#sal fisher x you
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I’m not sure if requests are still open or not (if they aren’t just ignore this!!) but if they are, I’d love a really sweet top sal fisher kinda thing!
˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring sal fisher
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*~smut!~*
[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: softdom!sal x sub!reader, mentions of p in v, oral (fem receiving), praising
(pronouns used): AFAB reader
First piece I've posted in a bit, no other subject than my lil mass murderer himself <3
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⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal isn't really a rough sex kinda guy anyways, but he also isn't super into being the bottom, so he's a soft dominant all the way.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He's incredibly big on dirty talk, though, even though he doesn't really seem like he would be. (It's always the soft spoken ones, bro!)
"You're being such a good girl for me."
"I know it hurts baby, but you're doing so fucking good."
"I'm so fucking proud of you for taking all of my cock."
"You look so beautiful with your mouth around my dick, baby."
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal loves when you're a mindless little sub baby for him. You sitting on the floor in front of him with your cheek against his leg while he absently rubs your hair and praises you- ugh, heaven for him.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 If you had a rough day at school or something, he loves edging you to sleep. Just using his fingers to stroke away at your insides, except he doesn't let you cum until you tell him you feel better.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Or he just lets you sleepily rut yourself against his cock while murmuring to you in a soft voice.
"Shhh, you don't need to think, just fuck yourself to sleep, little bird."
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal starts getting hella cocky when you become a mindless, drooling mess from bouncing on his cock for hours on end while he just smirks and gives you compliments about it.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He loves getting head from you. The sight of you between his legs, struggling to get past a couple inches, tears streaming down your face while you whimper like a good little fuck baby and he gently wipes your tears away with his thumbs and gently talks you through it.
"Ah.. shh, there you go, atta girl.. Just a little further for me? Can you do that baby? Can- ahhh, fuck yeah, there we go, just like that.."
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He also uses his dominance to help you develop a sense of self respect and make healthy habits. You made your bed today? He'll fuck you in it and make it back up for you when you're down. You brushed your teeth? He'll give you the greatest head of your life. You ate breakfast today? He'll rub your clit and tell you how proud he is of you for trying today.
[A Note From Zee]
I apologize for taking so long, I just have not been in the mindset to write recently- Hopefully I can get some more (longer/better) requests settled out this weekend.
#💭 ۫⠀HEADCANON.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . SMUT ۫ .#sal fisher#sal fisher smut#sal fisher x reader#sal fisher x you#sally face x reader#sally face smut#sally face#sally face x you
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Baby Fever || Sal Fisher
Synopsis - Sal has baby fever.
Warnings - NSFW.
Notes - All characters are 18+!
Word Count - 0.6k.
{Caffeinate Me}
Part Two || Part Three
Visiting Chug, Maple and Soda was always something you enjoyed, it was so lovely. To see little Soda’s face light up when you walked in filled your heart with so much joy. Your boyfriend, Sal Fisher, loved it too. He loved giving Soda a ride on his shoulders, hearing her little giggles and squeals of delight made life not seem so bad. However, it always put you both in the same position when you got back to the apartment you shared with him, his dad Henry, and Lisa: your face buried amongst the sea of pillows on his bed, arse up in the air as he pounded into you from behind silently begging for you to let him cum inside and knock you up. That’s where you found yourself now.
Your hands grasped the sheets below, knuckles turning white as you tried to hold in the moans that were threatening to tumble from your lips. “Please, please,” Sal begged as he bit his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to be loud and wake up his sleeping parents just a room over. “Please make me a daddy.”
“Sally!” You cried out quietly, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his cock thrusted inside of you.
“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, pressing his exposed lips to your bare shoulder blade. “Just a little more, you can take it can’t you? I know you can,” his voice was hoarse, but then again, he had been edging himself for what felt like hours. You nodded into the pillow, biting the skin of your bottom lip between your teeth as your third orgasm of the night washed over you. Your body shook violently, legs trembling as the coil in your stomach snapped. His lips kissed over your bare shoulders, biting and nipping at the soft flesh as his hands roamed your chest. He squeezed your breasts lightly as his thrusts became sloppier and more staggered as his stamina wavered. “Gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck. You were too fucked out to comprehend what he was saying, but you nodded in response anyway. Sal’s hands grasped onto your hips tighter as, with a few more staggered thrusts, he came inside of you. Thick ropes of creamy cum filled your cunt to the max.
