Tim has to ask for Kon's help on an undercover mission. Tim is not happy about this. Mostly because this mission involves Tim wearing a dress.

I'm typing something up right now but I just had to take a break and doodle this to go with it ^^;

http://manialoll-kun.deviantart.com/art/What-s-With-That-Face-Kon-246668920

Kon likes feeling Tim up with his TTK. Especially when they're in public and Tim can't do anything but grit his teeth and bear it.

Tim fights the gasp-giggle that wants to pour out of his mouth. Instead he grits his teeth, kicks Kon under the table (not that it does any good) and returns to attempting to listen in on the conversation about a drug case he's been tracking.

Another bristling touch at the nape of his neck, softly rubbing in hypnotically comforting circles. The not-turned-on, always-rational and logical part of his mind tells him that, no it is not productive to punch the Boy of Steel in the face, and no it is not at all smart to jump him while undercover. In a room full of possible hired muscle.

But this has been going on all day. All day. That's the twenty-something time that Kon has gotten a little too personal with his TTK. Tim's just a little bit grateful that at least it's above the belt this time. Then startles when the phantom touch skims across the seams of his jeans. He just barely holds back to gasp/moan. He actually chokes on it.

"You alright there man?" And the idiot has the nerve to play innocent about it. Tim shoots him a glare before plastering a completely fake smile on his face as the waitress passes by. As soon as she's out of hearing range he kicks Kon again. Kon just smirks, pushes up his glasses and takes a sip of his soda.

Another ghost touch, trailing down his spine, fanning out to brush his ribs. Tim does shiver at that pass and his breath is a little sharper than normal when he exhales. Kon's grin widens. Tim wonders if he's keeping count. Two can play at that game.

Kon suddenly jerks and stares slack jawed at Tim. Tim slowly traces his foot up and down Kon's calf. He raises an eyebrow before running his tongue over his bottom lip. Kon whimpers. Tim lets his own smirk widen.

Because he's definitely keeping count.

Messy food sex. It's hot and Tim just wants to eat his ice cream in peace. Except Kon's decided ice cream tastes best when licked off sombody's skin.

So very rarely does Tim allow himself a moment’s rest. Even in the guise of Tim Drake, adopted son of Bruce Wayne and freshman at Gotham State, he can never stop the racing thoughts trailing back to his late night adventures. Robin has become far too ingrained in his psyche for him to truly be free of it, and he had tried to get that point across to Kon. So far, he’d completely failed.

Ever exuberant like a new born pup, Kon had pouted and whined and cajoled Tim until he agreed. Now, with a strawberry cone in hand, Tim could only think of the rising mob bosses and the corruption still plaguing the Gotham P.D. Absently, he stared off towards the horizon, peering through a thin outcropping of young oaks and mighty pines. The world took on an orange hue as the sun dipped further, threatening to bring the darkness within the coming hours.


“So, you know, I totally owned his ass,” Kon bragged, rambling near ceaselessly from beside Tim. “He should’ve seen it coming. But I’m totally just that good.”


Tim grunted, if only to appease Kon and shorten the conversation, if possible. He licked at his ice cream, careful to get the melting edges with the flat of his tongue. A few wayward drops escaped him and slid down the side of his hand. He grimaced at the mess and switched his cone to his other hand so he could better wipe the sticky sweet cream from his hand.


Before he could grab hold of a napkin however, Kon had snatched up his hand and cleaned Tim’s hand. So lost in his own thoughts, Tim had failed to notice Kon’s sudden silence and the rather intense stare directed towards him. Curious, Tim turned to look at Kon and snatched his hand back. What space had been between them beforehand no longer existed. In those few moments that Tim had lost himself in his thoughts, Kon had scooted closer across the bench, an eager and mischievous glow alighting his eyes.


“Kon,” Tim admonished, “cut it out. You wanted to come out here, so no funny business.”


The pout he received nearly broke Tim’s resolve, but he held strong and squared his shoulders for the whining tirade to come. When none seemed forth coming, Tim searched the crystalline depths of Kon’s eyes, he found himself to be both amused and wary as to what Kon could be planning.


A hand came up to the back of Tim’s head, drawing him closer until the tips of their noses pressed together. Kon sealed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Tim’s, all at once dominating and chaste. Tim held Kon’s gaze throughout the kiss. He merely tolerated the kiss, though he couldn’t deny enjoying it just a bit.


