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nouearth · 9 months

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blue current.

clark kent x male reader headcanons.

warnings: fluff, co-workers at the daily planet, maws!clark, soft!clark, intern!reader.

a/n: it's been a hot minute since i've written anything! i feel so bad because i've been swamped with school, so hopefully this will hold you guys over until i post my next fic! it's not much, but i've been feeling fluffy as of recent, and clark is the perfect candidate, HAHA. idk, i've been feeing low-key creatively stuck for writing, so hopefully this well get me out of the slump!

gif credits to: fukutomichi!

—clark was smitten from the moment he first laid eyes on you.

—it had only been the fourth month into his internship, but it was no secret that the higher-ups, and even his colleagues, have been impressed by clark's rapid growth.

—it was enough to ensure their trust in clark to train the new intern as the lead journalist had taken a month off for vacation. while he had his doubts if he would do a good job, clark always loved challenging himself.

—his mother had always reminded him: one who feared failure will never achieve greatness.

—sure, you weren't being mentored by the best journalist in the city. though, you had to admit that you felt defeated since miss lane was the only reason why you chose the daily planet over other internships.

—but bitterness turned to throat-drying, cheek-flushing, and hand-flexing sweetness when you came in your first day and met the man who would be training you.

—for clark, it was the drowsiness in your gaze that suddenly brightened when he met your eyes. if he could have seen his own face, clark would reckon that his eyes lit up the same way yours did upon meeting you for the first time.

—he's so... handsome. maybe training him wouldn't be so bad after all...

—his blue eyes sucked you in like heavy ocean current, but instead of fighting back the pull like any sane person would, you allowed him to drown you in the gorgeous wash his gaze doted on you with.

—god, are you toying with me right now? have you finally come around to my reckless behavior back in high school? i knew you always would!

—it began with a handshake. when clark's large hand cupped into yours, a current of sparks flickered from the bone of your knuckles to his own, and you both released with a gasp.

—"sorry! it must be my vest or something—has a lot of... cotton, i think—" clark assured with a laugh, but cursed his lame excuse in between breaths.

—"no, you're fine! i guess your sweater vest knew i was half-asleep, huh?" you laughed with him, and almost as if it was choreographed, you reached back to rub at your nape when he does, and the discomfort left the collective laughter in a fleeting dance.

—"well, lucky for you, our first stop is the break room! i'll show you how to make a poor man's mocha if you get sick of the coffee here!"

—from then on, you two had quickly become close friends.

—where clark would teach you more hacks to spice up an ordinary roast of coffee, you would return the favor by surprising him on random days with lunch that you prepared the night before.

—on nights where you were too tired to function, you simply settled for sandwiches and prepared an extra meal for clark.

—whether he claimed he forgot his lunch, or was too busy to even take a glance at his lunchbox; eating lunch had become a rarity for him.

—unless it was with you.

—even before opening the brown paper bag, clark knew it was going to be delicious.

—you always remembered what ingredients he liked and disliked since the first time you had lunch with him.

—clark smiled to himself as he ate the meal you didn't have to prepare for him in big bites.

—and then laughed when you watched in amazement and mirrored him like a parrot with messy bites.

—somehow, the thought of cared for was more filling than the actual meal.

—in moments where clark suddenly felt guilt for liking you as more than a friend, he sat silently, staring blankly ahead, with the tissue crumpled in his hands.

—and you sat beside him on the bench, compelled by his silence, while the birds watched from their home of oak and birch.

—it had been happening more frequently: clark's sudden mood shift. no matter how much he tried to deny it, how much he attempted to pacify your silent worries with his handsome smile, it was clear that something was bothering him.

—at first, you tried to break him with a joke.

—"geez, was my sandwich that bad?! i guess i shouldn't have used that expired mustard..."

—you've studied clark enough to anticipate a half-hearted chuckle from him; weak, but still had the intention to please. to masquerade his thoughts.

—instead, the birds chirped in his absence, and your frown only deepened as clark maintained a fixed gaze to the pavement.