When Sal finally pulled out, he sat back and admired what he had created as if it was a work of art. “Shit,” you whispered as your entire body collapsed on the bed.
“Put your knees up to your chest,” Sal said suddenly, tearing his gaze away from your cum covered cunt and gazing into your eyes. You looked at him quizzically, tilting your head to the side. “I wasn’t joking about wanting to become a father, you know.”
Your eyes widened with surprise, but did as you were told and pulled your knees up to your chest. “You really want to have a baby with me?” You asked.
“More than anything,” Sal nodded. He lay down next to you and pulled you into his chest, making sure to keep your knees fixed to your chest in hopes that his semen would find its way to their desired place. You knew tomorrow you’d be in the same position since you were babysitting Soda again for Chug and Maple, but you didn’t mind. You wanted to make your loving, adoring boyfriend’s dreams of becoming a father reality and the pleasure he gave you was just a plus. “I hope it worked,” Sal whispered as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
“We can try again tomorrow,” you said with a sleepy smile.
Sal nodded, a grin plastered on his lips as he looked down on you. “We can indeed.” It wasn’t long before you both fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, ready for another day of babysitting an overactive toddler for your friends.
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— SAL FISHER X READER: a night spent together.
romance! i love sal dearly, so this is just a self indulgent drabble, it has a bit of suggestive content at the end, but nothing major! reblogs & kind replies always help motivate me to keep writing! if you want to drop a scenario, drabble, or writing idea for sally face — come to my inbox !!
“you’re so handsome,” you said calmly, looking at him with a smile. sal stared back at you, it was night time, the bedroom light was dim and comfortable.
the year was 1996, you and sal had graduated high school the year prior. the two of you have been together since junior year, and even and the years passed, he adored you the same way as he did when he first started going out with you.
given the time, you two were in your pajamas. sal wore simple baggy grey sweats and a lose wife beater shirt. you, on the other hand, wore one of sal’s t-shirts, it was a bit long as it reached your thighs and you didn’t care on wearing pants. you simply had some panties on and nothing more. you two were comfortable.
sal’s prosthetic was off, you could see his heavily scarred features, he has taken out his glass eye a few moments ago.
he looked away after you complimented him and let out a small laugh.
“you don’t have to lie.” he replied simply, though he smiled.
rolling your eyes, you shook your head in disagreement. “wrong!” you said, patting his thigh. “you’re the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen.” you continued, sal shook his head.
“baby, my face is fucked, just because we’re together doesn’t mean you have to say that.” he said, looking back at you.
pursing your lips, you squinted and a silence came between the two of you again.
sal just stared at you as you stared at him with squinted eyes, a lopsided smile came to his lips as he waited for your next move.
“wrong!” you said again, this time your hands moved to cup his face. you stared at him with a toothy smile.
“you’re so pretty;” you said again, “and nothing you say will change my mind.” your voice statement way firm. “even if your face is scared, i think you’re pretty still. my pretty boy.” you gushed.
sal’s face heated up at your words, a bit embarrassed by your words. he was flustered, a groan left his lips while he made eye contact with you.
you felt this heat fire up in your chest, one that you only felt when you were with sal. you were so deeply in love with him, it almost hurt.
leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss against his scarred cheek. sal moved his hands, placing them on your hips before pulling you close. he leaned in and pressed his chapped lips against yours.
moving your arms, they wrapped around his neck, your bodies pressed together comfortably as your lips stayed connected.
the kiss was soft, romantic.
after a bit, sal pulled away, he took in a deep breath and simply leaned into your neck. you let out a soft hum, your eyes shutting blissfully while his hands slipped under your shirt.
sal’s hands traveled up your waist, up to your chest.
you let out a soft sigh.
letting yourself fall back on your bed, sal rested above you, his lips now pressing against your neck.
sal’s tongue licked up your neck, his lips wrapping around your skin before he sucked, wanting to leave marks on your skin.
“sal.” you gasped, a smile coming to your lips as his eager hands slipped down to your thighs.
a hum came from him, acknowledging your call for him. “you’re so eager.” you laughed, sal pulled away from your neck and stared down at you.
his gaze as focused on you, a small smile coming to his lips as he indulged in your pretty laughs.
