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01 August 2011 @ 02:20 am
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♥ This meme is for Tim/Kon prompts. Gen prompts focusing on the friendship between Tim and Kon are also accepted. The relationship between Tim and Kon should be the main focus of the prompt or fill.

♥ Both anon and signed-in posts are welcome.

♥ One prompt per comment. You may post as many comments as you wish.

♥ All canons and continuities welcome. This extends to games, movies and television, be it animated or live-action.

♥ When filling, add the word FILL to your subject line. When prompting, try to include keywords in your subject line.

♥ Warn for anything that could be triggering. For those who do not want to use specific warnings, please warn for ‘no warnings’ or ‘disturbing content’ as applicable.

♥ Be respectful and warn for spoilers!

♥ Please report your fills. Multiple fills are encouraged.

These are an extremely condensed version of the rules. Please try to take the time to read through the full rules when you can. If you have any questions, let me know here.
 
 
 
(Anonymous) on August 3rd, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
Costume!kink, Robin panties
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.
(Anonymous) on August 3rd, 2011 05:31 pm (UTC)
Re: Costume!kink, Robin panties
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.
Salmon Pinksalmon_pink on August 3rd, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)
Re: Costume!kink, Robin panties
Oh man, I kind of need this to get filled.
We're only several miles from the sunanimegoil on August 6th, 2011 08:08 am (UTC)
Fill: the costume makes the man 1/2
It’s all Bart’s fault.

Kon isn’t surprised at all. Most things usually are.

It happens because Bart is so incredibly bored that he’s decided to go through every single book in the library of the Titans Tower. No one complains because heck, the things Bart learns on his reading sprees are usually pretty useful at some point.

“Kon! KonkonkonkonKON!”

Kon jumps at least a food in the air and spills cereal and milk all over his lap as Bart pretty much explodes into being next to him. Kon has become more or less impervious to Bart’s abrupt appearances, but Bart’s not usually shrieking at the same time.

“Aw, fuck, man, my pants are wet!” Kon scrambles for a napkin and begins to dab at his pants cringing as the wet, cold feeling soaks past his jeans, past his underwear, and eeeew.

“Oh man, Kon, you gotta look at this it’s hysterical, it’s amazing, it’s pure blackmail, can we print it on a giant posterboard and laminate it and—”

Bart!” Kon slaps his hand on top of Bart’s head to stop Bart from freakin’ vibrating through the floor. “Dude, chill, save that energy for something really useful, like, girls or something. Heh, imagine what you could do with those vibrati—”

“No, no, no, look at this!” Bart shoves something under his nose, and Kon has to lean back to figure out what it is, because all he sees is a glob of colors at first.

Then his jaw drops.

“Is that a picture of—”

“Nightwing!” Bart crows in victory.

Oh man. This is pure blackmail.




Superpowers are awesome. It means that by the time Tim stops being an antisocial nerd and decides to come out of the substitute cave he’s turned his room into, Bart and Kon have indeed run to the nearest print shop, printed the picture onto giant 12x16 poster board, laminated it and gone back to the Tower to hang it across the living room.

Tim freezes when he walks into the room.

“Uh.” He looks at Kon and Bart, who at this point are able to keep a mostly-straight face on only because they’ve already spent the past hour laughing their asses off. “Why is that there?”

“Inspiration,” Kon says.

“Motivation,” Bart adds. “So that we never go back to those dark ages.”

“So that we stay the handsome sons-o’-bitches we are right now. Minus you,of course. Your buzz kill tendencies sort of cancel out your looks.” Kon grins apologetically, but this is too much of a long-running joke between them to let the opportunity pass.

“Oh God.” Tim covers his eyes and walks past them into the kitchen. “Take that down before my brain melts. I mean, it’s not like we don’t give him enough grief about it.” He glances at the picture of the Titans, with Starfire’s massive cloud of hair, Jericho’s shirt, and the worst part: Nightwing’s original outfit.

“More like Discowing,” Bart giggles.

