#bisexual Superman

[garazza]

Please stop reducing Jon Kent down to just being a part of the Super Sons. He's so much more than that and is his very own character.

Whenever someone advocates for bringing Jon back as he should be, they always say some variation of "...so he can team back up with Damian and have more Super Sons adventures!"

Like, shut up? That's not all he is though? He's Superboy first and foremost. He is his own solo character, not someone else's sidekick or (ugh) nepo baby.

You really think we won't be getting a solo Superboy book when he's de-aged, following the solo adventures of Jon Kent, juggling chores and homework with superheroics, that can be read and shared by new and old readers alike? Expand your mind.

The only thing worse than bringing up the Super Sons in the same breath as saying de-age Jon Kent is to specify his exact age. Who gives a fuck if he's 10 or 11 or anything else? All you have to say is he's a tween/young teenager, do not go any further than that. If you really feel the need to, just say he's in the same class as Damian.

Jon Kent is Superboy and he is super bi and there is nothing you can do about it.

[headcanonforthought]

Superman headcanon thing?

Superman openly calls himself bisexual. He doesn't want to fuck men. He just doesn't understand that liking men, like being chill with dudes isn't what bisexuality is. You have to wanna kiss dudes to be bi. And Superman is like, "I mean if I had to kiss a guy for like survival I would" and continues to incorrectly identify as bisexual.

[sorryiwasasleep]

Bruce Wayne is caught photographed with someone in a state of undress and headlines running the pictures are everywhere the next week.

Which would be par for the course for him, except this time he was photographed with a man and it wasn't even during a hook-up, despite what the pictures look like and the media speculations are all saying.

And not just any man, but Clark Kent.

They had been changing into their respective supersuits, though Bruce thanks every deity he can name that that isn’t clear in the pictures

But now, not only is Bruce getting forced out of the closet and Clark publicly along with him, both their secret identities are at risk.

Chapter 4: Clark

[thesevenumbrellas]

2023 is the year of lgbt+ superheroes

[weedle-testaburger]

don't worry i don't actually thirst over any of these characters (they lied)

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Hop Jon over (dp x dc)

"Hey mister, are you dead?" was the first thing Danny heard as he found his way back to consciousness. His body vehemently protested the move by alighting every single one of his nerve ending on fire and Danny groaned.

"Mister?"

Danny's ribs were killing him, or at least they felt like they were, and he would know. He cracked his eyes open to find a small boy crouching over him with his hands on his knees and his blue eyes wide in curiosity.

"Who-" Danny croaked.

"My name's Johnatan like grandpa, but everyone calls me Jon," the kid started babbling. "I live in Metropolis, do you know Metropolis? It's the biggest city in the world. My parents work there, they're reporters but now it's summer break so I'm with Grandma and Grandpa. You fell through the old barn from the sky. Are you an alien, like Superman?"

"Ugh," Danny said as he closed his eyes again.

"Mr. Alien, are you dead again now?"

"Yes," Danny said as he put his arm over his face, wishing he could just Not Exist.

"You're lying," the kid stated confidently. "Dead people don't talk."

"They do too," Danny mumbled as he raised his head off the floor to look at the kid properly.

"Do not!"

"Do too."

"I'm telling Grandma you're a liar," the kid sing-longed before bolting out of Danny's field of vision.

With a thud, Danny let his head fall back down. Welp, it wasn't like he was going anywhere, why not invite more people over to witness this absolute embarrassment.

[nelkcats]

Conner Phantom, learning to live

It had been a few years since Vlad and Danny had stopped being enemies, years since Amity had been at peace with the ghosts. Danny spent his days teaching his children (he assumed they were his children) about well, everything.

Dan and Ellie had prefabricated knowledge, the halfa couldn't quite get it, but the point was that while they knew who was the creator of the chemistry, they had no idea how to do 2 + 2, so he made it his homework to fill in all the gaps.

No one at Amity blinked at the 30-year-boy-who-was-actually-12 and the 15-year-girl-who-was-actually-4, Danny guessed they had gotten used to the weirdness. One day, Vlad called and pointed out that someone had entered his database a few months ago (apparently he checked his digital security very little when he didn't make "evil" plans) and they had stolen the plans for the cloning capsule. Danny had a bad feeling.

