conner kent and tim drake eating you out at the same time. ˚.✦
You love testing your boyfriend's egos, you love how their own fragile masculinity made them end up laying on their stomach, fighting for a taste of your pussy.
One of Conner's hands is pushing your right thigh open, Tim is pressing the left one, making it impossible for you to spread more for them. At this moment, Tim is focusing on your clit, his tongue doing tight circles around the bundle of nerves while Conner pumps two fingers in and out of you and, oh wait! They switched, Tim pushed Conner's fingers out and now he's the one curling three inside of you.
"Dude, c'mon! I was busy there!" Conner flickers his tongue, rolling his eyes before bringing his thumb to your clit, returning the pressure you lost there.
You’re already a trembling, dripping mess, thighs shaking under their iron grips, and they’re still finding new ways to turn this into a goddamn competition.
Tim’s mouth is back on your clit the second he shoves Conner’s fingers aside, sucking hard enough that your hips buck involuntarily. A high, broken whine rips out of you.
“Fuck, Tim!”
“See?” Tim mumbles right against you, voice smug and muffled, lips vibrating. “Told you she likes the suction. You were just flicking around like you’re trying to win a staring contest with her clit.”
Conner snorts, not even bothering to lift his head from where he’s licking long, filthy stripes up the side of your folds, catching the slick that Tim’s ignoring.
“She’s clenching harder on my fingers now, genius. Maybe because I actually know how to find the spot instead of just bullying her clit like it owes me money.”
He crooks those thick fingers again, deeper this time, and you practically levitate off the mattress with a strangled “Ngh—ah! God!”
Tim immediately retaliates by flattening his tongue and dragging it up your entire slit in one obscene pull before sealing his lips around your clit again.
“She literally just said ‘oh god’ when I did that. You heard it. I have witnesses.”
“You’re the only witness and you’re biased as fuck,” Conner fires back. He noses in closer, shouldering Tim half out of the way so he can suck one of your inner lips into his mouth, tugging gently. “There we go, baby. That’s it. You like it when I’m messy, don’t you? Yeah you do.”
You’re trying to speak. You really are.
“Both of you, shut t-the fuck—shut up—” It comes out slurred, pathetic, more moan than sentence.
They both pause, just long enough to look up at you with matching shit-eating grins, chins shiny, pupils blown.
Conner’s the first to break. “Nah. You’re cute when you’re mad and wet.”
Tim hums in agreement, then pointedly drags the flat of his tongue over your clit again while maintaining eye contact. “And you’re cuter when you’re crying about it.”
You try to snap your thighs closed out of pure overwhelmed spite.
They don’t let you.
Conner’s forearm pins your right leg wide, Tim’s hand clamps down harder on the left, and suddenly there are two tongues trying to occupy the same space at once.
It’s uncoordinated. It’s obscene. It’s so fucking much.
Conner growls when Tim’s tongue accidentally slides over his. “Bro. Personal space.”
“You’re literally nose-deep in my girlfriend’s pussy with me, don’t ‘bro’ me right now.”
“She’s my girlfriend too, asshole!”
You let out a desperate, laughing sob. “You’re both—fucking idiots—please—”
“Please what, princess?” Conner purrs, finally giving you a reprieve by kissing the crease of your thigh instead. “Please make you come? Please stop arguing? Please admit I’m better?”
Tim snorts against your clit. “She’s gonna come on my tongue first and you know it. Feel how she’s fluttering? That’s for me.”
Conner immediately pushes two fingers back inside you, right alongside the two Tim already has there, and curls them.
Your whole body locks up. A sound you didn’t even know you could make punches out of your throat.
Then Conner grins like a shark. “Hear that? She said ‘someone.’ Not you specifically.”
Tim rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t fall out of his skull, then dives back in with renewed focus—tight, fast circles on your clit while his fingers grind against that spot that makes your vision white out.
Conner matches him beat for beat, thicker fingers stretching you wider, curling harder, the wet squelch of it all embarrassingly loud.
“Fuck, she’s close,” Conner mutters, almost reverent. “You feel that? She’s gripping me so fucking tight.”
Tim’s voice is wrecked. “Yeah. Because I’m the one on her clit, dipshit.”
You can’t take it anymore.
“Both—both of you—shut up and make me come—please—please—”
Conner laughs low against your thigh. “Bossy.”
Tim just hums smugly. “Told you she likes it when I’m mean.”
Then they stop talking.
