#conner kent headcanons

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Multiple DC Characters Masterlist

DC Characters x IcePowers!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Garfield Logan, Bruce Wayne)

DC Characters x ASMR!Reader Headcanons (Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x FlowerArchitect!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Period!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Powerless!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Cook!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters Pillow Fight Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Singing!Dancing!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters With A Crush Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Knitter!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters Tickling Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters Being Rescued Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan)

On A Mission With DC Characters Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x CakeMaker!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Raven, Conner Kent, Starfire, Garfield Logan, Jaime Reyes)

DC Characters x DragonShifter!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan, Jaime Reyes)

DC Characters x Cleaning!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan, Jaime Reyes)

DC Characters x IcePowers!Reader Apocalypse Headcanons (Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Reader Killing A Villain Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Raven, Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Barry Allen)

DC Characters Water Balloon Fight Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Raven, Conner Kent)

DC Characters x WeaponSummoner!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Garfield Logan, Bruce Wayne)

DC Characters x TouchStarved!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Garfield Logan)

Falling Asleep On DC Characters Headcanons (Wally West, Jason Todd, Aqualad)

DC Characters x WronglyAccused!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Jason Todd, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Band!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Starfire, Garfield Logan)

DC Characters x Ignored!Reader Headcanons (Damian Wayne, Conner Kent, Raven, Garfield Logan, Jason Todd, Jaime Reyes)

DC Characters x CurlyHair!Reader Headcanons (Aqualad, Wally West, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne)

DC Characters x Alt!Reader Headcanons (Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Aqualad)

DC Characters x FashionDesigner!Reader Headcanons (Jason Todd, Aqualad, Wally West)

Treating DC Characters Injuries (Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Jason Todd, Aqualad)

[andstuffsketches]

um, can you play a song with a beat?

[incorrectbatfam]

Does the Batmobile ever get ticketed or does the GCPD just ignore it

Bruce: *puts a box on the table*

Bruce: Gather around, everyone. It's time for our monthly ticket review.

Bruce: First up, Steph. Can you explain what happened last Friday?

[earlier]

Steph: *looking for parking in a full lot*

Steph: Screw it, I'm going around back.

Steph: *parks in front of a fire exit*

[present]

Steph: I just needed to use the bathroom.

Bruce: And in those three minutes, the Joker released a giant water balloon forcing everyone to evacuate through one less exit.

Steph: It said "fire exit." That technically wasn't a fire.

Bruce: Well, the penalty is $100 plus the towing cost. I can pay it off but you have to help Alfred in the kitchen for a month.

Steph: Yeah, that's fair.

Bruce: Next up... Cass and Barbara? Color me surprised.

Barbara: Oh yeah, I had to remotely pilot the Batmobile the other day because Cass needed a getaway.

Bruce: Then why am I being charged $250?

[earlier]

Cass: *fighting a gang*

Barbara: Orphan, ETA thirty seconds. Prepare for extraction.

Cass: *knocks out the last henchman and runs to the car*

Comm. Gordon: *writing a ticket*

Cass: ?

Comm. Gordon: You're in a disabled parking spot without a permit.

[present]

Barbara: Well I am disabled.

Bruce: Understandable. I'll let it slide since it's the first time. Just file the paperwork for a permit.

Bruce: Dick, you went thirty-five over the speed limit when you weren't pursuing a suspect. Explain.

[earlier]

Wally: Race you to Keystone?

Dick: *revs the engine*

[present]

Bruce: You're better than this. I'm disappointed. Next up: Tim. Driving without a license plate. What happened there?

[earlier]

Tim: I wasn't supposed to take the Batmobile since Bruce benched me for my wrist, but my other ride is in the shop.

Kon: What about cameras? Can't your dad tap into the city's surveillance system?

Bart: Traffic cameras read license plates, so if we take them off, no one will recognize us.

Kon: Now that's an idea.

[present]

Tim: That's on me. I shouldn't have listened to them.

Bruce: Put them back on, plus you're benched for another week. Damian, on to you.

Damian: What on Earth could I have done? I followed the speed limit, parked in the correct spots, and never so much as changed lanes on an empty road without signalling.

[earlier]

Damian, a middle schooler: *driving*

[present]

Damian: Tt.

Bruce: Don't do it again. Duke...

Duke: *cringes and remembers what he did*

[earlier]

Duke: *hooks the Batmobile to a freezer trailer*

Duke: *starts driving around with a megaphone*

Duke: Ice cream! Get your ice cream!

[present]

Bruce: Fantastic job. No complaints.

Jason, muttering: Teacher's pet.

