Kon-El is stealing my brain

Awww that’s so sweet! Thank you so much. 🫶

And update will come eventually, pinkie prommy, I’ve just been in the wilderness the last couple months without access to my writing. (Also got distracted with new fandom a bit 🤧, but DC is still like 50% of my headspace at any given time)

Cause why not. This blog is mostly just dedicated to the one WIP rn, so I’m remixing. @anyone and everyone reading this, shoot me an ask in the next 24 hours and I’ll post minimum 3 (but prob more) sentences of Four Days.

When Tim wakes up, Kon’s fingering himself. The wet noises of it, alongside Kon’s panting breaths, drag him hazily into consciousness. Once Tim opens his eyes, his dick jumps to attention at what has to be record-breaking speed, because God.

Kon’s stretched out on his back on the other side of the nest. One leg’s bent up, propped on the wall of pillows, clothes, and blankets, while the one closer to Tim is laid flat. He’s got one hand down past his hard cock; Tim’s view is mostly obscured by Kon’s leg, but he can still see his wrist moving, and he can hear the slick sounds of Kon’s pussy taking his fingers. Kon’s not even touching his cock, opting instead to fist his left hand into the bedsheets. His head is thrown back, he’s flushed down to his chest, and he’s making little whimpering noises intermittently. His head is pillowed on Tim’s old jacket, which strikes some kind of chord within him. That sweet scent from last night has only intensified.

“Kon, honey” Tim says feelingly, voice still rough with sleep.

Kon’s head snaps to him immediately, hand stilling. His eyes look desperate. “Please,” he whines.

Tim sits up just in time to see three slick fingers leaving Kon’s beautiful cunt and, um… wow. He can see what Kon means about not needing lube. Kon (probably) hasn’t done much of anything, and there’s already a small puddle underneath him, soaking into the sheets below. Streaks of slippery wetness are smeared on his thighs. Ngh. That’s… ngh.

Kon groans as he floats shakily off the bed, rotating in the air to land on his knees, chest pressed to the mattress. He arches his back just so, wiggling his legs further apart so Tim has a perfect view of… everything. He swallows dryly as he watches a bead of slick drip from Kon’s cunt to the tip of his cock. His labia are already red and swollen with blood flow, his dangling cock so hard it’s almost purple. Tim appends his mental ‘Hottest Things Ever’ list.

Like there’s a world with a longer history than we could hope to comprehend, with technological and scientific advancement beyond our imaginations, and citizens that think of themselves as incredibly advanced, yet they still falls victim to the human faults of bigotry and hubris.