—"clark?" you nudged him once on the arm, and he immediately dropped his head in between his legs with a heavy sigh.

—"what's wrong?"

—"there'ssomethingigottatellyou..." he muttered into the crook of his elbow, and your brows knitted together in worry, despite your amusement at the fact that he was behaving similarly to a puppy throwing a tantrum.

—"huh? didn't quite catch that when your mouth is full of linen." you gently nudged him once more to vacant the space between his legs, then another with a gentler squeeze to his arm when he doesn't.

—"clark, come on. talk to me." you squeezed harder to the sound of his groans. "people are staring—"

—then another squeeze.

—"there's something..."

—and another.

—"i gotta tell you..."

—and before you could alert him once more, clark returned the pressure into your own palm when he suddenly took your hand into his, and held it as if it was a pirate's lost treasure.

—the warmth of your skin compelled him to sit back up, but he refused to look at you. instead, he gazed every perimeter that didn't involve your eyes.

—the birds again, the sky, the trees, anything to drown out the sight of potential rejection.

—but how you wished he would turn to you right now, because you smiled. wide enough to sting the apple of your cheeks, and as much as you wanted to yell out his name for him to do so, you wanted to let clark do it for himself.

—to take upon the challenge of potentially meeting failure or success.

—heat crept onto his cheeks as he stared at a couple who were charmed by chubby ducks floating on the nearby lake. for a brief moment, he could see you two walking hand-in-hand, while the other free hand threw feed at the eager ducks.

—he was lost in his imagination. a blink turned into a dream, and a dream turned into a desperate paradise.

—it wasn't until the trail of your hand that looped your fingers into his, tightly sharing the warmth of anxiousness with a sticky clamp, that clark opened his eyes again and finally turned to you.

—wet eyes and shaking blues, they told a story that you didn't need to read into.

—silence filled the space between the two of you, then groaned in annoyance when you scooted closer until your knee was pressed to clark's. you folded his hand into yours, still clutching onto him tightly, and laid the joined affection on your lap.

—"i like you too, smallville." your thumb ran several laps over his knuckles to calm the tremors clark had possessed.

—he watched, open-mouthed as if he was about to respond, but the shock trapped the remainder of his words within his throat.

—you lounged back and squinted at the radiance of the sun, the brights of the sky.

—"(m/n)..."

—the sunlight faded into the background as the beauty of your best friend came into frame once again. he absorbed all the color and light of the world until your focus was on him.

—"i really like you."

—the sigh on his lips told a different tale compared to the previous exhales. it curled his lips upwards and finally pacified the shakes that had been bothering clark for months.

—when he pressed his palm back into yours, folding his fingers over your own, you braced for impact as you felt the electrical current from the first day you met him return in stronger pulses. it nipped at your skin, then at clark's, in its desperate escape.

—but clark held tighter, as did you, until the shockwaves melted in his skin, into his veins, then into his blood, and became one with the victorious cheer of his heart.

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gatorbites-imagines · 8 months

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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.

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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.

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atomiclvr · 20 days

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i feel like clark kent does not know how to drive a car. he can just fly anywhere anyway so why would he bother getting his license? and he could always just take a train or a cab in metropolis if he needed to. it’s only when he (as clark) is asked to cover a story for the daily planet outside of downtown that he realizes it may be an issue 😵‍💫

#HES A PASSENGER PRINCESS #bruce has to drive him around when he doesn’t make alfred chauffeur #superman #clark kent #superman headcanon #clark kent headcanon #superbat #i GUESS?? for the tags lmao #dc #dc comics #dc headcanon #lvr say

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intriq · 8 months

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How do you think the batfam and co. (Selina, Clark, Diana) take their coffee? - 🌻

I DONT KNOW COFFEE IVE ONLY EVER DRANK IT ONCE AND THAT WAS LAST MONTH POOKIE. FOR THE FIRST TIME TOO MIND YOU

Tim: obviously strong as FUCK. That shit will keep you up for DAYS. DAYS. Has been dubbed the king of espressos by local cafes at this point. First time barista’s quake in fear when they get his order I feel.