“How did anyone even take him seriously?” Kon wonders, braving another look at it. It’s so horrible you can only glance at it occasionally.
We're only several miles from the sunanimegoil on August 6th, 2011 08:09 am (UTC)
Fill: the costume makes the man 2/2
Tim shakes his head and opens the refrigerator and takes out one of the yogurts he and Cassie like so much. “Did you ever see the original Robin costume? Nightwing was pretty used to flashy costumes, so to speak.”

Kon strokes his jaw thoughtfully, “Is that the one that kinda but not really looks like yours?”

“Oh, this one!” Bart reappears with the album, and flips to an earlier picture. “The scaly underwear costume?”

Tim chokes slightly on a spoonful of yogurt. “Uh, yeah, that one.”

“That is a fashion crime right there if I’ve ever seen one.” Kon gags and Bart giggles again as he flips through the rest of the pictures at light speed. “Man, that’s like, European bathing-suit bad, can you imagine that thing riding up your ass?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t all that comfortable.” Tim wrinkles his nose, looking like he’s… remembering.

Kon blinks. “Wait. Wait. Please tell me you didn’t—”

Tim begins turning red. That adorable little cherry-red that spreads even to the tip of his nose. “Dude, Kon, I didn’t have a choice. I had to use the last Robin’s costume, there wasn’t one for me yet cause I wasn’t a Robin at that time. Trust me, that was the first thing I changed.”

Kon barely registers whatever it is Tim just said. He feels his jaw muscle slacking and manages to tense it again before it drops all the way down to the floor. He’s looking at Tim muttering something at Bart, who’s gleefully going through the pictures and making comments in between peals of laughter, but he’s not really seeing. He glances at one of the pictures and sees it – the little red jacket, the cute yellow cape, and the scaly green underwear.

“Dude, Kon, seriously, it’s not that big a deal,” Tim mutters darkly, cheeks still pink even as he tries to be menacing. As if he could pull it off, when Kon has seen him playing with kittens and making flower necklaces with Arsenal’s daughter. “If you hold this against me, I swear I’ll hack your room’s controls and turn off the hot water.”

Kon has to make a conscious effort not to glance down at Tim’s lap. “Uh, yeah, of course, man. You gotta do what you gotta do.”

“Yeah, and you did it in style,” Bart adds, snickering.

“Shut it, Bart.” Tim ducks his head and continues eating his yogurt, and at any other moment, Kon would be grinning like crazy because he knows Tim is still completely mortified and this is prime teasing territory.

But Kon thinks something just short-circuited in his brain, because all it’s doing is mentally cutting out teenage-Nightwing’s face from the pictures and pasting in Tim’s.

Tim.

In scaly green underwear.

Kon’s brain imagines running his fingers along the ridges of smooth, hard scales and cupping that firm weight in his hands, and the suddenness and realness of the thought jolts him back to reality and he’s really glad that he’s sitting at a table and there’s a tabletop covering him.

And those legs. Kon imagines Tim doing all his usual flips and tricks, doing a roundhouse kick, flying through the air with his jumplines, doing a split— all with that smooth expanse of pale white skin, firm, lean muscle bulging and contracting, flawless, just out in the open to squeeze and stroke, the knobby bones of his ankles peeking out above those pixie boots— Kon swallows and shifts in his chair.

“Um, hey, I just remembered I left the Xbox on,” he says, turning in his chair so that by the time he stands up he’s got his back to them. “Gonna go turn it off before the stupid thing overheats.”

Tim and Bart frown, but Tim shrugs and goes back to his yogurt and Bart keeps on flipping through the pictures, somehow having laid out half the fridge’s contents around him as he does so.

Kon pats himself on the back for best excuse ever and hurries to his room.
We're only several miles from the sunanimegoil on August 6th, 2011 08:10 am (UTC)
Fill: the costume makes the man - omake
“Hey, what’s up, baby Supes?”

Kon swallows down an immediate protest to the nickname. It’s all for a larger purpose, after all. He adjusts the communicator in his ear. “Uh, hey, Nightwing. I had, um, a question for you.”

“What can I do ya for?” Nightwing is definitely grinning. Kon can totally hear it.

“So… you know your old Robin costume?”

