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s3thwrit3sstuff · 2 months

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hello seth! i don’t think my tumblr works with anon so i’ll just send it like this! i’m a huge fan of your writing and i absolutely adore it. whenever i am in the need for a good story and writing inspiration i go to your blog. so i was hoping if you could write a sally face fic! i haven’t seen too many on here and willing to write for m reader or ftm.

i like the thought of being with sally and just having time with him, soft domestic type stuff. then he starts asking you how you really feel about his face and you smile and take off his mask with permission and kiss him saying he’s beautiful and to not worry. you kiss him and hold him. he then sits up but keeps your lips locked and you begin to explore each other sexually but in a such intimate way you both are crying almost. if you want could be m reader but i would love a ftm reader! can we also have reader be bottom but still be guiding sally and affirming him. i know this is a big ask and you’re always working so hard so please take liberty with this ask! take what you want from it and remove what you don’t like. i just love you’re writing. take your time as well! writing can be draining sometimes and you really need to find that inspiration so i want to make sure you feel no pressure!

have a good day/night/evening!!<3

❝ I'll show you how we're supposed to feel (when we meet at Orion's belt) ❞

warnings: mentions of facial dysphoria, self-deprecating thoughts (Sal), unprotected sex, praise (a lot of it), minor hair pulling, creampies, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like cunt and boypussy are used)

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authors note: thank you so much for your kind words! hearing that you use my writing as writing inspiration made me feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside oh lord 😭 you're too kind! This request was the softest one I've ever worked on, thank you so much for gracing me with the opportunity to write this~

*song on repeat: Orion's Belt by Sabrina Claudio / Baby Girl by SMNM

"Cold, cold, cold," Sal lifts his head from the couch. The sight of you rushing down the wooden stairs in nothing but a towel makes him lift himself to sit. "Fuck! Sal, you should put carpet in here!" Grinning, he leans forward and folds himself in half to stare at you furiously lifting the towel up to wrap around your shoulders instead.

"You hate carpet. B'sides, it'll get that weird moldy smell in here. I told you to get those fuzzy slippers," Gizmo meows in agreement from his corner of the couch. "Traitor!" you exclaim and he simply meows once again, lifting a leg to lick his stomach and Sal reaches over to give his head a good scratch.

"See? Even Gizmo agrees."

"Gizmo has in-built fuzzy socks. He has no say in this," your huffing and puffing simply makes Sal roll his eye, lifting Gizmo up to place the large cat right on his stomach while he props his head onto the armrest of the couch. Gizmo stretches out onto his torso, unbothered by the change in position while he presses his nose into Sal's chest and twists until he's nearly full on his back; the action makes Sal secure the old cat on him. His olive-toned arm loosely wrapped across Gizmo's purring body.

You're still rambling but it's all background noise to Sal. The sight of your bare legs and backside calls for his attention and despite how guilty he feels, he can't help but drag his sight all the way up to your — now — bare shoulders. The towel is now limply draped over the towel rack, and your muscles and bones are moving seamlessly underneath the fabric of your skin.

Everything about you can make him feel like he's going to explode. In a good way, if you can believe it. He sure as hell didn't. Sal remembers the first time he saw you, thinking you looked cool and that it was nice your interests lined with his. Somehow you managed to become more than that.

More always scared Sal. It was greedy and selfish. He wasn't religious but there was a sense of anxiety that came from wanting and needing more than you were given. Some sort of divine guilt was planted within him through passing by churches and reading the signs of worship plastered on billboards. Needing more is frightening, especially from other people.

More time spent with you two. More hours of listening to you speaking. More days spent with you in his home, bare skin and bare soul all for him and only him.

It frightened him!

Because, as self-centered as it sounds, he'd have to give you more. Don't take this the wrong way, he wants to — God, he wants to — but...but...

What if you don't like all that he has?

The fabric of his skin is spoiled. Marred. One of his eyes is artificial, his jaw asymmetrical, bone blown to bits, nose cut off and skin grafts stitched together and spliced.

His heart hammers in his chest, and his breathing is shaky as he squeezes Gizmo. The patch-furred critter mews, twisting once again and crawling up. His weight on Sal's chest is comforting. The pressure across it squeezed down on him, reminding his body that it was real and he was safe.

"In conclusion, I propose we buy a heater! That way we can — "

You're dressed in Sal's pajama pants, hands in the middle of pulling down the oversized band shirt when you notice Sal squeezing his eyes shut.

"Sal? Baby? What's wrong?" You sit by his legs, placing a hand on his knee and pressing your hands on it to ease him back down. "You're okay, baby. You're okay." It's not often Sal gets like this. You've known him ever since he came to Nockfell County; you know he's the type of person to withdraw within himself when his anxieties get the best of him. He's certainly gotten better with time and as your friendship — and eventual relationship — got stronger, the both of you worked on ways to lean on each other when things get tough.

Sal inhales deeply, Gizmo raising with the motion, and exhales. You don't pry more, giving him room to find the words and tether back to you. Gizmo's purrs muffle the silence.

"Sorry, just, the sight of your ass gave me a heart attack, Jesus," the joke is met with a loose grin but Sal knows you better than that. Still. He's grateful you snort at his jesting. Gizmo stands — Sal grimaces as he puts all his weight on his sternum — then walks over to your lap instead. The sight makes him calm down.

The faded grey of the once-black band shirt and his pajama pants do too. It's silly but the sight of you in everything that's his comforts a part of him. You're here. You're in love with him. Your gaze holds nothing but patience and adoration and a tinge of worry.

But you're here, in his clothes, in his room, his cat in your lap, and your hands on his body.

"You feeling better, Sal?" He nods, pushing to sit. "Do you wanna talk about it, baby?" Gizmo gives your chin one more bump before he jumps on the floor and meanders his way to his food bowl. Taking the chance, you inch closer to Sal and he's grateful for it.

You're not scared of the cold prosthetic on his face. The iron bolts that secure the straps to his face and head, the glass eye that shines humourlessly in any situation.

"Do you ever want...more from this? From me?" That line of questioning made your brows furrow and mouth frown. "What do you mean?" You reach for him and Sal reciprocates by holding your hand in his lap.

"I was joking about seducing Mr Smith from the electronics store for a heater," he scoffs at your lame joke but continues. "I don't mean that, I'll get us a heater. Just..."

"You've never seen...all of me." His grip loosens but you don't let it. "So?" he looks at you, his face angled low and the shape of his prosthesis mimics his brow bone. Sal is pinching his face, confused at your indignant tone.

"So?" He whispers. You lift his hand up, inching in closer and placing his knuckles over your clavicle.

"So?"

"Doesn't it freak you out? We've been together for so long and you've never seen my face," he murmurs. Since you're so close, speaking above a whisper would ruin this moment. Sal's heart is racing again though this time the anxiety is laced with his love for yours. It's a confusing emotion but he relishes the way you press your forehead to his, nose bumping with the bump on his prosthesis.

"Do you want me to see your face?" He inhales sharply, glancing away.

"...I do. But..."

"Mm?" you spread his fingers out, guiding them to your neck and the calloused pads of Sal's fingers make gooseflesh spread. The hairs on the back of your neck standing in applause; because that's what he does to you.

He makes your pupils expand, makes your heart race, makes your brain produce dopamine; your body lights up like a goddamn firework when he so much as looks your way. You can be yourself with him without fear because you know you do the same to him.

"...I've only ever let you kiss me when it's dark. The first time we had sex, I couldn't even take off the mask...I just...I'm..."

Your frown deepens when Sal sighs, his shoulders dropping.

"Be honest. Does it bother you?"

He's glad you don't reply immediately. A part of him always worries your love for him overtakes everything else. That, if something ever happens between the two of you and it tears you apart, you'll feel regret once the love is gone. You brush his hair behind his ear, cupping his jaw as you shake your head.

"No. It doesn't. Because it's you, Sal. I love you. Even the parts you aren't ready for me to see." He exhales and his breath escapes through the slits of his mouth. You feel it on your thumb and it makes you grin.

There's a twitch in his eye and your grin falters for a moment before it reappears when he locks eyes with you.

"...Do you want me to see your face, baby?"

His jaw is set. His tongue is made of lead. So Sal simply closes his eyes and gives you a minuscule nod. If it weren't for your hand on his jaw, you probably would've mistaken it for a twitch.

"Can I take off your prosthetic?"

Another nod.

"Are you sure, baby? I won't do it if you're not — "

"I'm sure." He says in one breath. "I'm sure."

A moment of silence was shared and you leaned forward to press your lips in the molding of his. The cool material does not pulse or pump with life but it's your Sal's and you cherish it deeply; he exhales shakily and you grin as your fingers dance through the locks of blue to find the straps that hold the prosthetic in place.

It's secure, it's meant to be, and you can feel the wear and tear of the years in the material. The scratches and indents weaved into every fiber. You unbuckle the lower end first and Sal tightens his hold on you, so you pause and press another kiss to his porcelain cheek.

When he nods, you continue, cupping the mask in one hand to steady it while you undo the upper buckle.

Sal would be statue-like if it weren't for the nervous tremors in his fingers. The mask loosens and its weight drops into your hand. His breath does not come through the slits anymore and you can feel it breeze through the fine hairs on your fingers.

He says nothing and neither do you. Still, you place one more kiss on the forehead of his prosthetic and lower it from view.

Sal has his eyes cast away, but he faces you. There's a large scar across the right side of his mouth, splitting his lips and exposing his teeth. There's a dent on the right side of his lower jaw that leaves his bone structure slightly unbalanced, and the cartilage of his nose is completely missing. The skin has healed, stretching his eye and tugging on the rest. It's pinkish still, never quite settling into the rest of his olive-toned skin, and Sal understands why it's jarring.

It's like peeling back the layers of what makes humans...humans.

The skin. The sight of his face makes people unnerved. Teeth and gums and muscles and the lack of a nose. One side of his face was a plain canvas and the other was a goddamn Jackson Pollock painting of horror.

Your touch on his bare skin shocks him. The pads of your fingers drag across his cheekbones. "Does it hurt?" You ask with your eyes lidded.

"No, no, it...it doesn't." You smile and your thumb rests just under his eyes, sweeping fondly while your palm holds his face preciously within your hand. There's a flush to his skin — it's not unusual with how the prosthetic held over his face nearly 24/7.

There's a feeling of nakedness that comes without the even pressure across his visage but your hands are an amazing substitute.

"You don't have to be nice," he says. "It takes a lot to get used to — "

"I know I can't completely convince you to not think of yourself as 'something to get used to' but you're not. Not to me." Sal's eye water and he wills himself to finally look at you.

There's a pinch to your brows, it makes your eyebrows cast this shadow across your eyes and highlight the colours of your eyes. You're frowning at his self-deprecation, though beyond that he can see you mean well.

"I would gladly sit on your face, Sal."

