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#Looking For Something Evil To Say And People To Be Antagonized (Fisher and Scott - South-Park-Saints-And-Sinners)
[ @south-park-saints-and-sinners LIKED for a Closed Starter || Scott ]
[ Fisher ]
“Hey, Sugar Tits?”
Fisher asked absently, his voice distant as he played with Scott’s hair, gently coiling the curls around his fingers before pausing. Was he still okay, toying with it like this? He loved those fucking curls so much.
“Ya ever think tha’, maybe, all ya need is just that one thing’r person tha’ makes ya happy?”
Oh, Elders, he felt stupid for asking. Still, he was happy to have Scott curled against his lap while they watched What We Do In The Shadows. He wanted to get Scott caught up for the next watch party at Mike’s.
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[ @south-park-saints-and-sinners || Continued From Here || Scott ]
[ Fisher ]
“Bat gotcher tongue, Sweet Face?”
Fisher laughed softly, pressing their foreheads together for a moment before lifting his head to drop to his forearms, closing the gap between them more. His chest pushed into Scott’s, now, pinning him to the wall, and he slowly scooted his hips forward.
If nothing else, he was good at leaving people squirming, whether it be with his kiss or his fists.
“You look like you want somethin’. Ask, and ye shall receive.”
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“Ouch! I didn’t mean for us to bump heads… I was trying to kiss you..”( Scott to whoever)
South-park-saints-and-sinners
Kisses! Kisses! Kisses!
@south-park-saints-and-sinners || Scott
[ Fisher ]
The vampire just chuckled, giving a lopsided, fangy grin. He winked playfully, flicking his tongue before slamming both hands against the wall behind Scott. Caging him in with his strong, heavily inked arms, he tipped his head.
The lean in was slow, and he bore most of his own weight on his right arm, taking Scott’s chin in between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting his head up, Fisher finally leaned in and pressed their lips together.
It was surprisingly chaste, gentle and warm, and gone within a few moments.
“You wanna kiss someone, slower’s better. Nobody likes a flashfire, gets people burnt up.”
As he spoke, his lips just barely brushed against Scott’s, his breath warm and spiced with cinnamon.
“Don’t you think it’s better that way, Sugar Britches?”
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