“Uh… well, yeah, I know it pretty well…”

“Any chance there’s an extra around somewhere?” There’s a moment of silence, and yeah, Nightwing is probably wondering what the hell this is about so Kon adds, “It’s, um, for a joke. Bart and I are trying to play a joke on Tim.”

“Really?” Nightwing’s voice is absolutely gleeful. “Anything to show my kid brother the meaning of fun. I bet there’s one that escaped our spring cleaning. I’ll see if I can dig it up for ya.”

“Awesome.” And because Kon can’t ever keep his mouth shut, “By the way, glad you’ve ditched the 80’s gear, Discowing.”

Nightwing groans. “Seriously, will people ever let it go?”

Kon smirks. “Probably not.”

“Meany. Well, I gotta go catch some baddies, but I’ll let ya know when I find it.”

“Cool.”

The line goes dead and Kon exhales.




Kon is not going to tell anyone, ever, how long he held the outfit in his hands, turning it over and rubbing it between his fingers as he imagined Tim in it. But now that he’s thoroughly exhausted and enjoyed every fantasy he’d come up with, it’s time for action.

“Hey, Tim!” Kon calls out, flying over and landing at Tim’s doorway. Tim glances up from his computer, face bathed in blue, raising an eyebrow in query.

Kon leans against the doorway, crossing his arm and putting on his best leering, knock-the-ladies-out grin and rakes his eyes over Tim’s body meaningfully. Tim just stares back, probably confused as to why Kon was looking at him with a look usually reserved for hot cheerleaders, until he catches sight of what Kon is holding in his hand. Kon relishes the sound of Tim’s heartbeat suddenly skyrocketing. Kon licks his lips slowly, imagining those slim legs exposed and how tight certain other body parts would look in certain other parts of the outfit. He waggles his eyebrows.

“Any chance you’d wear the old Robin costume for me?”
(Anonymous) on August 6th, 2011 10:10 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: the costume makes the man - omake
LOL This was adorbs! Good ol' Discowing!
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Re: Fill: the costume makes the man - omake - animegoil on August 6th, 2011 06:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
doyou123doyou123 on August 6th, 2011 05:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: the costume makes the man - omake
eeek! this was great! oh dick, oh bart, oh kon. never change.

*I happen to be the anon who suggested kon asking tim to put it on again*
I am so happy you put that last line in there. oh, my cackling laughter.
Re: Fill: the costume makes the man - omake - animegoil on August 6th, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Fill: the costume makes the man - omake - doyou123 on August 6th, 2011 07:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Salmon Pinksalmon_pink on August 8th, 2011 12:51 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: the costume makes the man - omake
I love how helpless people are for those damn scaly panties! This was awesome and the omake was hot! XD
ayziliaayzilia on August 16th, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: the costume makes the man - omake
Oh, I loved this fic to death. Silly Tim letting it slip he'd worn the green panties. I especially love this line:

"As if he could pull it off, when Kon has seen him playing with kittens and making flower necklaces with Arsenal’s daughter."

Tim is such a sweetheart. And Kon won't let him forget it. So cute. Thank you for all the smiles this fill provided. :)
Salmon Pinksalmon_pink on March 7th, 2012 12:50 am (UTC)
FILL - Green With Frenzy (1)
“Seriously?” Kon asks, and his voice is kind of quiet, kind of husky. Probably from holding back his laughter, and Tim frowns down at the notebook he’s reading through, fingers moving lightly over schematics and diagrams.

There’s a reason he’s never really told Kon about this before. He knows exactly what Kon thinks about the original Robin suits, the ones Dick and Jason wore, has heard every single joke Kon’s ever made about them.

If Tim’s not there to hear the jokes, Kon makes a point of texting them to him.

“Seriously,” Tim confirms without looking back. He doesn’t really want to see the look of glee on Kon’s face right now, because he’s very aware he just gave Kon months of ammunition for teasing. “My first time out as Robin, I wore Jason’s old suit.”

