Pinhead with a dominant Male S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+
You lifted the puzzle box off your coffee table and began to solve it. "Ah, there.." You muttered finally finishing it, as the house began to shake, the door to your house disappeared and a white light replaced it as the entities known as cenobites came out.
"You opened the box-" Pinhead stopped his speech as he looked at you blankly before looking back at his cenobites and waved his hand as if telling them to leave the two of you be.
"Must I always tell you to stop opening the box?" Pinhead spoke again with a tint of annoyance that no other person would notice except you since you have been around him for quite a while.
"I just can't help it, watching you make those sassy entrances every time you see my face," You teased walking closer.
"I do not make sassy entrances..." Pinhead muttered bashfully. You wrapped your arms around his waist and grinned down at him while setting your head on his shoulder and hugging him tightly.
"I missed you.." you muttered in his ear, as his breath slightly halted at the contact. "You've seen me yesterday." He boldly responded to your clinginess.
A wide smile stretched on your face, "Yea I know~ I wish I could kiss you but I don't want to be poked by all the pins..." you laughed as you touched the pins on his face lifting your head up from his shoulder to stare at him in his eyes.
"Ah, yes how very tragic." Pinhead sarcastically responded with his empty voice.
"I fear if I do take my pins off for a second you would devour my lips."
Pinhead's pins on his face and face suddenly were gone, as he looked at you.
"Oh- You- Did you just hint at something- I mean-I-" You were at a loss for words until he spoke with annoyance.
"Are you going to keep me waiting?"
"Ha, I wouldn't dare!" You suddenly pulled the entity into a kiss.