Cass: she gives vibes that she’d like her coffee bitter as fuck but imagine how funny it is one day someone else takes a sip and it’s the sweetest shit you ever drank. Enough to give you cavities with one sip.

Steph: she gives me the vibes of someone who would drink a latte, honestly. Maybe with caramel or vanilla syrup, too. She channels the bitterness of that drink into whatever the fuck chaos she wants to cause that day.

Clark: cappuccino 4 lifer this man is. You can’t tell me otherwise. He’d die before he drinks any bitter shit. Gives Steph bombastic side eye the first time they might’ve gotten their orders together.

Diana: this cafe in my hometown has a spiced brown sugar cold brew as part of their seasonal special and I can see her drinking that tbh

Selina: she gives iced latte with mocha syrup honestly

Bruce: black like his emo ass soul /j

In all seriousness Bruce seems like a secret die hard pumpkin spice latte fan

Duke: he tried coffee once and probably hated it (like me). Probably tried a cold brew maybe, white chocolate syrup and hated that shit with a passion.

Jason: the only thing that calls for him is an americano honestly. Maybe with hazelnut syrup or smthn

Dick: he SCREAMS cookies n cream frappe

Damian: surprisingly enough probably also gets an espresso but because of Tim he makes the barista’s have a trauma response

Alfred: only drinks coffee when he’s desperate. He doesn’t give the type to be picky but I can see him drinking a latte when he’s desperate for a bitter wake up call.

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 1 year

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Fruit headcanons - Fruit they love, fruit they hate

This is based on a conversation with the lovely @wolvesandhoundshowltogether. The credit for August’s love for sinful red fruits goes to Marta as well. Thank you for indulging in my silliness, baby ❤️ in a summer mood. Summer=fruits! 🍑🍒🍓

no warnings, this is all sfw ❤️

🥝🍏🥥🍎🍐🍊🍋🍌🍉🍇🍓🫐🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍

Mike likes peaches. They’re juicy and sweet, almost like candy. He prefers nectarines though, the skin is less fuzzy. He also likes watermelon, strawberries and cherries. He only touches apples in the shape of apple pie. He doesn’t like many fruits to begin with, but he absolutely despises grapes, blueberries and raspberries, because each time he tried them as a kid, they always were mushy. And he would never in his life touch a banana. ...Is pizza a fruit?

Sy loves peaches, obviously. They’re his favourite. Otherwise he’s not picky. Apricots are in his top ten. But he doesn’t like… absolutely hates citrus. The taste is okay, but he hates the texture.

Walter on the other hand loves citrus. Oranges, tangerines, grapefruit, even pomelo. He loves them all. He also really likes mangos and figs. Hates watermelons. It tastes like sweet cucumber to him… No thanks, he’ll pass.

August likes fruits that are red and sinful. Cherries, pomegranate are among his favourites. He also really likes both pink grapefruit and pink pineapple. Passion fruit, too. Not sure if it counts as fruit, but he hates, absolutely despises coconut.

Geralt likes the fruit he can find on the Path. They are rare, but he is always happy to find raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, the occasional apple or pear when he passes an orchard. And for obvious reasons, he likes gooseberries. It’s not that he hates it, but he doesn’t like fruits that are more exotic than what he is used to. Call it caution. He can never know if the fruit is poisonous… or if he is allergic to it. He learned that the hard way… he curses those cherries!

Will likes papayas, mangos, oranges, pineapples, peaches, grapes… you name it. In sunny San Francisco, he takes every fruit he can get his hands on. Running between meetings, the juicy treats are a welcome refreshment. He makes sure to always keep some pre-cut in the little fridge he has in his office. He hates plums, though.

Napoleon likes tropical fruits. The less known it is, the better! Lychees and dragon fruit are among his favourites.Star fruits, dates and mangosteen are a luxury he got used to. But don’t get him to try kiwi. He hates kiwi.