He scoffs, groaning as he slips away from your hand to toss his head back and flop right onto the couch again. "You're fuckin' impossible, (Y/N)," he mumbled as his hands covered his face. You place the prosthetic down on the makeshift coffee table near the couch and chuckle as you swing one leg over his hips and rest your crotch over his.

"What? I'm being honest here!" Bracing your weight on your elbows, Sal finds the comfort of your body across his similar to Gizmo's. "You're fucking beautiful," he squirms at that and you huff, nuzzling your face into his neck while he peeks from over his fingers.

"You don't have to say that," you huff once again. "I'm not saying that because I have to, I'm saying it because I want to. You're fucking beautiful, me being your boyfriend is just a coincidence."

He feels you shifting and instinctively, his hands rest on your hips and there he is again. You know you shouldn't stare, so you don't, but the shy glances at his face are less than secretive. His eyes are blue, cobalt almost, and his eyebrows are a darker shade of his hair. The shape of his eyes is rounded, with a deep crease and heavy eyelids just like his father's. Lifting your head, you gaze down at him and your hands are once again gingerly ghosting on his skin. This time, they're tracing his collarbones, feeling up the protruding muscle of his neck and halting at his jaw.

"Can I kiss you, baby?" He has a quirk. A lip twitch that he does when he's excited; you've been dating him for years and you're still finding out new things about your boyfriend. It makes your heart race and it only triples in speed when he nods. Hovering, the peak of your lips ghost his. He had always envied how you kiss his prosthetic. It was an extension of himself but he hated how badly he wanted to feel you on him.

They press to his and Sal slips his eyes closed. It's nothing more than a peck. Innocent, chaste. But then he's tightening his grip and pulling you in; tilting his head like he's always seen other people do and you're grinning into it. He knows because he can feel it.

He can feel it.

How your lips spread, the hint of teeth that slide over his bottom ones, and the crinkling of your nose that's brushing over his cheek.

"You taste so good, pretty boy," your words make his ears red. "I'm sure anything is better than kissing porcelain," he replies with a breathless tone, leaning forward again as if unwilling to part from you even if just to talk.

"No, don't disrespect yourself like that. What did we say about making those jokes." "Hah, I'll stop when you do."

Giggling, you're leaning in again. Sal wonders if kissing you is the only reason he's not completely in tears. The first time he'd accidentally showed Larry his face, he'd cried because Larry didn't look away from him. You taste tears on your lips and Sal curses softly as he tucks himself under your jaw, groaning. You shush him comfortingly, threading your fingers through his hair as he takes a few deep inhales.

"I love you." Those words are followed by more tears and you squeeze him again. "I love you, Sal," he nods against your — his — shirt. He can feel the grin you have from the crown of his head.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

Because you did. Sal was the man you wanted to be with until the Earth decided to throw in the towel; it didn't matter how buried your love for each other would be, because when your bones are dug up, or his guitar, or the treasure trove of things you've called yours; in the future, when you whisper to those archeologists: "Do you know?" they'd nod and reply, "We know you loved him."

Sal has never felt love like this. One that felt overwhelming at first, the same way entering a body would be for the first time in your life, but once he embraced the feeling? It was so...fulfilling.

How lucky was he?

Sal pulls away to cup your face and he leans in. You meet him halfway.

The feeling of your breath, your heart thudding against his own chest, the pulse beating under his thumb as he holds your neck — Sal isn't sure if he'd ever get into heaven but he doubts it ever compares to you.

His jaw moves and your lips part as you press closer. Fuck, kissing him felt like drinking in sunlight. There's a freedom that follows it, leaves you floaty and blissful.

"I love you," he replies between the friction, teeth biting down on your lower lip if only to hear if you'd gasp. You do.

"I love you so fuckin' much, (Y/N)." There's a feverish desperation in his words. But it makes your heart swell. There's no doubt in his eye, nothing but the truth and the truth is he'd worship you.

You're kissing again. Eager to show him the explosions he sets off within you. Between desperate lip locking and messy tangles of tongues, his hands move down and up your — his —shirt.

Squeezing your sides as he drags his digits across your skin. It spreads fire across your planes, has your already uneven breath shuddering as he memorizes the shape of your body again.

There's a growing hardness between his legs. You can feel it — twitching below your crotch as he tilts his head and tastes the lust that perspires from your neck.

He's greedy with his mouth. How could he not be? Sal has been wanting to taste you the second he realised how badly he wished you were his.

"Fuck, Sal." You groan, chewing on your lower lip as he experiments with this unmarked territory. His tongue is warm, his teeth brushes over pumping arteries with an air of amusement; when he finds the sweet spot? The spot where your breath hitched as he kissed it?

Sal makes your blood vessels explode. It isn't enough that the hairs on your neck stand in attention because of him, or how your blood rushes to your head when he so much as looks your way. He's determined to show you he can worship you in more ways than one.

You're gripping onto his shirt and your hips grind down. The moan he lets out makes your cunt wetter than before.

"I need you," you tell him as he sinks his teeth in. Just to test it out, to see if you'd like it. You do. His back feels cold as you lift his shirt but he grips at your wrist, panting as he moves his head away so you can see him.

"Can I...Can I keep it on?" He already felt a touch too exposed. You nod, reassuring him with a chaste peck.

"I'm gonna take of my shirt. You've made me all warm," he smiles a bit too smugly. He's handsome that way. When he gets a bit cocky — it's a sure fire way to make your head dizzy with desire.

"My shirt," he mumbles.

But when your bare torso is revealed the sass is pushed away. Sal presses kisses on your chest, teasing your perk buds with his too-warm hands and relishing in the way you toss your head back when he takes one in his mouth.

"Sal, holy fuck." He kneads at your ass, making your hips move back and forth. Rocking your clothed cunt over his boner as he leaves hickeys and bitemarks.

Here is where I plant my love, he thinks as he feels your heart pound against your ribcage, here is proof that he's mine.

Your pants are pulled below your waist and Sal moves back, making you yelp at the loss of balance. One second you're over him and the next, you're both tumbling over the couch.

His hand cradles the back of your head, curling over you as much as he could when you crash. Thankfully, none of you knocked into the coffee table but the adrenaline of the short fall makes the both of you wide-eyed.

"Holy fuck!" You laugh breathlessly. He scans you for any injury but soon follows suit. "You okay?" His hair curtains your face from view as he descends to claim your lips again.

"I'm peachy, baby." Sal grunts as you tug at the waist band of his pants. "Don't stop..." and how could he say no to you when you look up at him like that?

Your hands invade underneath his shirt and Sal moans as you press your fingers lightly into his back, kneading at the tense muscles. "M'not gonna take it off. Just wanna feel you," you assure as you reach his shoulder blades. God, the feeling of your hands on his body made him feel so Holy.

Ironic in the grand scheme of things but it's not like Sal gave a damn.

It's your turn to mark him up. He often already is. But this time your lips latch onto the obvious places. Lifting yourself to sit, Sal is suddenly at your mercy as you lovingly bruise him up with your mouth.

Sal lifts himself off your crotch a bit, panting and moaning at your ministrations, and slips his hand down your pants. Your breath stutters as your boyfriend touches your core.

"Sal," you plead. "I know, baby. I know," Sal frowns when you whine. "What? What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"You're just..." You're breathing heavily as you stare up at him, nails lightly digging into his skin as your dick twitches against his palm.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Sal."

That catches him completely off-guard. He hates how tears immediately burn at his waterline but regret doesn't come when they travel down his cheek. You're kissing him and the self-depriciation doesn't once rise. That snivelling, hissing, voice of doubt remains mute as you hold him.

"So fucking pretty," he slips his finger in as if attempting to distract you with pleasure. It makes you keen but you continue to sing praises for him as he pumps his digits in and out of you.

It's hard to move when you curl your arms over his back, hands peeking from the stretched out collar of his shirt. Forehead once again pressed to his.

"I can't — "

"You're all mine. My pretty boy is all mine." Blood should not rush so quickly to one's head. His chest is dusted in red, his shoulders, his ear, the apples of his cheek —

"You feel so good, Sal."

You allow him to push you back, splaying out onto the floor with your eyes lidded in want as he looked at you.

"...Shit, you're making my brain go all stupid," he grumbles — it sounds more like a whine. You lift your hips as he tugs your pants down and off. Sal gets between your legs and for a moment you think he's about to just slide in — which causes you a bit of concern considering how much meat he's packing between his legs — but then he lays on his stomach and your cock peeks straight up.

"I've watched a few pornos," he says with a grimace, "but — "

"I can guide you, Sal." He's looking up at you with those doe eyes and you chuckle as you brush some of his hair back. "You made me cum from grinding on your goddamn leg before. You've got this, Sex Grandmaster Sal."

"Really don't think mentioning Larry's marijuana induced rambling is setting the mood, babe," your giggle smooths out the furrowed brows he had. "Sorry, sorry."

Your cunt is making his mouth water. Sal presses his thumb on your cock and the sigh you let out eases his worries. His tongue on your dick has you inhaling deeply, slowly, back arching off the floor as he looks up at you.

He's overzealous but fuck does it make you wetter than you've ever been. Licking and sucking on your cock while he teases the opening of your cunt with his fingers. The hints of teeth makes your hips twist but he holds your hips down with muffled groans.

"Fuck, yes. You're doing so good, Sal. S'fuckin' good — holy shit, babe," the way your voice gets all pitchy makes him grin. Your slick on his tongue is making him want more, so he spreads your lips apart and sinks his tongue inside, it makes your grip onto his head, and Sal moans into you at the pinpricks of pain that follow.

Fingers accompanies his tongue and you're clamping your thighs around his head. It forces Sal's face into your cunt and the whole thing has him chuckling against you.

Pinning your thighs apart, Sal licks and swipes at the slick around his mouth and chin, catching his breath as he curses.

"Fucking Christ, does it feel that good?" You whine in retaliation. "You're the one going down on me of course I'm going fuckin' crazy. You get all whiny when I go down on you too — "

He curls a finger inside of you and you cut yourself off with a particularly loud moan. The floorboards above you creak and like a deer lifting its head as a branch snaps in the distance, another follows as whoever was in the living room heard the echoing cries of pleasure.

Sal slips another finger in and you cover your mouth, glaring at his handsome face petulantly. It falters as he stretches you out, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm that he occasionally breaks to curl his fingers up.

You're groaning and curling your toes, eyelids fluttering and squeezing shut as he jerks you off with his other hand. Loosening his jaw, Sal uses his spit to lube you up further. He had a thing for sloppy sex. You once joked he enjoyed the slick-and-slide of it all and he didn't deny it then and probably won't ever.

"Nuh - no, don't wanna cum yet, I wanna cum with you, baby," he slows his rhythm, staring at you as you lift yourself onto your hands and taste yourself on his lips.