When they pulled apart, Kon’s fingers still woven through Tim’s locks, Tim fixed a sardonic grin upon his lips and let his tone go dry, “Can I finish my ice cream now? It’s way too hot to be doing this right now.”


What seemed like a petty excuse actually rang true. The cotton of Tim’s button down shirt clung to the contours of his chest, already damp with sweat. The slight breeze coming off the lake not far off did little to cool the air. Tim could feel the beading of sweat across the small of his back and the hollow of his throat. This year, Gotham’s weather seemed to have grown bored of the usual chilliness. So far, the summer had been brutally hot.


Kon did not relinquish his grip, nor did he back away. Instead, a smirk curled the edges of his lips and Tim could feel his stomach somersault at the site, “Well, I could do that…”


The obviously faked trail off made Tim shiver. He could only guess where this was leading and it both panicked and excited him. He responded in kind, though his tone dripped with dry amusement.

“Well, that’s what I want to do.”

Set during Young Justice, just after Sins Of Youth. Anything to do with Kon's reaction to seeing Tim without a mask for the first time.

Went kind of smutty with this...


Robin’s not wearing the mask. That’s just … Shit, that’s just not fair. It’s so ridiculously past the point of ‘not fair’ that it’s bordering on evil. And that has to be it, he has to be evil now, only explanation. Robin’s turned to the dark side and they’re all royally fucked and Robin’s first evil plan as their new arch nemesis is to take off his mask and make Kon’s brain explode inside his skull.

Smiling like it’s no big thing, like he isn’t evil at all, like this isn’t some elaborate and potentially effective attempt on Kon’s life. Saying "hi" in this almost shy little way that has to be a trick, because Robin doesn’t do shy.

His leather jacket hits the door hard enough to swing it shut and then Kon just falls to his knees. And that was actually pretty loud, and he probably just knocked a layer of dust and grime off the ceiling of the room below him, but he’s kind of distracted. God, he needs a new uniform, a redesign, something that doesn’t actually require concentration to take on and off. Why did he decide on this skin-tight spandex look, and why the hell did he think straps around his hips were a good idea?! Stupid uniform, too fussy, too complicated, and he needs to be naked, like, yesterday.

And he’s been ragging on Robin for so damn long about the mask that he should probably feel a little responsible. But he doesn’t, because it’s one of those absolute truths, things he believes in whether they’re facts or just his gut being really loud. Kon won’t grow up, Cissie will be back, Bart should never be left alone in a kitchen (not after the Blender Incident) and Robin doesn’t take off his mask.

So it’s Robin who’s changing the rules, Robin who isn’t playing fair (evilevilevil) and it’s totally Robin’s fault that Kon can’t think. Tugging the straps higher up his waist as he shoves the suit down his hips, and he doesn’t even try to stop himself when he overbalances, starts falling forward. Dull thud of his forehead against the floor; there goes another layer of dust.

The hotel is just a building, just a normal building, not like their old headquarters. No soundproofing here, so Kon bites his lip real hard, but it’s not enough to keep back the grunt when he wraps a hand around his aching cock.

Fuck Robin. Fuck him and his stupid evil plans and his stupid little smile and his stupid eyes and, oh shit, they were so blue.

And he knows he’s curling forward, curling in on himself, grit of the floor dragging across his forehead. But he feels like it hurts, so hard he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. Just holding on, hand wrapped low around himself, as his hips try to thrust forward. Shallow little movements because he can’t really move like this, but his spine really doesn’t want to uncurl itself and right now the floor is the only thing keeping him anchored. The only thing keeping him from breaking apart, and every thrust shocks a little gasp out of him, and this isn’t what he needs. But that just makes it better, because it makes it so easy to pretend, pretend it’s someone else’s hand on him. And yeah, that hand would tease him like this, leave him breathless like this, drive him crazy like this, even before the bastard turned evil.

Spoilers for the aftermath of Final Crisis: Legion Of 3 Worlds

Kon is really, really fascinated with all the ways Tim's body has changed and grown while Kon was 'dead'

UM I KIND OF REALLY WANT THIS!

Prompt contains character spoilers right up to Teen Titans #98

It's painfully obvious Rose has her eye on Kon, and now he's single it's only a matter of time before she makes her move. Tim, in a fit of desperation, insanity or sheer brilliance, decides to beat Rose to the punch using her favorite tactic.

Meaning Kon wakes up in the middle of the night to find Tim in his bed. Naked.

TIMMY! you little minx! go get your man. XD I'm sure kon will find this little surprise de-light-ful.

What it says on the tin. please oh please oh please?

