#superman headcanon

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 6

Clark Kent + alien biology

I baked brownies earlier with like three times the amount of chocolate needed, and ate a huge chunk along with drinking a monster and I swear I almost met god.

Featuring kryptonian headcanons of mine.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Clark let out a shaky exhale as he was draped across the soft coverings of your shared bed. As he had looked through the documents that survived kryptons destruction, Clark had stumbled across what had looked like clothing of some sort. The ai of Jor-el had been pleased to explain that he had found the information and placed it somewhere for Clark to find, as he now had a partner, that being you. It turned out to be clothing kryptonians had worn the first while after finding their perfect partner, and doing what would count as a marriage on earth.

The clothes looked almost like robes, except for tighter breathable fabric around the torso with flower fabric on top, the fabric sticking to the torso having what looked like a cut-out near the solar plexus. Clark had thought it reminded him of those shirts with a boob window, except this was placed lower. He knew of the sunspot found in kryptonians, an organ placed where humans possessed their solar plexus. Its purpose served to store the excess radiation of the sun, but documents said that it became a pleasure spot for the kryptonian if touched by their accepted partner.

It hadn’t been long since you two got married, and Clark swore he felt his sunspot growing raw to the touch and much more sensitive. He got no pleasure from touching it himself, but the few times you’d hugged him from behind and your arms had touched the spot, a bolt of heat had run through his body and almost made him buckle at the knees.

That was why he had found a way to make the specific outfit kryptonians wore for their partner, some part of his more primal urges had wanted you to touch him and kiss him, to scent him with your human scent that was so much stronger than his own kryptonian one. Because of kryptonians lack of ability to sweat, Clark had always been strongly drawn to your own, be it your normal scent, sweat or musk.

That was how you found him, splayed out on your bed in his best attempt to look enticing, even as he blushed and looked so shy. You didn’t have the ability to purr like kryptonians, a fact you only knew as your husband had told you that it was something they did. You would never be able to hear Clark’s purring, as it was at a frequency impossible for humans, but the knowledge that he possessed the ability was always enough to leave you feeling hot under the collar.

Clark moaned softly as you clamored up the bed and between his strong thighs, spreading them enough to see the small edit he had done to the kryptonian clothing, a slit near the back of the pants, enough for you to be able to pull his cheeks apart and have your way with him. He grew redder as you smirked at him, holding his legs up by the knees so you could do just that, groaning in appreciation at the feeling of the thick muscle under your fingers as you opened him up.

Your fingers met wetness as you pushed them inside him, he had already opened himself up and left enough lube that it would be no struggle to slip inside him already. There were no words between you as you freed your hard length and pushed it inside him, even as he keened as you grabbed the almost dangerously large bulge in the loose pants he wore. At times you were thankful that your husband liked to bottom so much, as you couldn’t imagine fitting the hardness you were groping inside a human body.

You pace was slow and adoring as you thrust in and out of him, mumbling what little kryptonian you knew, all of it being praise and declarations of love for the man beneath you. So powerful yet so kind and careful, so beautiful and ethereal. Both his human and alien features always amazed you, from the shape of his eyes or how his muscles looked just a little different from humans, or how his eyes caught the flare of a camera if he wasn’t wearing glasses.

It was only when you bottomed out completely that your tip pushed against the bundle of nerves inside Clark. It wasn’t the prostate, as kryptonians didn’t possess it, but it was close enough that you could have called it that. It always had your lovers back arching hard enough that you hissed in sympathy, but it also always had Clark’s cock spurting thick ropes of white like a leaky faucet, almost endlessly as you kept grinding against the nerves.

It was only after he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you down to cover his body with your own, desperately pulling you in to kiss you, his slightly sharper than human canines digging into your lip and scraping across your tongue. You found your hips moving faster, pushing more and more cum out of Clarks length, immediately staining the fine fabric of his pants even further. He hadn’t been able to get the exact fabric kryptonians had used, but apparently that stuff had been specifically made for the large amount of bodily fluids the species produced.

As you kissed, your tongue rubbing against his tongue that was longer than a humans ever could be, and was more flexible than ever would be possible for a human, you let your hands drag up his strong torso. As your hands came to rest around the middle of his torso, you let your thumbs rest on his sunspot, his breath hitching as his hips touched. But you were close, and you wanted to at least make it somewhat pleasing for your husband, and you had read the same documents as Clark, so you knew of the spot.

