pinky's place

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CW: Not much, just some suggestive stuff at the end +possessive Dez :)

Your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth while you work. Eyes squinted in concentration but glimmering with interest all the same, absolutely enamoured with the way her knife works under your fingers. It paid well to be the Queen's personal mechanic, as her affections also often extended past just payment.

Rare materials not at all local to Junkertown found their way into your shop. Imported alongside some goodies that you couldn't find in the few stores dotted around, expensive chocolates and rare flowers that you have to mist on the daily. Token's of gratitude from her majesty herself, ones you'd never dare to refuse. At least the flowers made the shop window look much prettier!

Odessa also often watches you while you work. You imagine it's because she's rather possessive over her weapons, having named them all quite affectionately. And its no different from today, her muscular form draped casually over your workbench, crimson eyes lidded as she tongues the scar on her lip and stares on as you wipe the grime from her axe.

She seems cramped in your space, never fully able to stretch out and ease the warrior's ache in her bones. Yet she still refuses to move or wait outside, the vibrant warmth from her skin so close that it makes you shift in your seat, worn wheels squealing out as you move to spin between the long stretch of your workbench and find another tool within all the organised mess.

"All done." You beam up at her proudly, holding up the now shining form of Gracie. "I really do wish you'd let me take a look at your gauntlet, your Majesty. The electromagnetics really do seem interesting..."

Her lips quirk into a small smirk. Gracie looks comically large in your hands. Dainty, soft. You'd clearly been using the fancy hand creams she had sent in for you, and it makes something possessive curl inside of Dez when she realises that you're allowing her to provide for you.

"Maybe someday, love." She snorts, taking the knife from you and all but growling in delight when you rise to your feet and follow her to the door. Ever eager to please and see her out. "Just you keep doin' what you're doin', yeah?"

You peer up at her, blinking owlishly before offering her a soft nod. She tries her best not to linger on the size difference between you both.

"Yes, your Majesty."

Odessa breathes deep as you close the door gently in her face. Masking the snarl she wants to let out with a contented sigh as she bears her fist against the wood, a bit more ragged than usual. If you heard her through the door you'd likely presume that she's just tired, and she wonders if you watched her in today's fight. Her skin crawls with the knowledge of your support in the crowd.

You'd imagine she's just eager to get home, to soothe the ache in her bones and bask in the glory of victory.

Not that she wants to pin your shirt to the wall with her knife and kick your legs apart, to see how you'll mewl and vie for her attention then. When she's got you at her mercy, away from that little nook you're always hiding in. Making a spectacle for all of Junkertown to see so that they all know just who it is that you belong to.

Andromeda polifolia

SIGMA VS LIFEWEAVER

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