I second this sooo much!

Cass Cain can read body language. To her, it's painfully obvious that Tim and Kon are crazy about each other. So why don't they see that?!

She never understood the whole "gay" thing.

Bad enough she was having problems with words but to find out there were words for concepts she didn't understand was even worse. Sexuality in general was confusing to her and now to find there were different types...well she was about done with the whole language thing altogether.

She'd never seen Conner and Tim in the same room together.

She'd spent more than enough time with Tim and had felt comfortable around him in a way she hadn't felt with anyone else. She didn't have to live up to his standards like Bruce, she wasn't being judged like with Dick and she wasn't being looked at like she was a victim like with Barbara. She knew Tim inside and out, he had what they called a "poker face", which was more than a song she found out, but his body spoke far more than his mouth ever did. She really thought she knew him.

She knew Conner of course, he was her first "crush". Another word that made no sense to her.

She had even rode the top of a train to Smallville once to see more of him before she had gotten to "know" him too. Conner wasn't like anyone else she knew. He talked a lot and was a lot of bluster but inside he was so vulnerable...she had realized pretty fast she would just end up hurting him even more. There was something else too, something she couldn't quite pick up on the first time. He liked her, he really did, but there was a hesitancy, an unsureness that made her think he didn't. Before now she didn't have a word for it.

Now she did.

Tim leans over the batcomputer, unconsciously mimicking Bruce as he concentrates. He is far more a detective than she ever will be and it shows as he flips through the images on the screen with a blur. Conner stands next to him, his arms crossed as he looks on. To anyone else he would look like he was standing at ease, striking a pose as he impatiently waited.

Anyone but her.

She could see how he kept his fists clenched, he was doing far more than that. The way he half leaned in yet kept pushing back, that he was forcing himself not to stand behind Tim as he worked. The straightness of his back as Tim shifted from one leg to another and he fought the urge to look down. She rolled her eyes as she Alfred walked in and he took a half step back.

"I assume you three would like something to drink?" he asked holding out the tray of beverages.

"Man I need a man servant!" Conner says walking over at grabbing for a bottled water. "I mean..." he stutters as Tim looks over at him from the computer. "...I just..." and then in a low voice. "Just shut up Conner."

She watches as Tim looks out of the corner of his eye as Conner downs the drink in one gulp. He sees him swallow as the black t shirt clings to the other boy like a second skin and he shifts again, this time not from standing too long. As soon as Conner looks back Tim focuses on the computer screen. She rolls her eyes again.

"Bored now." she says as she stops drying her hair with the towel. "Call when you got it." she says throwing the towel on the ground. As she points the grapple skywards she looks back at the two of them. "Get a room already." And she is gone.

Conner looks over at Tim. "What did she mean by that?" he asks, trying not to blush.

Tim shrugs as he feels his heart racing in his chest. "No idea." he answers curtly.

"Teenagers." Alfred sighs turning around and walking out quickly. "Honestly. you two are worse than Master Dick and Ms. Gordon." His voice echos down the stairway. "Be smarter than they were, do not use the cave."

Both of them forced themselves not to look at each other as they went back to work.




Edited at 2011-08-02 06:53 am (UTC)

After multiple times of people trying to use him as a virgin sacrifice, Tim decides it's time to lose his V-card. Enter Kon-el.

Yeeeeess, seconding!

Anything to do with Kon and Tim dealing with an overprotective/disapproving Papa Bats or other members of the bat family.

Kon would be the first to admit that compared to a Bat Supers aren't that bright. Not to say Kon isn't dumb, but it takes him a while to figure some things out. Usually after he figures things out he goes to Tim to get a solution, considering t he chances that Tim already knows about said problem (in his freaky, stalkerish-way) are pretty high.

Except this time his problem is that Tim doesn't know the problem because he is the problem. To be exact his family is the problem. Because everyone from the demon spawned Robin all the way to the silent Blackbat has taken the time out of their busy nocturnal schedules to give him a piece of their mind (with a piece of Kryptonite in tow).

The first time it happens Kon is pretty sure that he's just reading into things a little bit too much.

Because it's not too uncommon for Nightwing to swing by Titans Tower to check up on things. He is after all, one of the original founders. But it was a little strange how he kept referencing the importance of protection. Specifically between humans and aliens, half-aliens. The entire time he was halfway draped over Tim, who for the most part looked like this was something of a regular occurrence. Then when everyone was pretty much gone Nightwing pretty much hissed something about how San Francisco's power supply was much higher than that of Metropolis' and that it would be more than adequate to keep a Super down if certain precautions to protect the innocent weren't taken. But that wouldn't happen, because Kon would make sure the innocent, innocent, innocent, people of San Francisco were careful, wouldn't he? Kon had nodded, not quite sure of what was happening until he got slipped a condom.

