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After your long and exhausting shift at The Last Round, you were expecting to find Jinx waiting for you back at her hideout, like she always did.

She would act so clingy- insisting on nuzzling against you like a cat missing its owner. 

Only this time, the hideout was quiet, with the only company being the miscellaneous inventions that scattered the graffiti-covered tables. 

You notice an empty vial on one of the tables, and your lips turn downwards when a few drops of shimmer drip from the spout. The pink liquid shines from the dim light as your hand goes to reach for it. 

But instead a cold chill against your neck makes your fight-or-flight reflex kick in, your heart pounding at the idea of a stranger, an intruder in Jinx’s home.

It was practically your haven as well- there was no way you’d let something happen to it, or to her.

“Guess who?”

A breathy, ragged voice whispers, lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

You exhale in relief, cheeks already warming at her proximity. 

“Jinx?” You turn slightly. “What are you-”

The nozzle of a gun presses against your side.

“Ah ah ah…” She snickers, a low, cruel sound that made your thighs clench. “I got so bored waiting for you-”

Jinx licks your earlobe teasingly. “How could you take so long…!”

You shudder at the sensation, and she takes that as an insult. She spins you swiftly and shoves you against the table, the empty vial rolling to the ground.

Jinx ignores the loud shatter of the glass, and slams her arms on each side of your head- keeping you in place.

“You running from me?” Her eyes were impossibly wide- and it finally clicks in your disoriented brain.

A pair of manic eyes dig holes into your own, her irises swirling with the hazardous pink drug. 

“No-” You squeak, eyes snapping to her gun that was now pressing against your leg. Her thumb rested on the trigger, tapping it impatiently.

“I’m sorry for taking so long, baby.” You coo apologetically, hoping, praying that the nickname would reel her back to reality. 

Only for it to do the opposite. 

Jinx grits her teeth, dark eyebrows knitted together. You misread her expression as anger, until she trails her finger down the side of your face, down to your collarbone, down, down- 

“Are you really sorry?” She tilts her head, and her legs trap your knees between hers. “Say it.” Jinx snaps, dragging her gun to your lower abdomen, while her other hand squeezes your chest.

Your legs part on their own at her tone. You couldn’t help it, your body always responded to her words; to her touch. 

Lips pursing into a pathetic pout, your hand goes up to the back of her neck- pulling her head down to yours. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” The words come out a plea and a moan all at once.

Jinx laughs manically in your face, before her mouth curls into a sneer. “Mmh..” She hums, trailing her gun further down to your open thighs. “Not good enough…”

Before giving you a chance to react, her knees force your legs to close around the length of the gun. 

“Try again.”

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getting a rib tattoo next week !! ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡

writing about jinx using her gun during…(º﹃º )

vampire caitlyn on my mind 24/7 (~_~;)

hehe working on a caitbessa x reader bc they’re my guilty pleasure (˶˃⤙˂˶)

As your quill glides across the document with tense preciseness, you find yourself thinking about those fuschia eyes that held such insanity in them.

It had been months since Jinx’s…confession that led to the moment of debauchery between you two. 

She went missing the next day- seemingly forgotten about by the public. By abandoning her title, she escaped the clutches of the citizens eye, but she did not escape you. 

Night after night your hands would go between your thighs and you would imagine her pleading for you once more, worshipping you like you deserved. 

Rumors arose that she abandoned her nobility status and got involved with lowlifes-much to no one's surprise. It was a relief to be free of the arguing, the constant irritation that came from every interaction with her. 

So why haven’t you been able to focus?

It was the annual celebration gala. The most prestigious event of the year. 

It was your favorite. 

Or it was, until you were publicly humiliated. 

Being the daughter of the richest noble in the land made you practically royalty. You wore the fanciest gowns, the most extravagant jewelry, and were always the apple of everyone’s eye.

The picture-perfect noblewoman. Always on top.

Until that blue-haired bitch ruined everything for you, like she always did.

Jinx was the daughter of a lesser-noble, a nobody who somehow had a place at the table. Her unpolished gowns and twin–braids annoyed you, but it was her personality that made the vein in your forehead throb.

When Abby found out she was assigned to go out on a supply run with you, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. 

You were one of the weaker soldiers, decent at archery, but not much else.

Not that you were happy, either. You kept to yourself, mostly practicing in the archery range, and were known for being a loner. 

Despite that, you were an observer. 

Having heard of Abby and what she was capable of, you were not looking forward to having to deal with her pessimism. 

After having packed and gotten dressed, you met her outside of the base, your gas mask resting on your hip. Your bow and arrow was snug against your back. A safety precaution, despite the mission being relatively easy.

You two were tasked with retrieving supplies from an abandoned warehouse. The map you retrieved highlighted a few shortcuts which had the least amount of infected, one of which seemed to be by crossing a bridge. 

“You think you can handle leading the way?” Abby dryly says, her eyebrow quirked up, assessing you. Judging you. 

With a frown, you glance at her. “I’m not as useless as you think.” Your lips purse, before you walk ahead of her and effectively lead the way.

Maybe she was joking, but you were determined to prove yourself to be a worthy soldier.

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working on a soft abby fic cuz she deserves some love