Of course, it was after a month of searching that he found out about Lex Luthor's little "project." To say that he was angry was an understatement; he found the poor Superboy being mind controlled. He felt sad when he remembered Ellie's situation and well, he ended up stealing a clone child and destroying some laboratory. Like old times.

The world did not know of Phantom; Amity was suspicious, almost jealous that their protector could be taken away if they said a word, so they didn't say anything out of the city. It's not like the League did anything when they called. Danny didn't care, less tedious meetings and contingency plans for him. Besides, he wasn't excited about going back to the field if he didn't have to, as long as Amity was safe, the world could be destroyed for all he cared.

He wondered if spending too much time with Dan was affecting him, but in the end he dismissed the thought. Upon arriving home, Superboy had woken up and was being interrogated by the Phantoms. He chose his name to be Conner (sounds good apparently) and agreed to take classes to fill in the gaps of knowledge, just like Ellie, he seemed uncomfortable with the gaps.

The poor boy looked uncomfortable, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. After finding out whose clone he was, he wondered if they would take him to Superman, but Danny just snorted. By the end of the week, Conner was a Phantom, and he was fine with that. Danny even told him that he could live normally if he wanted to, and the boy happily accepted the offer. Conner didn't want to be a hero, at least not that early, and Danny was happy with his decision.

Danny frowned thinking of all the heroes who would say that is "selfish" for someone with power to not to use it. But he believed that they were doubly selfish. Being a teenage hero wasn't fucking easy. He hugged Conner, welcoming him to the family and within days, the whole town already knew about him (they also knew whose clone he was, but they didn't really care, they weren't snitching).

Curiously, it was Tim Drake who noticed the strange family visiting Gotham (a 23-year-old seemed to be berating a 30-year-old for stealing tires, he snorted at the irony). However he froze when he saw Clark?, but much younger, speaking in Kryptonian and laughing. He called a meeting in the batcave and tried to call the family, but as soon as they saw the expression in his face they vanished from sight.

Hell, he needed to report it to Bruce.

[beetlekermit]

we all know this infamous cover right?

well it’s called the “sweater weather” variant cover and was made by Kris Anka who is bisexual and who definitely knew what he was doing. gay sex 100% happened.

[swan2swan]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH FROM LOIS LANE AND VICKI VALE.

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce: *reads The Song of Achilles*

Bruce: *snorts* What a load of mooning crap. I can't believe I spent three afternoons on this book.

Later:

Bruce: *sees Clark*

Bruce, thinking: When he dies, all things soft and beautiful and bright will be buried with him

Clark: *turns around* Hey Bruce!

Bruce (in his head): I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.

Clark: You okay, Bruce?

Bruce, touching Clark: Your hair never quite lies flat, here. I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.

Clark: uhhh....

Clark: So what have you been up to, lately?

Bruce, murmuring: I think I would know you in death, at the end of the world.

Clark:...

Clark: Is that Madeline Miller?

Bruce:...

Bruce: no

Clark: *laughing heartily* When I read it, I thought of you too!

Bruce: And you don't think that's the slightest bit gay.

Clark: *shrugs* If I was going to be gay, I would much rather it be with you.

Bruce: *looks stunned*

Clark: *smiles* You kissed me at Christmas. I might return the favor next time we're around some mistletoe.

Bruce: That might be a year from now.

Clark: *takes out mistletoe from one of his suit pockets*

Clark: Make your own luck, right?

Bruce, looking at the mistletoe: I'm not entirely comfortable with this.

Clark: Neither am I.

Bruce: I'm not a homophobe.

Clark: Neither am I.

Bruce: It's just something scary, is all.

Clark, shrugging: I'm sure Lois and Selina will understand, if you and I spend more time together. We don't have to do anything, we can take it slow. Or not "take" it at all. It's your choice.

Bruce: How are you braver than me? I'm such a coward. Always running from my feelings.

Clark: How can I explain, that when I am brave, it is due to you?

Bruce, looking up: I would rather die, Clark, than be hurt by you.