"Want you inside me. Please, Sal, I'm beggin'"

"You don't have to. I've got you." He nods when you hold onto the waist of his pants. Pulling it down to his knees and let his cock spring out into the air. Fuck, it's a pretty dick.

It's fat and heavy. Thicker than longer, the girth always makes your toes curl. It's a darker colour compared to the rest of his skin tone, the mushroom tip a warmer shade that burns when you tease him too much. You motion for the couch and he leans against it, whispering your name as you hover over his cock.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he says as you pump his dick with your fist while you line it up to your cunt. "You're pretty fucking hot yourself, big dick," he struggles not to laugh in your face, shaking his head in 'disapproval' that's short-lived.

You sink down on the tip of his cock and Sal moans out your name, squeezing your hips. You shiver for a moment, willing your insides not to clench so excitedly when you've still got some ways to go.

"Shit, (Y/N). You're so fuckin' tight." You could not agree more. The more you go down on him, the more you're tempted to just squeeze him like a vice. Sal brings your face down to kiss him, very quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of it. It's no wonder teenagers made out in the hallways all the damn time.

Gravity helps you the rest of the way. When he's all the way inside of you, you part your lips, the way your eyebrows slope being felt on Sal's forehead as you clench around him.

"Fuuuuck, Sal" you're whimpering his name, arms wrapped around his neck as you look at him. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby."

He swallows thickly, reaching to push your hair away from your face as he gazes up.

"I love you, so fuckin' much. I love you, Sal," you're determined to make him turn into nothing but mush. He's certain of it. His insides felt like a field of flowers, all blooming at once, even if it didn't sense at all. There's an airy moan that escapes him as you squeeze your inner thighs, your hips move forward and Sal grips you like he's afraid you're just a figment of his imagination.

"I know, baby," he whispers back. "I love you, more than you can imagine."

A dopey grin appears on your face. "You think you can show me how much you love me, handsome?" He smiles and your heart feels like it's going to stop.

"I can do more than show you, pretty boy."

He turns you over on your side, not once pulling out. You hastily grab some couch pillows for the both of you before your descent onto the floor. It's cold but that's all the more reason to hold onto each other.

Once your head is on a pillow and you're on your back again, he drapes over you.

Another kiss. Another mischievous nibble. A sly dance of tongues.

Sal is pulling out, the drag of his dick makes you whimper, and thrusts back home. The action has your nails leaving welts on his back but it just reinvigorates him.

He's splitting you open and filling you up. Every thrust makes you see stars. You're unwilling to let him go if the legs wrapped around his waist are saying anything.

But Sal is growing flustered the more praises you tell him.

"That's it, baby. Fuck this pussy, this pussy's just for you."

"Fuck, you look so good, baby. On top of me, fucking me, shit — !"

"Oh, God, your cock is — yeah, right there! — you're in so deep, Sal -Ah!"

You're so fucking filthy.

He wants to hide his face in your neck but he doesn't wanna take his eyes off you. Eyes trailing where his lips and teeth had been, eyeing the sheen of sweat on you and your messed up hair.

The shower you just took had been in vain, huh?

"Fuh - fuck, I'm close," he warns, bracing himself on his elbows as he hovers above you.

"Yeah? Me — mff! — too. Cum inside, baby. Need to feel you — fuuuuck — dripping outta' me," he chuckles breathlessly at your words.

His hips are stuttering and he can see the way your brows are furrowing, angelic moan after angelic moan being knocked out of you. He gives your cock a rub and the way your back arches off the floor makes him hold his own orgasm back just so he can see you like this as clearly as he can take it in.

"Sal, oh fuck, baby!"

"I've got you, (Y/N)."

He chokes out a groan as he feels you clamping down on him, your cunt gripping onto him like it never wants him to let go. You gasp as he snatches your breath, messily making out with him as the aftershocks of your orgasm are barrelled through thanks to Sal's deep thrusts.

"Shit, shit, shit," you smile as he begins to lose his rhythm. Ignoring how sensitive your boypussy feels as he chases his end. "C'mon, baby, fill me up. Yeah, that's it."

He cums with one final thrust. The warmth of it floods your insides, earning pleasant shivers from you as you moan out his name. He's riding his orgasm out, pushing in and out of you shallowly as he catches his breath above you.

"Jesus, fuck..." You giggle at his words, chest rising and falling in rapid motions as your heart tries to calm down.

"That was, Christ, that was — " "Fucking amazing?"

He nods, falling on top of you as carefully as he can. You embrace him, humming as he kisses your neck while you rub his back. The both of you catch your breath, satisfied expressions etched on your faces.

When Sal moves, your eyes are already closed. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss, ignoring the way he stares at his own jizz dripping out of your cunt in favor of gazing at his face.

"We gotta take a shower all over again," he says, helping you sit up and accepting the hug you give him when you're righted.

"...Wanna do it all over again in the shower?" Your question earns a throaty chuckle. "Thought it was implied in my statement."

Another beat of comfortable silence is shared. Sal sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"I've got you, Sal."

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hi! I saw you did Sally Face, and you hadn't gotten a request for it yet.

So if you can, how about a Sal fisher x Male reader that's into studying witchcraft and the paranormal?

You can decide if this would be a drabble, one-shot, etc..

A/n: say less anon leave this to me🫡

Little Dark Age

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft

kinda goes from headcanons to a little one-shot !!

warnings?: mentions of witchcraft and the paranormal,

!-!more under the cut!-!

—Honestly you being into witchcraft and all things spooky is probably how you met Sal.

—He'd definitely be intrigued, and would probably ask you for help in finding out the secrets of Addison Apartments

—You both click instantly, with his curiosity of the paranormal and your knowledge of it, you both fit hand in hand.

—He asks you a lot of questions regarding the paranormal and that's how he found out you're also into witchcraft.

—He makes jokes about potions and hexes and is actually shocked when you tell him that those are real, though they're not as drastic as people think. He quickly get's over his shock and quickly finds it super cool that you know about all of this stuff.

—He tells you about Megan and you suggest having a Séance in the room her ghost resides in to make it easier for him to communicate with her. It's now a regular thing you both do, sometimes you're able to contact her and other times you're not, either way Sal is still pretty impressed with your skill.

—You guys tried to get Larry to join you both for a Séance once but he freaked out after just stepping foot in the fifth floor, like he just refuses.

—The entire gang calling you a witch whenever they're talking about you

—Todd corrected them all once, calling you a wizard and not a witch since you're male and now it's the only thing Larry calls you. At least Sal still uses your name sometimes but Larry seems to have taken a vow to never say it again.

—After gaining a bit more trust in your relationship Sal would tell you about the shadow ghost he'd been seeing around, asking for help to contact it or seeing if you know more about it.

—You freak out when he tells you about it though he can tell you're trying to hide it. You give him a Hazar necklace (one of those blue-eye amulets) and tell him you'll place a protection spell on him while you look into his shadow entity.

—He now wears that amulet religiously and practically never takes it off.

—He's asked you to try and contact Larry's dad the way you do with Megan but you don't follow through with it since you're not sure how Larry would feel about it.

—When he first meets Ash he stupidly asks you to make a love potion for him. You tell him you won't do it because it can be dangerous and you're jealous, and he's a bit sad but understands nonetheless.

—I ran out of ideas so here's a one-shot about the scenario above

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"Come on Y/n please! Just this once," Sal begged you as he stood in your living room, hoping that this time your answer would change, however it didn't. "No." "I'll never ask you for anything ever again! I swear! Come on man..use your wizard powers and whip something up for me!" "For the last time Sal, I am not making you a "love potion" for some stupid girl." You crossed your arms, a pout resting on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed. "Ash isn't stupid, she's-" Sal sighed in a lovesick way and you rolled your eyes. "Making a love potion can be dangerous, they tend to backfire, you know?" You drew Sal's attention back to you, staring into the holes of his mask where you could just barely make out his blue eyes. It took him a minute, but slowly he nodded, a sigh that you could barely make out escaped his lips and you chuckled.

"You could just confess to her you know?" You mentally cursed yourself out for suggesting such a thing. Even though a part of you wanted to help your dear friend with his girl problems another part of you wanted said girl out of his life completely. Luckily, Sal quickly shut down the idea, "No way man, it was hard enough for me to just become friends with her." You shook your head, biting back a teasing grin as you stared at Sal, "well sorry I can't exactly help you here. If you need me to summon the dead I'm all ears but you and your girl problems can go." You pointed towards the door with a quirk of you eyebrow and you barely saw Sal roll his eyes as he turned to leave with a huff. "Thanks for nothing Y/n, see ya." "Yeah yeah, see ya Sally Face." You sighed, hearing the door close behind, walking over to lock it back. You stared at the wooden frame as your mind wandered to the conversation that took place moments prior. A love potion...would it be hypocritical if you,,,- no! You quickly shook those thoughts from your head, scolding yourself as you walked to your room. Using a love spell on Sally would be ridiculous, not to mention the dangers you just warned Sal himself about. You flopped onto your bed, groaning into your hands as gay thoughts of you and one of your best friends flooded your mind. You can see why Sal felt hopeless enough to ask for a love potion in moments like these, a dry chuckle leaving your mouth at how hypocritical you sounded. 'Just confess to her' you said, as if you yourself don't tremble at the thought of doing the same thing. 'Maybe one day I'll tell him', you think, knowing in your heart that it's probably not true.

