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wip pinned post because i think i need one of these now lol
rules & about are here, mixed canon bio is here, memes are here, everything else coming later
writer is 21+, blog was established in 2020, and supes is mixed reeve + corenswet film canon. happy to write w/ comic dc muses even if i stopped reading when the new 52 massacred my boy. if you believe tastes in fiction inform one's morality as a human being then hardblock me, thanks
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quick life update that i'm pretty bogged down by RL stuff atm, so replies will be delayed! hope everyone's doing good in this wacko world we live in :]
❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞
— from @longsounded, original meme.
When Cat told him, teasingly, that he had a cute visitor, Clark wasn't sure what to expect. Colour him surprised when Jonny comes into view by the Planet's reception desk, then-- especially so when he catches sight of what looks to be a box of treats in hand.
"Mr. Werthers!" He doesn't even bother to hide his pleasure, allowing a sweet smile to bloom on his lips. Clark hurries over, gently touches the outside of Jonny's wrist, and then gestures for him to follow his lead towards his desk. "Oh, man, come on, you don't have to stand here...
"I like everything, so you're fine" -- he laughs, a little shy -- "but you didn't have to get me anything in the first place, goodness.
"What's the occasion?"
[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention
— from @svperscnic ( megan ), original meme.
Today, Superman is faster than the Justice Gang. The slime monster that had come to consume Metropolis' water treatment plant is successfully contained in a canister by his robots, and he sends them off with a relieved sigh. Studying its composition would help figure out the best place to send it to-- despite his affiliation with the Justice Gang, there're certain methods Superman still doesn't approve of, and it's always a win when he's able to do things his way.
(Control issues don't even begin to cover it.)
Though he's used to being surrounded by the public after battles, he'd thought the treatment plant was in a far enough corner of the city that there wouldn't be too much attention on him at the end. After giving a quick debriefing to the treatment plant workers, and a reassurance that the situation was handled, Superman's ready to fly away... except the hand on his shoulders makes him pause in the middle of bending his knees.
So Superman straightens, arms dropping from their position as he turns to look at whoever's greeted him. The girl isn't familiar in the least, but he offers a smile all the same.
"Hey there," Superman says, hand lifting in a casual wave. As tall as he is, and as firm as the tone in his voice sounds, the look in his eyes is as kind as ever. "Do you need help with anything, miss?"
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starter call ! * @bigblue
“ what makes you like earth more than anywhere in the whole universe, huh? i mean, sure, it’s beautiful, but... what makes you wanna stay here every day? ”
"It's home," Kal says, as simple as always. He purses his lips together, then continues: "I owe a lot to the people on it."
There're Ma and Pa, of course, but he thinks about the friends he made in Smallville, and the ones he has in Metropolis, and the ones that even Superman has managed to make in this joint quest to protect. Chest warm with affection, he smiles.
"Father said the humans here have potential-- that they want to be better, they just don't know how. I've been here long enough that I believe that, too."
A dreamy sigh flowed through Reed's nostrils as Kal's lips and hands settled upon him once more. His arms loosely curled around the taller man's neck and pressed in somewhat tightly.
Truthfully, Reed had never thought physical intimacy was something that could make him feel so incredible. He loved Sue and he knew Sue loved him, but she had been right that their marriage wasn't right for either of them. And, fortunately, it had been incredibly amicable in the end, to the point that not much had changed in their relationship.
Sue had seen how Reed was with Kal- it was her pointing out that he'd never been so visibly happy as he was when he was spending time with him that made Reed realize perhaps there was more than scientific curiosity there- and he was grateful he could explore this with the Kryptonian.
He had opened his mouth to elaborate on his morning events- all of which were tower maintenance and inventory of his work station. As Kal continued, though, Reed raised a hand to scratch at the back of his neck.
"Oh... right, breakfast." Reed paused momentarily as his brain attempted to catch up with the conversation. "Do you have any favorites? I could have H.E.R.B.I.E. make it for us..."
The I'm incapable of cooking hung in the air as he looked off to the side almost bashfully.