Clark, coming closer: I. Will never. Hurt you, Bruce Wayne.

Bruce, closing his eyes: Damn you. I am this close to running away to my room like some hysteric.

Clark: It's not being a hysteric to feel too much and be overwhelmed by that feeling.

Bruce: I am NOT overwhelmed!

Clark, smiling: Hey hey hey. We'll take it at your speed, okay? No expectations. No deadlines.

Bruce: Clark I feel like a teenager discovering himself for the very first time.

Clark: *smiling* We both dress like teenagers, Bruce. Is it a surprise that we occasionally act like them?

Bruce: You know what I was thinking? Thank god it's just Clark, and not someone whose opinion I actually have to worry about.

Clark: *hesitates*

Bruce: But now I realize, the only one in the League whose opinions I give a shit about, is you.

Clark: *goes pink*

Bruce: *picks at Clark's sleeve* You wanna come to my room? We can play GTA 6 like some actual brain dead teenagers.

Clark: Wait. GTA 6 is out? What?

Bruce: *winks* Not technically it isn't. But things tend to make exceptions for me.

Clark: You bastard! How long have you had it?

Bruce: Not very long, a couple of months?

Clark: *high pitched* Months? You've had it for months?

Bruce: Well...yeah?

Clark: Now I'm rethinking our starstruck romance. The fact that you would keep such an important secret from me...

Bruce: You really ARE a teenager, Kent. *strides away*

Clark, trailing after him: Can I play or was that an empty promise to lure me to your den?

Bruce: Forget it! I'm rescinding the offer.

Clark: No please daddy I'll be good...

[supercap2319]

You give Clark a massage. He’s only wearing his glasses.

Clark kept his eyes forward as he adjusted the black rimmed glasses on his face. His–well–everything was showing, the plaid robe on his body was long forgotten on the floor as the Kryptonian sat on the couch. He kept his eyes on the ceiling, trying not to make himself feel any more exposed than he already was.

He had been stressed between work at the Daily Planet and protecting the people of the world as Superman. It was its own reward type of job, but, God, Clark was swamped. He told his boyfriend, Y/N about it, and said to meet him at his apartment later on in the week, so Y/N could help Clark release all that tension away.

It was a vague way to leave that conversation on that note, but Clark showed up nonetheless. Arriving at Y/N's apartment with specific instructions via text message to get bare and have a seat on the couch. That's how Clark found himself sitting on the couch, naked as the day his Ma and Pa found him in the cornfield in his alien spaceship, wrapped only in a red blanket to hide a naked and chubby baby.

Being naked shouldn't have been the problem. Clark and Y/N had already explored and accepted each other's bodies, but it was still so intimate. Being nude in your boyfriend's house could sure get a guy going. And Clark was going.

Before he could do something as embarrassing as rubbing one out on the plush green carpet underneath his bare feet; Clark heard the door to find Y/N entering. When he saw Clark, he smiled. “Hey, there.”

“Hey, yourself.” Clark said.

“I'm glad you could follow instructions.” Y/N smirks, eyes trailing down Clark's muscular chest, falling onto Clark Jr between his legs. Clark crossed his legs to keep his modest, but also to hide his embarrassment of his dick starting to chub up. A simple glance at his cock made him hard? Could Clark be even more of a nerd than he already was?

Clark wanted Y/N set a plastic bag down on the coffee table and pulled out a pink bottle. Noticing Clark gaze; Y/N smiled at him. “This little baby is gonna help you relax.” He turns the bottle around so Clark can read what it says. “Massaging lotion?” Clark asked.

“Yup. I'm gonna help you relax with a nice massage.” Y/N said.

“But why do I have to be naked?”

Y/N giggles. “It's the only way to make sure every part of you is���Satisfied.” Y/N let that hang in the air. The double meaning behind it. Clark blushed as Y/N moved towards him and sat down next to him on the couch. Clark's bare thigh touched Y/N's jean-covered on. “This isn't really fair if I'm the only one who's naked.” They both knew that Clark wasn't really upset about the nakedness. He just wanted an excuse to see Y/N naked too. Not that it would take much.

