#Kon el

[mordhiobhail]

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[timmydraker]

Bruce, knowing Tim went out as RR when he was meant to be benched: do you have something to tell me, chum?

Tim, half asleep and drooling in his tea: sometimes Cassie and Kon make me curl into a ball and then use me as a baseball to play catch with while Bart stands in the middle and tries to catch me first.

Bruce: ….

Bruce: what.

Tim: they call me ‘piggy in the middle’

Bruce: …

Tim: somehow Bart never catches me but I think it’s only because he’s laughing so much.

Bruce, completely forgetting about Tim patrolling: I… I don’t know what to do with this information.

[windybluebelles]

Tim: has the obsessive need to study all of his romantic partners as if they are specimens in a lab. He wants to know everything about these fuckers. Good things bad things, everything. He wants to tie them to a table, take blood tests, check family heritage and medical histories.

Kon and Bernard: have never had someone actually want to find out things about them and entirely believe that Tim’s stalker ish tendencies are really romantic. Are both entirely desensitised to being strapped down and stabbed.

I was gonna write Kon and Berns getting like, ptsd from all the sciency/experimentation stuff. But I thought them just not giving a fuck would be funnier

[rokonrrc2]

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[magicpiano]

When Tim is 10 years old his parents force him to go to some boring party in Metropolis held by Lex Luther. This would have been relatively normal if he hadn't ended the night kidnapping rescuing a clone of superman he found when he was snooping in the basement.

The good news is Tim is literally the last person Lex would suspect of stealing his clone, so he doesn't come looking (at least for a while.) Also Tim's parents are barely home! So with Superboy's powers he can easily stay quiet and hide. The Drakes don't even notice someone else living in their home.

The bad news is Tim has no idea how to take care of a super powered clone with no life experience (or even a name) when he himself is still a child. But whatever, at ten he is old enough to raise himself, so surely he is old enough to raise his new friend too?

Something, something, hijinks ensue, Tim is adopted by the batfam early and Clark steps up to be a dad.

[valrixian]

When the short becomes the tall

I was lowk guessing w the height so mb💀

[lemonlimestar]

kiss of life

[rokonrrc2]

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“Through the Ages”

[dailydccomics]

the Bats and Supers by Gavin Guidry

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[timdrakesplacenta]

the metropolis kid

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I put way too much effort into this ( based on this meme, it wouldn’t leave me alone until it was drawn — I am freee )

[argonluvr]

hear me out.

timkom fic, literally any storyline you want, but instead of clark being kon's dad, he's seen as kon's older brother (as often implied by dc). ofc there's still a major age difference but even then, the dynamic would be soooo different!!

add in a little superbat, and suddenly the dynamics are super weird (could be fun to write!)

like, tim tells bruce he's dating kon a few months after getting together, and bruce just kind of looks at tim in horror and admits he's been seeing clark for a while too. tim's sitting there overthinking, things like 'omfg if we both marry our partners what would that make us? if clark becomes my stepdad, then that would make kon my uncle 😰'

bruce is also sitting there, he too overthinking. 'if we both marry our partners then tim would become my brother-in-law... or kon would become my son-in-law, and clark would become my nephew-in-law???'

meanwhile, kon is still kind of pissed at clark for being a shitty and absent brother-figure from when he first escaped lex, and now he went and made the family dynamic even weirder.

idk i haven't seen this dynamic on ao3 AT ALL but i also have a shit ton of work to do so i can't write atm... i need someone to satisfy this itch for me pretty please <3

[suzukiblu]

Day nineteen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You really shoulda sprung for the flavored ones,” he mutters under his breath, eyes caught on the bright orange latex and the sense-memory of sour-sweetness on his tongue; of that same sour-sweetness sticky with something sweet and metallic. He licks his lips without really meaning to, and Bernard lets out a breathless laugh that’s half a groan as he tosses the wrapper in the general direction of the trash can and moves to–“Can I do it?” Kon blurts unthinkingly, feeling his skin prickle at the thought. 

Bernard’s laugh is probably just a groan this time, actually, and then he takes a rough breath and taps the unwrapped and still-rolled condom against Kon’s stomach, which should probably not stab a little spike of heat through his gut but does, definitely, stab a little spike of heat through his gut. 

“You can help,” Bernard says, which stabs a much bigger spike of heat through his gut. 

“I can do that,” Kon agrees immediately, barely keeping himself from pitching forward in the other’s lap again. His fingers twitch around his wrist reflexively, and then he remembers–neither of them told him to take them out, still. So . . . mm. “TTK’s alright, right? Like–s’okay?” 

“Yeah, you can pick the hotter option, feel free,” Bernard says with a laugh, dropping his head forward against Kon’s chest for a moment, and Kon bites his lip. 

“Just, uh, figured if I used m’mouth it’d be . . . distracting,” he says. 

“. . . for me or for you, Kon?” Bernard asks his chest. Kon maybe turns a little red about it, but like, he’s also fucking shameless, so– 

“Definitely me,” he says. “Though, like, I’d wanna distract you too.” 

“My boyfriend sure does have some interesting friends, huh,” Bernard muses conversationally, not lifting his head as he moves to put the condom on himself, sparing a moment to give himself a couple strokes to make sure he’s still hard enough for it. “Like that sure is a thing, isn’t it, it’s very–ah.” 

Kon’s assuming the “ah” was directly related to him wrapping his TTK around the guy’s hand and dick both and, like, squeezing. Like–just a little bit. Tim told him to be “inspiring” and all; make sure Bernard was hard and make sure he was into it. Falls under the same thing, right? 

“Good?” he asks, biting the inside of his lip for a moment. “I like how it feels. Wanna make sure you like how it feels too.” 

“Yeah, I think you’re doing okay there,” Bernard says faintly, still not lifting his head. “You like how it feels?” 

“Yeah,” Kon says. He kind of wishes he could nuzzle into the other’s throat again from this position but settles for nuzzling his cock with his TTK. Which–shit, that’s not even “settling” anyway. Maybe only because he’s not getting to do both at once, he guesses. 

“Fuck,” Bernard says under his breath, and Kon twists his TTK up in a loose spiral and then brings it back down tight. Like–just tight enough to–“Fuck.”

Just tight enough to get a reaction like that one, yeah.

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Superboy! By Gabriel Larragán