"Aw, we don't have to bother him," came Kal's easy response. With no effort at all he hefted Reed up, guiding him to wrap his legs around his waist, and lifted gently off the floor.
"I can make us something, Reed."
He floated easily towards the kitchen, and with a soft sigh watched the sky as it began to change colour. The sun was in the process of rising-- this early in the morning, he was confident they could go through a whole breakfast routine without Clark Kent being late for work later.
Kal's feet met the floor by the stool in the kitchen island. After setting Reed down, he made his way to the fridge, humming as he pulled out a carton of eggs and some meat and vegetables from past dinners.
"How about a leftover omelette?" he asked, setting everything out for Reed's perusal. He looked up to meet the man's gaze with a grin. "You can tell me all about your busy morning while I cook."
"SUPERMAN II" (1980) dir. Richard Lester
@antlurabbit, continued.
Violet doesn't know that Clark can smell her as clearly as he can hear every pulse of blood in her veins. He's hyperaware of the heat rising beneath her skin, of every ripple of muscle as her body moves, and in the symphony of her physicality Clark is as lost as he always is.
But he'd rather be lost in Violet than in the world around them, and the feel of her nails against his scalp makes him smile into the hollow between her throat and collarbone.
"You were thinking again," comes his answer. He hears Violet's jackrabbit heart and nips at her skin-- the predator and its hungry maw, holding back from ripping the fragile thing beneath it.
"And you were looking at me, too... how was I supposed to hold back?"
This place... Clark doesn't know what to call it any more. It's fog and shadow and blood and rust. It's the rot of urban decay and the twist of nature coming to reclaim it. Sometimes he recognises things-- they've taken refuge in a doughnut shop Clark frequents in Metropolis, for example-- but even then they aren't right. Instead of being a few blocks from the Daily Planet, the shop stands isolated on top of a hill, alone and weary. But Clark had taken Violet here to hide from the skittering beasts down below, and he learned weeks ago the details don't matter.
The only one that does is that Violet's awfully beautiful.
The scent of blood is pungent. The doughnut fryers are full of it, bubbling and boiling. Clark's hands squeeze only so he can lift Violet up, setting her on the countertop by the storefront window. Then they drift lower, parting her thighs enough for him to stand between them.
"Kiss me?" he asks, dipping his head low enough to nudge his nose against Violet's. Ever since their first all those days ago he's started to become insatiable. "We have the time. I'm sure we'll be okay..."
headcanon: selfhood.
on the surface level, it's easy to think that clark is simply divided into SUPERMAN as a hero and CLARK KENT as a secret identity. both personas, however, are different masks he wears to interact with the world, and what's truly secret is the boy beneath.
superman is what he can do with the powers earth's yellow sun has given him. superman is a public face who speaks with a gentle, commanding voice and a friendly smile anyone can return. clark kent is what he can do as an intrepid reporter, influencing the world through more human efforts of research and writing. clark kent is shy, tries not to be noticed, and makes himself look as small as possible, wanting to be known for the words he makes more than anything else.
but beneath both those masks is CLARK, son of martha and jonathan, and KAL, son of jor-el and lara. these personalities aren't distinguished between each other: they're the boy who grew up on a farm in smallville, the boy who works everyday to stay connected to a planet that no longer exists, the boy who finds something beautiful in everyone and everything, and the boy desperate for understanding and love towards his real self, but who wears so many masks it's terrifying to live without them. opening his heart up to love others is easy, but showing anyone every facet of himself makes him more vulnerable than kryptonite ever could.
that said, in private amongst loved ones he's happy to be called by either name. clark is the name he grew up with and the name his ma and pa bestowed on him with love, reminding him of home and the family that got to raise him. kal carries some melancholy considering it's connected to a culture that no longer exists, but hearing it is special-- it keeps that heritage (and his birth parents' wishes) alive, especially in a world that so often calls him "clark" instead. he identifies with both names with equal affection, echoing the dichotomy of his identity as a citizen of earth and his origins as a kryptonian; there is no differentiation other than spelling.
a kiss on the neck. i know we literally only have like. one real reply for each other each rn so feel free to ignore but :D
For all his size and strength, Clark has a gentleness so foreign to her she cannot even find something to firmly compare it to. Flower petals, maybe, or the soft pages of well-aged and well-loved books. His touch alone could reign destruction over all it rested upon, but instead, he keeps it feather light over her hips, keeping her in place but not pinning her. It would take little effort to melt out of his grip if she wanted to. She's not used to that, either.
