked, with such careful sincerity it almost broke your heart, whether you felt pressured to chase him like this. Whether it felt like a compulsion. You just stared at him before laughing, because he genuinely didn’t realize. You told him you loved sex, especially with him. That you craved him because he made you feel wanted, adored, alive. He nodded slowly, as he understood for the first time, and told you he’d give you whatever you needed, whenever you needed it.

And sometimes, “what you needed” involved Clark using gifts he probably shouldn’t have. The speed he normally used to save lives. The tongue that could do things no human anatomy textbook accounted for. The strength that lets him lift you as if gravity stopped applying. The kind of experiences only he could give you.

Your human exes had never come close. Clark could keep up. Clark could meet you where you burned hottest. Clark could give you exactly what you wanted without ever making you feel greedy or wrong for wanting it. He met it. Matched it. Fed it. And he loved every second of being wanted by you.

[barbienextdoor]

clark kent x nympho!girlfriend who is OBSESSED with him, but feels insecure about her tendencies :((

Clark would be absolutely obsessed right back. He’d be the first one to notice something’s off, the way you suddenly hesitate, pull back, or quiet yourself. And he’d get that soft, concerned look like, “Sweetheart… talk to me.”

When you finally admit you feel insecure about how much you want him, Clark would just stare at you for a second as if you told him the sky isn’t blue. Absolutely baffled. “Insecure? About wanting me?”

And then he’d melt. Because Clark is the most emotionally attentive man alive, he’d step in close, cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek as he reassures you that your desire isn’t something he tolerates. It’s something he treasures. Something he shares.

He’d remind you gently that loving someone openly doesn’t make you “too much,” and that nothing you ask of him is ever taking; it’s always something you're giving to each other.

And he’d probably laugh softly, shake his head, kiss your forehead, and say, “Honey… you could never want me more than I want you." Soft, steady, no judgment, just Clark grounding you with affection until the insecurity has no room left to breathe.

[erwinsvow]

immediately need more about nympho reader and pope. 🫣 how’d they meet, what’s that age gap, how often they fucking 🙂‍↕️

hmmm the age gap can be anything!!! it's all inclusive. i'm 23 so i try to make the readers as close to 23 as i can for self indulgent purposes. but truly theyre any age!!! how'd they meet hmm so many ways. i posted one idea a bit ago about being someone helping nicky and j with sats or college applications and youre just around and latch onto pope. i think its cute and funny if it's like some twenty something who literally will not stay away from him like sees him and the staring and the awkward mannerisms and she's just like yes i want that one. i wrote a little lore in another post in the nympho reader tag ill tag this so you can see too!! after that bit though.. inseparable. can't leave them alone for two minutes because she crawls into his lap no matter where they are. even at smurf's house because trust me nympho dgaf about smurf that's for sure. and she also doesn't care what others think about her besides her boyfriend and she already knows he likes her so that's all that matters to her. came with pope to deran's bar one time. they get caught fucking in the bathroom. driving somewhere for literally any reason. road head. one time they pull into the driveway of smurf's and are waiting for them to come out and she crawls into his lap and makes out with him until they knock on the window. and nympho rolls it down before pope can stop her and says 'we're busy'. pope has to get the darkest tints anyone will do for his truck. my personal favorite is post-job reward. makes pope dance with her at the bar or the party or wherever they are and then drags him by the hand and they're out of there after 30 minutes max. i love them.