Tim sucks your clit into his mouth at the same rhythm Conner’s fingers pump into you, and you shatter.
It hits like a freight train.
You scream, thighs trying to snap closed again, back arching so violently you almost throw them both off. Wave after wave rips through you, slick gushing around their fingers, and they don’t let up (not even a little) drawing it out until you’re sobbing, oversensitive, slapping weakly at their shoulders.
When you finally collapse, panting, trembling, they slowly pull their fingers out at the same time.
Both of them lift their heads.
Both of them look far too pleased with themselves.
Conner licks his lips, slow and deliberate. “I think we tied.”
Tim scoffs, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “I clearly won. She said my name first when she came.”
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conner kent x batsis!vigilante reader
mentions: she/her, brother’s best friend, can we classify this as fluff??, conner being so whipped, reader patrols during the day, first meeting, uhh idk what else
(i love the batsis!reader and conner propaganda sorry not sorry)
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the first time conner met you, his glasses almost slid clean off his face
he was with tim in his room, arguing about how weird cows were while tim was typing on his monitor. but their bantering paused when they heard a knock on the door. and when the door opened, it revealed to be you
conner has heard of you, of course. you were tim’s sister, who patrols during the day, which is why he never saw you—until now. but god, no one talked about how pretty you were. like pretty pretty
his jaw slightly dropped, glasses slowly sliding from the bridge of his nose to reveal his widened blue eyes in awe. this man was in love
“hey tim, B is just asking for the data you—" your words died in your throat when your eyes landed on conner. and the eye contact immediately made him snap out of it abruptly, covering his faint blush by pushing his glasses back up so fast they nearly smacked into his face
“oh my god” tim murmured to himself, already sounding exhausted. you blinked once before glancing at tim, waiting for him to introduce you to conner. “uh…”
‘that’s kon” tim introduced to you flatly, still typing and focused on the monitor. “kon, my sister”
conner sat up too quickly and eagerly from the bed. “hi” but he cleared his throat and tried again after noticing how eager he must have sounded. “hi” this time, his voice was deeper
tim cringed so hard it looked like he was physically pained, but an amused expression formed on your face, almost as if you were entertained. “hi” you greeted back with a smile. “so you’re superboy”
“the one and only” he responded casually, too casually. under the shades, conner’s eyes went to your smile— more specifically, your lips— and it made him forget every single thought he’d ever had
the more you kept staring at him, the more you held back your smirk by biting your bottom lip as you leaned on the doorframe with your arms crossed. who knew that tim’s friends were this attractive-- let alone, this entertaining
conner cleared his throat again but more carefully as he broke the silence. “so…” but immediately regretted the way he spoke. “so?” you repeated, casually tilting your head
“you patrol during the day?”
“most days. depends on gotham behaving itself but we know it usually doesn’t”
a faint smile went on conner’s lips. “you always meet your brother’s friends like this?” his tone was now steadier. that made a small laugh leave your lips and conner’s expression softened in a way that made it obvious he liked that sound more than he should
all you did was tilt your head in amusement, your eyes glinting. “only the interesting ones”
tim stopped typing and abruptly got up from his chair with the file in his hands. “okay, here’s the data” he quickly shoved the file in your hands, already leading you to the door.
“i- tim! what the—?“
“goodnight!”
tim slammed the door shut and leaned on it to give conner a glare, making the half kryptonian blink out of his trance. “what?”
“she’s my sister”
“i know that”
“i’m serious, conner” tim walked up to him slowly and pointed a finger directly at his chest. “she’s off limits.” conner just let out a scoff, already sitting back down on tim’s bed. “dude, i literally just met her”
that made tim’s glare sharpen even more, making conner sigh and wave a hand to dismiss the conversation. “yeah yeah, whatever. no falling in love with your sister, got it”
but his eyes widened the moment he saw tim’s expression worsen, making conner immediately sit up. “not that i was— i mean--“ he added, trying to save himself. “im not doing anything like that, i literally just met her five minutes ago and—”
tim just sighed, walking back to his monitor and resuming his typing as conner continued to defend and explain himself
and the worst part? tim wasn’t convinced, and neither was conner
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masterlist! ⤷ 2k event !
(a/n: the original draft was so messy cause i wanted to add so many other things but it got to a point where it got so confusing to write help)
pairings: conner kent x afab!reader, superboy x afab!reader, kon-el x afab!reader,
content: small town romance; you come back to smallville for some family time, but instead meet a new neighbor, conner kent and end up babysitting at Smallville’s Fall Festival
warnings: none! fluffy fluff fluff!
wc: 2.3k
a/n: surprise! part three of falling in love is posted!
