#Superman Comics

[dulcescorderitas]

Hello! How are you? I want to ask something for Clark Kent where the reader has a beauty like Brooke Shields, but the reader still compares herself to Lana? And Clark comforts her?

Thank you.

lamy's notes: stop because writing this made me cry! thank you for sending this request anonie!!

the room was bathed in a warm golden hue, the setting sun spilling through the farmhouse window. the kent home was quiet, except for the soft creak of floorboards as clark moved about the house. you sat curled on the edge of the couch, legs tucked beneath you, an old photo album resting in your lap. your fingers traced the edges of the faded pictures, but your eyes weren’t focused on the memories. instead, they were far away, somewhere deep inside your head.

clark’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, that familiar baritone wrapped in kindness. "hey, there you are. what are you looking at?"

he appeared in the doorway, his tall frame backlit by the soft light. even in a simple flannel shirt and jeans, he looked like a hero. you gave him a faint smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"just… old photos," you said quietly, gesturing to the album.

he walked over, his steps unhurried, and lowered himself onto the couch beside you. the cushions dipped under his weight, and his presence was as solid and comforting as ever. "mind if i take a look?"

you shrugged, flipping the page to a spread of school dance photos. clark immediately spotted one of him and lana, their smiles bright, their youth glowing in the camera’s flash.

"those were good times," he said softly, his tone nostalgic but not lingering.

you swallowed, your fingers curling tightly around the edge of the album. the weight in your chest grew heavier as you stared at the picture. lana lang—smallville’s golden girl, with her soft features, glowing skin, and that effortless grace. even in the old, grainy photo, she looked perfect.

next to her, you felt like… well, not enough.

"she’s beautiful," you murmured, barely above a whisper. your voice carried something raw, something you hadn’t meant to let out.

clark turned to you, his brow furrowing. "she is. but why are you saying it like that?"

you hesitated, biting your lip. you hated how small your voice sounded, but you couldn’t stop yourself. "because… i mean, look at her. she’s perfect. everyone always talks about lana like she’s this untouchable, beautiful thing. and then there’s me."

clark blinked, clearly caught off guard. "what are you talking about? you’re—"

"don’t say it," you cut him off, shaking your head. "don’t just say i’m beautiful because you think you have to. lana’s the kind of beauty people notice. i’m not like that. i’m just…" your voice cracked, and you looked away, embarrassed.

clark sat there for a moment, processing your words, his gaze steady on you. then, without a word, he reached over and gently closed the photo album.

"look at me," he said, his voice calm but insistent.

you hesitated before finally meeting his eyes. they were impossibly blue, full of something you couldn’t quite name but felt all the same.

"you think i’m saying it because i have to?" he asked, his tone soft but firm. "no. i’m saying it because it’s the truth. you’re beautiful. not just the kind of beautiful people notice, but the kind of beautiful people remember."

your throat tightened at his words, but you managed a small, shaky laugh. "you’re just saying that because you love me."

he smiled, that signature clark kent smile—wide and earnest and utterly disarming. "exactly. and because i love you, i see you for who you are. every little thing about you. the way your laugh lights up a room. the way your eyes soften when you talk to people. the way you never realize just how much you light up the world around you."

you blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears from falling, but he wasn’t done.

"lana’s great. she always will be. but she’s not you. she doesn’t have your strength, your kindness, your heart." his voice dropped lower, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "she’s not the one who makes me feel like i can do anything, just by being in the same room as her. that’s you."

your lips parted, but no words came out. his sincerity was overwhelming, grounding, wrapping around you like the warmest embrace.

"you’re everything," he said, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "i wish you could see yourself the way i see you."

you finally let the tears fall, and clark pulled you into his arms without hesitation, holding you close. his warmth, his presence, his love—it was all there, solid and unshakable.

"you’re allowed to have doubts," he whispered into your hair. "but never doubt this: you’re the only one for me. no one else. not now, not ever."

you clung to him, the weight in your chest slowly lifting as his words sank in. maybe you’d never see yourself the way he did, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. because clark kent—the man who could have had anyone in the world—chose you.

and that, you realized, was something lana could never take away.

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[spicy-apple-pie]

that is his father's child

Commission Info / Kofi

[phantobats]

Can we all just take one second to admire this giant brute of a man hyping himself up after being the first person to get an exclusive interview with Dick Grayson? Clark Kent, you are so loveable.

Superman: American Alien #4

[morgangalaxy43]

I don’t care about Bright Burn or Homelander or any version of evil Superman because they are NOT Superman

Clark Joseph Kent is the greatest version of Superman and he also will be because he is loving and hopeful

[greenheros]

Clark & Bruce matching icons

Batman / Superman: World’s Finest by Mark Waid

(icons from my pinterest supeearman)

[what-shitfuckery-is-this-ew]

They should make a new Batman vs Superman with the new Batman and Superman but instead of fighting they make out sloppy styl- WHAT! WHO SAID THAT?! WHO SAID THAT?