Bruce: And finally, Jason.

Bruce: *empties the rest of the box*

[batfamhastwitter]

Part 6 is here! A word of advice: stay far, far away from Gotham during rush hour

Prev ~ Beginning ~ Next

[acid-ixx]

'cause you're takin' it like a champ, sweetheart !

(nsfw) romantic! yandere conner kent x gn! reader

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist ; leaked sex tape post ; other post !

a/n: mdni. purely nsfw. inspired off of @luludeluluramblings. the reader here is gender neutral but is a bottom, so interpret them as any gender as you will! mentions of breeding, oral (giving &. receiving), and overstimulation.

i'm sorry but i just read about the sex tape thing and now i'm shitposting you guys. what if instead of making chapter 6 for my series angsty, i make conner and you have kinky, sloppy, sweat-drenched sex after your first date? what if instead of the batfamily stripping you away of your freedom, conner strips you naked right before one of the secret cameras placed inside the room you're both in, that he's sure records every single passionate movement you both make in bed?

what if instead of you crying from the pain of all the negligence, you writhe and mewl like an overstimulated pornstar as he pounds away all your worries instead??? and if the footage unknowingly gets leaked? holy shit, not only do you possess the title of bruce wayne's infamous bastard child, but you're now also known as a kryptonian monsterfucker who definitely possesses the energy of a bull if it means you could handle bed-breaking sex to the point you're sure anyone from a mile away could hear your bated, snappy breaths and conner's sporadic, non-stop humping into the most pleasurable parts of your body.

cause even if he's half-human, that doesn't take away the fact that he is half-human. he sports features that aren't typical in normal anatomy. this just translates to: less energy is consumed when fucking you, so he could go on and on and on eating his love out, leaving marks for hours whilst simultaneously ensuring that you're probably well-bred (and i hc that it's probably almost exclusive to kryptonians that they cum, a lot) and dripping and feeling full by the end of the night (or day, heaven knows just how long he could go off worshipping your body).

and yes, the leaked sex tape piqued the interest of most curious eyes and it's probably going to be the spectacle for most researchers curious about kryptonian anatomy- but consider this. conner's not the only man obsessed with you. there're some romantic interests out there seething with rage, at the same time nutting and touching themselves to the video and playing it on repeat cause you're taking it like a champ.

unfortunately for them though, you've already been too addicted to the feel of conner spearing you down that you just can't fathom anyone else holding you the same way he does. you love the dichotomy he puts you through (to the point you ignore the red glinting lenses above your body) when he's possessively pinning you to the any fucking surface with his strong arms wrapped around your waist, with no chance of escape, the sensation of his dick penetration in and out in a hasty, yet rhythmic beat. yet despite the harsh thrusts, his hand still find itself to your sweaty forehead to wipe away stray hair, his lips taking its sweet time softly pressing kisses from the crown of your head all the way to your lips.

"good j-job takin' me whole, sweetheart— ah! god, i love you..." he whispers praises with his parched throat on your ears, every syllable enunciated with the thrum of his hips, your legs nearly resting over his shoulder. if not for his breaths hitting the inside of your ears, goosebumps spreading throughout your body, you wouldn't have picked up on the bass of his voice complimenting you.

your grip on his body only tightens, eyes shutting deeper into the near zenith. with just how much you're humping back despite the soreness in your muscles, tears escaping your eyes from pure, unfiltered pleasure, it's as if you're putting on a performance for the whole world to see.

"i— AH! i love you, t-too, kon– baby!" your reply came in the form of a squeal after another of his particularly harsh thrusts from waiting for your response. god, your throat hurts, it's more sore than conner's, taking him in your mouth fully felt like a fever dream, but you could remember the shape of his tip puncturing the back of your throat that it has your body reeling for another mind-blowing orgasm.

the glass of water on the stand beside you both is empty, it's been empty for hours. yet conner's still thirsty, how else would he be quenched from his urge when his previous ministrations of eating you out whilst prepping you to take his dick makes him even hornier? there's something about your body that makes the kryptonian want to memorize every single detail from how you writhe when the piercing in his tongue penetrates a sensitive part of you, and oh, the salty taste of your sweat and tears is heaven for a starving man like him.

shit, the thought of sloppily devouring you whole after he fills you up time and time again would be the cherry on top. overstimulation works pleasures on his sweetheart's body like a charm. he loves seeing the more desperate parts of you begging for more yet telling him to stop at the same time, as your hands still tangle harshly on his hair to keep him in place.