So, with precision, you thrust hard against the bundle of nerves inside him as you dug your thumbs into the sunspot on his torso, a high keened noise that warbled around the edges in a way that wasn’t human being forced out of his lungs as his dick gave a hard twitch and spilled even more, seemingly having no end. Even as you spilled inside him, Clark kept clenching and unclenching around you, his entire body twitching and jolting as you massaged your thumbs into his sunspot, as if to push his orgasm longer and longer until he could no more.

At some point he seemed to go limp. He was still hard, but that was no surprise, as he practically had no rest period between orgasms, but you did. So after removing the heavily stained pants from his lower body, and flopping down beside him, the two of you spent a while just holding each other and cuddling. You thought maybe that was it for tonight, that was until Clark grabbed onto your shoulders and rolled you onto your back, his strong hips sitting down in your naked lap as his eyes flared faintly red, his eyes wide with a hunger you only saw when he was incredibly needy.

Your poor length twitched, knowing just how drained you were gonna be after tonight, but the cute smile on Clarks face was enough for you to settle your hands on his hips and ready yourself for the ride of your life.

[smallville-97]

//WOW! EVEN MORE SUPERMAN-RELATED HEADCANONS!

Clark always loudly and nervously laughs on rollercoasters, no matter how big or small they are. One time, he had to find a way to pay for some damage he'd done to a ride's handrails without anyone knowing it was him.

Clark loves to collect really weird, usually bootleg, Superman merch, just for the heck of it. So far, he has a toenail clipper, a few pairs of boxers, salt shakers, a couple wonky plushies, and a half dozen T-shirts. Funnily, he got some of those T-shirts as gifts.

Surprisingly, Clark can have a bit of a short fuse, more so as Superman than as Clark. It takes a lot of restraint for him to be as happy-go-lucky as he is, so don't test him.

Clark absolutely loves spicy food, but he's not too good at tolerating it. Lois, on the other hand, is a spice champ and is infamous at the Planet office for eating a dried pepper out of her takeout one day and not chasing if down with anything. No water, no milk, no nothing, just straight demon pepper.

Jimmy and Clark almost became staunch rivals because of what Clark decided to wear to his first day of work. He donned a bowtie, unaware that that was his new coworker's signature, prompting some nasty looks from Jimmy over the top of his cubicle. Thankfully, they worked things out, and now they have an unofficial agreement: Every time Clark wants to wear a bowtie to work, he has to clear it with Jimmy first. While the latter uses this to put up a (not very successful) tough guy front, his main motivation is to prevent Clark from committing any fashion crimes. Jimmy would never dare tell his friend this, but that first bowtie was atrocious.

Clark had an emo phase. It was very brief and didn't venture much beyond aesthetics, but it sure was obvious.

Clark rarely picks up when someone is flirting with him. The poor guy is oblivious, to the point that he didn't consider Lois might want to go to lunch with him until after six months of her dropping subtle (and not-so-subtle) hints.

In this universe, Lex Luthor was the one who convinced Elon Musk to buy Twitter. He knew what would happen, and that overjoyed him to no end.

Jimmy once hid a squirrel in his cubicle at the Planet, and Mr. White didn't notice for a grand total of five days, thirteen hours, and twenty-five minutes (for some reason, Jimmy felt the need to keep track of this). The squirrel was named Gerard, just in case you wanted to know.

Ma and Pa Kent painted the roof of their farmhouse bright red so Clark could see it when he flew over. They knew it probably wasn't necessary since Clark has super-vision, but as Pa Kent said when his son asked him about their decision, "It's always good to know where home is."

[river-bottom-nightmare]

always always thinking about superhero legacy, especially on civilians, because the idea of superheroes is absolutely fantastical for us but in universe? it's reality. and just imagine how these types of stories linger in the shadowed nooks and crannies of a culture, of a people.

wars will rage, and injustice is a sickly, undying thing. but for every cruel boot smashing a face into the ground, for every act of senseless violence, there is someone ready to fight back. on one of these far-future days (yet, not really that far at all) a dictator is taken down by a team of vigilantes. corruption still reigns, and power is fleeting, but for the first time in years, the people feel a sort of flinty-eyed, clench-jawed hope. the next night, a group of kids with bruised knuckles and crooked smiles and kind eyes run over to their city's courthouse to utterly deface it. one of the children, the artist among them, spray-paints a mural over the doors of the building, pouring their soul into every line and every stroke. for the following months, people in that city flock to the mural, take pictures and redraw likenesses and covet what soon becomes the freedom mural. a man stands on the edge of a building, arms outstretched, the ghost of a pair of wings stretching out behind him and a determined, relentless, compassionate smirk on his face. (the artist used a reference from an old photograph of a group of teenage vigilantes, drawn to the boy in the corner, dressed up in blue and gold, sheer life in his eyes. they thought he had a cool costume.)