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( i hope my limited knowledge on witchcraft and the paranormal was enough)

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sharkboywrites · 2 months

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please, a sal fisher x autistic male reader

ur writing is so good and I wish I could write like you. lots of love! <3

Sal Fisher With an Autistic Male S/O

A/N: Yayyy writing for Sally Face I love this game sm, I'm considering replaying it (I need to but it on my switch tho). I just love this game and all of the characters, it holds my heart, so exited to write for it, Sorry it got a lil angsty at the end, but I guess we all know how the game ends :(

Male Reader, Autistic Reader

The two of you probably met through school

You were the 'weird" quiet kid, didn't talk a lot, needed some help in class, and all around didn't have many friends

It was the average school day, the average torture of high school, when Sal showed up

A new kid from New Jersey is what you overheard from all the other kids, but you figured with your luck a new student wouldn't take any type of interest in you

That was until you saw him

A shorter boy with blue hair and a prosthetic mask

He was in your geometry class, and since the rest of the desks and tables were filled up, except for yours because you wanted to sit by yourself and nobody else wanted to sit with you, he sat right next to you

Normally the popular groups of kids would beg the new student to sit with them, find some way to open up a seat, but not this time

But not with Sal, his prosthetic mask and rather cold and blunt demeanor putting everybody else off

Not you though, you knew what it was like to be different

You didn't mind his mask, or his personality, in fact you could relate to him, not that you started talking to him at first, you were still too scared

As the year went on, the two of you did start talking a little bit, chats about the lessons, how much you despised the teacher, and even giving each other the homework answers when you forgot to do it

You saw him in the hallways and on the way to lunch, hanging out with his friends like Larry and Ash, but you never joined them

You would probably sit with them at lunch, that is if you went to lunch

The cafeteria was way to loud, so you were able to sit in the counselors office for lunch instead

It was after Sal defended you from Travis that you actually started to become closer

The two of you talked more often, found you both have similar interests, and bonded on what made the both of you different from everybody else

You even started to get closer with his friend group and finally felt like you belonged there

It was in your junior year when the two of you got together, although you kept it under the radar for obvious reasons (Travis)

You'd spend days going over to the apartment, meeting his dad, listening to him play the guitar, petting Gizmo, playing video games, and doing the usual spooky apartment activities

You never really got into their shenanigans, sometimes Sal would tell you all about them and sometimes he would be more hesitant

But the whole bologna incident was hard to hide, good thing you never ate those sandwiches

It took a while before he took his mask off in front of you, but when he did he was a bit worried you'd leave him completely

It took a lot of reassuring and comforting that day, but he was more assured and felt a lot better, more comfortable around you

After high school you didn't live together, but you were still close

You'd come over to the boy's place as often as you could, to the point they joked that you lived there

Larry and Todd would poke fun of you and Sal about your relationship, but you would do the same to Todd and Neil

When Ash showed back up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy with the time they were spending together, although you trust the both of them and would probably never admit it

Of course, with Sal doing his best to keep you out of the paranormal activity, you didn't know when things started to go down hill

When it came out about the murders, you were terrified

You testified up and down that Sal would never do such a thing, but the evidence was all there

Before he was gone, he told you that he had to do it, although you couldn't really understand what he was trying to say

And just like that, you were alone again, people constantly bugging you, trying to get information for whatever true crime podcast they were running, even though you tried to ignore it

Once again you were alone, constantly pointed and poked at, and now Sal wasn't here to comfort you

Uggh I hurt my own feelings at the end. I heard there's supposed to be a second game at some point, which I'm super exited for, ty for reading and have a nice day

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writingbirdy · 4 months

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Hey there!!I absolutely love your writings:33 Could you please do spanking kink headcanons??(sub Sally x dom (male) reader) if you’re not comfortable with that just ignore ❤️

Of course I can! This is my first time writing one but from the many I read i think I can do it 😅

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{𝚂𝚞𝚋!𝚜𝚊𝚕} x {𝚍𝚘𝚖! 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍��𝚗𝚝

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 {𝚖/𝚗} 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 {𝚖/𝚗} 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢

𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 {𝚖/𝚗} 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝

𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 {𝚖/𝚗} 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜

𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚜𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 {𝚖/𝚗} 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

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marksbear · 1 year

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Hi! It's good to know that you're doing okay! It's still good to take break's.

So i won't ask for anything complicated.

I just had an idea for a comfort person or a father figure like reader. I originally thought about Sally Face seeing y/n as a father figure or as a comfort person of his. (But if you don't write for Sally Face than you can write this as Billy Hargrove) And so like something happens to Sal/ Billy and they need comfort so they go to y/n without knowing if he's actually at home. And once they get there they find out that y/n isn't home so they just stay at his front door and wait for him. Thankfully he gets home soon and finds Sal/ Billy asleep on his door step and takes them inside. After a while Sal/ Billy wake up and look for y/n. They find him and once he notices them he drops everything he's doing and goes up to sleepy Sal/ Billy and carrie's them to bed where they sit like this:

And just talk about what happened until they eventually fall asleep.

I hope i didn't make it too complicated!

Please and thank you!

Have a good day!

- Day 🦔

Had this in my drafts for a while sorry I took so long to post. I'm sorry that its short or that you don't like it.

SALLY FACE X FATHER FIGURE READER

Sal sat down on the floor leaning on the wall right next to Y/n's apartment. Y/n wasn't home, so usually Sal hung out with Larry, but this time Sal wanted to see him. No. He needed to see him.

Sal had gotten into a bad argument with Larry, Ash and the others. Sal stormed out of Larry's room ignoring the shouts and words. Sal leaves the basement heading into the elevator while a million thoughts run around his mind.

Sally face clicked floor number four button already knowing where he was heading next. As Sal thought and thought the elevator door opens.

The blue haired boy walks out going to the man he trusted most apartment room.

Staring at the green door Sal knocks on it waiting. Sal stands there for a while not noticing how long the older man is taking to open the door.

"...Mr L/n?" Sal says to himself giving the door a few more knocks. Usually Y/n opened the door fast or at least as fast as he can.

Sal lets out a sigh in defeat before slumping down on the wall next to the door sliding down on the floor. "I guess hes not home... Oh well i'll just wait here then." Sal thinks to himself as he pulls out his game boy from his pocket.

TIMESKIP

Y/n leaves the elevator holding a bag of groceries humming to himself. Y/n walks down his side of his hallway going to his apartment.

"Sal?" Y/n breathes out looking at the blue haired boy in confusion. Y/n stands in front of the boy nudging the boy softly with his foot. Y/n quickly unlocks the door to his apartment before picking the boy up in his arms.

Y/n brings them both inside putting the bags to the side giving Sal his full attention. Y/n carries Sal into his bedroom before softly laying him down in the bed.

With ease Y/n takes Sal's shoes off putting them to the side before tucking Sal into bed. After making sure Sal was comfortable enough and well Y/n left closing the door softly before doing his own thing.

TIMESKIP

After a while Sal opens his eyes slowly looking around. Tiredly Sal recognized the familiar room and pushed himself out of bed. Sal groggily leaves the room.

Sal could hear moving in the kitchen, so Sal headed down over there.

"Y-y/n?" Sal mumbles out loud enough that the person in the kitchen heard. Y/n turned his head around stopping what he was doing.

"Hey kid." Y/n greets back putting what he was doing down and walks over to the boy. "You sound tired still. Lets go back to bed." Y/n says picking up Sal. Sal doesn't argue only wrapping his arms around Y/n's shoulder.

Y/n goes back inside the bedroom before sitting down right in the middle with Sal in his lap. Sally holds onto Y/n's back laying his head on his shoulder enjoying the quiet silence.

"What's up sally. Is everything okay kid?" Y/n questions, but not trying to force him to answer.

"Me and the guys got into an argument." Sal answers thinking about the past events. "How bad?" "Really bad..." "Oh..." Y/n breathes out thinking for a while.

"Wanna tell me what happened? Then after you're done we'll just sleep it off." Y/n says rubbing circles in Sal's lower back massaging him to help him calm down a little.

"W-well its about the ghost in the apartment. They don't want me to help them! They just want me to ignore it and move on." Sal says giving Y/n a short summary as to why the arguments started. Y/n hummed in response signalling Sally to keep going.

"And well I said I don't need their help anyway if they're just gonna ignore and brush off." Sal confess.

"Sal..." Y/n breathes out with disappointment in his tone.

"I know I know. It was just in the heat of the moment and I lashed out." Sal says into Y/n's shoulder.

"How about tomorrow I can help you apologize to them alright. But Sal. I don't want you handling these ghost, at least let me be there when you do it." Y/n says lectures swaying Sal in his arms.

"Okay... I'll like that..." Sal slurs out feeling himself falling back into sleep.

"Go to sleep... I'll be right here always by your side." Y/n whispers softly rocking Sal to sleep.

THE END

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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The Campbell Boy

Sal Fisher x Male Reader (Ashley’s Twin)

A/N: This was requested to us over on our Wattpad! Sorry, the first 200 and something words are just Sal falling for Ash, the other 1000 words are about Y/N tho I swear. Sal is so ooc omg, I haven't played the game in a hot minute so he's not at all accurate lmao.

Sal's POV:

I knock on Todd's door, I hear muffled words before he opens the door. He greets me as he opens the door. "Sorry it took me a minute to answer, I was wrapping up a tutoring session with Ashley, have you two met?" "Hey I'm Ash" I turn to see a beautiful girl, I feel my heart thump as she continues. "You must be Sally Face. I've heard so much about you!" I cough before responding "I.. Um.. me? You have?" "Yeah! All good things I swear. I'm glad I finally got to meet you."

"Me too. Er, you too. Um, I mean, it's nice to meet you as well." She sends a sweet smile my way. "I'd love to stay and chat more but I have to get going. Thanks for helping me out today, Todd." She walks to the door. "Enjoy the weekend, boys!" The door closes as I reply "You too".

"You alright Sal? You seem a bit anxious." "Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm good, I'm cool." I turn back to the ginger boy. "Okay so what brings you this way?" I completely disregard his question "Ash seems nice, is she a freshman too? What's she like?" "Her full name is Ashley Campbell. She's a freshman, like us, she also has a twin brother. She's overall a nice person." I don't seem to hear anything after that, until Todd asks "You didn't come here to talk about Ashley, though, so what's up?" "Oh, right..."

Timeskip

I was on the way to the basement, letting the elevator take me down. Larry had let me know Todd was over and asked if I wanted to hang out. It had been a while since the three of us hung out so I obviously accepted, what I didn't expect was to open the door and see Ashley sitting on a beanbag in the corner. My eyes trail from her to the figure standing beside her, his (E/C) eyes somehow more beautiful than Ash's. I felt like time had stopped.

"Sal?" I hear Larry call from beside me, I turn his way, clearing my throat. "Uh, I- yeah?" I hear the others chuckle before the taller boy walks over to me, hand out. "I don't believe we've met, you must be Sal. Larry and Ash can't keep their mouths shut about you." I look up at him, 'God, he's even more attractive up close'

"You.. Er I'm- Yeah, That- That's me."

He lightly laughs, 'I wish I could listen to that forever' he slightly tilts his head as he responds. "I'm Y/N," he quickly gestures to the brunette girl. "Ashley's twin." I nod slowly. "It's-Uh, It's nice to meet you." I finally shook his hand. "Nice to finally meet you too, Sal" I feel my face turn hot and I'm suddenly thankful for the mask covering my growing blush.

An awkward silence fills the room before Larry cuts it. "Okay, you two weirdos can stop shaking hands now." He lets out a hearty laugh as I quickly retract my hand from his warm ones. The (H/C) boy walked over to his spot next to Ashley as I sat next to Larry on the bed. 'I can't seriously be feeling this way for another boy, not that there's anything wrong with it. I'm just not gay.. right?'

Timeskip

It's been a few months since I met Y/N. I really expected my feelings for him to die off as easily as they did with Ash but I still feel just as strongly, if not more for him. 'I should probably talk to someone about this.' The first person that came to mind was Todd. He's had the most experiences with these sorts of feelings.

I quickly make my way to the 2nd floor, walking in, I greet his parents and bee-line for his room. I didn't bother knocking, the ginger boy sat in front of his computer. "Oh, hey Sal. What brings you here?" He turns the chair to face me. "Todd, I need some advice." His eyebrows furrow. "What sort of advice? What did you do?" I shake my head. "I haven't done anything. I need help figuring out some feelings." "Feelings? You're better off talking to Ash about that." I immediately shut down the idea. "Definitely not." He starts to smirk as questions me. "Why? Is she the one you have these 'feelings' for?"

