#superman au

[bigfatbreak]

hey remember that clone that got tossed into a black hole in the newest superman movie? im keeping him

Now We Have Son

he has Three moms and they're Marinette and Sabine and Tom (he knows what a dad is but he thinks Lex is his dad so Mom is better >:(( )

[angeldolette]

ꫂ᭪ clark kent x ditzy!reader headcanons

❕SFW

clark finds your clumsiness both terrifying and adorable. he’s always hovering—hand at your back on stairs, ready to catch you if you trip because you trip a lot.

you say things that make no sense but somehow hit him right in the soul. “you’re like a saturday morning.” and clark will catch himself thinking about that for the next few months.

you absolutely do not clock that clark is superman. like. at all.

he laughs so much around you. like real, unguarded laughs. you make him feel normal in a way.

he’s obsessed with you. not in a scary way—just that quiet, steady, “this is my person” way.

you accidentally say the most unhinged romantic things. “if you ever turned evil I’d simply remind you you’re a farm boy and it would fix everything.”

you forget things easily. clark just casually superspeeds to grab whatever you lost and hands it to you like it’s no big deal. “oh! i was looking for that!” “i know.”

you accidentally flirt without realizing it. “your arms look really… hug-shaped today.” and he blushes. hard.

when you fall asleep on him, he won’t move for hours if needed to. because you look too peaceful and comfortable. his legs could go numb and he’d still be like, “worth it.”

you trust him completely, without hesitation. that trust means more to him than you’ll ever know—especially with the secret he’s carrying.

you’ll randomly cup his face and squish his cheeks because “he looks too serious.” clark melts. fully. every time.

he’s so careful with you. always. even when things get heated, there’s this restraint—like he’s hyper-aware of his strength. you once whispered, “you won’t hurt me.” and that nearly undid him.

❕NSFW

you get him hard without even trying. and you won’t know he’s hard unless he tells you.

you start laughing mid-kiss. he’s aching under his pants and you’re fucking laughing.

you absentmindedly trace the veins in his forearms while talking. he stops processing anything you’re saying. wishing you were tracing other veins—

most of times you’re making out or having sex, he keeps his glasses on. because you love them so much. he tries his best to keep them on his face just for you.

he loves when you get loud. not because he likes the sound (which he does), but because you’re mostly trying to be quiet, so when you get really loud, he knows he’s hitting the right spot.

you like feeling how solid he is. running your hands over his chest whenever you’re on top. clark doesn’t last long because of that.

he’s a tits guy. sleeping together in the same bed? his head is on your chest. watching a movie? he’ll be lying on top of you with his head between your breasts. and sometimes, without realizing, his hand slips under your shirt to squeeze them.

you love kissing along his neck because it makes him inhale sharply. the fact that you can make someone that strong react like that? it gets you wet.

sometimes, he might get quiet during sex. he likes watching you. like he’s trying to memorize every single reaction.

when you get needy and impatient, you tug him closer with a soft, “clark…” just his name. the warning in his eyes before he kisses you senseless? yeah.

you love when he lifts you. effortless. one hand at your thigh. it makes you feel small in the best way. it makes him feel dangerously close to forgetting how strong he is.

he has too much stamina. so, when you’re tired and he wants another round, he reassures you he’ll go slow and stop whenever you want. he’ll do anything for a little more of pleasure and you.

a/n : i love them sm i might make a masterlist for clark and make reader a moodboard lol

[anon-188]

⟢ now introducing...

p*rnstar!clark

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[tamer-of-krypton]

Was thinking for a while now about writing an AU (I realy dont have the time so, instead, I am offering my AU idea to you) ala Krypton never died AU where Kal gets send to earth as an adult to lead the forces and invade it. Krypton thinks that it will surely be easy. Humans arent as far evolved as kryptonians when it comes to technology AND life under the light of a yellow star. Easy pickings.

Turns out it isnt. Instead of an easy win krypton has unwittingly put itself into a year long stalemate war.But Krypton has nothing if not time and recources so, eventually, they get humanity on the backfoot.Entrance, Lex Luthor with the potentially dumbest idea in his career as a rebell leader.Can you guess it? Exactly. Seducing the General. (Definitely no personal reasons. Nu-uh. Only selfless saving the earth on Lexs side)

With your ideas of kryptonian culture Lexs thought process gets a little more logical. With the mating for life and extreme feral protectiveness of their mates and hatchlings (Could also be Lex making Connor as a political pawn and then not only falling in love with the child but also getting told 'Youre the generals mate now. The nest is that way'. Would be funny.)