... but for now, he's got to focus on the lack of love marks on the expanse of your body, his vision nitpicking all the places in your skin that he's going to suck hickeys on. it'll definitely be his final piece of the puzzle to show all your other admirers his claim on you.

and the whole world can only bear witness to the artwork he's creating with you.

welp, guess it's just going to be you and conner alone in the room for a while, satiating both your hunger for each other, haha...

— oh, and don't forget the hundreds of cameras placed strategically to record all angles of your bodied fucking like animals!

[batcavescolony]

A new reason for why Young Justice is all 17 and not aging. They started a Dionysus-style cult centered around Cassie to see if they could make her into a Goddess, and it worked. In return, she made them all her immortal companions'.

[morgangalaxy43]

These are DC comics characters that should be bisexual but aren’t because of the writers

[simp4fictionalmenandjesus]

To elaborate on my idea of Tim and Dami forming a friendship through gossiping about their respected supers. (And eventually gossiping about everyone LOL)

Kon and Jon have def noticed the shit talking as well.

Kon found out on purpose when he tuned in onto one of Tim and Dami's conversations out of curiosity when he was bored out of his mind standing next to Clark at a Wayne gala.

"The worst part is the throwing, Timothy. Though I can easily adapt to any situation... Being held by the cape and tossed isn't very dignified." Tim nods his head lightly to his brothers words, giggles falling from his lips that made Kon's stomach do flips.

"You gotta train him to throw you well. I had to force Kon to practice throwing techniques with me for weeks until we found a comfortable and dignified way for him to toss me." Kon remembers those training sessions from back in the early days of Young Justice. It's part of what drew him and Tim closer.

Damian nods his head at his brothers words. "Very well, I will take that into consideration." A more serious look dawns onto Damian's face after that.

"Do you have any methods on how to get Jon to look more presentable for galas?"

Tim pauses, sips his glass of (fake) champagne, and smirks. "Don't give him the option to pick his own outfit."

Now Kon knows why Tim insists on getting ready for galas together. Control freak. (Kon will deny the fact that he enjoys letting Tim do his hair and tie his tye.)

On the other hand, Jon found out on accident when he was playing block blast on Damian's phone. (Lois took his phone away since he snuck it into his room at night and stayed up past his bedtime. Whining that he "was a superhero!" and "superheroes don't have bedtimes!" Only earned him a ruffle of his hair from Clark as he tucked his son into bed.) A notification from an unsaved number pops up.

Jon recognised the number as Tim's since Kon had told him that: if he couldn't reach Kon, and needed help with something that he didn't want Clark and Lois to know about, he should contact Tim.

The notification read 'you're joking 💀 poisoned apple pie is crazy... go buy him the cookbooks I mentioned, trust🤞🤞’

Jon flies into the field, where Damian is chilling with the chickens and asks "Did you like the pie I made you?" Damian glances at Jon and nods his head. "It was good."

Jon didn't think much of the message until Damian came over two days later with a pile of cookbooks in his hands.

[beeqisch]

who wants to be best friends who secretly hold hands very platonically

[superbat-love]

Bruce stomped into the living room with the kids clutched under his arms—Steph and Barbara under his left arm, and Jason and Dick under his right arm. Clark followed closely behind him, carrying Damian, Jon, Duke, Kon and Tim.

Nine soaking wet little kids were unceremoniously dumped on the floor in front of the fireplace. Cass silently jumped down from her spot on Bruce’s shoulders to curl up on the armchair.

Clark: Alright, explain to us why you kids were out playing in the forest in this storm.

Dick: We wanted to play hide and seek, so we had to find a bigger space.

Bruce: The Wayne manor is on 150 acres of land.

Jason: Yeah well, if some people didn’t cheat…

Duke: Nobody hacked into the cameras around the place!

Tim: I-It’s not our f-fault you guys pick the most obvious places to h-hide.

Steph: Even without the cameras you still cheated, Tim. I saw you guys. You got Kon to fly you up the mountain! We agreed on ‘No Superpowers’! And now you’ve got hippo…hippopotamus.

Barbara: I think you mean hypothermia, Steph.

Kon: How is that considered cheating? Flying is not a superpower. Birds fly!

Jon: Dogs fly!

Dick: That’s just Krypto, Jon.

The kids huddled around together, discussing whether flying is considered a superpower.

Clark: Enough, you are all grounded for putting yourself in danger.

Bruce: [yelling over the kids’ protests] I don’t want to hear any excuses! Everyone is grounded except Cass.

Kon: She played with us too! She hid near the entrance of the forest.

Bruce: Still considered to be on Wayne property.