"No, Um. Actually, I think I'm into her brother."

Todd's eyes grow to the size of saucers. "Y/N?!" I meekly nod. "I didn't know you liked boys." Todd laughs a little. "I didn't either." I exclaim. "That's why I need your help." Todd nods a few times before asking. "So what exactly do you need help with?" I go to respond but then pause, "I'm not sure. I guess I just wanna understand these feelings. I've never really felt this way for anyone before, and especially not for a boy."

"Sit down" He brings his arm out and gestures to the chair. "Let me help you out."

Timeskip

Yesterday's talk with Todd really helped me out. Though the idea of liking a boy is still pretty new to me, I think I'm ready to at least give it a shot. He told me that I should ask him out, that he thought he was pretty obviously gay. I couldn't be a hundred percent sure but I trusted Todd, and Y/N. I was sure that even if he were to reject me, he wouldn't make it a big deal, and would let me down slowly.

I take a deep breath before sending Y/N a text, almost instantly getting a response.

'want 2 hang?'

'ye whose place?'

'mine'

'lemme grab ash'

'hoping itd be jus u?'

'k all gud sys'

I stuff my phone into my back pocket before glancing up at the bathroom mirror. I fix up the pigtails before waiting in my room. It doesn't take long before I hear a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in." The door is slowly swung open, Y/N walking in and greeting me. "Hey man, why'd you call me over?" 'I really had to do it now, no backing out.' I shrug. "I kinda needed to talk to you." His wide smile slightly dropped. "What's wrong?" I shake my hands. "Nothing's wrong, I just.." I pause as he walks over to me, sitting on the bed, beside me.

He looks at me like he's waiting, not impatiently, just curious. I can't control the loud beats fastening, the loud thumps making their way up my throat. "Uhm-" my voice cracks, my head turning away in embarrassment. "You're all right, take your time Sal." His hand lays on my own as he gives it a reassuring squeeze. It wasn't the first time he had comforted me like this, it always made my heart jump but it really wasn't helping right now.

I don't know how long I was thinking before his gentle voice cut through my thoughts. "Sal?" My head turns back to his, quickly spurting out, "I-think-I'm-in-love-with-you!" I close my eyes tight as I wait for his response. It takes a few seconds before his thumb starts massaging my still held hand, his other resting on the porcelain mask at my cheek. I slowly open my eyes to see him grinning. "I feel the same, Sal."

My eyes widened. "You do?" He chuckles before nodding. "Have for a while. I was planning on asking you out too. Guess you beat me to it though." I lightly laugh as I lean in for a hug, his arms wrapping around my torso. "Does this mean we're- y'know?" I feel him nod against me, "If that's something you want?" "Obviously" I reply. We both share a laugh before he kisses my covered forehead.

A/N: After reading through it, it feels a little rushed, sorrryyy.

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charliesgoodboy · 2 years

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Sup' so I just found your blog and read the rules and I wanna request sum.

PLEASE DO A SALLY FACE X MALE READER DRABBLE... Sorry I got excited. I like simp for this guy for no particular reason.

Like bottom male reader smut. And uhh Idk you can choose what you want. But like... Omegaverse I beg I just... Idk man have something for this blueberry man.

(also English isn't my main language so sorry for any grammar errors)

Only if you want tho.

-Haru

Ofc I can! Thank you for this request! I was half asleep making this so it's pretty lazy I'm sorry.

Your legs feel like jello while Sal is behind you holding your hips and thrusting into you.

It was the time of your heat and your body was begging to be used by your mate, which you did get ofcourse.

Your moans drowining the room being music to Sals ears, lets him know that he's making you feel good.

"Feel good baby?? Does my cock feel so good inside you??" You nod slightly, no words being able to come out endless pleasure filling your body.

"'M gonna fill you up with my cum till your full, your gonna carry my children yea??" Your eyes roll back, syliva slightly slipping out at the side of your mouth.

Your getting closer to your climax as you grip the sheets, wrinkling them and your nails slightly peircing your skin with how hard your gripping.

"C-close.." you choke out.

"Me too...'m gonna cum inside of you 'kay??" You nod your head again eagerly relasing onto the sheets, not soon after you feel Sals seed enter you, filling up your stomach.

His grip on your waist loosening both of you panting out of exgaustion.

This is nice...imma go take a nap now

#Sally face #Sally face x male reader #Sal fisher x male reader #Male reader #male reader insert

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despairots · 2 years

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# ⌒ PARANOID MURDERER

𖥦 ˖⁩ ࣪ ִֶָ you felt so paranoid and you felt like the more you live the more your skull feels like it’ll crack… to which it did.

★ ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) › sal fisher x m!reader — angsty, sexual activity, sally face and deltarune crossover.

characters are aged up to 17-19.

takes place in pre-the bologna incident.

this’ll be a series, so stay toned!

this’ll also probably be on wattpad so check my account out when it comes out! @/-ROKIR0K1

cw: gore, violence, murder, paranormal activity, sexual activity.

★ addison apartment…

you gasped and sat up with sweat dripping down your face, you clutched your sweater where your heart was as your pupils darted everywhere in your darkened room.

you recalled what happened in your dream— er, nightmare. it was like recalling a genocide but worst… it was you creating it. you were holding a bloodied knife as you glanced down the bloodied hallway where your classmates dead bodies were.

you went on a mass murder. you were a murderer.

you sighed in relief when you realized you were real, picking up your phone, you dialled sal not expecting him to pick up, “m/n? are you okay? why’d you call me at 3:00am?” you exhaled a shaky breath.

“is… is it okay if i come over?” you heard shuffling, anxiety surfacing, “yeah, sure. why though?” you gulped as you stood up, pulling your socks up and putting on your shoes. heading towards the elevator and pressing floor 4, you were on floor 2.

you knocked on 402, the door unlocking and opening revealing sal with his usually prosthetic mask, “hi.” “hi.” you glanced behind him, seeing his TV on and his cat laying on his couch.

you squealed when his cat, gizmo, hopped down, walking towards you and rubbing his head on your leg and purring.

“i always forget that gizmo loves you more then me.” you saw his eyes crescent expressing that he was smiling, you chuckled at the cats antics as sal let you in. “so, why’d you call me at 3 am?” he hummed.

“um, nightmares.” you answered, nervously scratching your neck with small bits of sweat rolling down your face, “oh, you’re still… having them.” sal said rubbing my back in comfort as i lad my head on his shoulder.

“can i stay with you?” i questioned before realizing what i had said, “w-wait, i didn’t—i mean—i just…” i sighed in defeat as i continued to lay on his shoulder in embarrassment.

“pfft— yeah, you can stay with me.” sal snickered as i groaned and titled to the left and falling on my side, “i hate you.” i mumbled as he laughed. “you sure?” i nodded making him gasp dramatically.

“my own bestfriend.” friend… i’ll always be that way towards him.

he isn’t gay, he’s into ash not you.

as the night wandered off, the two of you teasing each other, you wondered… was that nightmare a sign? or was it all just in your head?

★ 7:43 am…

addison apartment…

you yawned, hearing the distant chatter of the TV. you glanced at sal’s clock realizing it was 7:43 but also realizing it was a sunday, “fart knuckles.” you sighed and leaned back on the couch as you heard sal’s soft snores.

you didn’t realize the blood dripping from your mouth, so when you felt something drop onto your hand almost jumping up when you realized it was blood, “it’s you.” you fell off the couch, dragging the shared blanket with you.

“fuck!—“ you screeched before covering your mouth, thank god sal was in a deep slumber today, you sighed in relief as your heart raced from the sudden voice.

you heard a maniac like giggle, “oh… it’s just you.” you said as you saw a familiar brown haired and red eyes demon, “hi kris.” they waved at you, “how’s life treating you?” he whispered.

you shrugged, “i don’t know, i keep having nightmares about me carrying a bloodied knife.” kris tensed up, “oh.” you scratching your head and fixed your position making you sit against the couch.

“i’m not THAT concerned.” you said before tensing up when you heard sal move in his sleep and sit up making kris dissolve in thin air, “m/n, i’m surprised you woke up before me.” he lightly chuckled, his voice raspy.

you chuckled, “it’s always been you who would wake up early.” he yawned and ruffled his blue hair, “oh shit, i’m sorry.” you realized he wasn’t wearing his mask, his hair was the only thing covering his face.

“no, it’s fine…” he trailed off and you…

TO BE CONTINUED!!

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ifangirlalot · 29 days

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Your sal fisher content literally feeds my crush on him every time I fall back into it like tysm for it 🙏 its all smut and thats okay hes fine as fuck my mlm gay ass will readily admit it 🙏 sal fisher my beloved and you writer beloved /p

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Hey there 👑 nonnie, my beloved! So happy you enjoy my Sal content! You're gonna love my next post then! (All inclusive Sal post coming soon!)

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writing-mlm-reposts · 2 months

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sally face

a/n: all of these are Male!reader unless specified to the GN/NB

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Travis Phelps

Todd Morrison

#sally face x male reader #sal fisher x male reader #larry johnson x male reader #travis phelps x male reader #todd morrison x male reader

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bomber-grl · 6 months

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SAL FISHER RELATIONSHIP HC ! ₊˚⊹

₊˚⊹ PAIRING(s): Sal fisher x Gn!reader

He’s so sweet it hurts

Honestly, Sal is the best boyfriend ever, he’s always there for you and he always knows the perfect things to say when comforting you.

The two of you met because of the ghosts and the whole cult thing while at high school.

You were the more outspoken one out of the two of you since Sal was mostly against violence even when Travis was brought into the convo.

I can definitely see Sal being the first one to approach you.

It all started when Sal started becoming increasingly interested in you to the point that Larry and even ash started teasing and encouraging him to talk to you.

He would fluster, occasionally and say the wrong words out of nervousness however with luck, he managed to get your number.

It was hard not to fall for him, especially with how lovable he is.

He’s so genuinely nice and actually cares for others.

Of course, you eventually see his face, and although he was neutral about it since he trusted you he was still a bit nervous.

Definitely warms his heart when you not only accept his face but also kiss it.

He flusters and stutters so badly afterwards.