no matter the shifts in the wind and the change in the tides, people will always have music in their veins, in their very blood. there is a ramshackle little pub in the heart of a midwestern city, with lights strung across the ceiling and food that makes you feel the good kind of warm and a beat-up old piano in the corner. it is at this piano that a downtrodden little musician likes to play, as often as they can. sure, they've got awards lining their mantle and invitations to play in the finest theatres known to man, but with that comes knee-shaking pressure and the cruelty of the rich and loneliness. no, they much prefer this pub, where they can laugh with the locals and bask in the atmosphere and gladly give away a part of their soul with every piece they play. once, a girl comes up to the musician during a furiously fast piece and asks, what's it about? the musician grins and tells the tale of a man who could run faster than light itself, who left lightning in the traces of his footsteps, who protected his city from the horrors of the world with nothing but his wits and his power. the girl then asks, what happened to him? the musician sighs, tells the girl that nobody knows, then turns and keeps playing, a touch more somber than before.

small town legends are a curious thing, because more often than not they're true. this one, though—this legend that's blistering red in a children's campfire tale or midnight blue in a student's personal essay or even bountiful green in a farmer's prayer—this one is fantastical enough, no one is foolish enough to believe it. the story goes like this: there once was a boy who fell from the sky. upon finding out he was trapped and could never returned to the world up in the clouds, he sighed, then turned right around and walked into town. he could not help himself, so he helped others with the powers he kept from the land he was from: lifted tractors and stopped muggers and fixed power lines (back when they still had power lines). and when that boy grew into a man, he bid goodbye to the town and left to help more and more people, until he gave every part of himself away, until he was gone. ridiculous, no? but despite it's end, it's light and cheerful and a good tale to tell. after all, no matter what the world has come to, stories of heroes carry on.

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broke my fuckin keyboard while typing this and then every time i wanted to type "a" i had to copy and paste like a heathen. anyway, take this small nugget before i fall headfirst into star wars love again

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[ssshh-im-a-secret]

I have a DC related question.

Superman can’t see through lead, this is canon. It’s also canon that kryptonite (green kryptonite specifically) significantly weakens him. So, here’s my question,

Would he be able to see through a person who had ingested kryptonite? Or would their presence just cause him to generally be weak? If he is weakened, would he notice at first, or would he notice only after he tries to use their powers around/on them?

[adamalade]

Clark Kent but he’s from the original era and his solar absorption also slows his aging once he gets to 25 so he ages 1 year for every 5 chronological ones and he has to leave the daily planet and his parents die and a couple decades later his best friend and the woman he could never have are both dead and he’s all alone and he can’t even bring himself to get out of bed much less go heroing most days he’s just so fucking depressed and-

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Can I request superman x reader tuskino uasagi older sister while usagi is just her princess and sister reader is sailor moon featuring jealous Lois lane while reader is a superhero sailor moon

Hello dear 💖, I'm so sorry this took super long I've been trying to clear out all the requests lately and I really tried to get to yours.

Don't worry here it is 😀 I made it into a headcanon, to make up for it if you request next you will be the first priority.

Being the sailor moon and in a relationship with superman🦸‍♂️

Superman is the most powerful man on earth so it only seems fair your the second.

Superman met you one day when one of the villians decided to go loose and you hands down defeated them with your powers.

Superman was instantly taken in by your beauty, your sailor suit was foreign to him.

He had no idea who you were but either way you joined him and the justice league.

You were much more cuter then any woman he had seen.

He kept his secret an identity though, even through the glasses.

You were also in disguise as a employee who was clumsy.

You met Clark Kent, a ordinary townie but he seemed similar to someone.

You developed a crush on superman but Clark Kent was certainly cute.

Superman questioned about his love life being he was in love with the work you and the sailor scout you.

Eventually he found out when he saw you transform.

Superman had his first kiss with you on the moon.

Unfortunately every relationship has its problems and Lois lane was one.

Lois was jealous everytime she tried to talk to superman or Clark, he diverted his attention to you.

You were protective of your sister, she was your priority above anything else.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

Headcanon requests: open

Writing commissions: open

[violent138]

Starting to think a cooler headcanon for Clark’s upbringing might just be that the entire town of Smallville collectively decided to just go with it and accept that Martha and John's kid has superpowers, but we don't talk about it.