[erwinsvow]

Every new girlie you create for pope burrows into my brain and I can’t get them out /pos

Young nympho (only for him) girlie is actually frying my brain to think about fr

Like how he would react to her and when she says she’s never been like this with anyone else??? I think his brain and his dick would explode and he would wanna do everything to keep her happy, but he never understands why she’s with him or what it is about him that drives her crazy (my man has low self esteem 😭)

and she would teach him so much new stuff and get him to try things and be adventurous and I think she would really bring him out of his shell in every way

and he would be so possessive and obsessive when it comes to her and his stupid fam would be sus of her to start with and some of them wouldn’t like her cause she’s good for him (*cough* Smurf and Baz *cough*)

and and and…. [skull explodes violently]

SKULL VIOLENTLY EXPLODES IS MEEE reading this. nympho is a nympho but not just for anyone. gets quiet and shy for the first time telling pope she's never felt this way about anyone else but he makes her crazy and he'd just like. taking a deep breath. thought he was the only crazy one between them and it just feels very different hearing you say it like that and just. wow. oh wow yeah. i'm spiralling. still gets worried when he sees people flirting with you or approaching you but nympho is a clear lover girl. we are past the 'a' necklace. it's a necklace that says andrew in loopy font. anklet with his birthstone (june! a pearl. stares at it when he has your leg on his shoulder). clinging onto his bicep like it's her job. planning their little date nights and day trips and enjoying everything there is to enjoy with him. tries to get him to go on a vacation with her and talks about how they can have steamy hotel room sex and he just kind of sits up straighter and goes "but we have sex here everyday. why do we need to go to mexico?" but she mentions buying a new bikini and he'd be game. just pope getting used to the idea of someone wanting to spend literally every minute with him. i think it's actually so sweet. him and wifey are homebodies and him and nympho would be the opposite. he's just a lover boy catering to his girl and trying to make her happy. she's just trying to make him happy. it's all very sweet. baz and smurf would NOT like her lol. i'm sure smurf would probably call her 'the clingy slutty one' or something like that. baz thinks its funny like you just have an infatuation for some reason that'll fade. definitely don't like how snippy she is with them. can tell when someone isn't good for her man from a mile away. she's a lot nicer to craig and deran and j. definitely gets caught in an argument with smurf maybe because it's clear to anyone with eyes that pope is actually gonna marry and settle down with you. something along the lines of "sorry that i'm allowed to fuck your son and you can't, but don't take your creepy obsession with my boyfriend out on me"

[erwinsvow]

No because obviously Pope would never go clubbing… not his scene… but if nympho!reader begged him for her birthday, batted her eyelashes and promised it’d make her so so happy he’d give it a go…

Anyways cut to a few hours later she’s a lil wasted and has dragged him into the dance floor, turning around and throwing it back on him, moving rhythmically while he just… stands there, eyes fixed on her ass… muscles tightly coiled and jaw tense. His hands would slowly move to her hips, like the action alone hurts him… anyway cut to him dragging nympho to the seedy club bathroom and rutting into her from behind while yanking her hair… yeah

A combo of The Weeknd’s ‘Sacrifice (remix)(ft Swedish House Mafia)’ being on repeat for me and sleep deprivation :3 but her grinding against him while that song thumps into his bones??? Much to think about

this is. so. oh my god. because you just know he had to begged/asked a million times. finally nympho accepts that it's just not his scene which she completely gets but she just wanted to grind on her bf drunk off tequila. gets all ready in a tiny dress and then i think he'd be like putting on a button up shirt and he's like i'm not letting you go out alone like that. protective dog instinct overpowered the i hate loud cramped places thing. they go there. he doesn't drink anything. after the third shot you're telling your friends if you and andrew disappear do NOT come looking since you already know what's gonna happen. THAT SONG!!!!!! STOP!!! my throwing it back song is gasolina so that too. picturing this man standing in the club getting it thrown back on him like. he's really contemplating his life since nympho entered it. hard as a brick in public and his hot girlfriend is in the tiniest dress imaginable. he thinks it's his own birthday. i think you get to dance on him for all of... forty five minutes before he brings you back to his truck (i personally think he would think the bathroom is too gross to fuck. meanwhile nympho has stars in her eyes from how hard he is and is begging him to just ignore the germs for five minutes) trust me. the entire truck is shaking. asks if she wants to go back and dance with her friends after but just goes "can't feel my legs" so it's time to go home <3