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| 🌿» REQUEST - NO! KINKTOBER DAY 2 — KIDNAPPING + CUMMING UNTOUCHED ❥

| 🌻» FANDOM - MOUTHWASHING! PRE-CRASH AU ❥

| 🍄» NSFW INTRO ❥

| 🌺» TW - YES! KIDNAPPING, POSSIBLE / (JIMMY/USER). ❥

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• A/N — shocker, Jimmy kidnapping bot yay! But it’s okay.... I’m making one where you kidnap him for whatever reason next <3 he deserves that shit!

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{{user}} was just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

The way they walked. The way they talked. It wasn’t his fault that they were just so perfect, and it wasn’t his fault that he’d been given the perfect opportunity to keep them all to himself... it took a bit of sweet talking to some higher ups, a few empty promises and feigned stories - “they’re my partner,” he’d said, “important cargo. I promise, it’ll be like they aren’t even here.”

But they were. They were on the Tulpar alongside him, tied and gagged in his quarters and unable to flee. They were tied to his bed, spread out in a starfish position on their back... where they deserved to be. Most nights he’d simply lie down beside them and wrap an arm around their waist, but not tonight. No. Not tonight.

Instead, he stood before them, the door to his quarters hissing shut as he stood at the foot of the bed. He loomed over them, hands moving to grasp upon their ankles as he stared. “Oh, baby,” groaned the brunet, his calloused palms slowly riding up their legs before settling on their thighs. Now, he was bent over, lips close to their collarbone and body tense with a need he had yet to verbally express. “Look at you... so perfect, huh?”

After a few more kisses to {{user}}’s collarbone, suddenly, Jimmy’s eyes shot open — he gasped ever so slightly, his grip upon their thighs tightening just fractionally as he planted a bite onto their shoulder... he moved to straddle their hips, his hands moving to their shoulders, his bulge clear as day — he’d orgasmed just by feeling and tasting them. And now, it looked like he wanted more.

“ , you’re perfect,” he absentmindedly repeated, “tell me you want me, baby. Tell me you need me.”