Clark tries hard to pass as human. His favourite fruits are those considered the favourite fruits of most of humanity. Apples, bananas, mangos. He might include in a conversation that tomatoes and olives are fruits. He likes those too. He could never understand the hype around strawberries, though. To him they smell and look like they should taste so much better than they actually do.

Sherlock is curious by nature. So he tries lots of different fruits imported to England: passion fruit, peaches, oranges. Of homegrown fruits he is used to cherries, apples and pears, and the expensive figs. You can chase him with rhubarb. He hates that stuff.

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shylemon0 · 2 years

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Clark Kent dating a reader that can’t sleep without a stuffed animal (Headcanons)

I am very much like this so umm- this was really easy to to write lol

Warning?: Hinted autistic reader, plushie/stuffed animal special interest, Clark becoming your replacement plushie,

A/N: im writing this note as i am halfway done with this hc and i just realized that this might be seen as some weird kink shit??? if that is the reason you are here please leave and dont put that energy near my blog im a minor, thank you. this one was more made as comfort not horniness ew

(Gn) ———

· He finds it adorable and completely understands the simple need for a comfort item · You probably have a small stuffed toy in your bag when you need to go to work that you can hold (inside the bag so no one can see) it when stressed but if you didn’t bring it with you for some reason you could just hold Clark’s hand when stressed since his hands are surprisingly soft

· Sometimes Clark will pretend to be jealous of your plushies when he comes home to you just laying on the couch using one of your plushies as a pillow after a long day of work, it’ll just end up in him grabbing you so you two can cuddle and fall asleep because both of you are tired after a long day at work

· You know that these things give you comfort but you won’t let it control your life, so you won’t go and grab your comfort item just for a tiny amount of stress or discomfort since one day you just know you won’t have anything to calm you down and you’ll have to be ready for so it won’t be too much for you · He will buy you tons of stuffed animals and plushies because he knows how happy they make you

· You most likely were shy about letting him know about your little “quirk” since most people would think it was childish, but not him, he completely respects it and will stand up for you if any of your friends found out and started to make fun of you for it

· If you somehow lost your favorite plush and it’s the one you need to sleep with, Clark is there for you to calm down and help you try and find it, if you find it that’s great but if you don’t Clark will offer to cuddle with you to help you a little to fall asleep

· After some time you probably won’t need a stuffed toy anymore to sleep since you have Clark there to cuddle up with :)

(I have a taglist now! It’s on my pinned post if you want to know more about it!)

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adamalade · 2 years

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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-

#I have more thoughts #let me know if y’all want them #Clark Kent #Superman #Superman angst #Clark Kent angst #Superman powers #hc #headcanon #Clark Kent hc #clark kent headcanon #Superman hc #Superman headcanon #dc #detective comics #dc comics #dc hc #dc headcanon

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thrillhoues · 5 months

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Clark Kent should be a Bruce Springsteen fan. There's something about their revolutionary spirit - men aligned with the little guy in all of their stories - both of them on the surface both pictures of, and deconstruction of, traditional masculinity

Plus, Nebraska and Darkness on the Edge of Town are one of my favorites, ditto Clark

#Superman #bruce springsteen #music headcanons #Clark Kent headcanon #Clark Kent

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violent138 · 5 months

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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*

#saw a post about clark being super useful that inspired this one #when they see superman on tv they're like wow i wonder who that nice well behaved boy could be #smallville #superman #clark kent #superman headcanons #dc comics #batfamily

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incorrectbatfam · 1 month

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We have Bruce doing Good Dad™ things but what about Neutral Dad™ things

Mowing the lawn while drinking a cup of coffee

Standing outside and staring at an oncoming storm

Sneezes that get louder with each kid he adopts

"Hold this light while I fix this"

"Do NOT touch the thermostat"

Falling asleep on the recliner while watching a show that he'll pretend to hate when the kids ask about it

Matching cargo shorts, socks, and sandals with Clark every time they're in Smallville

#bruce wayne #batman #batdad #batfamily #batfam #batman family #clark kent #superman #justice league #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #dc comics #headcanon #batposting #shitpost

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murmeloni · 3 months

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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.