The next time it happens Kon is still reeling from being handed a condom by Nightwing. The Red Hood is much more blunt about it. He pretty much shoves Kryptonite in his face and snarls something (Kon couldn't quite tell between the Kryptonite induced pain and the knife that was slowly drifting a little too low to be safe) about how he wasn't going to let another Robin fall. Nope, not on his watch. Because Tim was wearing his name (Red Robin, now, but it was still his name) it was only his duty as the elder brother to make sure that Tim was safe while wearing his mantle. It was his responsibility. Of course, he had a duty to protect the baby bird from molestation. Because that's what the Red Hood does. Protect children from big baddies. And Kon was a big baddy. Somewhere between that speech and an incredibly humiliating interrogation about his sex life Kon had been dropped off back at the tower in time for Tim to come in and say, "Jason? What are you doing here?". Between that and passing out he heard Jason mention something about closing a possible molestation case.

Young Justice era

Kon isn't sure which is worse, finding out Robin fooled around with his evil clone-twin, or finding out Robin fooled around with his evil clone-twin because he thought he was Kon! All in all, it makes everything even more complicated - how is Kon supposed to tell Robin that he's crushing on him now?!

When controlled by Luthor, he has Conner teach Tim a lesson about power. Can be non-con or dub-con.

SECONDED LIKE BURNING! XD

Tim figures out that Krypto is much smarter than anyone knows and has feelings for Conner. So Tim does Conner with some red k to make him a little more suggestible.

I would kind of like to see this.

Tim wants Kon to go back to wearing a costume--perferrably ones like he used to wear in YJ--because he misses being able to oogle Kon's untouchable backside.

Pining!Tim & Oblivious!Kon (but happy ending, of course ;D)

sorry forgot title! D:

*blushes*. oh jeez. I know that lately there has been a wave of tim crossdressing fics and art. but I can never get enough. And I would like to put a little twist on it.
As I know a lot of people like to think of logan lerman as their tim dreamcasting. And I found this gif from a scene in one of his movies(meet bill) where logan is in a lingerie store and modeling womans underwear for someone.So I want something based off of that scene(even vaugely).

so I want tim being cute and flirty( and only acting shy) as he is in the store modeling for kon...and then sexy times occur in the changeing room hopefully?*pleasepleaseplease*

http://-loganlerman.tumblr.com/post/1421508916/meet-bill-gifs-d

fffff. yes. this hits so many kinks.crossdressing and semi-publicsex?yes please.

Prince Kon-el has an entire harem of beautiful concubines but all he wants is Bruce Wayne's youngest sharp tongued-slave Tim.

(Preferably I'd like this to be set in a world where Kal-el and Lex Luther rule part of the world while other superheroes like Batman rule other domains)

Second! EVERY meme needs a master/slave AU!

For the sake of peaceful alliances in the future Bruce and Clark arrange for Tim and Kon to be married. They aren't very happy about it...at first.

The negotiations had progressed at a glacier’s pace off and on for months. Three months, two weeks, four days to be precise. Tim felt his brow pinching up and his lips twitching into a frown. He inhaled and consciously relaxed his facial muscles—tried to exhale his unease and simply enjoy the feel of Dick’s protective arm slung across his shoulder after so many months apart. He couldn’t quite manage it.

Tim, Jason, Cass, and Damian had received Bruce’s summons yesterday evening and while Dick had pretty much assaulted all his siblings with physical affection the instant they disembarked the Wayne Jet, he’d latched onto Tim like one of Poison Ivy’s vines and hadn’t released him since. Now in the tense silence of the limo bearing his family downtown to the repurposed Daily Planet building, Tim bit the inside of his bottom lip as Dick used his one-armed hug to pull Tim even closer and press a kiss into his hair.

“Everything is going to work out,” Dick promised before resting his chin atop Tim’s head. Tim for his part looked straight ahead, watching as Cass’ eyes narrowed further.

“Dick, what’s going on?” Tim asked softly, “You’ve got me sc—ah, worried. A bit.”

Dick straightened up. In his peripheral vision, Tim could see Dick glaring blue death in Bruce’s direction.