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The farmhouse always smelled faintly of cinnamon in the fall — the scent of your aunt’s simmering potpourri clinging to the old wood and lace curtains. She’d already left a note on the counter when you arrived that morning:
Conner’s bringing Alex and Jon back from school today. Be a dear and let them in. Love you.
You’d barely finished unpacking in the guest room when the low growl of a truck engine carried down the dirt road. Dust curled up behind the vehicle, framed by rows of corn swaying in the late afternoon sun.
You stepped out onto the porch just as the pickup rolled to a stop.
The passenger door flung open first. Alex came barreling out like a cannonball, his backpack half-zipped and hair sticking up from the wind. “You’re here!” he shouted, practically launching himself into your arms. You laughed, catching him as he hugged you tight.
“Missed you too, buddy,” you said, smoothing a hand over his hair.
Alex pulled back, his grin wide. “Are you coming to the fall festival with us tonight? Please say yes! Jon and I already have a plan — there’s games, funnel cake, and the corn maze!”
You chuckled. “Sounds like you’ve thought this through.”
As you straightened, the driver’s door opened with a heavy click. Conner Kent stepped out, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe.
He moved with an easy confidence, rugged in his worn jacket and dark jeans, broad shoulders catching the last of the sun. Handsome didn’t quite cover it; he looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine shoot and wandered into the wrong backdrop, somehow both out of place and perfectly at home against the cornfields.
Jon hopped down from the truck bed with practiced ease, already racing to catch up with Alex. But Conner lingered, his blue eyes finding yours with a look that was steady and curious.
You shifted Alex onto his feet just as Conner strolled up the porch steps.
“Guess I don’t need to ask who you are,” he said, voice warm, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “Alex hasn’t shut up about his cousin all week.”
You raised a brow, fighting the smile pulling at your lips. “All good things, I hope.”
“Depends,” Conner drawled, head tilting as he gave you an unapologetic once-over. “Didn’t mention you were this pretty. Might’ve kept that part to himself so the rest of us wouldn’t get jealous.”
Heat rushed up your neck before you could stop it. “Do you always flirt on porches in the middle of the day?”
“Only when I meet someone worth it.” His grin widened just slightly, the confidence softened by something sincere in his eyes. He extended his hand. “Conner Kent.”
You slipped your hand into his, pulse jumping at the easy strength of his grip. “Nice to meet you, Conner.”
Before the moment could stretch further, Alex tugged insistently at your arm. “So you’re coming to the festival, right? Right?”
You glanced down at him, then back at Conner, whose raised brow and faintly amused smile made the decision feel inevitable.
“Yeah,” you said, laughing softly. “I’ll come.”
Conner’s smirk deepened, as if he’d been waiting for that answer. “Good. Festival’s more fun with good company.”
You ran inside quickly to leave your aunt a note and grab a jacket for both you and Alex. When you finished locking up, you turned around to see that the boys were already piled into the back seat of Conner’s truck. He circled around, pulling the passenger door open with a small flourish.
“Front seat’s yours,” he said, voice low enough to make your stomach flip. Then, with that half-grin: “Pretty girl rides up front.”
Rolling your eyes didn’t stop your cheeks from burning. “Wow, another line? You’ve got a line for everything, don’t you?”
“Not everything,” he said, steady as he helped you up. “Just for moments with you.”
At that, you raised an eyebrow as you climbed into the vehicle. “That one just might take the cake.”
Conner gives you another breathtaking smile as he closes the door and comes around the car to get into the driver's seat.
The truck rumbled to life, tires crunching over gravel as you headed toward town. The boys in the back debated loudly about which game they’d dominate first. But in the front, the world shrank to you and Conner. The easy warmth of his presence, the casual brush of his hand against yours when he shifted gears, the low rumble of his laugh when you teased him about his truck looking older than both of you combined.
“Careful,” he said, glancing at you with that lopsided grin. “She might be old, but she’s loyal. Can’t say that about everything.”
“You know,” you said, glancing at the worn dashboard, “for someone who looks like he just stepped out of a magazine, I didn’t peg you for the rusty pickup type.”
Conner shot you a look, one brow cocked, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Magazine, huh? Didn’t realize you’d been staring that hard.”