Smirking, Y/N, began to strip down until he was naked as Clark minus the silver cross necklace that hung around Clark's neck. Y/N began to squirt the lotion on his hands before he gently applied some pressure to Clark's shoulders.Clark's eyes slowly closed as he leaned into the massage, his muscles relaxing under his boyfriend's fingers. He lets out a soft groan of pleasure, his head nodding slightly as he savors the feeling. His glasses slip down his nose slightly, and he doesn't bother to push them back up.

“Jesus, Clark. You're so tense. You gotta give yourself some down time. It's the only way you'll be able to do both your jobs at the Daily Planet and as Superman.” Y/N said.

“You're right, but when do I find the time? It seems like there's always another story to chase down or another catastrophe brewing in Metropolis. Plus, you know how Perry is about taking breaks.”

"Screw, Perry. Even the Man of Steel has his lips. You can't be at your best, if you're not loose and relaxed enough." His fingers trailed from Clark's shoulders, to his chest. Clark's breath hitches slightly as Y/N's fingers trace down his chest. He opens his eyes, looking at his boyfriend with a mix of surprise and warmth. He considers arguing, but the soothing massage and gentle touch are making it hard to focus on anything else. "Alright, alright.”

Y/N smiled. "Good." He reached lower and grabbed in between Clark's legs as he began to stroke him soft and slow. A deep, throaty groan escapes Clark's lips as his eyes flutter closed again, pushing his glasses up to keep them from falling off. "Maybe you're right about needing…”

“To get off?” Y/N asked, applying more lotion and stroking faster.

Clark's voice is strained, his breath coming in short gasps as his boyfriend's hand works him over. “Oh my God. So good.”

"That's it, babe. Just feel my hand on your aching cock. Just waiting to spill all over it." Y/N pants in Clark's ear.

Clark throws his head back, a strangled moan escaping his throat at the vulgar yet arousing words in his ear.His skin was flushed with desire and embarrassment as he loses himself to sensation. His cock throbs heavily in Y/N's grasp, leaking copiously now.

"God, Clark. You look so beautiful like this. Leaking and hard for me. I'd put my job at the Planet in jeopardy if it meant that I could give you daily hand jobs underneath your desk.” Clark shudders at the thought, imagining secret trysts beneath his messy desk at the Daily Planet. “You're not playing fair.”

"I don't play fair, handsome." Y/N said, stroking Clark harder than before.

Clark's back arches off the couch as he nears his peak. His voice comes out rough and breathy. “Jesus... fuck... I'm... close.” His whole body tenses, including his stomach and chest muscles. He's completely naked and vulnerable, losing all control under Y/N's touch.

"Let go for me, baby. Cum for me. I wanna see you climax your stress away." Y/N moans, touching himself in the process of making Clark cum.

With a loud, primal cry, Clark's body convulses as he unleashes a massive orgasm. His cock pulses violently in Y/N's hand, painting his fingers with thick, white ropes of cum. His vision blurs as he rides out the intense climax, feeling his stress and tension melt away. Some of his jizz leaks onto the green carpet.

Y/N smiles. “Nice one.”

[garazza]

Absolute Power: Super Son #1

Calling it now

[tattoo-shops-scare-me]

13 yo Clark Kent “Holy shit I’m bisexual”

*falls from the roof*

“Holy shit I can fly”

[maragarita]

The tucked shirt and cuffed jeans combo- y'all ain't never seen four people look more bisexual than this

[insonniacaotica]

Batfamily headcanons

Things that are true in my head:

•Dick's favorite musical is The Greatest Showman

•Stephanie has the exact same accent as Jason (they're both from Crime Alley)

•Tim loved Death Note. He read the manga and the anime is his comfort series

•If Dick is Damian's favorite, then Duke is his second favorite. Duke is the only one Damian hangs out with

•Stephanie is a Tim Burton fan

•Cassandra likes stuffed animals. They are soft and make her happy.

•Jason, Stephanie (and maybe Duke) would randomly run off in the middle of the night with Bruce's credit card, go get a Batburger, and then go back to sleep peacefully. (Barbara would find out but would never tell Bruce.)

As a batfamily fanfiction writer, I'll just tell you that I used all of this in this series I'm writing :)

[arietisart]

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