#bruce wayne #superbat #clark kent #headcanon #superman #dc #batman #writing promt #fanboy Clark Kent

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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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.

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atomiclvr · 17 days

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i also LOVE the idea of clark collecting superman merch as a bit but his coworkers just end up thinking he’s a big fanboy. it starts off with “haha look at this mug with my logo on it isn’t that funny” until he’s got t shirts, posters, pins, bumper stickers cause lois and jimmy (etc) get something for him on every holiday

#it doesn’t help that he’s writing plenty superman features too #superman #superman headcanon #clark kent headcanon #clark kent #lvr say #dc #dc comics #dc headcanon

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walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo · 5 months

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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.

#superman #clark kent #batman #bruce wayne #superbat #maybe?#dc comics #dc comics headcanons #same bat-tag same bat-channel #mayo's writing

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superbat-love · 4 months

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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: …

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shylemon0 · 2 years

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Clark Kent dating an Autistic!Reader would include (Headcanons)

Watched man of steel and now my dumb dumb brain decided to not function because of this man 😭 fucking hell, why can’t I just watch a movie without crushing hard for a character!?

(As always! Autism is different for everyone and this is mostly based on how it is for me)

Warning: Autism things, meltdown, harmful stimming, talking about a ableist stereotype

(Gn) ———

· He adores you and thinks that you are the most wonderful person he has ever met! · It’s pretty hard for him sometimes to keep calm and hold back when he sees someone being hateful towards you in any way, but you are there to help him stay calm and collected which he appreciates a lot (though he secretly does something to make the people that bothered you life’s a little more difficult)

· Oh you just know that he’d love to join in on your stimming, if he sees you extremely happy so much so that you’re jumping and flapping your hands he’ll get really happy himself and join you in jumping which just makes you even more happy, also him just trying out different types of stims he has seen you do so he can find out if it’s something that could help him too

· He has some understanding of the struggles you have, since he had a lot of sensory issues when he was younger that he grew out of, but he understands that your sensory issues aren’t something that you can just grow out of like he did and is super supportive of your needs and wants to make you as comfortable as possible with him · We all know that stereotype that autistic people have no empathy and because of that stereotype we are basically seen as less human, well Clark thinks that’s ludicrous, if anyone you are one of the most human person he has ever met

· He will happily help you if you want in social situations if you find that difficult, he’ll order for you when you’re eating out, he’ll explain something someone said that you didn’t understand in conversation, anything really to just make your life a little easier

· You absolutely loving to run your fingers through his hair when he has no product in his hair and it gets all curly and soft · Him wanting you to be safe at all times therefore never telling anyone that knows him (except his mom ofc) about your relationship so no one that wants to hurt him could get to you

· If you ever were having a meltdown that was so bad that you were hitting yourself he’d try to stop you by telling you to hit him instead (not in the face just to clarify) since it won’t hurt him, but you most likely wouldn’t do it since even though you are in the state you are in you still can’t bare the thought of possibly hurting someone you love, it melt his heart when he finds out why you won’t hit him but still would try to encourage it if that’s the only ways you can get out your frustration so you won’t continue harm yourself (he just ends up stopping the hitting completely and helps you find a different way to get out of your meltdown)

· The texture of his suit is fantastic! You could spend hours just running your fingers over it or just looking at the details on it, sometimes Clark will just find you having his suit on the table when you analyze it, it’s the best texture and visual stim in the world!

· His love language is touch but he will hold back until you are completely comfortable with him and tell him that you are okay with him hugging you and all those things · Calming each other down when the other is overwhelmed

· He loves spending nights with you watching movies/tv series and talking about each other’s interests, he just loves to see how happy you are during those moments and wishes they just could last forever

:D

(I have a taglist now! It’s on my pinned post if you want to know more about it!)

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