You scoffed, leaning back in the seat. “Please. Don’t flatter yourself. Just saying you look a little… out of place.”
“Out of place?” He chuckled low, shifting gears, the brush of his hand against yours sending a jolt through you. “I grew up in fields like these. Corn, hay, the whole deal. Trust me, I fit.”
You tilted your head, a sly smile curving your lips. “Oh, I don’t know. You’ve got this whole rugged, brooding vibe going on. Bet you make half the girls in town trip over themselves at the diner.”
Conner’s grin widened, sharp but playful. “And would you be jealous if they did?”
“Jealous?” You laughed, shaking your head. “Not a chance. I’d just feel bad for them.”
His brows lifted. “Feel bad?”
“Yeah,” you said, voice warm with teasing. “Because you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d be interested in someone tripping over their own feet. You seem like the type who prefers someone who can keep up.”
Conner’s gaze flicked from the road to you, lingering long enough to make your heart skip. “You’re not wrong.”
You arched a brow, meeting his look head-on. “Good thing I don’t trip easily.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as if you’d surprised him. “Pretty girl and sharp tongue. Dangerous combo.”
“Dangerous?” you echoed, feigning innocence. “Or just a challenge?”
His smile softened into something that made your stomach flutter. “Maybe both.”
The kids’ laughter spiked from the backseat, pulling the spell just slightly. But Conner’s eyes still lingered on you, that grin playing at his lips like he’d already decided tonight was going to be more than just a festival. It was a chance of something new starting here.
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The truck rolled into Smallville’s town square, transformed for the weekend into a fall postcard. Strings of lanterns crisscrossed overhead, glowing against the deepening twilight. The smell of popcorn, fried dough, and spiced cider carried on the cool air. Laughter spilled from every direction — kids darting between stalls, couples wandering hand-in-hand, the Ferris wheel lights glittering at the edge of it all.
The second Conner parked, Jon and Alex shot out of the backseat like rockets.
“Corn maze first!” Jon shouted.
“No, the water tank!” Alex countered, already sprinting toward the line of booths.
“Boys,” Conner called, calm but firm, “stick where we can see you. Last thing I need is explaining to your parents how you got lost in a hay bale.”
They slowed just enough to promise they’d stay within sight before darting off again.
You shook your head with a laugh. “I don’t know how you keep up with them.”
Conner’s lips tugged into that slow, lopsided grin. “Practice. Want me to show you the secret?”
“Sure,” you said, amused.
He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours, voice low. “You don’t keep up. You let them run themselves tired, then collect them later.”
You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “Smart. I’ll keep that in mind.”
You walked together down the lantern-lit row of stalls, the boys darting from game to game. One stall in particular caught your eye, its shelves lined with stuffed animals in neon colors. A floppy-eared dog with a black patch over one eye sat right in the center. It looked exactly Winnie, your boy waiting at home for you.
You lingered a beat too long before moving on, saying nothing. But Conner noticed.
“Hang on,” he murmured, peeling away toward the booth.
You frowned as he dropped tickets on the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Testing my aim,” he said casually, rolling his shoulders back as the game runner set up a pyramid of tin cans.
You pause next to him and look at him, tilting your head, causing him to look back and smile broadly at you. Finally, you cross your arms, smirking. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the stuffed dog I just looked at, would it?”
“Maybe.” He picked up the ball, his grin widening. In one smooth throw, he knocked the stack clean off the table.
The kids cheered. You couldn’t help laughing, trying to play off your enthusiasm at your new gift. “Show-off.”
Conner smirked, grabbing the dog from the attendant and holding it out to you. “Pretty girl deserves her prize.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks as you hugged the plush to your chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze lingering on you longer than it should have. “But you’re smiling, so I’ll take it.”
“Corn maze now!” Alex declared, tugging Jon toward the entrance, once again breaking up the vibe. Before you could protest, the kids were already ducking between the tall stalks.
You sighed. “They’re going to lose us.”
“Good.” Conner fell into step beside you, shoulder brushing yours as you followed the boys into the golden maze. His voice dropped low, teasing. “Means I get a few minutes alone with you.”
Your pulse skipped. “Bold of you to admit it.”
“Not bold,” he said, grinning as the lantern light cut across his jaw. “Honest.”
You gave him a look, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You keep saying that like it makes all your lines true.”
He stopped just long enough to catch your gaze. “Maybe it does.”