Continuing from that, he’s definitely the type to tease lightheartedly

Definitely not in the beginning though

So when you first started teasing and provoking him, causing him to get super flustered

He wouldn’t really know what to do except accept it, so imagine your surprise when he turns the tables once day and makes you a blushing mess

Most times when you hang out, you usually hang at the apartments in his room, or when sals an adult you’d hang out in his room in the house

During these hang outs you guys would usually listen to some music or just enjoy each others presence

Most times it’s just you and sal cuddling and ngl he smells rlly good

Like I’m not even joking and when you mention this, he can’t help but laugh and just tells you do too

However, when you guys hang out with Larry (which is more often than not) you guys end up in more than sus situations 😭😭

The. Larry is all like “I’ll leave you guys at it” and dips

Like??? We’re not doing anything 😭🗣️

Anyway

While you’re at high school ofc Travis has something to say, and if you’re a guy then he obviously calls you the f slur and a lot of homophobic nonsense

And if you’re a girl Travis still calls y’all homos in a negative way, and always says shit about you two

And I don’t think I need elaborate further about how Travis would probably hate crime you if you were non-binary, gender fluid, or basically anything under the trans umbrella

(Basically any gender identity that isn’t your assigned one 😭

Larry, ash, and Todd all get pissed at Travis , and they always come to the both of your guy’s defense

And ofc Sal is bit lenient towards Travis, well only ever when Travis is talking shit about him

If Travis talks shit about you he’d be pissed

But ofc younger Sal is less violent and more open so he’d obvs be kinder

Anyway, we all know what happens at the apartments and if you live there-

Let’s just say it pains Sal so much to have to kill you

I mean him having to kill all the people he grew up with and the people he cares for is horrible but he knows he has to

However, if you don’t, well let’s say you know about the cult and why he did it

Still doesn’t stop you from trying to find a way to get a lower sentence and from trying the convince ash of the truth

When sal dies, let’s just say you feel so alone

Of course you have ash by your side but it’s just horrible

Eventually you’re the person that sals soul would enter and you’d defeat the cult that way

But let’s all pretend that they were able to defeat the cult without having to kill the innocent tenants

Making sal a free man

Well if it were that way, you and Sal would be together for a long time, and if you both wished it, married too

———

Art credits : @/toasterdoodle22

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 6 months

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❝ I was the boy who was on your side❞

warnings: talks of death, think of Sal as an ex that won’t leave you alone, fingering, shower sex, Sal exhibiting yandere tendencies, mentions of r! taking medication

there’s someone else on your bed. someone whose heart beats steadily in their chest and yet you still feel Sal’s eyes watch you from the corners of the room. worse yet, you feel his ghostly touches on your skin. you crave him even when you can’t touch him, he would apologize but he made a promise to stay by your side no matter what.

authors note: i have no reason for writing this tbh, just wanted to. i hope it's enjoyable tho!

“Do you know what the French call orgasms?”

The sly curl of his lips allows air to be breathed into your lungs. His hands rake down the curve of your back as his teeth chew on his kiss-bruised lip. “The French don’t concern me,” you said. “They should," Calum says with their brows arched haughtily. Leaning up and lifting himself onto his elbows, Calum's aquiline nose bumps into yours. “They’re quite the romantics," Calum frowns as your eyes roll upwards.

“Rude!” his scoff manages to wring a burst of laughter. It’s cut short as he uses this moment to spring upwards, making your body twist in a quick flurry of limbs and sheets that ends with the both of you laughing. The bed squeaks at the force, spring coiling in protests that land on deaf ears.

Calum's warmth is welcomed. His kisses sweetly call for those praises to be poured from your lips as his hands climb up your forearms until his fingers thread between yours. They grasp firmly. A whisper of his name from you has him grinning toothily, his teeth brushing against your hips as he lowers and lowers and lowers. . .

The sight of his white hair between your legs wasn’t unfamiliar. Nor was it unwanted. His dexterous muscle works on your pulsing cock with fervor. “Fuck, Cal”, he merely hums in acknowledgment. “La Petite Mort”. “. . .Gesundheit?” Calum sucks on your dick meanly. His teeth uncovered and his tongue merciless. The sharp ache of it has you inhaling sharply, thigh tensing and back bowing; the pleasure was enough to ebb all of it away but Calum's wet pout has you puffing out apologies. “It’s French, dumbass”, using his hands now. Calum jerks you off. His knuckles sweetly rub along the sides as lewd noises fill the air. Your body grows lax once again, eyes fluttering shut as you melt on the sheets.

The rain pelting on the windows does little to muffle your noises (though you sincerely hope your neighbours find it sufficient) but the repetitiveness of the raindrops drizzling on glass sinks you into a memory long forgotten. Foggy mornings, squeaky shoes on vinyl floors with equally as squeaky locker door hinges; a hushed whisper of excitement; painted nails with guitar string scars slipping up your shirt as blue eyes dance across your face. “This is where you want to spend your free period in? The dirty bathrooms?” “What?” You remembered saying with your arms wrapped around the neck of the boy you once loved so dearly. The feeling of his choppy haircut along your wrist whispers for you to smooth it out from underneath the straps of his face prosthesis.

“You too busy or something?” Sal rolls his eye but you still catch the crescent shape it squished into as he smiles. “Sally Face, you got somewhere to be? Can’t even spend your free period with your boyfriend?” he squeezes you closer, slotting you directly against his frame. His belt buckle digs into you a bit but his slender fingers grab a handful of your ass and all is forgotten. “ ‘Didn’t say nothing like that”, his digits stutter as he feels the loosening of his mask but he catches himself as you gaze at him with nothing but adoration. “Good man, Sal”.

The memory fades away as your eyes open, tears brimming and darkening your lashes but not once falling as you groan. Spine twisting, your neck arches as Calum rubs your cock with his thumb while he tells you how delicious you taste. “It means The Little Death, that post-orgasm tingles of unconsciousness."

The idea of an orgasm being linked to death made a delirious giggle slip out. Throwing an arm across your eyes you simply squeezed your thighs together to force Calum's head closer to your boycunt. “You gonna kill me, baby?” Calum's mouth is full of your dick but he doesn’t seem unwilling. The corners of his mouth lift in a grin and he gets to work.

“Oh shit," your teeth chew on the insides of your cheeks and your arms fly to grasp on the bedsheets as your head turns. Calum's holding your thighs, grip bruising as he devours you like a man starved for weeks. Your vision is hazy. The warbling of shadows slink and rise thanks to the rain, the warm light of the streetlight, and the occasional car that drives past distorts you further as pleasure runs through you like blood through a body. A steady pumping that fills you with warmth and life - not at all anything like death. The French were stupid, you decided. Sex is alive. A beast that languidly stretches itself on chaise lounge chairs with claws so sharp it burns as it cuts; even in passing one-night stands. The beast all but burns.

It's a flame. It’s not death, sex is alive. Mighty and virile. Calum's head between your legs is proof of that and the way your body trembles is proof of that.

Bright lights steer the noise of rubber-crushing gravel onto your street, the ambiance of it allows a face to appear in the corner of your room. For a second, your heart stops and you think that maybe you’d offended Death within your thoughts because sitting in the armchair was Sal. He’s dressed in that sickening shade of orange, his hair looking more green than blue as his mask tilts listlessly. His hands are bound in chains that glint from what little light was flooding through the room but his eyes? They glow in the darkness; they feel accusatory. Panic grips you and you scramble to sit up. Calum chases after you like a hungry dog, tongue out and everything, and gazes up with confusion. Your chest was heaving as you stared at the corner and he kneeled on the bed to squint his eyes at it. The armchair had been picked off the street. Ashley and you revamped it. She said it’d make the room homier while you mused the idea of it being a reading nook. Ultimately, it became nothing more than a place to pile laundry and Calum's guffaws make your cheeks burn in humiliation. “You thought it was a dude sitting there?” “Fuck, maybe? Don’t laugh!”

Calum grunts as you shove him backward, merely wrapping his arms around you, and his touch burns. Like warm metal scraping on the skin, your gums ache from the sensation. He thinks nothing of it when you push to pin him down, folding his legs until his knees meet his chest. His cock jumps to greet you while he purrs in delight at this familiar position. “You going to fuck me with your dick, scaredy cat?” The pout on your face makes him coo, reaching between his legs to cup your face and pull you down. Once your tongues are tangled and the taste of you mixes with saliva, you dare a sneaky glance toward the corner again. Nothing. No sickly orange or drabe blue-green or accusatory eyes. Just a pile of clean laundry in desperate need of folding. Calum bites down on your lip and you grunt in reply. His bright brown eyes are filled with mirth. He’s caught you sneaking a peek and he is none too shy to tease you about it.

“Hey, I get those jumpscares too sometimes. It happens. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Daddy-o”, he assures with gentle caresses along your jaw and ear.

“Juuust maybe a sign for you to get some chores done so you don’t get a heart attack again, ya’ know, food for thought”. You shift your hips and line your throbbing dick to his sopping hole. The heat of him around your tip has your back rippling and he urges you on with whiny, keening, noises. Calum's at your mercy, filling up with your dick as you mount him. His eyes close and the lovingly bruised neck he has stretches. Your mouth hangs open, and the heat between your legs and the tightness of Calum's have your vision turning fuzzy.

Another car passes. The light washes out Calum's olive-toned skin and for a split second, it’s Sal on the mattress. With his soft tummy and blue-tinted happy trail, the healed acne scars on his chest, and his beautiful face twisted in pleasure.

“Not too rough. I’m fragile," Sal jested. Even in the dim moonlight, you can tell he’s attempting to cover his facial scars by pressing them into the pillows. Despite how uncomfortable it might be on his sensitive skin. Your frown makes him sigh. It cuts off with a grunt as you slam your hips onto his. "Let me see my beautiful baby." He shivers at your whisper. God, your voice was like lighter fluid pouring over him. Your touches were the fire that ignited his very soul. Every pore and fine hair wants nothing more than to be covered in you; devoured by you. Sal can feel your fingers travel and trace his collarbones, gulping thickly when it encloses around his neck. A sharp intake of breath is all your doing as you squeeze him there. "(Y/N)..."

"Sal." His eyes flutter and your gaze is so overwhelming. He turns to face you, his hair spread out beneath him like a lion's mane. God, he was ethereal. You don't fault him for not thinking the same — the monster that took his mother away from him deserved to burn in hell.

But your Sal was yours. As you cup his face, you can practically feel his heart pounding in his head. There were flashes of teeth where lips should be, and a chunk of his jaw bone was gone which left his face unsymmetrical. His glass eye wasn't as glossy as his real one and you kiss the tears that fall to comfort him. His breath stutters as he feels the strap-on you wore move in tandem with your sweet kisses. Sal grasps at your arms, his painted nails digging into your flesh and you coo at him as you pour your soul into him.

Kissing Sal felt like kissing sunlight. Kissing Calum felt like nothing. Just a pair of lips pressed to yours, opening with his jaw so his tongue could meet yours. His breath puffs into your mouth as your hips grind up into his awaiting cunt. "Fuck, your dick feels good," he grunts out with his head tossed back. He feels like heaven as his sopping entrance squeezes and takes your t-dick. "Yeah?" Calum nods. As if you needed any convincing. The squelching noises your bodies make when you pull back and push back in is enough. Calum's hips canting and thighs twitching were just icing on the cake. "You take me so fucking well. So fucking pretty," your eyes close as your dick bumps with his. They throb together as they slide against each other. It has Calum biting on his lip so hard it threatens to bleed. So you sink back inside of him and he groans. "That feel good?"