If she were any smarter, she would. She would move away, turn her head, rip from him and tell him this is a bad idea. That something as cold and long hardened as she is undeserving of this attention, of being granted the chance to sink her teeth into his soft heart like ripe fruit. Almost — she almost does what is right but then his lips are trailing the sensitive expanse of her neck and she is lost to the sensation. He handles her with such care, she could cry.
She maintains enough sense to keep those emotions to herself. Getting all misty eyed and having to inform him as to why would be an immediate mood killer. So — she distracts herself. Wraps her arms around him, one hand snaking to entangle her fingers in his dark hair. She can enjoy this, can't she? Grant herself just a night of being handled with care?
Violet grins quietly, but the longer he kisses her, the more exploratory it gets, the more it fades. Rising whines are muffled by how hard she bites down on her lower lip, but there's no disguising how her breath grows heavy with want.
‟ Clark — ” Even his name is sweeter than usual in her mouth. There is a weak attempt to regain her footing; she should not be so flustered by him. ‟ Feelin' bold, huh? ”
@bigblue asked: a kiss on the lower back.
Reed let out a soft gasp as he felt lips press to his lower back. Perhaps he hadn't thought about just how much he had stretched himself out in order to change the lightbulb and how little of his back his shirt managed to cover. Though, as he saw the playful glint in the younger man's eyes as he moved to find the culprit, he couldn't help but chuckle himself.
"Well, good morning to you, too, Kal," he cooed playfully as he returned to his normal height. Well, almost normal height. He saves a few inches to press his lips to Superman's before actually doing so. "Did you sleep well?"
Kal's response was a low "mhm", muffled and sweet as he pressed his lips to Reed's once more. Despite waking the moment Reed slipped out of bed, Kal pretended to keep sleeping and allowed him about half an hour of privacy before finding him-- a loyal dog to the end.
"What is it people say about good sleep and exercise..." Dipping his head lower, Kal kissed the corner of Reed's jaw. Having had a taste of his skin only moments earlier, however, he allowed his hands to creep up the hem of his shirt and fit over Reed's waist.
Kisses were trailed down Reed's neck, and then back up to his mouth. "After last night's workout" -- of sorts -- "I slept like a baby.
"What've you been up to this morning? You know, besides tower maintenance." Pulling back, Kal raised a brow. "Normally people'd have breakfast first, you know."
@bigblue
Jake was throwing a football back and forth with a friend when Clark showed up, saying he needed his help. "Who actually needs help, Clark or Superman? Because if it's Superman, I doubt the world is ready for a third Kryptonian out there, you know, when your cousin ever decides to come back,"
He tossed the football back before turning to his fellow Kryptonian. "Besides, I don't have a fancy suit like you, Clark."
The football met Clark's hands with ease. He moved it to his right hand, wound up, and tossed it back, as cognisant as ever of the strength he had to resist.
"You really have to stop saying things like that in front of other people." Frankly the only reason he wasn't more upset that Jake just called him Superman in public was because the other person, at least, was a stranger to Clark Kent himself. He turned his head away from their gaze and fiddled with the collar of his shirt, uncertainty swimming in his gut.
"...sorry, Jake. I didn't know you were busy. I'll come back later."
obsessed w/ everyone who gives clark permission to Lightly Stalk their characters. i see u. I See You.
@bigblue || gets Amity in the shower .
The assignment had mostly been surveillance. And while it hadn't exactly been dangerous, it had been... Tedious. Amity had been away from home, and away from Clark for over a week; so when she received the okay to wrap up the mission and head home? She was ecstatic.