“very.” he simply replied before leaning back down and pressing his lips against yours again — this time with a bit more force behind his touch.
you squealed and kissed back with the same eagerness he had, your arms quickly wrapping around his neck before your fingers found themselves tangled in his pretty blue hairs — your legs wrapped around his waist.
#sally face x y/n#sally face x you#sal fisher x you#yandere sally face#sal fisher x y/n#sal fisher x reader#sally face smut#sally face x reader#sally face#sal fisher
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sal fisher headcanons
i've literally never been so horrendously down bad for a character before.. so i HAD to share my head canons for sal :3
CW: NSFW AHEAD!!
fluff <3
♡ he would try to teach you guitar, even if you arent very good at it...
♡ if you have sh scars, he'd kiss them over and over and over again, no matter where they are
♡ blushes over everything you do, any little touch you give him, he gets flustered over
♡ "ummmmm... uhh- i- well.. umm"
♡ he loves giving you things. for whatever reason, he's always gifting you small trinkets to show his love for you. his favorite excuse for buying you something is "it reminded me of you!"
♡ not the kinda guy who goes for looks. no matter how 'ugly' you think you are, he'll wholeheartedly see you as the most beautiful person in the world.
♡ with that being said.. he'd definitely stop in his tracks if he saw a cutie :3
♡ (IT'S YOU, YOU'RE THE CUTIE. EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS HIS TYPE. GOD, HOW ARE YOU SO PERFECT FOR HIM??)
♡ if you ever mention something in a conversation (a band you like, a cool movie you just watched or a book you read, etc.) he's definitely going home and learning all he can about it.
♡ wholesome romance like those in the romcom movies
♡ "i love everybody because i love you" /ref /ly
♡ would totally let you paint his nails, do his hair, anything like that. he loves when you make him feel pretty <3
♡ doesn't want anyone to know this, but he loves wearing your clothes. like, you know the whole "wearing you bf's jacket/hoodie" thing? that's what he wants, but with your clothes.
♡ obviously he won't deny you his hoodie, but deep down he's waiting for you to give him yours
♡ LOVES giving long, deep, passionate hugs. hugs and cuddle sessions that can go on for an hour. he loves squeezing you against him, it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside; being so close to someone he loves so much
♡ he WILL sniff you. he can't get enough of your scent. at first he was scared you would think it was weird, but now he does it freely. he's a very sensual person, and because of his disability (possibly impaired sight?), he often relies on his other senses to soak up every little piece of you.
♡ he loves wrapping you in his arms, cradling and comforting you if he knows you need it.
♡ he's excellent at reading you. he feels like he knows you best. despite being someone who can't really show his emotions through his expressions, he's amazing at reading yours.
♡ you don't even have to tell him anythings wrong. he knows when you need a hug.
nsfw :3
♡ definitely has a mommy kink. argue with the wall.
♡ it just slipped out one day.. you were riding him, making him feel good and warm, and all of a sudden he let out a small "m-mommy..!"
♡ that being said, he LOVES having you on top of him
♡ while you're straddling him, he grabs you by your hips to make sure you're not going anywhere
♡ very shy + whimpering mess
♡ the kind to not know where to put his hands
♡ that doesn't mean he sometimes doesn't have a dom side to him...
♡ he's definitely a giver. he prioritizes your pleasure before his own
♡ he's insecure about his ability to turn you on, make you cum, etc. he always tries his hardest to make you feel good, and lets just say it always works :3
♡ jerks off to the thought of you more than he would like to admit
♡ has a VERY vivid imagination.
♡ oh god the things he thinks about doing to you are almost to embarrassing for him to admit
♡ very sweet and loving the whole time. he's huge on praise, and would rather die than ever make you uncomfortable. your sessions are filled with millions of
"are you liking that?"
"you're doing so good for me."
"are you okay with this?"
"you feel amazing (y/n)"
♡ he needs 100% confirmation on your dirty suggestions. you could make a hint, but won't act on it until he's absolutely sure you mean it (obviously you always do, but god is this boy insecure.)
♡ doesn't seem like it, but will fuck you like a rabbit. it's always the quiet, sweet boys who are the dirtiest behind closed doors :3
♡ likes being bitten. idk. idc. IDGAF.