Bruce frowned, “We concluded the negotiations with the Kryptonians.”

“No shit,” Jason grumbled, crossing his arms over his broad chest against the coming explanation for Bruce and Dick’s increasingly troubling manner, “We figured that one out for ourselves.”

Bruce quelled Jason with a strong look then plunged on, “We wanted the family here when the finished document is signed. To support…”

Worryingly, Bruce’s expression shifted. Just the tightening of a few muscles around his eyes, but suddenly Bruce looked distinctly uncomfortable.

“Bruce?” Jason barked.

Dick brought his free hand to Tim’s chin and turned his head to look Tim in the eyes.

“I don’t think Bruce can say this,” Dick sighed, “We fought them on this, but the Kryptonians wouldn’t change they’re—well really his—position.”

“Kept invoking the importance of family,” Bruce grumbled to the tinted glass window. “Like I don’t understand—”

“Clark wanted insurance. Apparently we’ve made him a shade cynical over the years,” Dick smirked, but his eyes didn’t dance with their usual mirth.

“You’re staking around the issue,” Tim frowned. “What sort of insurance did he want?”

Dick’s hand flexed on his shoulder before he explained, “He wants you to marry his son, Kon-El.”

Tim blinked several times. Dick watched him closely with a concerned expression. Tim hardly heard Jason’s indignant squawk of “What the fuck?” and saw but didn’t truly register Cass’ bared teeth. His focus was turned inward, a deluge of a thousand rationalizations, possible contingency plans, and future projections all blurring into a hum of images and thoughts and worries and—his stomach felt—his chest felt tight.

“I understand,” Tim distantly heard himself say in a dull flat tone, “There is a long history across many cultures attesting to the use of arranged marriages as a guarantee on treaties or similar arrangements.”
Bruce nodded. “A measure of each side’s commitment.”

Then his panic rushed in like color and the world refocused.

“But what about—? Dick told me last week you got the ‘No Kryptonians in Gotham without my express permission’ clause! I’ll have to stay in Metropolis. With a guy I’ve never even met. What about Gotham? What about my responsibilities as Robin?” Tim couldn’t stop the rush of words from escaping. In his mind’s eye he could see his family, all suited up in their protector’s garb, walking away. Heading back to Gotham, to his home, and leaving him behind.

He hadn’t felt this sort of panic constricting his rib cage since his parents had been trampled at a demonstration turned fear-crazed mob protesting the very first wave of Kryptonian colonization.

“Damian can take over as Robin.” Bruce announced, answering all of Tim’s fears in six simple words, one sentence, one moment. “He’s ready.”

Kon survived the fight with Superboy Prime while miles away in Bludhaven, Tim died saving people from burning buildings.

Oh my god. I didn't know I needed this until now. Someone pleasePLEASE fill this.

Kon finds out that Tim's first Robin adventure involved him wearing Jason's old suit, complete with the pretty green Robin panties. This breaks Kon's brain in the best kind of way.

oh the robin panties never die. and they never should.
seconding. is it bad that i want kon to do something pervy like ask him to put it on again? because we all know that kon would so want to see that.

Inspired by the Arranged Marriage prompt up there. Only it's Bruce and Clark who are getting married. Will Tim and Kon's upcoming stepbrotherhood put the brakes on their maybe-more-than friendship? WIll Kon survive being one of the Batfamily? Can they all survive the very public wedding of Bruce Wayne?

SECONDED

Robin ends up in Hawaii with Superboy. Maybe he tracked a criminal there, maybe he's just visiting. Either way, Kon's really excited to show Robin his favorite hang outs.

Except Robin hates bright sunlight and crowded places and generally drawing attention to himself, what with him supposedly being an urban legend and all.

But Kon is determined he's going to have beach-side frolicking times with Robin, even if he has to take Robin there in the middle of the night. And dump him in the ocean. It's totally for Robin's own good.

this sounds adorbs. :D seconded.

Following the aftermath of Final Crisis, so spoilers for that

Established relationship from before Infinite Crisis. The first time Kon and Tim sleep together after Kon's resurrection. For Kon, it seems like barely any time has passed since they were last together, but for Tim it's been well over a year. Angsty or fluffy (or both), I don't mind. :D

[So this “Reunion Sex” is not porn, for which I apologize. If anyone’s inclined to post an alternate fill to this prompt, I very much encourage it.

Same day as the hug in Red Robin #9. Kon was dating Tim instead of Cassie before his death.]