The second she stepped through her apartment door, the blonde was immediately typing out a message to her boyfriend. Using one hand to push the door shut behind her, the other put together the quick text:
✉ [ TEXT: Clark ♡ ] ⟶ Okay, I'm home, FINALLY! Just gimme a few minutes to shower?
After hitting send, she kicked her combat boots off and gently tossed her phone onto the couch cushions.
Making her way down the hallway, she found she couldn't wait to wash away the grime of the assignment. As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, she was swiftly removing every article of clothing, letting it all fall to a pile at her feet before pushing the shower curtain aside.
Stepping into the tub, she turned the shower on, hand reaching out to make sure the water was hot enough. There hadn't been much opportunity to shower while she was on the surveillance mission, and honestly, she hadn't realized just how badly she'd missed it... Until she stepped into the water, that is.
As soon as she stepped under the spray, she gave an audible groan, head tilting back to soak her long blonde hair. She was definitely taking a moment to just let the water trail over her completely, eyes closed as she focused on the warmth as it gently caressed along her naked skin.
After a few seconds, she supposed she should probably actually shower before Clark arrived. Grabbing her loofah, Amity poured a good helping of her strawberry lemonade body wash onto it, and quickly began lathering it up.
One thing about having Superman as your boyfriend, was the fact that he was, well, faster than the speed of sound. If he wasn't there already, he would be very, very soon.
It was astounding how tested his self-control became in the week of Amity's absence. The world turned, life continued, and Clark did everything he was supposed to, but he missed her. He missed talking to her, and hanging out with her, and kissing her, and touching her, and sinking his head between her legs because she reeked of need...
And, well. Needless to say, when she texted him she was finally home maybe he was little too excited.
In his defence, he did a few responsible things first, like taking Krypto out to pee and scheduling a couple of e-mails. But when he was fast by nature, all his chores were done quick, and by the time he got to Amity's place he could clearly hear her shower was still running.
The polite thing to do would be to wait until she was decent. After a week long operation, Amity deserved this time to make herself feel human again. But as he locked her front door behind him and took in a breath-- there was her scent, and there was that strawberry lemonade body wash, and God he could hear her heart pounding just standing in her living room-- Clark only missed her all the more.
Amity was here. Amity was home. They were alone, and nobody had any obligations, and Amity was naked in the shower...
So Clark, eager and just this side of needy, steeled himself and made his way to the bathroom. If he couldn't be near her he might just explode, and if Amity didn't want him around he was sure she'd say so.
He was swift as much as he was silent, moving through her home, opening the door, and stepping in. The steam from the shower made the air heavy and damp, but Clark's heart fluttered all the same at the sight of Amity's silhouette behind the curtain. His glasses were set aside, his shirt tugged up over his head, and his pants undone to pool onto the floor. He thought, however briefly, that maybe he ought to announce himself, but figured the sound of the shower rings sliding over the rod as he pulled the curtain would be enough to get Amity to look at him.
At least Clark had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry. I couldn't wait."
Then he moved in to stand behind her. With a hand curving over Amity's throat and an arm looping over her waist, Clark tilted her head up so he could bend down for a slow, simple kiss.
"I missed you too much."
As Kal anticipated, a considerable portion of the anxiety triggered by his prior statement evaporated as Charlie got to gaze at him in underwear only. Thus far, there was nothing that looked truly concerning as long as they were properly prepared, which didn't seem to be a problem at all given the kisses shared. The conman really wanted it all - Kal; the hunger that seemed to be barely contained behind the yearning touches and open-mouthed kissing; the endorphins released in his blood not only because of sexual activity but because he felt so desperately needed for once.
(Not one of his false identities or made-up personas - but Charles; the hollow shell of a man who somehow had done good enough to impress the one they called Superman.)
There was a sheepish chuckle of his when Kal lovingly berated his lover for causing distractions, but Charlie's hand over the erection was firm enough. Blue eyes went wider with surprise, but there was no fear there while the raven-haired one added more context - Charlie's grip merely lingered even when he could have moved, tracing the slightly different shape with a mix of innocent curiosity and debauchery. After all, it was hard to stop when Kal sighed like that, looking so dreamy and perfect - like a painting, a god sculpted out of marble or something equally holy and good that the grifter didn't have the words for.