#this is my first post you guys im scared#sally face#sally face smut#sally face headcanons#sal fisher#sal fisher x y/n#sal fisher headcanons#sal fisher x you#sally face x reader#sally face fluff#sal fisher smut#sal fisher fluff#character headcanons#headcanon
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Haiii >_< !!
I was wondering if your taking requests? If you are then can you do a sal smut oneshot I think it’s called? If not it’s alright just wanna make sure ^_^!!
Of course I can! Thank you so much for requesting!🩷🩷🩷🩷
TW:Handjob, Making out, Praise kink, begging, mention of drinking, Public.
Sal whimpered against your lips as your knee was pressed right up against the raging boner he had right now. His maroon jeans were straining against it painfully. Your lips were firm against his own as you kissed him so passionately.
“Y-Y/n—“ Sal’s voice was muffled due to your kissing. “Mm—W-What if my dad walks in—?”
“He won’t, he’s practically drunk out of his mind on that couch. Dont you worry about a thing.” You said. The tone of your voice was so arousing for Sal to the point where he just couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Your hand trailed down from his chest to the raging boner behind his pants and his breath hitched. “I hadn’t even hardly touched you and you’re already so hard for me?” You questioned. Sal mumbled out an apology before he let out a gasp at the sudden feeling of your hand going down his pants. Your fingers rubbed up against his clothed dick and he whined out in pleasure. He clung onto his bed sheets before he leaned his head back in pure bliss.
“Y/n…!—“ Sal gasped out when he felt your hand wrap around his shaft. You gently planted a hand over his mouth before you began stroking him at a fast pace. Sal moaned behind your hand as he let out whimpers and whines (which was the prime reason as to why you covered his mouth)
“You’re so pretty, Sally.” You cooed with love in your voice. “You’re my pretty boy. Y’know that?” You always loved calling him pretty. It’s the truth so you’re gonna speak on the truth. You also enjoy whispering such sweethearted things in his ear because you know that it makes him feel good about himself. But it also makes him cum quick. “What’s wrong?” You asked when you heard Sal whine.
“C-Can I…? Can I c-cum…?” He muffled out behind your hand.
“Ohh…I’m not so sure, honey.” You replied with a soft shrug of your shoulders.
“Please…? I-I’ve been good…Please can I cum?” Sal begged again. You smiled at him before planting a kiss on his head.
“You may.” Right after you spoke those two magic words he finally released. He buried his face in your neck as he shuddered at the pretty harsh orgasm he faced. “See? I told you that your dad wouldn’t know or hear a thing.” You said in a smart-like tone. Sal let out a groan. Even though you couldn’t see his face you know that he was eye rolling you in someway as you laughed.
#sally face#sally face imagine#sally face oneshots#sally face drabbles#sally face fluff#sal fisher#sal fisher x reader#sal fisher x you#sally face x you#sally face x reader#sally face smut
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Sal Fisher as your boyfriend
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-> showers you with love and compliments whenever he gets a chance.
-> doesn't like to admit it but gets really jealous when you get paired up with a random guy for a school project.
-> nap dates RAAAH!
-> loves when you wear his hoodie, it makes him feel somehow proud of himself and also you look pretty adorable in his clothes
-> he is a SO SO gentle with you and acts like you are made out of glass.
-> tried to act overprotective and tough but ti be fair he just looks cute
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sal fisher ⟢ dating headcanons
NOTES ✦ i haven’t actually finished the game so maybe ooc sal, but i read a lot of sal x reader. i’ll finish the game after this post, lol.
PAIRING ✦ sal fisher x gender neutral!reader
sal is the sweetest boy ever! everyone says this, but he truly is. sal fully believes communication is key, and that it’s crucial in every relationship.
he’ll never try to make you feel left out or feel outcasted or indifferent based on any features or disorders you have. he personally knows what it feels like due to his incident and prosthetic, so he tries his best. let him know by words that you appreciate his efforts greatly!
sal loves doing small things, like holding your hand. he enjoys the comfort and touch, or maybe even just getting up and getting you water. hydration is great.
all this poor boy asks for is your love after <3
i feel like sal would go into dating someone who’s already seen his face, he’s that comfortable with them. you’d probably be apart of the gang, or just a close friend of his he met during a class. and if it’s when he’s a young adult, say you were a cashier. i don’t know.