He’s expecting Kon to dissolve into giggles, but instead Kon doesn’t say anything. Which probably means Kon’s spoiled for choice, can’t decide which crappy joke to go for first. Tim isn’t really sure why he even told Kon. It just seemed easier to explain Jason’s comments and cope with the consequences than deal with the scandalised expression on Kon’s face and whatever conclusions he was obviously jumping to.

Figures Kon would show up during Tim’s latest fight with the Red Hood just in time to hear Jason gloating about Tim wearing yet another of his hand-me-downs with a pointed sneer at the Red Robin uniform.

It probably wouldn’t have been a big deal if Jason hadn’t felt the need to add that crack about this one not involving hotpants.

And Jason’s the one who chose to wear those green shorts, so Tim doesn’t know where he gets off calling them hotpants, because isn’t that more insulting to Jason than Tim? But Tim’s long since given up trying to figure out how Jason’s mind works.

However, Tim does know how Kon’s mind works, so he knows that silence can’t be a good thing. He kind of wants to turn around, look over his shoulder at where Kon’s sat on the foot of the bed, but he’s had lots of practice ignoring the need to fidget, so he concentrates on the notebook instead.

Reading like this, sprawled out on his stomach, isn’t particularly comfortable, but Jason had managed to get in a cheap shot to his kidneys, and stretching his back out means less pain in the morning.

“Seriously?” Kon says again, sounding kind of choked.

Tim makes a vague humming noise. He’s told Kon, there’s no taking it back, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to keep repeating himself for Kon’s amusement.

More silence. Tim can feel himself starting to get annoyed. If he knows he’s going to be made fun of, he’d rather just get it over with. Then he can start up with his own comebacks, his own retorts. It’s not like he doesn’t have a sense of humour, not like he can’t make fun of himself or deal with other people making fun of him. But waiting for it like this is just putting him on edge.

There’s a rustle of fabric behind him, the mattress shifting, and then Kon’s warmth is suddenly hovering directly above him. Strong hands on his hips, moving too fast for Tim to do more than huff out a surprised breath when Kon pulls them back and up. T-shirt rucked up his chest by the movement, heels of his hands burning slightly with how quickly they’re dragged over the sheets, and Tim throws an arm out awkwardly to keep himself from head-butting the mattress because of the sudden change in position.

The notebook drops noisily to the floor, and Tim squeezes his eyes shut to allow his equilibrium to adjust.
Salmon Pinksalmon_pink on March 7th, 2012 12:51 am (UTC)
FILL - Green With Frenzy (2)
He can feel the way Kon’s hands are supporting most of his weight, the rest balanced between his knees and the arm braced in front of his face.

“Conner, wha-”

Seriously?” Kon hisses, and it hits Tim that it wasn’t suppressed laughter that was making Kon sound strained. He knows that edge to Kon’s voice, although it’s been a while since he’s heard it.

It takes him back instantly, sharp and sudden as a slap to the face. Back to the days when they were part of Young Justice and neither of them had really figured out what their feelings for each other were or what to do with them. Bickering and winding each other up, because that seemed like the easiest way to communicate, the safest way.

And back then, Kon’s voice would get that edge, that hard and yet slightly rattled tone, and it took Tim way too long to figure out that it meant Kon didn’t know whether to hit him or kiss him.

It was all about the way Tim teased Kon, even if he never realised he was doing it, but it was only fair because Kon was doing exactly the same right back at Tim, driving him crazy until just being in the same room as Kon used to leave him tense, heart pounding inside his chest.

But they’re not like that now, they both know how they feel about each other. Nowadays, the teasing is intentional, because they both know the payoff, both know they’re allowed to touch.

And Tim isn’t actually teasing Kon right now, he’s simply telling the truth.

Kon doesn’t appear to care.

It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, because apparently his body is still conditioned to react to that tone, and he shivers for it, knows Kon feels it because his fingers dig into Tim’s hips a little harder. Hard enough that there are going to be finger-shaped bruises there, and Tim can’t fight the way that just makes him shiver harder still.

