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⋆ The two of you initially met when you began working for Silco. You were mainly tasked with handling shipments and conversing with potential recruits, and sometimes even rivals. Though mainly, you were recruited for your previously proved loyalty and belief in the cause. Of course, Silco had no knowledge of your odd fixation over his daughter’s hair, if he did, he never would have suggested you work closely with them. And, luckily for you, you managed to maintain subtlety as you secretly fawned over her blue strands.

⋆ Before you had officially met the girl, naturally, you had heard of her; her hair. Her leading physical characteristics being those two long blue braids which touched the back of her ankles, swaying alongside her as if they were their own entities. Even the mere thought of the sight was enough to cause your cheeks to warm as you firmly pressed your thighs together. You’re not precisely sure of the appeal, only that you’ve been aware of it for as long as you can remember. Perhaps its the encompassing nature of long hair, the comfort from it, the way the strands are so pliable and soft wrapped around your fingers, lightly trailing against your skin, causing your lips to twitch into a small smile due to the tickle. And Jinx, she’s something else entirely.

⋆ Finally coming face-to-face with her while on a job was certainly an experience. When you were first recruited, and knew of the girl’s involvement, you were swiftly bombarded with fantasies, and in many of them, you seemed rather forthcoming with your desire. However, once you saw her, you froze. Unmoving, quiet and bashful as your cheeks flushed and you avoided eye contact, but still, you couldn’t help but shyly admire her hair, swaying with her movements, even when slight, and so extremely beautiful.

⋆ Overtime, as Jinx got used to your presence, she would engage in brief conversation, and oftentimes found herself invading your personal space, as she typically didn’t hold any respect for boundaries. You don’t necessarily have an issue with this, truthfully, you quite enjoy it. But, as she slings her arms around you, you tend to feel her hair trailing across your side as her braids swing. Every-time you felt it, you couldn’t help but go still upon the contact, even if it was a fleeting brush against your arm, the warmth blanketed your chest as your shoulders tensed beneath her relaxed hold.

⋆ Soon enough, the two of you had developed into a casual sort of friendship through the job, and along with that, you had been invited around to her place a few times; a workshop placed atop a propeller fan. You had stood awkwardly near her workbench, subtly scanning her belongings, until your sight landed on a hairbrush, painted with her usual neon scribbles. Though, what truly caught your attention, was the blue strands tangled within the bristles. While Jinx didn’t have her eye on you, rambling as she collected various gadgets and weapons that she wished to show you, you quickly pulled a few strands from the bristles, heart pattering swiftly due to the thrill of the act, before wrapping them around your fingers protectively, shoving your hand into your pocket to hide the theft.

⋆ Upon your return home, you didn’t exactly know where to store the strands. For a while, you simply lay on your bed comfortably, hands raised above you as you gently twirled the strands, careful not to snap them. As you took them, you weren’t necessarily thinking of what would come after, you just knew that it was an opportunity that you may never get again, and with the desire to take them for yourself overwhelming you, you simply did it. Eventually, you had decided to place the blue strands in a safe place, finding an old box to place them into neatly, before shoving it beneath your bed, a secret only to be opened in the dead of night.

⋆ After the theft, you were swift to grow more confident. Oftentimes, as Jinx stood before you, you couldn’t help but cautiously reach out, trailing your fingertips down her blue braids gently, revelling in the contact. Thankfully, she never seemed to notice, and if she did, it’s not like she ever mentioned it. But slowly, others were beginning to acknowledge the behaviour. Silco’s workers while on shipment jobs. Sometimes you would catch them glancing towards you as you secretly touched Jinx’s hair. Immediately, you would withdraw your hand, growing embarrassed by getting caught. Much like Jinx herself, the workers didn’t mention anything about it, clearly not caring, which was a relief; in a certain way.

⋆ The more time you began to spend with Jinx, the more access you got to her hair. Of course, you genuinely enjoyed her presence and her charm, how could you not? Still, being able to admire her hair as much as you desired certainly wasn’t a con. Stealing more strands from her hairbrush became a habit each time you visited her place, the thrill that overtook you as you untangled them from the bristles was exhilarating, and later, you felt relief once you added them to the box beneath your bed; a growing collection. One of your favourite things, is when Jinx sits down beside you and her braids would often drape across your lap, which you freely toyed with, wrapping them around your forearms gently, enjoying the odd sense of possession in it all.