if there’s one cute aspect of sal fisher, he gets very flustered around you.
even the slightest touches still make him feel like he’s on cloud nine, making him giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl.
valentine’s day was almost a week ago, so let’s kick in some v-day stuff in here.
sal is a very thoughtful boyfriend, but his mind almost blanks when it comes to valentine’s day. he’s not sure at all what to do, he knows what you like, he’s not worried about that. just how’ll you’ll react. he’s thoughtful, but he overthinks.
sal decides on making a basket, filled with your favorite chocolate/candy—or your favorite snacks. a teddy bear with it holding a heart shoved in there, laced with the words “love”.
valentines day is on a good sunny wednesday, everyones holding flowers or absolutely dejected after getting rejected by their crushes. not you, though. happily standing at your locker, not even caring if sal got you something.
he’s all you need! but him showing up timidly with his small basket of things, handing it to you shyly; it made you giggle and blush, taking it and inspecting it carefully.
he would be soo happy that you like it!
now, more general stuff, sal is a great boyfriend.
maybe it’s already been established, but he’ll get you whatever you want. oh, you want those cheetos? it’s done. want that extremely overpriced water that’ll hurt sal’s wallet immediately after its purchase? he’s got it in his hands. sal would almost literally go into debt for you, he’s down bad.
#sal fisher x reader#sal fisher#sally face#sally face x reader#sally face x you#sally face x y/n#sal fisher x y/n#sal fisher x you#x reader
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i’ve never really asked before but i just read all of your sally face stuff and BFBSVAVAX so i was thinking….
(preferably afab) reader coming home tired and needy, walking in sal and their shared room sighing as they rip off their work shirt and stare at sal who’s practicing a new song. waiting for him to put his guitar aside they fall dramatically into his lap and start COVERING his mask in kisses, stopping suddenly to ask for a real kiss:3
just some fluffy stuff pls it’s been a LONGGGG few weeks:D
A D O R A B L E ! ! ! This week has def been a ‘I want to come home to Sal and collapse in his arms’ type of week for me like oof 😔…I’m sorry this took me a while to get to, I hope you’re alright. Hopefully you’re doing better by now and if not, plz feel free to message me and we can chat 🖤 thanks for requesting and enjoy!
Notes: fem!reader, this is really fucking silly I’m so sorry…
TW: a bit suggestive, lots of swearing, making out, spit/drool, boobs lol 18+ only!!!
Sal x reader- Hard Day 🌙
(Imagine Sal practicing this song while you read this 🖤)
“Fuuuuuuckkkk…” You groan loudly as you drag your feet through the doorway of the house, stomping loudly on each step of the stairs. As you near the door way of your bedroom, you see the light is on, the music is loud and you can hear Sal playing his guitar along to it, occasionally hitting the wrong note. As you step across the threshold of the room, you let loose a big breath of air as you slouch over a bit, catching Sal’s attention for a moment.
“Hey babe!” He shouts over the music while continuing with his playing. He was sat up on the corner of the bed, guitar in his lap, slouched over with his prosthetic still on. You couldn’t help but watch his fingers on the strings for a moment, black painted nails moving oh so smooth but still making little mistakes. “Hi…I’m so tired.” You say but it falls on deaf ears. Sal is just so close to nailing this one part of the song, he’s been trying for two and half hours now and he’s too close to quit.
Disappointed and a bit annoyed, you quickly shed your shirt and continue giving Sal a cranky but needy glare, only covered by a bra up top. “Sal!!!” You finally shout, making Sal look up, making his hands freeze for a moment. He quickly leans over to turn the music off, his blue hair swaying over his shoulders as he moves. “I’m sorry…uh hey…babe. You okay?” Just by the tone of his voice, the way he’s hesitating and stopping to lick his dry lips under his mask, you can tell he’s equally flustered and excited by your lack of clothes.
“No…I’m not…” You pout for a moment, sighing as you rub your aching temples. He sets his guitar aside and puts one hand out towards you, offering it as a comforting gesture. You gladly accept, grabbing his hand then quickly approaching him and sitting in his lap. “This week…was the fucking worst!” You cry out dramatically, turning to the side so he can hold you bridal style. “I just wanna stay home with you all day, every day.” Sal chuckles softly, one arm tucked up under your knees, the other cradling your back while his hand ruffles the hair on the nape of your neck. “Me too, babe. Me too…” He replies before he gently nuzzles his prosthetic up against your face, making kissy noises under it.