Someone's tractor gets stuck and nothing can get it out? "Be a dear and run down to the Kents, would you? Ask for Clark?"

"Why Clark, we need a machine--"

"Run along now."

Or if he kicks too hard and the football vanishes into the upper stratosphere, no it didn't, we all collectively saw it land over there *vague hand movements*

[vodrae]

Villain swaps Bruce and Clark minds.

Bruce: I get the "man of steel" now. *Punches villain*

Clark: Why...Why...WHY ARE YOU SO MUCH IN PAIN ?!

Bruce: What do you mean ? I took a 12 hours break yesterday, I'm as fresh as a newborn.

[therandomfandomme]

Batman having a recording of a heartbeat softly play in his suit so that Superman thinks he has two hearts to throw him off his scent because he's paranoid, but then one day it breaks and Superman freaks out, because "Batman where did your other heartbeat go?!!?!" and Bruce panics and says: "I split into two," like he's some sort of cryptid and everyone goes ???, luckily he has Robin to introduce them to. It's not until much later when they all reveal their identities that they learn that it's not true and all the bats and birds that are running around were not parts that ripped free from Batman. Though not before the whole family has had a whole lot of fun creating nonsense rumors just to fuck with people.

[walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo]

Batman is so quiet that he even startles Superman. Clark always jumps and exasperatedly yells at Bruce, "Stop doing that!"

It honestly kind of terrifies the rest of the league that Batman can get the jump on a man with super senses.

One Day Flash asks about it, if Superman has any idea how Batman always manages to sneak up on him.

Clark sheepishly has to explain that he knows Batman’s there, but he doesn't want to hurt his feelings. It wouldn't be nice, so he pretends to be surprised.

[gatorbites-imagines]

This has been living rent free in my head and I need it to leave, lol.

So you know how like everyone loves Losis lane, flirting with her and all that?

What if a Rich Male Reader was going to a red carpet in Metropolis and he's a gentleman. However, instead of asking for Losis' company. He makes a casual beeline for Clark Kent, asking for his company for that evening. Kissing the back of Clark's hand in greeting.

I think Clark would be a flustered mess.

Clark Kent x male reader

Headcanons

I’m basing the reader off of a marvel oc of mine I’m pretty sure I’ve used in the past called Lockjaw, so you have a prosthetic jaw in this lmao. My head aches so much from doing chemistry homework, so I’m writing this as a reward.

You were a multi billionaire, rivaling Wayne in his riches and rank. But unlike Wayne, who was a big support to heroes like the justice league, you tended to stay neutral and not get too involved with the hero and villain world.

You were an incredible inventor though, standing side by side with the likes of Lex Luthor, but unlike Luthor you didn’t use your inventions for evil, but you didn’t use them for good either. You had been shunned and insulted by the world too much to love it as blindly as most heroes did.

Your prosthetic jaw was the cause of most of your childhood scorn. Your father had been what many called a crazy scientist, and in one of his wild experiments it had ended with your jaw being torn off your body.

Years passed without you showing yourself much to the public, until you appeared at 18, ready to take over your father’s juggernaut of a company, a black metal jaw and a cold look in your eyes.

The tabloids called you the ice king or even the ice emperor with how much power you carried, as you had never buckled under social pressure and had never been seen with a romantic partner.

But their most favorite name to call you was Lockjaw, because of your prosthetic. You had despised the name in the beginning because it made you remember the traumatic experience, but over time you made the name yours and yours alone.

You weren’t easy to manipulate like some rich people, you weren’t dumb, and you paid close attention to what happened around you, never letting someone get the upper hand.

You were extremely influential, single, and very handsome, so of course you were invited to most if not all large parties for the upper class, though you only went if it was something important. You didn’t party for fun, so when you showed up the place was always filled with more paparazzi than normal, trying to get a comment from you or a good picture.

Because of whom you are, you’ve had many run ins with heroes, and your extreme intellect has also made it that you needed to know about them. So, you most likely know the identities of most known heroes, villains, and anything in between. You have also fought many of them, especially villains, who think you are an easy target.

So, when you walked onto the red carpet to see not only Bruce Wayne but also Oliver Queen you couldn’t help but sneer, though your prosthetic jaw didn’t allow much movement of your mouth. Of course, you had never told them you knew their identities, why would you?

Out of all the heroes you liked Superman the most, so when you saw Clark Kent there, following close behind Lois Lane of all people, you almost couldn’t resist.