“You-” Kon pants a little, like he can’t catch his breath. “You went out in those - In the damn -” He drags Tim’s hips a little higher, enough that Tim’s knees almost leave the bed, toes sliding over the sheets as he tries to adjust. Kon’s breath feels painfully hot against the small of Tim’s back. “You went out in those damn panties?!”

And it should be ridiculous, should be a joke, but Kon sounds so serious, so angry and flustered and frustrated.

So possessive, and Tim hears himself make a soft noise that sounds far too close to a whimper, and pushes his face down harder against the back of his arm.

“Did you - Did you let people see you like that?!” Kon groans, pressing his mouth wetly to the base of Tim’s spine, the words dragging his lips against Tim’s skin. “Your legs, God, your bare legs.”

His hands are sliding lower, except they feel like they’re still right where they were, and Tim realises distantly that it’s Kon’s TTK that’s holding him now instead, clinging to his hips and supporting his weight. Kon’s hands palm at his ass, and Tim keeps his eyes scrunched shut and tries to breathe, the air fogging up damp and heavy between his mouth and the mattress.

And, oh God, that was a whine, high and needy and escaping from his throat before he can clamp down on it, because Kon’s thumbs are spreading his ass through his boxer-briefs.
Salmon Pinksalmon_pink on March 7th, 2012 12:52 am (UTC)
FILL - Green With Frenzy (3)
“You let them see you like that, but not me?” Kon growls, and then he’s licking at Tim, strong, hard path up the cleft of his ass, pressing the material against Tim’s skin. Tongue catching against Tim’s hole before he’s licking at it, rasping the fabric against the sensitive skin there. Tongue pushing in sharp little stabbing motions, and Tim feels himself clenching then opening under the attention, twitching for it, can’t help the way his body reacts. There’s the strange sensation of the very tip of Kon’s fabric-covered tongue pushing inside, and Tim’s ears are burning with embarrassment and need.

And Kon isn’t stopping, hands spreading Tim wide enough that it almost hurts. Tim’s free arm comes up over his head, trying to cover himself, trying to hide. Because it feels like Kon is punishing him, and he’s so damn hard for it he can barely breathe.

Doesn’t matter how much of himself he’s willing to share with Kon, because there’s always going to be that part of him that needs to cling to his control. But right now Kon is manhandling him, using him as he sees fit, and Tim’s mortified at the way it makes his cock ache and throb and pulse inside his boxer-briefs.

Fuck,” Kon snarls against him, and it feels like the word is vibrating right down into him and the noise Tim makes is almost a sob.

“You - You’re going to -” Kon turns his head, bites at the cheek of Tim’s ass, holds on until Tim’s gasping and scratching his nails over his scalp, pulling at his own hair just to have something to grip. When Kon’s teeth let go, Tim can’t fight back a groan at the loss of sensation.

“You’re going to let me see you like that,” Kon rasps, voice low and angry, and then his thumb is pushing against Tim’s hole through the fabric, rubbing against it in tight, jerky little movements. “Right? Tell me! Tell me you’re going to let me see!”

His thumb pushes a little harder, not quite inside but just enough that it’s holding Tim open, no matter how much he clenches, body trying for more. Tim trembles and nods, forehead damp with sweat as it moves against his arm. “Yes, I’ll - Yes.”

“You’re gonna dress up in those panties for me!” Kon growls and his thumb is moving now, flexing against Tim’s hole but never really pushing in.

Yes,” Tim groans, mortified at how earnest he sounds, at the way he’s struggling against the TTK’s hold, trying to push back against Kon’s thumb.

“Wanna see you in them, wanna see you hard in them,” Kon pants, dragging the fabric up and down Tim’s cleft with his fingers, friction and sensation and not enough, not what Tim needs. “Fucking panties stretched around your cock or, shit, bet there’s a jock in them.”

And suddenly there’s a firm, curved surface cupping Tim’s cock, the exact same size and shape as the jock he wears under the Red Robin uniform. Kon’s TTK, and it’s right there, Tim can feel it, but he can’t push against it. Can’t rub against it, and he’s definitely sobbing now, dry and hurt little noises that he’s never heard himself make before.