The weight of his eyes lingered, steady and sure, until Alex’s voice rang out from somewhere ahead with a ‘This way!’, breaking the eye connection.
You both laughed, weaving deeper into the stalks after them. But the warmth of that look clung to you, thrumming through every step, and you couldn’t help thinking of the Ferris wheel in the distance, glowing, promising something more before the night was over.
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By the time the four of you regrouped near the food trucks, Jon and Alex were flushed and grinning, their hands sticky with cider and powdered sugar. The boys were still buzzing with energy, but when your aunt appeared from the crowd with a warm smile, they practically launched themselves at her.
“Go on,” she said, smoothing Alex’s hair as he chattered about the maze. “I’ll take them for another round of cider. You two enjoy yourselves.”
You blinked, heat rushing up your neck. “Oh, no, that’s—”
But your aunt only winked, tugging the boys toward the pumpkin display. “Ferris wheel’s this way. Don’t waste the night.”
Embarrassment clawed at your throat. You turned quickly to Conner. “You don’t have to..”
He didn’t let you finish. His hand brushed yours, warm and certain, before sliding into your palm fully. His grip was steady, his smile softer than you’d ever seen it.
“I want to,” he said simply. Then, with a gentle tug, “Come on, pretty girl.”
Your breath caught, and before you knew it, you were walking hand in hand toward the towering wheel glowing against the night sky.
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The ride swayed gently as you climbed higher, the festival shrinking below into a wash of lights and laughter. The cool air carried the scent of kettle corn and hay, the sound of the band muffled now by distance.
Conner sat close, his arm draped casually along the back of the seat, his fingers brushing the edge of your shoulder. Casual, but every slight shift of the cart made you lean just a little closer.
“Not what you expected tonight?” he asked, his voice low, carrying easily in the quiet.
You laughed softly. “Not even close. But, I’m not complaining.”
His lips curved into that familiar grin, but there was something gentler behind it now. “Good. Because I’m not either.”
The wheel slowed, pausing near the very top. From here, the view stretched for miles — the cornfields glowing silver under the moon, the town square twinkling with lanterns. And then, just as if the night had been waiting for this moment, the first firework cracked open the sky.
Color burst across the darkness, painting Conner’s face in gold and crimson. He turned, and his eyes found yours, steady and unguarded.
You tried to speak, nerves tangling with the words. “Conner, I—”
But he leaned in, his forehead brushing yours, his voice a whisper that sank straight to your chest. “I know.”
And then his lips were on yours.
The kiss was warm, certain, and achingly sweet, the kind that made your heart flip, the kind that felt like it had been waiting for years, not hours. His hand cradled your jaw, steady as if he’d known you’d melt into him.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, the fireworks still flared above, but neither of you looked away.
Conner’s smile softened, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Knew tonight’d be worth it.”
You laughed, giddy and full, tucking your head briefly against his shoulder as the ride began its slow descent.
And for the first time in a long time, with the lights of Smallville glowing below and Conner’s hand warm in yours, you felt like the world was exactly as it should be.
a/n: a double hitter? i believe so! my first time writing for conner as well, so be kind if he's out of character.
thank you for reading, leave a like, reblog, or comment, whichever feels right to you! again, another smooch for you!
But our hope has turned to something else (happiness, I think)
The Twelve Days of Christmas - event masterlist here
pairing: conner kent x reader (gender neutral, no use of y/n)
length: 1.1k
genre: fluff, comfort
warnings: none except that I'm never getting over that one time I had frozen cheesecake on a stick at a canadian christmas market and froze to death
a/n: I'm endeavouring to enjoy the holiday season so c'mere and tell me smth nice tell me what you're doing for it
"Oh - my god," you mumble, your lips half frozen as you try to talk. "Did we think this was a good idea?"
"It's cheesecake on a stick," Kon counters, but his own voice is a bit thin in the cold. "How is it a bad idea?"
"Frozen cheesecake on a stick," you remind him, even as you take another bite.
Metropolis always does Christmas markets well, you think - endless stalls lined up, lights strung up in every tree, little bonfires scattering the pathways to keep people warm.
Or to try to keep people warm, you correct yourself sort of miserably as you stare down at the cheesecake slice in your hands.
"At least the chocolate's good," Kon shrugs, his holiday spirit wholly unaffected as he snaps a piece of the chocolate coating off to eat.
"We should've saved hot chocolate for after this," you sigh as you nibble at some of the chocolate on your own slice. "It could've warmed us up."