⋆ After a while, it’s evident that Jinx was gradually becoming aware of your fixation. She began to purposefully place her braids over your lap, allowing you to play with them whilst simultaneously teasing you about it. “You got some weird obsession I don’t know about?” You dismissed it each time, not being able to bear the humiliation of her discovering that she is in-fact correct. Is it so wrong to find her divine? Possessing hair like hers is rather rare, not only the length, the softness of it, or how it sways… but the rich blue shade that has you melting whenever you’re graced with her presence.

⋆ Somewhere along the line as your friendship developed, you started fucking. The new bond between you was enough to drive you mad. Whilst the two of you were entangled, your hands remained fixated on Jinx’s braids, tugging on them enough to coax a moan and grin out of her, wrapping them around your wrists gently, clutching onto the back of her head, pushing her bangs from her face… She would encourage it. Offering her braids to you, asking alluring questions on how you feel about them: “They’re pretty soft, right?” “You like touching them, don’t you?” “S’okay, you can tell me.” Each time she would speak to you in that manner, so sweetly and somewhat mocking, blue would blanket your vision as you came beneath her.

⋆ Rather inevitably, one day Jinx discovered the box beneath your bed, and by that point, your collection had grown beyond a few blue hair strands. Polaroids of her hair, hair bands and clips, one of her old brushes, and other items you had collected simply because they belong to her; old bomb parts, scraps of fabric, spray paint cans, underwear… She didn’t mean to find it, the box was already peeking out slightly as her boot nudged against it. So, while you were preoccupied fixing her up some orange juice, she made quick work of peering under the bed, retrieving the box before you returned to your bedroom. Her eyes widened in surprise as she surveyed the collection. Particularly, the various polaroids and the locks of blue neatly tied together.

⋆ Amidst her trance-like focus, you strolled in, cup held in your hand as you abruptly paused in your steps, recognising the box atop the bed which Jinx sits beside. “What’s all this?” She had chuckled while you stormed over in a panic, placing the cup down before taking the box from her, shoving it back beneath your bed. “It’s nothing, just leave it alone.” You had said in irritation, refusing eye contact as your face flushed in humiliation, inhaling sharply upon her reply: “Why? That your perv-box, or somethin’?”

⋆ After her discovery, you refused to spend time with Jinx for a short while, overwhelmed by the mortification. You had fantasised about getting caught before, but, the difference was that you were able to control those scenarios. While involved in the fantasy, you were able to manage the details of getting caught in your perversion as you wished, the thrill of it more than enough to get you off. Within your mind, the embarrassment was a pleasure. Although, in reality, you simply felt embarrassment and not much more.

⋆ During jobs, it was clear that you had purposefully been avoiding her. Jinx eventually caught you while working on a shipment, gripping onto your wrist to keep you in place once you attempted to sum up an excuse to leave. “Can you stop avoiding me?” She had demanded. “You’ve got some creepy fetish for me, whatever. Doesn’t mean you gotta ignore me.” Once again, shame struck you upon her words, not quite knowing how to react. “Come over to my place later.” Jinx suggested, moving closer towards you. “I wanna show you somethin’.”

⋆ Begrudgingly, you decided to comply with her request, visiting her hideout in the evening, finding her seated beside her workbench, working on a gadget as she listened to music. Once she noticed your arrival, you inquired about what she wished to show you. As she gently dragged you towards her tent-bed with a smile, you were quick to grow bashful, alongside the burning curiosity about her intentions. Then, she began to slowly undo her braids before you, observing your surprised expression. As her hair was freed from its restraints, Jinx quietly offered encouragement while you cautiously brushed your fingers through the softness, trembling slightly as your breath hitched. Each time you took some of her loose strands for yourself, it seemed so gratifying in the moment; which it was. But, the full thing, so complete and beautiful before you as blue shrouded your hand was beyond what you had ever imagined.