After enough of his cuddly kisses, you decided to return the favor, covering his mask in kisses. You pepper kisses everywhere, all over his prosthetic very quick and soft. Until finally, you pause and place a long kiss on the lips of his prosthetic, humming as a smile grows on your lips. “You know what would really make me feel better…?” You really drag out the words, using your best flirty voice as your finger traces the side of his mask. “What?” He quickly clears his throat, your faces only inches apart. His rapid breathing echos inside his prosthetic as his hand slides up to fully cradle your head.
“Kiss me for real…please?” Your flirty tone turns to a very soft, comforting type of tone, smiling up at him as you watch him blink down at you. There’s a pause, he hesitates for a moment before gulping nervously. Although you’ve seen his face many times before, mouth to mouth kisses were hard to come by with Sal. With a shaky hand, he grabs your own hand and guides it to the back of his head, gesturing for you to unclip his prosthetic for him. He was far too nervous to do it himself, he figured he’d let you set the pace.
To his surprise, you’re pretty quick with the buckles and the mask falls into your lap within seconds. Immediately, your lips meet, Sal uses that hand on the back of your head to push you into him further. As your arms snake around his neck, hugging him close to your nearly bare chest, his other hand is gently kneading your hip as you move your lips against his. The kiss began to rapidly pick up pace, his tongue occasionally licking along your bottom lip.
It was always a delightful shock when your lips or tongue would meet his teeth accidentally where they peek through his cheek and the corner of his mouth, now was no exception. Any time this happens, Sal usually shies away and assumes it grosses you out, especially when he knows he’s probably drooling. Expecting this would happen, you move one hand to the back of his head, matching the grasp he has on you to keep him engaged in the kiss.
A low moan comes from him as he deepens the kiss along with you, tilting his head and running his tongue along your own. Suddenly, clumsily, Sal grabs ahold of your legs and slowly lays back on the bed, pulling you along with him, trying to keep his lips on yours. He fails at this, your lips parting for a moment, him awkwardly shifting under you until he pulls you up closer to his bright red and slightly sweaty face. You can’t help but laugh, not at him, he’s just too cute when he gets like this,
A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he holds you closer, squeezing you tightly against him as he places a final kiss on your nose. “Are you feeling better?” He quickly leans back in for a few more tender lip kisses, smiling brightly as he pulls back. “Yes, sooooo much better. You know what would really make me happy though, Sally?” Your hands run slowly through his long, blue hair as he hums in response. “Hm?”
“Let’s do all of that again…but in a nice hot shower~”
Cue Sal getting a gruesome bloody nose as he glances down at your barely covered chest and thinks about having a shower with you. 🥴🖤
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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 noticed that you don't get many reqs for Sally face sooooo... getting high w/ sal?
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Getting high with Sal
Because you were coming over tonight, Sal wanted to try something extra special
It would just be the two of you, no dad, no Larry, no Lisa, no Gizmo
....well, maybe Gizmo
And he wants to see if you two share the same connection subconsciously that you do consciously
So he begs Larry for a joint, and Larry only gives it to him on the promise Sal tells him everything that happens
You were informed of the plan, of course
So as you take the ride up the elevator to Sal's apartment, you can't contain your excitement
Everyone else is spending the night at Lisa's apartment, so when you knock on the door, it is Sal who answers, sharing the same excitement you do
You see his eyes crinkle up in excitement as he hurriedly invites you in
The two of you sit on the couch, sharing a moment of awkward silence
"So...." You mutter
"Sooo..." He copies
"Do you think we should do it in here or in your room?" You ask, worried that you might get caught
Sal thinks for a moment, before looking over to his bedroom door "In there. Dad might come back for something and we'll at least have a chance to look innocent there"
You nod and take his hand, heading over to his bedroom together
Once you get in, he begins setting up a movie for you two to watch
You flop onto his bed, breathing in the scent left on his blankets
"What'chu sniffing my bed for? Weirdo." He teases
You flip him off in response, before sitting up and grabbing the joint off his nightstand and lighting it
You take an experimental hit, coughing at the burning in your throat
Sal laughs and takes it from you, taking a hit under his prosthetic
The smoke comes out through the eye holes, making his eyes water
It is now your turn to laugh, you lean back and tilt your head "Do you wanna take it off?"