"We can have hot chocolate again," he shrugs easily, holding out a hand to you as you step across a particularly icy spot on one of the pathways.
"You sure are burning a hole in that card," you say wearily as you take his hand, letting him keep you steady while you walk.
"Well, what daddy doesn't know won't kill him," he retorts, a mocking sort of slant to his voice.
"No, but it might kill you when he finds out," you point out - but really, it's difficult to be unhappy on a night like this. The snow on the ground crunches beneath your feet, more flakes swirling around and getting caught in your hair as you walk. And the credit card that Kon had swiped from Lex assures that you're dragged towards any booth you look at for too long, leaving with another bag over your arm.
"It's fine," Kon shrugs your concern off, but when you shoot him a disbelieving look, he grins.
"It's worth it," he corrects himself, and you squeeze his hand in yours in thanks.
"Ok, I'm giving up," you sigh, stopping by one of the little garbage cans that line the paths to throw out what's left of your cheesecake. "And I'm freezing again."
"More hot chocolate?" Kon suggests, abandoning his own cake without complaint.
"Or," you snap your fingers. "I wonder if any of the stalls have eggnog - you know, hot eggnog."
"Or - we haven't done mulled wine yet," he reminds you. "Or cider."
"Oh, hot apple cider," you sigh dreamily, pretending to swoon into his arms a bit and laughing when he steadies you with an arm around your waist, sturdy and unmoving underneath your weight.
"Do you still want to do funnel cakes?" he asks kindly as he keeps his arm around you, swaying the two of you back and forth gently to the tune of whatever Christmas song is wafting from the speakers.
"Oh yea," you nod. "Oh - I wonder if they have those waffles dipped in chocolate?"
"I'll check for them," he squeezes your waist gently. "Ok, why don't you go find us a place to sit, yea? Somewhere really close to one of those fires. I'll hit a few of the stalls and meet you there."
"Ok," you agree easily, but when he bends down to press a quick kiss to your lips, you laugh and squirm away. "Your face is cold. Go get a hot drink."
"Mean," Kon shouts over his shoulder as he walks away, stepping carefully over a pile of snow.
You blow him a freezing kiss, and he melts a bit, sending you one last soft, little smile before he points to the bonfires.
It's odd, you think as you settle by one of them, propping your feet up on the seat next to you to make sure to save it for him.
It's different, you think as you watch the fire flicker and waver in the freezing wind, warmth pouring off of it in an endless, rolling stream.
The speakers dotted around the booths still play slow, little Christmas songs, an ever-present background as the endless, scattered lights shimmer in all the colours of the holiday. A group of teenagers sits at the bonfire next to you, chatting and giggling and smiling in that way that you're sure makes their cheeks hurt.
Something sort of fizzes in your chest when you remember that you know what that feels like these days.
"Oh my god -" you cut yourself off with a startled laugh as Kon walks towards you carefully, several different desserts balanced in his arms while a worker from one of the stalls trails after him, tray of drinks in hand.
You lift your feet off the seat next to you hastily, helping them both dump everything down onto the frozen picnic table while Kon thanks the boy and lets him get back to his job.
"What did you get?" you ask, but you can't really keep the joy out of your voice - and you find that you really don't want to.
"Well, all the drinks you wanted," he says obviously. "They did have hot eggnog. And cider, and the mulled wine, and I got more hot chocolate just in case. Anyway, I couldn't find the waffles you wanted, but I did get funnel cakes, and I got another cheesecake because I think that, now, while we're warm and we have the fire, we should try again, and I got -"
You don't really realize the lovestruck state you're giving him until he cuts himself off, stopping to smile sheepishly and sit down next to you.
"What's that for?" he murmurs, sticky sweet and gentle.
"I'm just having a good time," you shrug - and it's true, you think, something soft making a home in your heart.
"Yea?" he murmurs, nudging a cup of cider towards you.
"Yea," you say softly. "It's almost worth the trouble you'll get in with Lex for stealing his card."
"Don't worry about that, baby," Kon says gently, flashing a beaming sort of smile at you. "It's worth it. It's so worth it."
To see you happy, is the part that he doesn't say out loud, but you smile at him like you already know.
"That's lucky," you murmur.
"Not luck, babe. Just love."
You scoff at that, flicking him on the forehead gently.