Damian: Can we be grounded in the barn?

Jason: The barn? That’s the dumbest suggestion I’ve ever heard.

Dick: Hey! You can’t call people dumb, dummy.

Damian: I want to play with the chickens, okay? They’ll get lonely!

Jon: That sounds fun! I want to play with the chickens too!

Barbara: Don’t listen to them! I vote for the kitchen, because Alfred is there.

Steph: Me too! Alfred makes great cookies!

Bruce: This isn’t a vote. You will each be grounded in your own rooms.

Superbat Family Fics

[g-3-nn]

I was chatting with one of my friends that really loves Conner Kent and we came up with the conclusion that Tim and Kon are a old married couple. So I proposed to myself to draw it, and gloriously Twitter enlightened me, so here it is. ♡

Ref :

[evolieeee]

Headcanon: given the legality questions of Cadmus, nobody ever patented the tech behind cloning Kon.

Tim Drake-Wayne, professional rich kid and living off pure spite, suggests to Kon to patent it. Luthor can’t sue them without admitting to breaking a shit ton of laws.

So he slips the necessary paperwork in the pile, and Bruce, trusting his son not to sneak a “cloning research division” into WE R&D paperwork that needs approval, signs it. Tim meets with the newly formed WEIRD (Wayne Enterprises Intentional Reproduction Department) team and goes “so you know how my dad funds the JL? I met Superboy through it. This is Kon. We’re gonna reproduce the tech that made him, and sell it to gay couples that want kids.”

Bruce only learns about it when WE puts out a public call to couples that want kids but can’t conceive for any reason, and he’s asked why he isn’t promoting adoption over that.

At the announcement event, Kon purposefully invited Luthor just to goad him.

[yesiknowimshort]

conner: i have a 50/50 chance of turning out of the world’s greatest hero… or the worlds greatest villain

tim: and you also have a 50/50 chance of going bald, which is infinitely more tragic

conner:

conner: wtf is wrong with you man

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim starts dating Bernard and Kon is upset but he doesn't realize he's jealous and starts panicking because he thinks he's homophobic

[burnt-coffeebeans]

This image perfectly summarizes Young Just Us. (I might draw this in the future)

[acid-ixx]

brutus: just a burning memory (villain au concept)

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

a/n: just a tiny excerpt i want to post regarding this because i want more conner kent content but make it angst after i posted smth spicy HAHAH. guys plsplspls i encourage all the comments. hell, even a single one inspired me to write this little drabble. i may not reply to all of them, but i read and cherish them with all my heart 🩷 i've been writing more these days and it's interactions and comments that drive me to write even more for this fandom so please, i'm on my knees.

tags: @sweetconnoisseurgardener, @winter-world, @bunbunbread, @thypplover.

"sweetheart— you're..." his voice, unsure and wispy, comes out in little quivers. wide, blue eyes stare at the silhouette of your all-too familiar, yet foreign body.

how could he not remember you, when it is only your the thrum of heartbeats that he cherishes in his memories? the shape of your hips in his hands? the puff of your cheeks he burned into his retina every time he blinks?

yet now you're too stiff, too sharp and out of place, a hint of expertise on your pose, as if it's ready to fight him, conner, your once beloved.

what happened...?

there was no softness in the shape of your shadow, no hands that fight the urge to run to him just to feel the warmth of his body, no yielding gazes fluttering up nor your nuzzled head rested on his chest.

the scar of your sudden break-up burns into his flesh the more he witnesses you come out of the shadow of the walls you're disguised in.

too different, too familiar, the seams of his poorly stitched heart rip once he sees you, once angelic now looking like you've fallen from grace, still so beautiful, still so poised yet poisonous— if he couldn't handle losing you back then, then he couldn't handle your reunion now.

he couldn't, no, not ever. he could never handle just how truly beautiful his soulmate is.

and right in front of him stands you... and he falls in love all over and over again, yet feels the fresh sting of heartbreak from all these years ago.

conner couldn't believe what was in front of him.