The UNO Reverse twist is absolutely amazing! It would definitely be the start of some weird Human/Kryptonian "truce" that the Kryptonians are extremely on the fence about. Some just accept it, others try to challenge the decision and have their asses handed to them.

And Lex trying to baby trap Clark just to be Shotgun Wedding'd and ending up actually loving his own son is *Chef's Kiss*, perfect!

[0nkret]

I hate when my mind just goes full no thoughts, head empty. Anyways, here's a superman au

Celine and Mi‑yeong were children of Krypton, never meant to cross paths, never meant to love each other, and yet they did. They tied their lives together against their families’ wishes and left their world behind to chase the stars. Somewhere out there, between constellations, they welcomed their daughter. They laughed, they cried, they lived. They built a home they could only dream of on Krypton.

But Krypton was gone. Devoured by greed and shortsightedness. Rumi would never know her ancestral planet. She would always be a tree without roots.

A small price for the survival of her and her mothers.

But space is a dark place. Their ship was attacked, and even though they had fought pirates before and won, the damage was too much. Celine set a course for a planet with a yellow sun, but it did not matter. Mi‑yeong’s last breath came too soon.

Grief swallowed everything. Their home was gone, her beloved was gone. Celine carried Rumi to Earth, settled on this strange planet full of strange beings, and tried to build a quiet life. Rumi went to school and even though human knowledge could not compare to Kryptonian, she found an energetic friend who brought something new into their lives. Or maybe something they had forgotten.

Years passed. High school faded. Rumi joined Celine in her workshop while studying aerospace engineering. Zoey chose music. Their paths drifted apart but their bond only grew stronger. Celine liked this peaceful life and even though a part of her died with Mi‑yeong, she felt alive.

Until Rumi, her mother’s daughter, decided she wanted to help those who could not protect themselves. Celine tried to stop her, but when she realized Rumi would do it anyway, she chose to help. At least she could keep her child safe.

Zoey helped however she could, and Celine was endlessly grateful. The problem began when Kang Mira arrived, daughter of a family with far too many skeletons in their closets. Suddenly both Rumi and Zoey lost every grain of common sense. Was Celine just as foolish when she fell for Mi‑yeong? Maybe, with Min‑ji Song stepping into her life, she will remember those long‑buried feelings. Maybe her heart will beat again.

[khannoli]

Big Blue! Some old supercait cause I’m missing her today

[cravemyhoney]

╰───⌲ PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!, clark kent x black!fem!reader.

IN WHICH after finding out that your boyfriend, clark kent is superman you’re deeply disappointed in the fact that he felt as if he couldn’t share that secret with you. you two have been together for years, and yet.. and in your mind it feels as though he didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell you. this ultimately drives you to breaking up with him, but clark finds a way to get you to take him back. he uses the best way he knows how.

THE SOUNDS OF YOUR MOANS FILLED the atmosphere, melodic and sultry in the air. The cause of them was your ex-boyfriend long term boyfriend Clark kent. He was currently in between your thick and full brown thighs and using his tongue to licks and suck on your incredibly wet essence. Your mouth fell ajar as you felt him bring you to your millionth orgasm. Your legs tensed as your back lightly arched off of the king sized bed, and a lewd sound flew out of your mouth. Whilst all of this, Clark still sat between your thighs lapping up all of your creamy juices.

Truth be told you weren’t supposed to be in this situation, you and Clark had been broken up for two weeks. It’d been two weeks since you found out that the love of your life had been keeping a life-altering secret from you that you wouldn’t have ever been able to guess yourself. Clark Kent was Superman. Deep down, you understood why he’d hidden it.

He’d probably convinced himself it was for your safety, that keeping you in the dark was the only way to protect you from everything that came with being who he was. Rationally, you could understand that. But understanding it didn’t make it hurt any less. What lingered wasn’t anger so much as disappointment. After everything you’d shared, every late night conversation and promise exchanged, a part of you couldn’t stop wondering why he hadn’t trusted you enough to tell you himself. The secret wasn’t what broke your heart it was the realization that he’d carried it alone while standing right beside you.

Those feelings drove you to break up with him, that action was immediately followed up by a thousand calls and texts from him. Every single one begged you to reconsider your decision, each message filled with explanations and pleas as he desperately tried to justify why he had done what he did.