Fingers trace your shoulders. Barely there are touches that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand in attention. Your body knows who he is even if your mind tries to deny it. Calum's voice is muffled by the pelting rain and cars passing by. Sal's hand moves to grasp your shoulders, and then the press of his face prosthetic to your nape makes your hips stutter. Those cold lips trace the column of your neck.

His breath makes your ears warm up.

Those familiar hands, with those calloused digits, slip to hold your waist. They settle into your shape, thumb stroking over where your hipbones would be.

"You want me to touch you there, baby?"

"Yes, please, yes," you whimper. Calum is at your mercy as you hand your head down.

He calls out your name as your dick slips out of him but that's cut short by his growl of approval when you start grinding your cocks together.

Sal places his chin to peer down. You can hear the smile he has on his face as he whispers about how hard you are. "Almost there, yeah? That feels good? Fuck, I missed this, missed you. Yeah, come on."

Calum's mumbling about being close and you're on the edge too. Your ghost, your Sal, wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you back towards his chest.

He's there. You can feel him. Feel his body curl over you as his digits slip into you; your walls mold to his shape and they seem intent on not letting him go.

It's so cold, so spine-chilling, but so fucking hot.

Calum moans in pleasure. The sight of him writhing and moaning as he jerked himself off through his orgasm would've made anyone's mouth water.

Your eyes were closed. All you could do to still feel Sal was to drown in his touch.

"Oh fuck —" Sal groans into your ear. Your body shivers, limply leaning against his as he lets you ride out on his fingers. He pumps them, slowly decreasing his pace as you plead for him for more.

Calum grunts as you are laid beside him. The arm that slips over the back of your shoulder forces your eyelids apart. He flinches as you scramble to sit up, once again following your lead and glancing around the room.

"Christ, (Y/N)! Is your house haunted or something? You're starting to scare me," he laughs breathlessly. Your stunned silence does not ease him. When you shove his hand off your shoulder, he furrows his brows and watches you stand to go to the bathroom.

"(Y/N)? Did you take something at the club? Seriously, are you okay?"

"He's a little chatty, huh?"

"I'm fine! I'm fine. I just, I just need a minute..."

His blue eyes narrow as you reach for the bottle of pills you stored in your medicine cabinet. You knew you shouldn't have put it out of sight — object permanence was not something that existed in your brain. If it's out of sight, you tend to forget about it real quick.

"Don't."

You can see his arm on the edge of your sink, his face appearing as he cups your cheeks. The bottle shakes as you back away from him. Sal follows and once again wraps his arms around your waist so you stand still.

"(Y/N)?" Calum calls out.

"Don't."

His eyes were pleading. His tone was nothing short of a beg.

Calum's footsteps grow closer to your bathroom.

Sal strokes your cheekbones as he watches you pop a pill back into your mouth.

"(Y/N)...baby..."

"(Y/N)? Baby?" Calum is there when you open your eyes. He glances at the pill bottle in your hand and you shake your head.

"Sorry, I just...I forgot to take these." Calum busies himself with turning the showerhead on, trying to find the right words to prod for answers. You're thankful for that; you needed to collect your thoughts as well.

"Are they prescribed?" he tests. You nod wordlessly, placing the bottle down next to the sink.

"...Can I ask what they're for?"

You twist the faucet and lean down to splash your face with cold water. He's patient as he stands under the shower. When you straighten up, he reaches his hand out. You take it. His body slots against yours as he kisses your neck and collarbone.

"You don't have to answer — "

"No, no, I...I can answer. They're just for my depression. I kind of had a rough time in college, uhm, it left me in a bad spot." Calum apologizes.

Why is he apologizing?

You catch his lips, murmuring ' It's okay ' as you do. He whimpers in your kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck as you push him to the wall. His legs spread as your knee separates them as he grinds down so sweetly on your knee. You can't shake the feeling of eyes on you. The steam is building up, making the mirror fog up and your heavy breathing isn't helping.

Calum is so pliant this time. No quips or protests. Maybe he feels bad for accusing you of something. Or did he feel bad because you admitted to having a shitty mental state?

He cums on your leg so you praise him for it.

"Do you want me to help you wash up?" You shake your head. He fails to mask his guilt. You're glad he left you alone in the bathroom because the second he closes the door behind him, you're on your knees.

The palms of your hand dig into your eyes as you curl over on the floor. He's there. You know he is. Just watching you from the furthest corner of the bathroom. Kept at bay by some stupid placebo effects.

Ashley would scold you. Probably tell you to tell your therapist that you've been hallucinating your ex-boyfriend.

You know you're not hallucinating though.

You know what he is.

"...I do miss you, I wish you'd stop letting him come over."

"I don't remember you being the jealous type," you reply dryly. Your tears are blending in with the water that cascades down your pathetically curled-up body.

"I love you, (Y/N). We made a promise that we'd never leave each other, remember? So I'm not leaving."

Calum pretends not to hear your laughter. He stares at your bathroom door in worry as he hears it turning into sobbing. His heartstrings were being stretched thin as your sobbing turns ugly.

Every inhale and exhale, rubbing your throat raw as it echoes from the bathroom.

But as Calum stands he's met with the sight of a man dressed in an orange outfit and a haunting mask. The shock was enough to have him fall onto his ass and as he crawls backward, that sickening clinkclinkclink of the man's chains follows.

"What the fuck!? What the fuck!?"

Sal tilts his head, breathing heavily as he wordlessly stares Calum down. Calum turns onto his hands and knees, stumbling over his own feet as he slams your front door open.

Sal shushes you as he gathers you into his arms. Cupping a hand over your eyes he squeezes you close between his legs on the floor of the shower.

You can hear the door slam open, banging onto the wall, but Sal's grip just tightens.

"I've got you. Shh, don't worry, I've got you, baby. Just stay with me."

#s3thwrit3sstuff #reader insert #gay reader #male reader #male reader insert #male!reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x yn #sal fisher x male reader #sally face #sally face x yn #sally face x you #sally face x reader #sally face x male reader

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brights-place · 3 months

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Can You Do A Sally Face X Reader

Sally Face Dating Headcannons

Pairings: Sally Face X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mild Cursing

A/N: Sally face dating head cannons for yall Sally face simps!! YAYYYYY

- Sally face dating head cannons NEHHEHEHE - Sal would be an amazing boyfriend and would be so sweet and caring - Loves your smile, your body, your personality and so much more - Sal is the best boyfriend ever and he’s always there for you and he always knows the perfect things to say when comforting you. - Pepper kisses on his hands and prosthetic he will hold you close - Allows you to play with his hair and giving him hair massages - Lets you style his hair and have fun with it - Definitely warms his heart when you not only accept his face but also kiss it - He can sometimes struggle with communication he loves you and trusts you enough to speak his mind - When he feels sad and lonely he'd call you or text you and you'd be at his place or on call for so long.

- He flusters and stutters so badly afterwards and more he’s definitely the type to tease lightheartedly

- Definitely not in the beginning though

- So when you first started teasing and provoking him, causing him to get super flustered - He tries to be the giver in the relationship, but he always ends up being the one who has his head buried in your chest - He likes how you wear his clothes and vibe out with him with your favorite type of music or either his favorite music

- Most times it’s just you and Sal cuddling and ngl he smells really good and very nice - You have daily jam session

- He loves to play guitar for you and would play different songs of yours

- He trusts you 100% in your relationship but sometimes is worried you'll leave him for someone beautiful - You spend most of your time in his room curled up on his bed reading while he sits on his bean bag chair and plays video games. - Your relationship is healthy and loving as you two would always be close and enjoy your time together

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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jasontoddssuper · 5 months

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"I love men who're freaks🥰😳😍"You guys can't even handle dudes with physical disabilities

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writingbirdy · 23 days

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HALLWAY LOVE~ SAL X TRAVIS X M!READER

Requested over on my Wattpad

[Slushybirdy]

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[M/n] walked down the halls of nockfell High School towards his locker to put away his books. He opened his locker and started putting books away until a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, "heh hey Sal" [m/n] said, turning around after closing his locker. "What you doing after school?" he asked, looking up at him. "Nothing but spending the rest of the day with you" [m/n] smirked and kissed the top of his head. "Hehe well, you wanna go on a date? " Sal suggested. Just as [m/n] was about to respond a certain blonde-haired boy appeared next to them. "What are you freaks talking about?" Travis said with his usual scowl on his face. The two turned to him and giggled slightly. "What the fuck is so funny" he balled his fists. "No it's just funny that you still act like you hate us" [m/n] said laughing.

Travis huffed as he turned away from the two. "You know why..." he grumbled. The two looked at each other with a sad look and turned back to Travis "Well would you like to join us?" Sal asked, smiling under his mask. "But... what about my father" Travis said following the two out of the school. "Just say you're with me your father 'loves' me" [m/n] said to Travis winking. "That's only because you keep following me to church!" He yelled as he sat in the middle seat of [m/n]'s car. Travis slumped in his seat, pouting as Sal giggled from the front seat and [m/n] shook his head at his action. "Anyways I was thinking we could go visit Wendigo Lake?" [m/n] suggested. "That's a great idea, it's far enough away from town so..." Sal looked back at Travis. Travis' face burned red as he tried spluttering an insult only to end up sinking further into his seat. Once they arrived at the lake, Sal and Travis both jumped out of the car and ran to a secluded area as [m/n] locked the car.

1st person POV

As you walked along the path, you noticed a patch of flowers growing by a tree. Two flowers caught your eye and you decided to pick them in hopes of giving them to Travis and Sal. As you reached the area you heard a loud laugh come from behind a tree and saw Sal leaning against a tree and Travis on the floor lying on his back. "Uhm what is going on?" you question as you stare at the two. "Travis, he...tried tackling me...but fell!" Sal tried telling you but struggled to stop laughing. "And why are you still on the floor, love?" you ask with a light laugh. "Cause I can be!" he yelled, causing you to laugh with Sal. "Why do you have flowers?" Travis asked, staring at your hands. "Oh! I found them and thought you guys would like them..." you said holding the two flowers in front of you.

Travis grabbed the flowers and put one in Sal's hair and the other in his own shorts pocket. "Heh look how cute you look!" you laugh as you sit by the tree being joined by Sal as he leaned his head on your shoulder. Travis sat down in front of the both of you as he started picking the grass. "You okay Trav?" Sal asked as he looked up. "yeah... I guess" he looked up and shrugged. You grabbed travis' wrists and pulled him into your lap, "were you jealous Phelps?" you raised your brow smirking. Travis doesn't respond, instead lays his head on your chest as you look at Sal who is next to you laying his head on your shoulder. You couldn't help but wish for moments like this in the future. But you still worried about Travis and wondered if you'd ever have to leave your friends behind to secure his safety from his father, but that was a future problem. For now, you just held the two boys close to you and smiled.