"Whatever," you say, a quip hidden by a heavy blanket of love that you just can't shake. "You're eating that cheesecake on your own, by the way. I'm not doing that again."
"Whatever makes you happy, babe," he says - and how lucky, you think, to know something so heavy is also so true.
“You stopped fighting me because you want to kiss me?” Jason repeats. “Am I hearing that right?”
Kon looks away, clearly thoroughly embarrassed.
“Obviously, I wouldn’t have. I don’t do anything without people’s permission. I just, you look good when you fight.”
Aw. That’s kinda adorable. Superboy Kon, flustered from Jason flashing some muscle and putting him on his ass a couple times. He can’t help but run with it, letting the embarrassment build up just a moment longer.
“Well, go on then. You wanna kiss me so bad, kiss me.”
He closes his eyes, lips twisting into a smirk. Was teasing the guy about it a little mean? Yeah, sure. But he deserves at least a little razzing for declaring he wants to kiss him out of nowhere. So if Jason can get at least a minute of poking fun before forgetting the whole thing, he’s gonna. And then he’ll—
At the feeling of lips on his, he goes still. Oh. Shit.
or; Jason and Kon realize they feel some type of way about each other.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Superboy (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kon-El | Conner Kent & Kara Zor-El
Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El, Matrix | Mae Kent
Additional Tags: Trials, Inspired by Alice in Wonderland, Dreams and Nightmares, Family Bonding, Late Night Conversations
“The trial is now in session. Today, it is finally time to decide - Is Superboy truly worthy of the S, of the legacy of the House of El?”
Two Supergirls make their case.
here’s my second fic for @mamawasatesttube‘s kon-el summer minibang! it was inspired by @crow-eyed‘s lovely art, which you can find here! (and like... a tiny percent of growing pains, found here.)
this was a blast and i’m so proud of what we created. go stream kon-el summer minibang. i dare u.
I really like in fanfiction when Kon meets someone who is especially cute he starts itching to tell them he is Superboy. He is like the opposite of the Bats
A/N: Welcome to day 20! We have five days left after today! What had been your favorite one of these to read so far? I hope you all have a fantastic Friday! Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune
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You shivered, everything was so cold. Curled up in your bed, you felt so bad you could barely keep your eyes open. Plus, every time you opened them the world began to spin.
Conner was out with Clark, having some quality time with his so-called father.
It still amazed you at times that Conner was a clone of Clark and Lex Luthor's genetics. The fact that that level of science existed in your world, but not the science to completely get rid of whatever you were sick with.
You had a heating pad on under the mass amount of blankets. Getting them was a hassle in itself. It involved you having to get out of bed, to grab them out of the blanket holder.
Conner had no idea you weren't feeling good, he had left relatively early in the morning before you ever woke.
And now you didn't want to call him cause he was really looking forward to this.
Rolling back over, you ignored the aches throughout your body as you curled into the mattress. Maybe if you went back to sleep, you would feel better.
Closing your eyes, you let yourself drift off to sleep.
When you opened them again, you had more blankets on you with a tray next to the bed on the nightstand. You also felt something warm at your feet, wiggling them around you felt the hot waterbottle freshly warmed to the right temp.
When did all of this happen?
As if he heard your thoughts, Conner poked his head in and gave you a soft smile.
"There's my favorite girl, how we feeling?" he asked softly, coming in to feel your forehead before quickly getting a cold rag to help offset your fever.
"When did you--" you coughed. "When did you get home?"
Conner turned a light shade of pink. "Um, well. The second I met up with Clark, I got the feeling something wasn't right. So I listened for your heartbeat, and could tell it was slightly slower than usual."
"That's a little creepy, babe."
Conner laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Maybe, but it means I am here to take care of you. How about we watch a Christmas movie and you eat some of the soup I made for you?"
You scooted over a little, so he could climb in on his side of the bed and pulled you close as you curled into him.
"I don't wanna get you sick." you mumbled, not daring to move away from his warmth.
Conner helped you sit up slightly as he gently carried over the soup. "Best part about being half Kryptonian? I can't get sick." he smiled.
You smiled back, opening your mouth for the bite of soup he held out. Swallowing it, you felt it warm your insides as the broth coated your sore throat and made you hum in contentment.
"That's some good soup."
"Got the recipe from the best,"
You chuckled. "So who's telling Ma that Alfred Pennyworth makes better chicken soup?"
Conner laughed as he fed you another bite before turning on the T.V. "We'll leave that to Clark, and Bruce."
