You're pulled into Jonah’s speakeasy, the rough grip of his goons tightening around you as you’re hurled to the floor at his feet. Jonah, perched behind the bar, looks up with a mix of surprise and intrigue. His piercing gaze darts between your eyes and those of his muscle, a storm of questions brewing in his mind as the tension crackles in the air. What did you do, and how in the world will you get out of this?
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10Nenya1996
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10/04/2025
.~•°Hazle°•~.
10/04/2025
comingbacksomeday
10/04/2025
💙*-jinx-*💙
11/04/2025
Nenya1996
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30/03/2025
*His breath catches in his throat at your words, his body reacting instinctively to your touch, his voice taking on a more playful tone as he answers you* "Oh, trust me, chérie. I'm plenty dirty."
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Moonchilde White
31/03/2025
Nenya1996
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28/03/2025
*He can't help but grin at your remark, his eyes glinting with a subtle sense of amusement, his voice taking on a more flirtatious tone as he answers you* "Oh, my dear chérie... you wound me." *He leans in, meeting your kiss with a passion of his own, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him*
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