[ willing — no, eager prey, flushing with life under her deadly hands. there’s no flash of recognition in her big eyes, when jinx tips her mask back, holding her jagged bangs out of her face. she doesn’t know where jinx has been, that she should be afraid, in truth, of the contagion in her fingertips, damning any she drags close. all the more reason for you to leave her alone, but she can’t, not when the girl has been abandoned just like she was (by vi, silco, sanji). she’s vindictive, but she isn’t cruel.
and lottie deserves better. jinx can tell. ]
A good girl like you? [ bending her neck so obligingly for her collaring. now parting her legs so jinx fits between them, where she belongs. ] ‘Course I would.
[ jinx nuzzles into her thigh, unmarked by the other hunter. they didn’t do right by her. they couldn’t have, when jinx was supposed to find her and have her, making the pink part of her mouth stretch wide, winning more of those little sounds. she blows on lottie’s wet cunt. a little mean, sure. teasing and testing, mostly. jinx has only done this a few times herself, but she’s seen it hundreds (in alleyways and alcoves, between writhing bodies at the last drop). she knows what she likes to do by her lonesome, most of all. a solitary creature by force, not choice.
why not give it to one who begs so sweetly? who smells — divine. better than sanji’s sweet treats. than gunpowder and ash. jinx can’t keep toying with her food, much as she enjoys its squirming, leaning up to lick a stripe along lottie’s cunt, then nosing into her folds. dexterous fingers stroke her hip, nails dragging up and down her thigh, lead held between her calloused palm and this girl’s soft skin. grip strong enough that even if lottie jolts, she won’t be able to close her legs. jinx won’t allow it, made insatiable by that first taste, lapping shallow and languid, savouring her with a ragged moan. ]
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and lottie deserves better. jinx can tell. ]
A good girl like you? [ bending her neck so obligingly for her collaring. now parting her legs so jinx fits between them, where she belongs. ] ‘Course I would.
[ jinx nuzzles into her thigh, unmarked by the other hunter. they didn’t do right by her. they couldn’t have, when jinx was supposed to find her and have her, making the pink part of her mouth stretch wide, winning more of those little sounds. she blows on lottie’s wet cunt. a little mean, sure. teasing and testing, mostly. jinx has only done this a few times herself, but she’s seen it hundreds (in alleyways and alcoves, between writhing bodies at the last drop). she knows what she likes to do by her lonesome, most of all. a solitary creature by force, not choice.
why not give it to one who begs so sweetly? who smells — divine. better than sanji’s sweet treats. than gunpowder and ash. jinx can’t keep toying with her food, much as she enjoys its squirming, leaning up to lick a stripe along lottie’s cunt, then nosing into her folds. dexterous fingers stroke her hip, nails dragging up and down her thigh, lead held between her calloused palm and this girl’s soft skin. grip strong enough that even if lottie jolts, she won’t be able to close her legs. jinx won’t allow it, made insatiable by that first taste, lapping shallow and languid, savouring her with a ragged moan. ]