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[tenyearsafter]

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OPEN POST FOR VOICE-TESTING AND/OR SMUT


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featuring these assholes:


Alec Delaney, 26
half cop half cape all fanboy
extranormal power/tech nullifier - reduces all targets to ordinary level human wussies through the power of sheer cynicism - reverse lantern
talks to cities like they're living things
please don't break my camera the department's on a budget and I was taking pictures of you for Science




Jason Todd | the Arkham Knight
former sidekick, current angry vigilante and sometimes mercenary
abandoned to the joker's tender mercies for a year
REAL FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD
you brought the upgraded batmobile that's cool i brought thirty tanks aND ALSO A GIANT DRILL MACHINE THAT FIRES MISSILES WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME


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[jesses]

[ the slick, heavy bulb inside him isn't really moving very much, more of a tease than the thorough claiming he's used to, so he's able to focus on tim finally, finally, surrendering to the plants, the lovely expression on his face as he comes in jason's hand, right into the waiting sucker mouth, the way he arches and then sinks back, trembling. the sound of all those little moans and gasps culminating in a cry of his name is even better than jason had imagined, like tim needed him, like jason is the only anchor he has. it's a dark, thrilling feeling, watching tim succumb. ]

Good boy, [ he praises, brushing his lips over tim's soft mouth, his cheeks. ] I promised it would feel good, didn't I? You did so well. You're perfect-- you're going to be perfect for me.

[ he's spent all this time hovering over tim so he could watch, letting the vines hold him up, but now he folds himself down into the flower's embrace next to tim, curling up with him. ]

Please what? What would you like?

[notlikeanyone]

[ Hearing Jason praise him, calling him a good boy while kissing his face softly, fills Tim with a dangerous warmth. It's a heady, addictive feeling, feeding a deep hunger in him that he barely knew existed, a thirst for attention and approval, even from what should be the wrong source of such things. In the haze of his orgasm, and with the plants and the pollen really sinking their claws into him, working strongly through his body, it's all the worse - all the better, being told that he's done well, making him flustered and determined to keep earning that approval. ]

I want to be good for you, [ he gasps out in a breathless rush, and that's not quite what he'd meant to say. But he's kind of forgotten what he'd wanted in the first place, caught up suddenly in wanting to please Jason, and it takes him a moment to reel that back in. ] It did - it did feel good, it. I'm still... I'm still so...

[ He can't quite bring himself to say it, to say that he's aroused and hard, so he trails off into a whine, bucking his hips upwards as if that will make his point for him, since it makes his cock bounce against his stomach, still enveloped by the sucker-headed plants that haven't stopped suckling at him, even though he's feeling more sensitive than before. It's enough to tread the line into painful, almost, but it feels good, even so.

And then Jason is lying down next to him, instead of leaning over him, and he shifts and squirms in the flower's hold, unsure of how to answer. ]

I... Jason, I want... um, I want you... t-touching me. Please, make me - make me feel good again.

[jesses]

[ he smiles in delight at tim's admission, pleased beyond words with his decision to bring tim down here into this protected place where the other infected don't dare to venture. this is where the roots and the seedpods are, the vulnerable parts of these plants, but also the place where the pollen is most concentrated. once upon a time jason had come down here to... do something. he can't remember what his purpose was, only that it was important enough to keep him coming back down here.

it buzzes at the edge of his thoughts and then disappears, unimportant. tim is laid out for him like a feast, flushed and wriggling, stuttering as he tries to ask for more, which is absurdly adorable. he leans in, fitting himself along tim's side and wraps his leg over tim's hip, leaving room for the bulb still pressed huge and heavy inside him. by this point the plants have mostly wrangled his fatigues all the way off, leaving him bare for tim and the thick vine wrapped around his thigh easily visible, disappearing between his legs.

the plants will expect to feed from both of them. ]

Touch you where?

[notlikeanyone]

[ Even though earlier, he'd kind of guessed from the sounds and the look on Jason's face that the plants were doing something to him, there's a difference between guesswork and seeing the huge vine wrapping around Jason's thigh and disappearing between his legs. Tim flushes hotly as he catches sight of it, his mind racing with lewd images, wondering what it must feel like.

The fact that he's still squirming, wriggling despite having more or less surrendered to the plants, means that they're not letting him go any time soon. His movements are close enough to struggles for the vines and cilia wrapped around him not to relax their grasp, in case he tries to slip free, and instead they renew their efforts in getting him naked, working the last of his uniform off of his legs and arm. He barely notices as they strip him, more focused on the feel of Jason's leg slung over his hip, Jason's skin sliding against his, Jason's question bouncing around in his head. He makes a low, strained noise, reluctant - does he really have to say it? But with the sucker-headed plants still fastened to his cock and one of his nipples, keeping him hard and teased, it's too difficult to hold himself back like he normally would, some of his embarrassment vanishing in a wash of need. ]

Eh... everywhere, [ he gasps out, greedily. ] Anywhere - you want, I want to - make you feel good, too.

[jesses]

[ all the bulb feels like is a huge, heavy thing inside of him, rubbing against him with every tiny movement. the plants play this game with him whenever he comes down here, overstimulating him, sometimes restraining him until they've had their quota of fertilizer from him, but they don't usually keep him waiting like this.

the idea sparks, though-- maybe tim wouldn't keep him waiting. maybe tim would give him what he needs.

despite the pollen enhancing certain bestial instincts, the plants have also taught him that patience is rewarded. he's happy to focus on tim first, nudging the sucker plant off tim's cock so he can curl his fingers around it and stroke, warm and gentle. the first time is overwhelming, he remembers. ]

I assume you mean here, [ he murmurs in tim's ear, gently fisting him. his own cock is hard and straining against tim's thigh, and he rubs it suggestively against him. ]

Put your hands on me. Help me catch up.

[notlikeanyone]

[ Tim has no idea how the plants normally act with Jason, or that they might be teasing him - it stands to reason that they're taking their time playing with a new find, as it were, but even so, all Tim knows is that it feels like they're all over him, holding him in place for Jason. And he's increasingly okay with that, losing his grasp on what objections he had to it before. As long as he's with Jason, as long as Jason is touching him, making him feel good, it's all okay, isn't it?

Why wouldn't it be?

Any resurgence of doubts, any thoughts that this place is dangerous, all disappear when he feels Jason's hand wrap around his cock, stroking gently. It's... warm, and careful, and gentle, but it's still enough to have him gasping and slowly bumping his hips up into the touch, rubbing his cock against Jason's hand, into his strokes. He's feeling over-sensitised, hot and aching with arousal still, again, and Jason is giving him exactly what he wants. ]

Y-yes, that's it, that's - that's where I want you to, ah, to touch me... [ He gasps it out, desperately grateful for Jason not forcing him to be more specific. He swallows a quiet groan at the feel of Jason's cock rubbing against his thigh, hot and heavy against his skin, and nods. ]

I... I've never... with another... [ He admits, quietly, but he still tugs one of his hands free of the cilia and slips it down, hesitantly grasping Jason's cock. The plants don't seem to mind freeing his hands if he's going to touch Jason, but they wrap thicker vines around his ankles instead, making sure he's secure, for now. He seeks out Jason's mouth for a kiss, flushed and eager, starting to stroke his large, stiff cock awkwardly. ]