Lois of course wants a scoop of you as well because of your fame, but when she tries her usual tricks, she is sorely disappointed when none of them work. She, and everyone around you as well, are very surprised when you instead go to the big clumsy man following after her.

Clark is immediately flustered when you shake his hand, but also lift it to kiss the back of it. He had not expected you, the ice prince, Lockjaw, known for your dismissal of paparazzi and the outside world, to kiss his hand.

It’s not even an act when Clark starts blushing and looking around in confusion, because something must be wrong for that to happen.

Camera’s flash and people are yelling, asking all kinds of questions of course, because who was Clark and how did you two know each other? What had changed that got the ice prince to react like that?

But you don’t do much more than kiss the back of his hand and wink at Clark, before you are on your way again down the red carpet and into the party. Lois will immediately grill Clark for all he knows about you, and both Bruce and Oliver will be curious too as to why you picked Clark exactly.

After that the daily bugle would always send Clark to things you went too, hoping to get a good scoop or another world-shaking reaction. But you didn’t do much more than smile at him or wink, always flustering the kryptonian whenever you did it.

How else was he supposed to react to an extremely handsome, extremely rich, extremely sought after bachelor, who only seemed to have had this reaction towards Clark and no one else.

[superbat-love]

Clark: [stares at Ace] Is that what I think it is?

Bruce: Oh, that’s Chewperman, Ace’s favorite chew toy.

Clark: You let Ace chew on a mini me?

Bruce: That’s what it’s made for. If it makes you feel bad, I’ll make one for Krypto too. He’ll love it, right boy?

Ace: Woof.

The following week at the Fortress of Solitude…

Bruce: Why is this toy kept behind a glass casing? It’s meant for Krypto. [takes it out of the casing and tosses it to Krypto] Here boy!

Krypto: [happily chomps on the Batman chew toy]

Clark: Noooo! Don’t! Krypto, let go of Batsqueak!

Bruce: Batsqueak?

Clark: It just feels wrong, Bruce! I can’t bear to let any harm come to Batsqueak. He should be kept safe in his ice cave, not mauled by giant fangs.

Bruce: …

[murmeloni]

I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.

Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.

Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.

But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.

Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.

Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.

With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?

Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.

Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?

He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.

And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.

[38sr]

young smallville meets young gotham

[confused-wanderer]

Okay but Bruce has to grow out a beard for a mission and after he shaves it all his kids are screaming bloody murder, the justice league lose it and the public is heartbroken.

The league still maintains some decorum in front of him, though they pout whenever they see him without it the first time. The public has been crying in outrage demanding he grow it back because the man looked like a fucking Greek god.

His kids? Oh, they don’t acknowledge him as the same person.

There’s Beard Wayne, and Bruce Wayne.

And nope. To them, they’re not the same. No matter how much Bruce tries. And to his chagrin, Alfred agrees with them.

[dc-comics-lover]

Random things I like to hc :

(here's part 2)

- Constantine calling Batman "love" anytime.

"Good plan, love. Now, if I may add..."

- Diana constantly fighting the urge to add multiple times in the footnotes of her research papers : "*I know that because I was there."

- Clark feeling some type of way whenever anyone from the Batfam calls him Uncle Clark (he does tear up a little the first few times).

- Anytime, Booster would get cancelled for a tweet, he'd go back in time just far enough to prevent from tweeting it. He did that way too many times.

- Barry and Hal being that one best friend duo that are big on PDA. Most of the time during JL meetings, Hal's leg would be intertwined with Barry's.

- Given that the way they usually interact correlates with what he learned about married couples, J'onn assumed for the longest time that Bruce and Clark were spouses.

- Much like how Clark switches off his kansan accent when he's being Superman, Bruce switches off his "posh" accent when he's being Batman.

- On the contrary, Oliver always sounds filthy rich.

- Everytime someone mentions (any) Robin, Hal's mind still can't fathom that Batman's sidekick is a literal child.

- Dick is a bisexual flirt in and out of costume.

- Regular occurence : Batman enters the meeting room, sees Booster's stupid expression that's a clear sign he's going to share very stupid ideas, and Batman exits the room without a word. He doesn't come back for the rest of the meeting. After it happened more than once, some of the members get the clue and walk out as well.

- Superman can recite entire movies by heart. Not surprising in and of itself, but surprising that Bruce silently lets him do it over his shoulder when he's working in the batcave. Lets Clark unwind and gives Bruce background noise.

- After multiple complaints, Batman had to soundproof Dinah and Oliver's room in the watchtower.