"Damn, Kal," he murmured, sounding as fascinated as he felt. Insisting on that path, however, had Charlie twisting his wrist, seeking to overcome the barrier presented by underwear and slipping his digits inside, feeling the other man's skin instead of the mere promise of it. The only thing stopping the conman from yanking the boxers was Kal's own reaction to it - if he was the first one to do it... He didn't want to startle or make the other male uncomfortable.
"Does this mean that I get to call you a 'good boy' when you're fucking me?" he murmured out of nowhere, looking up at the Kryptonian with a toothy grin that translated the absolute peace of mind he felt now. Charlie almost laughed with relief - if that extra size was all that there was to it, he would be fine; sore, unable to walk properly if Kal fucked him like the conman hoped he would, but nothing more.
"Is this part more sensitive than the rest?" the grifter wondered, digits circling, rubbing and stroking Kal's knot with the care that he would apply to a con, trying to memorize it by touch. He realized his own body responded positively to it, producing an increased heart rate, shallower breathing and allowing for sweat beads to form at the back of his neck, not to mention making his own clothes uncomfortably tight.
"Can I... Take you in my mouth? I want to see every part of you and taste it, too."
The first skin-to-skin touch had Kal's lips parting around a breath, head ducking with his eyes shutting tight. There was nothing wrong in so simple a definition, but Charlie's touch was both electric and magnifying. When the yellow sun heightened every sense Kal had, that extended to his sense of touch; it made every bump and ridge of Charlie's fingers that much headier, sweeter, and delicately warmer over his thickening cock.
"You can call me whatever you want," he admitted quietly, "as long as you stay with me."
Charlie knew by now that Kal had never been touched before. Even on his own there wasn't much of an urge for it, and besides rushed trysts in the shower he never stopped to take his time and explore. As Charlie stroked his length, however, Kal was certain that he could never replicate this intimacy alone. On his own it would be impossible to press a kiss to Charlie's temple and ear, and there would be no waist to fit a hand over to squeeze in appreciation. On his own he wouldn't hear Charlie's heart racing in his chest, nor would he feel those shorter huffs of air as Charlie's breathing changed.
He wouldn't scent the delightful spike of Charlie's arousal, either, timed so perfectly to the softly moaned "yes" Kal let out as he stroked the thick bulge of his knot.
Ridiculous, he thought, kissing Charlie once more on the mouth and slipping his tongue between them. In the heat of it he used his free hand to tug the garter of his underwear down, then floated slightly off the bed to get both his legs out of it. Shameless with trust, when Kal's knees landed on the mattress once more his body was fully bared-- including the hardening length curving proudly between his thighs. Impatient hands found Charlie's own underwear and very nearly tore them off, and Kal shivered when the scent of his sex permeated the air around them with nary a barrier in-between.
A thin string of spit connected their lips when Kal pulled away, blue eyes dark as he admired the sight of Charlie beneath him. As he straightened, kneeling tall on the bed and gripping the base of his sizeable cock, his gaze roamed the length of Charlie's body, going from his flushed face to his growing arousal.
"Lie down for me?" he asked, sounding almost shy. "On your belly. I want to see all of you while I..."
Kal swallowed.
"While I feed you."
Lord, there had to be a better way to say that, but the thought of pressing inch after inch of himself into Charlie's eager mouth was burning him alive.
"Superman works best as a character, not when he’s punching through walls, but when he’s gentle. Empathetic. Caring. In 'All-Star Superman' (by Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely) there’s a moment where Clark saves a girl from ending her life on the edge of a building. That moment sticks out to me as a clear example of what the character is and should always be.
"In this piece I tried to capture that moment from a more intimate perspective. A part of me wanted to polish the piece, but I feel it works best slightly unfinished. I think the underlying strokes and evidence of human error reflects a needed sort of truth I can’t quite describe. I hope you like the artwork." - JAXSONDERR
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