He goes quiet for a second, then shakes his head "It's fine, I'll manage"
The rest of the night is spent taking turns with the joint, and eventually it is snuffed out and tossed to the side
You are both thoroughly zonked now, Sal is laying on your chest and you have an arm around him, drawing shapes onto his back
If you are the talkative type, Sal will listen to all you have to say quietly
And if you get quiet like him, you will sit in comfortable silence, occasionally getting up to go get snacks
Well, most of the time he's quiet
Sometimes he'll shoot up, making you look at him worriedly before mumbling something about how gravity almost took him
And you will be there to drag him back down to your chest and kiss his head, telling him that you'll protect him from gravity <3
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if ur still taking requests i would love to see submissive miles fairchild or sal fisher, the thought of either writhing under u, whiny and needy is just too good
˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐁!𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild & sal fisher
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*~smut!~*
[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: sub boyfriend, dom reader, tip rubbing, edging, degradition, orgasm denial, dick riding, face sitting
OMG! FINALLY I WAS HOPING I'D GET A SAL REQUEST! nnnnyahhh
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┊ ˚➶ ｡Miles Fairchild ˚ ☁️
Miles is sputtering beneath me, his eyelids fluttering almost helplessly as he babbles incoherently with every up and down motion of my body. Despite how controlling and demanding he is, how intimidating he is, it surprisingly wasn't very hard to turn into a whimpering, stuttering mess. Turns out, it's a lot easier to do so when he isn't actually in the house. Quint's influence can't touch him if he's not on the property.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love Miles fucking me into submission and degrading me to the fullest, but it's so amazing that I could reduce a headstrong, controlling, dominant force into nothing more than a pile of whimpering, begging filth.
Slowly, I reach my hand down and wrap it around his throbbing cock, pressing my thumb against his clothed tip. In response, Miles let out a surprisingly high pitched whine, his back arching slightly. "A-ah.. oh no, Mistress.. n-no, not there, I don't wanna cum yet.. n-no please.." he begs softly, eyes still squeezed shut as though he's afraid of he looks at me his cock will explode with cum.
"Hush." I say gently, yet firmly. I've quickly discovered that Miles prefers to be praised, which fits well with the person that he is. Miles normally doesn't like to be told he's doing something wrong. It wounds his otherwise enormous ego. Which is what I want. Ignoring him, I go back to rubbing his leaking tip through his boxers.
"No, Miss! P-pleaseeeee..! Oh please, I'll do anything just please don't make me cum.. I want your pussy, I want your boobs, please.. oh GOD please!" Miles continues to beg. I roll my eyes like it's a chore for me and slowly pull his boxers down to his knees, allowing his fully erect dick to bounce out, almost hitting his stomach. For such a skinny guy, Miles is packing some heat down there. If Miles were in charge, he'd be making me tell him how big it is. Except now, I'm the one in charge, and that brings a smirk to my face.
Miles let out another tiny whimper, and I can feel him watching my face, trying to gauge my reaction to his cock, so hard and ready for me. But I keep my face blank and impassive on purpose, just to beat his ego a little.
"I-it's big.. right Mistress?.." Miles finally asks, tentatively.
It is big. It's really big, actually. But the point of this whole scenario is to humble him, so I shrug, which damn near brings Miles to tears, based on his hurt look. But he very noticeably doesn't use the safe word I gave him, so... Maybe he kinda likes being put in his place?
"Size doesn't matter, my love. Now shut up and I'm gonna ride you, okay?" I smirk and reach for the pack of condoms in Miles's nightstand. Miles doesn't like to use condoms, he says he doesn't like the feel of latex on his cock. But, just tonight, I'm going to make him wear a condom. In all seriousness, if he's going to accidentally knock me up, I'd rather it be on one of the nights he's railing me straight into his bed.
When he sees where my hand is going, he whines in protest and starts to squirm. "Oh no.. n-no, ma'am, please no condom, y-you know I don't like them, please.."
"You'll wear it and you'll fucking like it or you'll have to use your hand." I say firmly, my jaw set.