Gotham

Kon was appalled to see the apartment where Tim was living. It wasn’t the mess, because he knew Tim could get too focused on work to bother with the little details. It’s the coldness. Like, literal coldness. Tim’s got some fancy heating/AC unit that probably cost as much as the whole Kent farm and he hadn’t even bothered to program it.

Oh, yeah, and there’s the fact that nothing looks lived in. Nothing’s unpacked. The furniture probably came with the apartment and the coffee machine is the only thing not covered in a layer of dust.

Kon flipped open the panel to the heating controls and stared at the buttons. Okay, he got the arrows and the numbers, but what were the Greek letters for? He reached out to push an “up” arrow, hoping it was for temperature, and felt Tim’s hand close around his wrist.

“Bad idea,” Tim said. He’d pulled off his cowl and his limp, unwashed hair hung down around his eyes. “That triggers the security system. Are you cold?” He gave Kon a curious look.

“No, but you should be,” Kon said. He pulled his hand back. “It’s freezing in here.”

Tim frowned, but he pushed a framed inspirational poster to the side and opened a hidden panel. It occurred to Kon, as Tim reprogrammed the climate control, that for a guy who was already a paranoid freak, Tim was really pushing that “paranoid freak” thing to the limits.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Tim announced, slipping the poster neatly back in place. “There’s a good Thai place around the corner. You want dinner?”

“I want you,” Kon said. He put his hand on Tim’s cheek.

Tim rubbed the spot between his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s been a while since I’ve spent much time with anyone who wasn’t trying to kill me.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But I need a shower. Seriously, you don’t how much I sweat in this armor.” He tapped the bandoliers of his “Red Robin” costume.

Kon conceded with a wave of his hand. “Fine. I’ll be here when you get out.”

Tim emerged from the bathroom a bit later with clean, damp hair, wearing a t-shirt and an old pair of sweats. Kon sucked in his breath in shock.

“Jesus, Tim,” he said, sliding off the bed and towards his boyfriend. Tim had always been on the skinny side, but he’d had slightly chubby cheeks and just enough softness to cover the hard muscles he’d built as Robin. Now the softness was gone. The chubby cheeks were gone. Anything that wasn’t muscle or bone had been burned away. Tim’s eyes looked dark and sunken and Kon could see fresh scars on his arms, red marks that hadn’t yet faded to white. Kon pressed a hand against Tim’s chest.

“What?” Tim asked, genuinely confused.

“Don’t you eat?” Kon asked.

“I had a growth spurt,” Tim said, pulling away from Kon’s touch. True, he was a little taller, but he’s lost weight, Kon was sure of it, and - wait, the way, Tim moved -

“Take off your shirt,” Kon ordered.

“Kon, your seduction technique needs work,” Tim forced a smile.

“I’ve got X-Ray vision, Tim. You can’t hide it from me,” Kon said. He folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t care if he sounded like an overbearing parent at this point.

Tim slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing an angry, still-healing gash across his stomach. Kon could see the marks where stitches had been recently removed.

“God, Tim,” he whispered. “What did that to you?” He rested his hands on Tim’s hips and studied the wound.

“Sword,” Tim said. “Caught me by surprise.”

Classic trope of kink memes everywhere - some twisted villain has set Tim and Kon up in a scenario where if they don't have sex, they'll die! Maybe it's a poison, maybe it's the only way to break a magic spell, maybe it's part of an alien ritual. Either way, get those pants off boys!

Filled! It's very long and people don't actually seem to be using the "anonymous" feature for most of the fills anyway, so here's a link.

Warning: There is always dubious consent inherent with this particular situation, and that came up in this fic because Tim is much too hard on himself. They both consent to the act, but Tim especially is screwed up by it being necessary.

Under Pressure

While having sex with Cassie Kon moans the wrong name. Thinking it's just a fantasy of Kon's that'll go away if acted on, she invites Tim to join them. The results aren't what she hopes for.

Angsty/hopeful!Cassie
reluctant/confused!Kon
hopeful/reluctant/confused!Tim

this just made my brain implode. SECONDED. SO HARD.

Tim and Kon both manage to get caught on a mission and are tied up as captives. Specifically, they're tied to each other. Face to face. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. (You get the idea.) Which means that there's not really much hiding it from each other when their hormones start to take interest in their current position.

Feel free to be creative about how Kon could be tied up. Maybe this happens when he's temporarily lost his powers, or there's magic involved, since Supers never do well with magic...

Aww, man, seconded! Somebody definitely needs to fill this, like, stat.