"what? i'm alive? changed? somethin' else? don't be so afraid to tell me, kon-baby." a new accent, from a different city, spoken in that alluring voice of yours, too gritty and sharp as a knife. cold, unforgiving eyes stare up at him like he was in enemy lines. there was no sentiment in your glare, no softness nor familiarity in your words.

it chips away at his heart, little by little.

there weren't enough words to describe how much he missed you, the way your sullen tone lightens at his presence, how you perfectly fit like a puzzle piece in his arms, your head burrowing into his neck and smelling his perfume. you say it's the only scent that calmed you down, that made your heart flutter 'cause it reminds you of him, it made his heart buzz at the sweet words.

ever since then, kon always made sure to wear that treasured perfume every single day after your confession, even after your disappearance did the use of that scent surge into his apartment, invading his sensitive nostrils like the plague. the fear of forgetting you, the memories of your precious giggles and calm intakes of air with him echoing all day in his solitude without you.

he misses those soft moments.

but this? whoever this is standing face to face with him is not you, the sharp sting of your words sound completely foreign, your laughter, once fluttery, now sounds manic as if your past affection for him was you merely telling a joke. the nickname you called him, his nickname that you oh-so fondly call him tastes bitter in his tongue.

unbelievable... there's something different about you, it's not the same you he's looking at anymore. he takes away his sunglasses hanging just below his nose, yet the image doesn't change.

you don't change into your old self, his heart breaks just a bit more.

yet he couldn't find the heart to attack you, standing frozen in his spot to take in your still-so ethereal form in his eyes, afraid that you'll disappear again; despite tim's warning signals on the new face of a villain.

he couldn't, because it's still you he's looking at.

you're still his sweetheart.

even if you don't share the same feathery whispers your voice had all those years ago. it's sharper, it stings conner's ears hearing the parched grate of your words, but his hearing still picks up the familiar innocence hidden behind it all; stained by the putrid world, corrupted until what's left was evil that he was so accustomed to dealing with.

he doesn't know what hurts more: your dead eyes losing its once angelic light, or how the same eyes stares at him like there was no romance that sparked between the narratives of your lives in the first place.

"... oh, (name)-sweetie, please tell me what happened...?" it hurts to talk, he had thought those therapy sessions with his other teammates could help him rebound with the break-up, but years of anguish don't heal, it builds up and it breaks at the slightest reminder of the past. it'll hurt either way, nothing helps.

nobody could truly control your true feelings. not even yourself.

losing his first, his one and only true love, that made him feel like he's deserving of existing in this world, that united the scars of being human and kryptonian; never knowing which side you're bound to be— calling him by his name, so sweetly and lovingly, the flutter of your voice curing all ails, feeling like the soft breeze of spring kissing his skin.

the sudden withdrawal of it all, the emptiness and befuddling emotions that comes after, losing someone who held the lock and key to your heart, whilst no answers are supplied in your thoughts from all the mind-numbing questions swirling inside your head—

it could break anyone, and it had broken conner.

conner just couldn't bury the tightening knot on his chest, how his throat seems to close in on itself, or the tears that began stinging the corners of his eyes.

"well you said it yourself, baby. people change, time changes and nothin' ever stays the same."

you speak as if your words are absolute, you don't even bother pretending to be happy at your reunion, you don't see conner as your beloved anymore.

"this is... this shouldn't be..."

happening? or was there a clawing notion in his heart that hoped with even your eventual change, that you'll still cherish him with all your soul despite the transformation, despite turning into a wanted criminal from across the nation?

because he could've understood, the neglect from your family, the emotional and even physical abuse, the misunderstood arguments and unheard requests. in all your special occasions, your birthdays, hell, even graduations and important milestones in your life, you're mistreated and broken. conner understood what it's like being rejected by the people you idolize, it's what made him notice you in the first place.

he could've helped hide you in a more safer threshold so nobody could hurt you anymore. all he really wanted was to be your sole exception to the corruption in your heart.

after all, he's still a man in love, bound by the precious memories and the neverending affection he feels for you, his soulmate. nothing in the world can change his dedication to see you smile, no matter how crooked and sadistic it is now— he was charged by your presence alone; you are, and always will be his motivation.

but you don't cherish him, you're different in a way that treats him differently too. and he doesn't want that, he doesn't want to be denied your love that he seeks in this cruel world. you're the only person in this universe that could topple the walls in his heart.

conner doesn't want to stand in his spot, looking at you any longer. at your cruel, yet beautifully glowing eyes and your body that he wishes to rest his clammy fingers on. he wants to kiss you, he wants to touch and feel you personally, forget all the mishaps you both went through just to spend another night alone together under the moonlight, dancing with the breeze of gotham's polluted and singing to the shouts of its citizens...

now all the questions form into a singular entity. it's what shatters his heart to pieces in the end, because you refuse to answer still. you refuse with a sadistic smile and a harsh laugh, going off in a tangent he couldn't understand; he wishes to understand with what's going on in your brain.

conner just wants to understand you, even if you're different now, because he still loves you.

so what happened to you...?

who took away conner's precious sweetheart?