Yet, you refused to listen. You ignored every voicemail, left every text unread, and declined every call that came through. Still, Clark persisted. Day after day, he reached out, sending messages about his day as if the two of you were still together. He even went as far as having flowers delivered to your workplace, hoping it might earn him a simple thank you in return. But no matter what he did, he was met with nothing but silence. You were completely serious about walking away and giving him no avenue back into your life. As painful as it was to be apart from the person you loved, you were determined to stand by your feelings and not give in, no matter how much your heart begged you to.

Time away from you completely crushed Clark’s heart. Not being able to call you in the middle of the night whenever sleep refused to come, or hearing nothing but silence in response to his texts and phone calls, slowly began to wear him down. The absence of your voice, your presence, and even the smallest interactions left an ache in his chest that seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.

It wasn’t until today, that he decided he couldn’t continue to live without you. Determined to win you back, he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. His first stop was a flower shop, where he carefully picked out a bouquet of your favorite flowers—lilies. After that, he drove to a nearby bakery. There, he bought a cake and a dozen glazed donuts, remembering how often the two of you would share them together. By the time he left, his arms were full, and his nerves were beginning to catch up with him.

The drive to your place felt endless. As your house finally came into view, his stomach twisted into knots. He parked the car, grabbed the flowers and boxes, and slowly made his way up the walkway. Every step felt heavier than the last. Standing on your doorstep, Clark took a deep breath. “Okay,” he muttered to himself. “You can do this.” He adjusted the bouquet in one arm and balanced the bakery boxes in the other before finally reaching over and pressing the doorbell.

The wait that followed felt unbearable.

Once you finally opened the door, Clark immediately became speechless. Seeing you infront of him for the first time in two weeks made it hard for him to articulate his words. You immediately rolled your eyes at the sight of him, you were about to close the door before Clark put his foot in the middle of it. And before you knew it, you were letting him in and things escalated to the present.

“I’m sorry, you forgive me?” Clark spoke as he looked up at you while his mouth was filled with your glistening and overstimulated pussy. You couldn’t find the strength to muster up a response, so all he got in return was a moan. “Please?” Clark began to use his tongue fuck your hole, his strokes fast but precise. Your eye brows began to bunch together as your hands began to fist the sheets, you were on the brink of orgasming again. Clark could see it in your eyes, upon noticing this he used his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit.

“F-fuck! I forgive you!” You spoke as you unraveled, your back arched off of the mattress and your legs shaking as creamy and sticky substances dripped out of your core. Clark took his time lapping you up before pulling back, he took a moment to admire you. Then he climbed into bed beside you and gently whispered in your ear, “I’m truly sorry.”

i don’t know how i feel about this but… hey! oh well. it was honestly the best i could really come up with, but “moore motel” will be out after this so be on the lookout! then after moore motel chapter one, “when did you get hot!?” will come out! i’m so excited, im really happy to be back and be active. it feels so good!

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[aliendickrocks]

siren // Superman

*part 2 :)

summary: Not even Superman can ignore the haunting sound of a Siren call. It is easy to reel him in and capture him in your grasp. But it is your turn to be mislead when you realize he doesn’t drown. Instead, now you are stuck with the most frustrating problem of all: a lovesick man who refuses to leave you alone.

content warnings: mentions of drowning, violence, mean!reader, pushy!Superman, obsessive!Superman, mention of readers hair twice, reader is bare chested in this

word count: 1.9k+

pairing: siren!female!reader x Superman

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The night was thick with fog as the moon hid behind the clouds. The ocean stretched an endless black around you. It was the kind of night that made sailors uneasy but let you thrive.

You sat perched on a jagged rock a little ways away from shore. The haunting tune of your song rolled off your tongue easily as it was soft and sweet. While your voice carried across the waves it was almost impossible to ignore. It always worked. Always drew them in.

Tonight wasn’t any different. A dark figure cut through the fog above as your eyes narrowed. Your head tilted, your song continuing. It wasn’t a ship this time. It would be impossible for it to be a fisherman, but still the figure approached. You thought your eyes were deceiving you as a man floated above the ocean.

Curiosity overtook you. A flying man? You had seen some strange things in your life, but you weren’t sure if you had ever something like this. He was broad shouldered with a red cape flowing behind him. His face was handsome in a way that even made you blink.

