PAYCHECK elliot x chance (partner wrote this, i will start on requests later)
(Chance's gun explodes, and Elliot needs to heal him but gets hit by Jason, and they have to choose who to heal bc she has limited stock)
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Elliot finds himself crouching by the not-so-simple generator laid upon his sight, the copious wires tangled and turned, shifting his mind as he stares at it, the front of his mind drifting attention to another sight.
Chance.
Chance was running to Jason, the current killer, at full speed while his gun was getting ready to shoot. Chance found himself staring at the murder, anxiety creeping to his head with immense speeds. Chance quickly fired, the bullet never leaving.
Shit. His gun explodes, blasting his sleeve off and probably breaking fingers. The impact of the explosion was enough to pry tears out of his sensitive eyes.
Jason was now staring, chuckling while looking at the sight before him. “Not so cocky now, are you?” Jason walks towards him, his machete hitting the ground, causing scraping noises to be heard.
Elliot saw this and sprung into action, pulling out a pizza before Jason quickly turned and sliced his arm clean off. Blood splurts out from the wound, the red fluids staining his already dirty uniform. “F-Fuck.” Elliot groans in pain as he begins to tear up.
Before Jason can finish Elliot, Chance flips a simple coin, lands it, and shoots Jason. He quickly grabs Elliot and drags him away.
Elliot was a mess, but luckily, his pizza could help that. Chance reached for his pizza box but noticed only one pizza slice, Elliot had dropped it all earlier.
“Small problem… I can only heal one person.” Chance groans as Elliot stares at him, looking at the upset frown plastered upon his face.
“Well? Heal me!” Elliot weakly lifts an arm, motioning him towards her. “I’m the most injured!”
“Oh boo hoo, you lost an arm and all my fingers are broken! That hurts far more than losing all that hurts!” Chance spits out of his annoying mouth.
“It still fucking hurts!” Elliot kicked at Chance's legs, causing him to tumble.
“H-Hey! That wasn’t fair!” Chance slaps them with his limp hand.
“Sorry, I work far more than you do and am successful.” Elliot squirms away from him.
“I’m sorry, but being a pizza worker is not as good as being a casino owner?” Chance kicks him back.
“I meant that you are a lazy ass fucking asshole that doesn’t even do generators, just flips coins and fails all the shots he attempts to shoot at the killer!” Elliot responds with a kick as well.
“It’s not MY fault my gun is stubborn!”
“Your gun isn’t ALIVE!”
Chance gets on top of Elliot and slaps her, causing her to groan and grab his neck. “Do that again, I dare you.”
“Gladly!” Chance slaps Elliot again, leading to Elliot choking him.
“H-Hey…! T-Too… Mph- Far!” Chance loses breath and passes out, his eyesight blacking out.
…
Chance suddenly woke up on top of a tower, finding his pain at a wane. His wounds were healed.
“Found an extra pizza slice in my bag. Don’t ask.” Elliot says as he looks through his bag.
“Oh, okay.” The two stay there in silence; the lack of noise leads to an overwhelming sense of distrust.
“Sorry. About that.” Elliot speaks as Chance watches their lips. “That was bad, to say the least.”
“... Oh! Sorry- Yeah.” Chance nervously remarks.
Elliot looks at him, turning his head in confusion. “What’s wrong?” Chance stays still, sometimes looking at Elliot.
Chance looks down, seeing the tiniest bulge he’s ever seen. “You’re fucking small, LMAO.” Elliot giggles, staring at it. “Whatever, come here, you know the drill.”
Chance’s face flushes at the thought of Elliot helping his… Issues. He stares at Elliot’s own bulge appearing.
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“O-Oh! Oh my god… This is happening…” Chance whimpers in delight as Elliot pulls their faces together with swiftness.
“Mm.” Elliot kisses him, his tongue slowly entering his mouth, rubbing alongside his. Their tongues fight for any sense of dominance. Chance obviously loses, finding himself pinned to the wall, having his mouth being fucking ruined by Elliot’s tongue alone.
Elliot pulls away, saliva dribbling down Chance’s lips. “You up to do this?” Elliot asks, needing permission to go further. Chance speaks no volume, only quick and needy nods of the head.
Elliot takes this as permission and takes off Chance’s pants, revealing what the bulge was. Just an oversized clitoritis. Chance must’ve been transgender and taking male hormone products.
Elliot takes off his pants and boxers, having his dick spring up and rub against Chance’s ‘own’. “W-Why is it so big?” Chance mutters in amazement and nervousness.
“5 inches, above average. I guess so.” Elliot explains with unneeded detail. Soon, he lifts two fingers to Chance’s mouth, stuffing them in it. “Suck them.” He demands, sending a wave of need and desire through Chance’s body… Oh, how that turned him on.
Chance sucks his fingers, tasting dirt, sweat, and pizza. “Ew.” Chance mutters when Elliot pulls away. Before Chance can speak, he feels the fingers shoved into his vaginal opening. “F-FUCK…” Chance moans as Elliot shoves them deeper into him, causing him to tighten.
“If you tighten it’ll hurt. Dumbass.” Elliot mutters as he strokes his dick with a short speed, getting it ready for immense stimulation. “Get ready.”
Elliot quickly pushes himself in, groaning as he buries his cock deep inside Chance. “Oh my god… Oh my god…” Chance moans, grinding against what was inside of him, giving Elliot the signal to move.
Elliot quickly pushes deeper, thrusting in and out slowly before picking up the pace, going faster and faster, giving Chance a huge amount of pleasure with each thrust. Elliot keeps on pushing and pushing into the submissive guy below him, once so cocky and grandiose, now a puddle of heat and sweat.
Chance feels his walls closing against Elliot as she hits a spot deep inside him. “Right there…!” Elliot shoves into him again-and-again, hitting the same spot with a large speed, enough to give anyone some of the best pleasure in their lives.
Soon enough, Chance feels a knot in his throat, he is quite a quickshot, so this isn’t surprising for anyone… Who has done him before. Elliot didn’t, so he found the evidence hinting to his upcoming orgasm quite unexpected. But he didn’t mind.
Elliot shoved deep into him, burying himself deeper by the thrust, before hitting directly at the top of his womb, causing him to squirt his fluids into Elliot’s chest. Elliot finds this amusing and pulls out,putting him on the floor and forcing her cock into his mouth.
“Suck it.” Elliot shoves it deeper, causing Chance to gag but suck anyway. Elliot’s length in his mouth felt like pain, but the taste covered it. The taste was salty and it tasted rather good. The scent was better. The musky smell was all he needed to go further and suck at full-on speeds.
Elliot was moaning this time, Chance worked his magic as Ellliot was the one falling apart with the stimulation. Elliot began grinding against Chance, but stopped as he started to feel his cock rushing with pleasure.
Her cock began spurting strands of long cum, coating Chance’s throat and mouth with a white-yellow color. The fluids tasted rather salty but were still good none-the-less.
Elliot stands up and looks to her side, seeing Jason standing by the stairs. Fucking-
And then Jason stabbed them to death :D the emnd