[lizucrilhos]

Up, up and away!! 🪐🪐

[guspartenza]

The Bizarre Love Triangle between ace reporter Louis Lane, his assistant reporter Clara Kent and the superheroine Superwoman, Earth's mightiest mortal! Art by great and talented artist (14) @blondedsixties06 en Tumblr

Commissioned for Commissioned for the fanfic THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON. You can read it or download it here SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON-FREE ILLUSTRATED FANFIC by lordmallory on DeviantArt or here THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON - LordMallory] . Pitch for the fanfic on this post THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON [FANFIC+FANART] : r/superman (reddit.com)

[robintherobiner]

Superman meets Batman for the first time and, because of his superhearing, he can tell that the man’s heart is pounding. Gosh, the poor man must be terrified, after all he does have a rule about no metas. For a human superhero, knowing other people are much stronger must be so scary! So Superman tries his best to seem small and less overwhelming, but Batmans heart rate just keeps going up! Luckily, the man seems to be speaking normally, so maybe its not a big deal? How brave of him, ignoring his fears to help people.

After the Justice League is formed, Clark finds out about Bruce’s contingency plans, and unlike the others, he’s not surprised. He’s already such a paranoid man, but being on a team full of metas, well, Clarks shocked he’s not shaking in his boots. Bruce hides his fear so well! If it wasn’t for his super hearing, he’d never know that Bruce takes a sharp inhale every time he uses his super strength, or that the mans heart starts beating like a million times a minute whenever he enters the room.

Then one day, they’re all in the Watchtower, Bruce drops the pen he was using to write out the plan for their mission, and Clark happily picks it up. As soon as he bends down, Bruce’s heart starts beating rapidly. When he straightens back up, Clarks face is bright red and he can’t meet Bruce’s eye. Is his butt scary?!?!??!

[toastedhotdogs]

“clark stopppp this isn’t you🥺🥺🥺”

[one-bat-day]

I love Easter eggs I love Damian’s Batman pencil case I love Jon counting on his fingers bring them back this isn’t fair

[dulcescorderitas]

𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝔁𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

warning: smut, fem receiving

clark always had a way of making everything feel bigger than it was—a stolen kiss under the stars, the way his hands lingered on your hips when he thought no one was looking, or the way he devoured you with his eyes like he couldn’t get enough.

but lately, it wasn’t just his gaze that lingered. his lips had a magnetic pull, always finding their way to your skin. your neck. your thighs. that teasing spot below your belly button that sent shivers up your spine. and then there was the way he looked at your pussy—reverence, hunger, like it was some sacred thing meant just for him.

tonight, he couldn’t stop himself. the raw intensity in his stare made your cheeks flush. you were sprawled on the bed, thighs slightly parted, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and panties, already damp from the way he’d been kissing you, teasing you all evening. clark stood at the edge of the bed, his hands curled into fists at his sides, like he was holding himself back from pouncing.

“clark,” you whispered, half-daring, half-pleading.

his blue eyes flashed, and then he was on you. his hands gripped your thighs, prying them apart with a strength that made your heart race. he pressed his face against your clothed heat, groaning as he inhaled deeply, the sound vibrating straight through your core.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice low, ragged. his tongue darted out, tasting the wetness soaking through the fabric. “God, you’re sweet here. so fucking sweet.”

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as his teeth grazed over your clit, even through the fabric. the friction made you buck against him, a soft moan escaping your lips. clark growled, pulling back just enough to yank your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. his breath hit your bare, slick folds, and he groaned again, a sound so primal it made your thighs tremble.

“clark—”

but he didn’t let you finish. his tongue was on you in an instant, wide and hot, dragging up your slit with a possessive hunger that stole the breath from your lungs. he flattened it against your clit, swirling slow, deliberate circles that had your toes curling. then he sucked—hard—and you cried out, your back arching off the bed.

“fuck,” he groaned, pulling back only long enough to speak. “i could stay here forever. tasting you. worshiping this.” he kissed your folds, almost tenderly, before diving back in, his tongue plunging inside you, curling, flicking against every sensitive spot.

your legs quivered around his head, and he just moaned, gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you closer until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. his tongue was relentless, and every time you thought he’d ease up, give you a chance to breathe, he did something new—sucked on your clit until your vision blurred, licked you in broad strokes that made you sob his name, or teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue, promising more, always more.

“clark, please,” you gasped, barely able to form the words. “i’m—”

he growled against you, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your body tensed, and then you were falling, spiraling, the world dissolving into pure, white-hot pleasure. clark didn’t let up, his tongue working you through every shuddering wave of your orgasm, licking up every drop of you like a man starved.

when you finally caught your breath, his lips were slick, his chin glistening with your arousal, and he looked up at you with a wicked, satisfied grin.

“like i said,” he murmured, his voice rough, his eyes dark with want. “forever.”

[spicy-apple-pie]

Damian is still somehow shocked to realize that most people know about his crush on Jon.

Commission Info / Kofi

[bats-and-the-birds]

I feel like the people that call Superman boring are underestimating how interesting it is for an extremely powerful character to make the active and continued choice to be good and to help, despite the fact that it is by no means the easiest path for him, and, in fact, often makes his own life far worse or more complicated.

Like, so much Superman conflict revolves around people in the public just patently refusing to believe that someone with power could ever do good with no ulterior motive, but even when the public turns on him, he still resolves to do the best he can to just make things better.

A character that just truly believes humanity is good and worth saving, and does so just because he has the ability to, is so deeply interesting to me.

[brutaliabirds]

May I present to you: Character Development

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