But you still sang louder. The sound of your voice threaded around him as it tugged at him like a net. His flight slowed slightly before he descended and his boots landed on the rock.

Once he stood above you, you smiled. He had fallen right into your trap, or so you thought. “Hi,” you smile.

His pupils were wide, his expression soft, as if drunk on the sound of you. You slid into the water as your scales caught the faint moonlight when your tail swept behind you. You reached for him with soft hands, your voice dripping with sweetness. “Come with me.”

And he did. As soon as he entered the water, you wrapped yourself around him with eased practice. You dragged him under, your claws sharpening around him and tail wrapping around him to pull him deeper. It was a routine at this point, except for the part where he didn’t thrash. Or choke. Or even sink.

Instead, his eyes were open underneath the waves as he looked at you with a calm expression. His lips even curved into a smile, his eyes hooded with the familiar look of being lovesick. Your felt his hand wrap around yours even as you struggled miserably to pull him down.

Your eyes widened. This wasn’t right, it’s never how it went. No one survived this. You snarled, anger growing inside of you as you pressed harder. But it was useless. His chest didn’t heave for air. His body didn’t strain. He was completely unmovable even after you pulled as hard as you could.

And then, his smile turned into a small laugh under the water as air bubbles escaped his mouth. In shock, you loosen your grip just for him to tighten his on you. He didn’t use much force, just pure ease as he pulled you closer as your torso pressed into him.

You immediately resurfaced as you gasped in fury. A million emotions buzzed through you as his head popped up next to yours in the rough waves.

“You’re supposed to-“

“Drown?” He finishes, the warm smile still on his lips. “Yeah, I understand the confusion.”

You could barely think of words to say as you squirmed out of his grasp, distancing yourself. To your relief he let go easily. Your chest heaved as you felt so many emotions. Anger, confusion, even humiliation. Like you had been the one tricked and now he was just here mocking you.

“You were supposed to die.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” he grins.

“Get away from me,” you growl, but you couldn’t force yourself away yet. This was too shocking. You watch as he ends up on the rock again, his cape dripping with salt water as he attempts to ring it out. His dark curls are now damp as it lightly falls over his forehead.

“But I haven’t even gotten your name yet,” he teases. A wave of red crashes over you before you dive under the waves and disappear into the dark water. Your head swirls with ideas of what he could be. Maybe a demon, sent here to in turn destroy you.

The next night was quiet as you lay draped over the same rock. Salt water glistened over your bare chest as your tail fell over the side of the rock, flicking it gently against the soft waves. Your eyes were half-lidded in comfort as you finally began to let your deflated ego rest from the event the day prior.

Until you heard that voice.

“I was hoping I’d find you here.”

You nearly groaned. Turning your head just enough to glance over your shoulder, you saw him again. Broad-shouldered, dark hair, that annoying grin, and the red and blue outfit he dressed in. The man, or thing, rather, that should have been just another easy kill. Another fool that was easily lured beneath the waves. It was like he was taunting you now, really.

“You’re persistent,” you mutter, flicking your tail in the water which sent a splash toward him. He hovered, not even flinching.

He chuckled slightly, a hand scratching the back of his neck. “Can you blame me? I’ve been all over the world but I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Your jaw clenched as you wanted to attempt to drag him under yet again, but you knew it would be no use. “I tried to kill you.”

“Yeah, I noticed. How did that work out?”

The audacity.

You turned away, lying across the rock once more with your back to him. “You should leave. There’s nothing for you here.”

Your instincts flared to knock him away from you with your tail as he landed on your rock. But it would just be even more humiliating the second he wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t think that’s true. You don’t have to sing, or lure me in, or… whatever it is you do. I just want to be here. With you,” he tells you, his voice slightly softer now.

You couldn’t bear to be near him any longer as you slipped into the water. For some reason, you didn’t swim away though as you glare up at him as the waves lap over your bare shoulders.

“What is that ridiculous thing you are wearing?” You ask.

He grins that annoying smirk as he glances down once.

“It’s more of a work uniform,” he says after a moment, glancing back down to your face as you easily tread even in the rough waves. “I think I like your outfit even more.” He smirks.

That comment pisses you off to no end. You scoff, your blood boiling. But the only thing you can do is disappear into the ocean. An attempt at slapping him would probably only amuse him.

The next night, you had picked a new spot in order to get some peace. It was all the way across the ocean, somewhere you hadn’t been in a while. You almost jumped out of your skin at the sight of him hovering.