“Gonna bend you over in them, see your tight little ass.” Kon’s almost slurring now, and he pushes his face down against Tim’s ass, rubs his cheek against the boxer-briefs, licks up against the thumb still driving Tim crazy. “Bend you over the Batmobile, watch you scratch up the paintwork as you go fucking crazy for it!”

“Yes,” Tim hisses, every muscle tense as he strains against the TTK, trying to push into the invisible cup, trying to push back on to Kon’s thumb. “Anything, please.”

“God, yeah, grind up against you,” Kon mutters against his skin. “Get you wound up, just like this. Watch you make a fucking mess of those panties as you come all over yourself!”
Salmon Pinksalmon_pink on March 7th, 2012 12:54 am (UTC)
FILL - Green With Frenzy (4)
Tim keens, toes flexing against the sheets, before he turns and bites against the skin of his wrist, feeling like he can’t breathe, like he’s going to die like this, Kon driving him insane, making him need this, making him submit.

And then, just like that, the TTK jock is gone, Kon’s thumb is gone, the heat of Kon’s breath against him is gone. Just the TTK grip on his hips holding him up and Kon’s voice sounding rough and hungry as he murmurs, “Good little Robin.” Right before the flat of his palm slams down against Tim’s ass, ringing slap that makes Tim surge forwards, teeth digging into his wrist almost hard enough to break the skin as he tries to muffle the wrecked, desperate wail that wrenches its way out of him. Sharp and sudden vertigo as he flushes, cock pulsing as he comes inside his boxer-briefs, hips still desperately trying to thrust and buck against a hold that won’t give.

It almost hurts, coming like that, no real touch, no real pressure, and Tim’s whimpering and shaking, feeling fucked out and weak. It takes far too much energy just to turn his head, to look back at Kon.

Who’s floating just behind him, bent over in midair, hand shoved down his boxers as he roughly works himself. Free hand pushing the waistband lower, so Tim can see the flushed curve of his cock as Kon pumps at it, the slick head moving between his fingers. Then Kon’s reaching out, hand pressing against the base of Tim’s spine, and Tim makes a soft noise, high in the back of his throat, as Kon grunts and aims and comes with a hot, wet rush against Tim’s lower back and ass.

Tim groans and buries his face against his arm again and tries to get his breathing back under control.

He doesn’t look up until he feels Kon’s weight settle back against the mattress beside him.

The last thing he wants to do is move, but he forces himself to roll over, wincing at the way it pulls his boxer-briefs over too-sensitive skin.

Kon’s staring at him. His cheeks are flushed, the hair at his temples curling slightly with sweat, his lips parted and a little swollen. Still, his eyes are focused, watching Tim curiously.

Tim feels himself scowl a little. “What?” he grumbles. His boxer-briefs feel gross. From both sides.

Kon’s smile is soft and annoyingly affectionate. “Nothing. Just waiting for you to start freaking out, is all.”

Tim snorts and curls forward a little so he can reach down and start shoving the boxer-briefs down his legs. “Why would I freak out?”

Kon’s smile gets a little wider. “Because, Mr. Control Freak, you always freak out when you’re not the one giving orders.”

Tim freezes, one knee awkwardly bent off the bed, fingers still gripping his waistband. “I don’t give orders during sex!”

That gets him a chuckle, and Tim resumes kicking off the boxer-briefs a little more aggressively. “You so do. And, F.Y.I., it’s totally hot.” Kon reaches over, touching two fingers to Tim’s hip, and the TTK pushes the boxer-briefs off Tim’s ankles and tosses them to the floor. “But sometimes I get to be in control, and you lose your fucking mind over how good it is, and then you do that weird, quiet freak out thing where you pretend everything is fine but you’re secretly going nuts.”

Kon’s fingers are still on his hip, rubbing in a small circle. Kon’s still smiling, but there’s a carefulness to the way he’s touching Tim, like he’s handling a loaded weapon.

There’s a part of Tim that wants to protest, maybe get indignant, maybe even turn it into an argument. But he knows he’d only be doing it to change the subject, to deflect Kon’s attention.

He can do that with a lot of people and get away with it, but Kon isn’t one of them.
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