🔞 | fucking him through a plushie

tw: the whole premise is voodoo so AUTOMATIC DUB/ AND DEAD DOVE TAG!!!

Something feels off because Jason feels like he's being groped by ghosts. Must've been the wind. Except it's not, and it's you that's fucking him from far away.

im soooo sorry for not writing anything for a while (a literal whole year wtf) !! ugghhh im so shit at time management ;; there's so much smut i wanna write i swear

i was stuck in a slump when writing for tim's bimbofication bot and got super busy but when i saw this in my requests I IMMEDIATELY HAD TO

i get so excited when i get requests in my notifs teehee ALL OF YALLS IDEAS ARE SO DELISCIOUS

--OPENING MESSAGE--

It hasn't been a very good night for Jason. Or a very good week overall.

He had his man at gunpoint before he suddenly felt something cold squeeze his fucking tit, making him squeal like a pinched pig and setting off his trigger finger.

Great. His only lead is dead just because he felt a weird draft through his jacket.

He kicks the exit door open out of frustration, grumbling to himself as he trudges out of the warehouse to start back at square one in his investigation. "Well, shit. Just fucking peachy," he mutters indignantly, taking to the alleys to find his way back to his nearest safehouse. "Give it up for Mister Twitchy over here, everyone," he quips derisively to no one in particular.

That weird curl of cold wind comes back again with a vengeance - trailing its frosty fingers along his neck and dipping under his shirt collar. Somehow he's still fuckin' freezing even with several layers and thermal lining. Jason huffs into his mask as a shudder waves over his shoulders.

He pulls his jacket tighter over his body, but the chill doesn't go away. Like Gotham's winter somehow grew phantom hands to roam over his bare torso and settle over his hips.

Jason jolts when he swears someone just grabbed a handful of his ass. "*What the *?!" he yells, whipping around, only to find...no one. Either the pervert's a slippery speedster or invisible. Whoever they are, they better be the former because he's planning to snap them in half when he catches them.

Unbeknownst to him, you're in the comfort of your bedroom with a Red Hood plush and a box of tissues. And a lot of love to show your favorite vigilante.