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Break My Heart

Sal x Male Reader

Summary: You’ve grown distant with Sal after you figured out about what you’ll do after this school semester. (College)

WC: 2k

Warnings: Smoking of Cannabis, Mention of tobacco use, Hurt No Comfort, Character Death, Reader overthinks, Sal Comforts, Depression, Loss, Suicide 2x, Reader Comforts. NOT PROOFREAD.

A/N: Was high when I wrote this. First post hope you enjoy!!

Sal rests on your legs. Your hands trancing his arms up and down. You currently lay on the ground smoking weed while he lays and sleeps. Larry is sat across to you two smoking a blunt. You’re all watching a random movie on one of the channels. You aren’t paying attention to it more focused on the blue haired boy on your lap. A small corner window is open. Let some of the smell out you Sal doesn’t want to get second hand high. Sal wasn’t by means a goody two shoes. He’s smoked a cigarette every once in a while but doesn’t like how weed makes him feel. Alcohol also made him feel off. You understood that, never did anything in front of him but Larry. Well it’s Larry, it’s quite usual for him.

“Your dad was over last night” Travis says exhaling softly. Sal grunts eyeing Travis. The subject of Larry’s Mom and Sals dad getting together was quite an odd subject matter. Sal was always out on edge. You could tell by his shoulders hiking up. You softly stroked Sals hair. “Want to go get slushies?” You asks wanting to get out of the cramped basement. He nods. He sits up and you pull yourself up as well. You usually do this to just take a walk. Larry denies the request to go and continue watching the random action movie sequence. As you get ready to leave the house you see Sal going without his mask. You smiles at him and close the door behind him after he steps outside. You both begin a small walk. The wind blows a bit causing your hair to move in different directions. “Windy. Hope your hair doesn’t get caught in a branch like that one time” You say to him. He chuckles. His hood is up covering most of his face with his hands inside his jacket pockets back hunched over. “Gotta fix that posture man” As you approach a cross section you pull out a cigarette and slowly begin to light it when you cross the road. “Want some?” you ask passing it over. He nods his head now. You nod and continue.

You both finally arrive nodding at the cashiers greeting. You both grab a big cup and fill it to the top. You grab a couple snacks and send Larry a text to see what kind of gummies he wants (the shark ones). Head down, sal follows you to the worker. “How’s your night going?” The worker says in politeness. “Well, how about you?” You reply as the worker continues the small talk and gives the bag of goods. You both give a thanks and walk out. You pass the slushie to him and grip the bag tighter. “Do you know what you’re going to do after this semester ends?” He asks you.

This is a subject neither of you have talked about. You both know that Sal is going to stay and you want to leave. You haven’t planned anything because you don’t want to leave him. You don’t want it to become a reality. You shrug. “I don’t have any plan really” You lie. He can tell. You won’t face him. You look up whenever you’re uncomfortable. He looks down at his face. “Same” The walk back is silent and almost a clear wall between you two.

“Here are the sharks” You say throwing the bag to Larry as it hits his face and his nose scrunches. “Thanks” He grabs the bag off his face and tears it open. Sal sits on the couch. You frown at this action knowing he’s ignoring you now. You lay on the ground this time.

Too much time has passed. It’s time to tell Sal what you’re going to do. “Sal, can we talk?” You say at his door. He turns to you. “Yeah what’s up?” he ask leaning on his elbows. You take a deep breath and close the door. “I finally know what i’m going to do” You state looking at him. His mask is still causing you not to know what his reaction might be. Just solely by his eye and body language. You’ve learned to read his expression and body language after years of dating and being friends. He nods encouraging to go on. You stare at him and then stare at your shoes. “I’m planning on going out of state. I got an opportunity to study elsewhere and I really want to go. I won’t be home for long time but it will be a while considering it’s 2 semesters” You stare up at him. He’s emotionless. Not because of his mask. His body is still. Breathing normal and his eyes are just glossy. “Sal?”

“I felt this coming” He says staring at you. “We’ve been distant don’t you think?” He questions. You nod. “It’s like you don’t want to see me. Like you feel guilty. I hate that” He says. It’s something he’s talked to you about. He doesn’t want peoples guilt or pity. He just wants to be treated normal. You always understood. Always did your best. Until now. You’ve grown distant and your eyes stare how you feel about him. How your eyes divert every where. Never catching his eye. Magnets with the same poles. Repelling each other. The distance growing stronger with the energy growing. “I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I don’t want to lose you” You say. “You aren’t going to lose me over something simple” He says leaning over to look at you. “I think my brain is just thinking of the worst,” you say eyes filling with tears, “what if you find someone better while i’m gone?” You state. He smiles at you. You can tell by his eye. “No one is better than you. I should be the one scared” He says. “Don’t say that. I would never do that” You say grabbing his hands. “Okay i won’t but see. You care so much how could i ever leave you” You stare at him knowing he’s right. Your love for him is stronger than distance. You love him so much it’s suffocating. It wraps you two so tightly together you can’t even believe to think about someone else. You smile. “Can i kiss you?” You ask. He nods. You place your lips onto his cold masks lips. He lets out a small giggle and unhooks his mask. “Better?” “Better”

Your studying has gone great. The program you’re in thankfully covered everything. Housing, food, finances, and classes. Every weekend you had either school work to do or could go and explore the big city. It was quite pleasant. You called Sal when you could. It wasn’t often but you did send letters to each other. They were sweet and handwritten. It smelled like him and it smelled like you. It was always the highlight of your week. The closer you got to the first semester the more busy you got. You wanted to finish everything early to show up early. You wanted to surprise Sal. You had bought many things for him, and of course your other friends, but many reminded you of Sal. You missed Sal so much. Your heart would ache.

“Hey Sal,

I hope you are doing well! I found a cat yesterday. He was missing an eye just like you. He really reminded me of you.”

You were writing Sal a letter when your phone began to ring. It was Ash. She called you every once in a while as she also went out of state so you both could relate. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Larry’s Dead”

Those were the first words you heard from Ash. They rung in your ear. A constant ring. You had finally made it back to your hometown. You made an emergency call to your professors and educators. Once you had everything settled you rushed back. You have your condolences to Larry’s mom. To Sal’s dad. Next was to visit Sal. You had talked to Ash when you arrived and when she called. You rushed to Sals home. “Sal!” You say opening the door. You run towards his bedroom and knock. You open it and see Sal in bed. His face is wet. His pillowcase is soaked. “Sal…” You say softly walking to him. He eyes you. “(Name) Why?” he croaks, “Why would he do something so stupid?” You hold him as he sobs into your shirt. You rub his back as your eyes starts to cry.

You didn’t just lose one of your best friends. You lost those around you. The happiness of those around you. Those you care about experience loss. Once again. You all have felt loss but somehow this one was different. Larry was everything to everyone. To his mom he was sanctuary. Pleasant reminder of the past and how it does get better. For Sal his first friend in a new town after his tragic loss. He was your best friend. He was Ash’s best friend. He meant so much to those around him. Him being gone never felt real. It all felt like you were living in a nightmare. Nothing was real. Nothing felt authentic. It was all imitating reality. As if there had been a glitch and Larry somehow managed to disappear.

With time people healed. As much as they could. Ash went back to study. Larrys mom tried her best to move on. She got a new job and moved somewhere with Sals dad. Sal though, he stayed. He stayed and you knew you had to stay with him. But you still had school. You were, once again, stuck. With Larry’s loss you both grew apart once again. You both grieved differently. You tried to find peace with his decision. Sal tried to understand it.

“You don’t get it. If i don’t know why he did it i’ll live my life with regret and guilt” Sal says facing away from you. “Sal, your healing is your own but even if you don’t know the reason it isn’t your fault. None of us could’ve guessed he was going to do it. If we had we would’ve done something. You know this better than anyone” You say getting up from the dinner table. “You don’t know that” He says softly, inaudible to you. “Sal, sweetie” You say and he interrupts you. “You weren’t there! You don’t know that!” He burst out on you. You stare shocked as his eye widens and face contorts into displeasure. “You weren’t even here” He says tears running down his cheeks. “Sal, i came here as soon as i could” You say staring at your shoes. “You left me. You left me and Larry.” He says crying by this point. “How could you just leave us?” He says sobbing sitting back down into his chair. “You left me. Me!” He says flipping his face towards you. “You don’t understand me” He pushes his face into his arms. He lets out sobs. “Sal” Your voice croaks as tears fall down your cheek. You wrap your arms around him and he begins to thrash. “Stop! Stop! You’re not him. You’re not him…” You let go immediately watching his figure thrash aggressively. “Sal please…I’m sorry” Sal continues to sob. “You weren’t here you weren’t here” You stare at sals trembling frame. “Leave! LEAVE” He yells at you. His face once again contorted with anger. Tears in your eyes you walk out.

Sal hasn’t spoken to you in months. You decided to not bother him. Maybe he was right? Why did you leave? If you stayed would Larry still be alive? Would you and Sal be happy together? Would you and Sal be falling in love even harder than before? All these questions. The nagged you. Made you want to rip your skin off. Made you want to plunge out your eyes. You decided to stay where you were studying. You began to rent an apartment. It was a studio. One bath. There wasn’t much to your room. A bed, TV, table, chairs, dresser, and cabinet. After your “break up” with Sal you thought on what he talked about. What if you figured out what happened to Larry? Would he come back to you? Will the boy who gave you reason to live, to breath, want you back? To the man who ran in your blood. Made you want to live take you back. Love you again?

“Hey Sal, I love you”

Sal looks at the note. It’s from a week ago. It reads about your day. About the cat you saw. The bagel you had, and the book you had just boughten. It had grown wrinkled with the tears decorating it. Sals face hunched over it. He loves you, he really does. He never stopped loving you. No matter how hard he tried to forget about you. The feeling in his heart grew empty and emptier with the time without you grew. He never would’ve said what he said. He doesn’t know why he said it. He knows it wasn’t your fault. He knew that. He just wanted someone to blame. It could’ve been anyone that day. But it just so happened to be the man he loved the most.

“You never deserved him” Sal heard from behind him. He turns and sees Ash. The last time he had seen her was Larry’s funeral. She cut her hair really short. “I know” He says voice raspy. “Your hairs long” He looks at the strands of hair covering his mask. He nods. “His last few months was him figuring what happened with Larry. His head was always in a book about suicide or depression affects on the brain. He probably grew suicidal with always reading about the effects.” Ash says. Sals guilt grows heavier. It’s like a 800 lb boulder on top of him. He loved you. He really did. He was scared, he was hurting, he was…a hypocrite. “You broke his heart”

Cause of death: Takotsubo cardiomyopathy

#male reader #x male reader #gay #angst #angst but not too much i’d say #sal fisher #sally face #sally face x reader #sal x male reader #sal x reader

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