“How did you find me?” You snap, preparing to slip back into the water.

“I- uh- I’m sorry,” he starts. “I know what I said was creepy. I don’t usually talk in such a way.” You give him a glance before turning your head again. After a moment, he inches forward in the air.

“I brought you something, if that’s okay,” he tells you.

He holds out his hand to reveal a shell in his palm. You roll your eyes. In his defense, it was a violet snail shell that was fairly rare. You had only seen a couple in your life even living permanently in the ocean. But you couldn’t let him know that.

“I live in the ocean,” you say blankly. “You think I need another shell?”

His face fell for only a moment before it lit up again in that annoying warm smile. “Okay, fair. Tomorrow I will bring you something else.”

You ignored his comment as he still held out the shell. You took it from him, dropping it into the water as it sunk to the bottom. A wave of familiar satisfaction washed over you at the thought of hurting his feelings, but his expression didn’t change.

He presses on, this time trying compliments. “You know, your eyes catch the moonlight like-“

“Don’t,” you growl.

“And your tail, it shimmers more beautiful than-“

“I said don’t.”

“- any treasure I’ve ever seen.”

Your eyes snap back to him as you want to grab him and hold him under just to make it stop. Having to deal with a man and not being able to drag him to his death was torture.

“I could just rip your throat out,” you hiss. “You’re insufferable.”

But the grin he has held that has began to drive you mad is still on his face. “And yet you still haven’t left.” You open your lips to say something but quickly close them after you realize you don’t have anything. So you just sit in silence instead, ignoring the way his eyes stay on you.

That night after he left, you dove into the waves and darted to the ocean floor, searching for the shell he had brought that you discarded. Your chest let out a sigh of relief as you spotted it and picked it up. It worried you to know you wanted to keep it, but you just blamed it on its rarity for now.

The fourth night, you sat on a rock as you combed your hair with a piece of coral. He of course showed up like he had been, floating behind you as you tried to ignore him. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What?” You snap.

He only grinned. “Just admiring the view.”

Your chest burned in familiar annoyance as you threw the piece of coral you were holding at his head. It bounced harmlessly against his temple as he didn’t even flinch, just continued to grin.

“I brought you something else,” he tells you, lowering back down to the rock as he places a decent sized fish in front of you.

Your eyes narrow as you are tempted to push it off the rock. Before you can say anything, he adds something else. “For humans, men usually will treat women to dinner. I thought I’d take the task of having to get your own food off of your plate tonight.”

Your chest burned with an unfamiliar feeling before quickly pushing it away.

“What if I don’t eat fish?”

He pauses for only a moment. “What do you eat then?”

“Men.”

Your response makes him laugh, causing a shiver to run down your spine at the sound. It takes everything in you to force away the grin from your lips.

Suddenly, his hands gently press against you as he slowly nudges you into the water. Out of surprise, you fall under the surface for only a second before resurfacing quickly. You are about to lash out at him before you notice he is stripping off the suit he wore.

You try not to stare as he undresses to only underwear. You glance away as he slips in the water next to you, grinning at you as the both of you easily tread water about a foot away from each other.

You finally look at him again as your eyes meet his blue ones. The way he looks at you makes your stomach coil deep inside of you.

“What even are you?” You ask, your voice softer than you meant it to come out.

“Kryptonian. I come from a different planet, so technically I’m not human. The yellow sun gives me my powers.”

You are silent for a minute as you avoid his gaze again.

“And the suit?”

He briefly glances to the rock before back to your face. “I wear it when I save people. Usually, I try to blend in with other humans in my day to day life. But when the world needs me I am Superman.”

You are tempted to laugh at that. Tease him about the name, the suit, his duty to save people. But for some reason you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“So you must think I’m horrible, then,” you say quietly after a moment.

You swear he has gotten a little closer as your tail brushes against one of his legs every now and again.

“No, I don’t think you’re horrible,” he says softly. His voice sounds sincere, like he really meant that. “Why do you do what you do? Is it instinct?”

You look down at the water between you. “I guess. It’s what I’ve always known to do.”

One of his hands comes above the water to push a piece of wet hair behind your ear.

“Tell me your name,” he says quietly.

**part 2 is posted :)

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notes: Hehe this was fun 🥰🧜‍♀️ I swear everything I write has the potential to turn into a multiple part story. Idk how to feel about it

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