Miles whimpers and squirms more, begging a little more feebly now. "B-but.. you like t-to.. f-feel my.. my cum.." He gulps as I pull out a single packet and rip it open. He whimpers again, knowing that he's lost.
"Shut up, or I'll stuff my underwear into your mouth to shut you up myself." I say, my voice low and commanding.
Miles's face goes bright red and he moans lowly, a shudder ripping through his body.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
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┊ ˚➶ ｡Sal Fisher ˚ ☁️
"Pleasepleaseplease, just.. just let me.. please I want to, I-I want.." Sal's words are coated with a whimper. Drool pooling out of his heavily scarred mouth. His prosthetic lays on the bedside table, the straps hanging limply over the edge. Without his mask, he can't stop drooling, due to the hole torn into the side of his cheek. Most people would think his face is grotesque, but to me it's weirdly beautiful.
Sal's hands are tied together to the bedframe, his lean body squirming underneath mine.
"Shh.. shh.. not right now, we're only just starting, baby.." I say softly, cupping his cheek as my thumb caresses his cheek. My affection makes him whine quietly as he pushes his face against my hand, seeking more. I smile and slowly pull my hand away. I put my hands on his sides to hold him steady as I slowly start to ride him a little harder. He writhes under me and moans out loudly, pushing his hips quickly against mine.
"Mommy.. mommy.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseee.. Gonna.. gonna cum.. m-mm.. I g-gotta.." Sal's adorably pathetic whines almost make me want to give in... but no. That would be too kind. I can see his hands struggling against the restraints, trying to reach out to touch me. His one real eye is glazed over with tears, like he's trying to coax me into untying his hands so he can grab me and hold me against him while he fucks himself into me.
I wrap my hand around his wrists and hold them tight while I bounce my hips quickly. "Don't you cum, Sally. If you cum we'll have to keep going until I want to stop."
He moans loudly and shakes his head in a somewhat lazy way. "N-nuh.. nuh.. oh please no, c-can't take it.."
Eventually, I slowly pull myself off him. His cock is so coated with fluids, both his and mine, that it's shiny with it. I smirk and grab a handful of his electric blue hair and hold his head down as I slowly sink onto his face.
Sal is really good at having his face ridden.
His tongue immediately gets to work swirling around. I moan quietly and tilt my head back, my mouth dropping open in pleasure. "Oh yeah.. that's my good boy.."
His tongue is coated with moisture and it's cold, which makes it all the more better. I rock my hips quicker, clutching his hair harder, causing him to whimper muffledly against my pussy.
Oh, this is going to be an incredibly fun night for me.
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Hey! I saw your fics and I really liked them 😊💖
I was wondering if maybe you could make a part three to baby fever where reader finds out they actually are pregnant?? I think it'd be really fun to see, only if you want to of course!
Have a good day/noon/nights 💗
Baby Fever Part Three || Sal Fisher
Synopsis - You and Sal find out you're finally pregnant.
Warnings - NSFW.
Notes - All characters are aged 18+!
Word Count - 1.9k.
{Caffeinate Me}
Part One || Part Two
Waking up nauseous wasn’t unusual for you, especially when you hadn’t eaten since the early evening before. You thought nothing of it, just ate some food and went about your day ignoring the sickness. Even after a few days of feeling nauseous, you put it down to a virus or some bad take-out food. Then other symptoms started: tender breasts, cramping and obscure food cravings. But yet again, you didn’t think anything of it. You just put it down to your period, after all these symptoms weren’t uncommon for your cycle. It wasn’t until you were adding some appointments down on the calendar did you notice that your period was actually three weeks late. Your cycle was usually like clockwork. It started on the same date every month, so for it to be late was out of the ordinary. You and Sal had been trying for a baby for months now, making love whenever you could, sometimes even multiple times a day to increase your chances of getting pregnant but to no avail. You tried your hardest not to get excited when you saw the calendar, not wanting to get your hopes up and mourn a baby that never even existed when your period inevitably came but you couldn’t help it. You ripped the calendar off the apartment wall and rushed into yours and Sal’s shared room, not caring whether you woke Henry and Lisa up.
“Sal! Sal! Wake up!” You shouted, shaking him. Sal groaned, turning over to you as his eyes fluttered open. Even in the mornings when he had ‘morning breath’ and bedhead, he was still the most handsomest man in the world to you. He lifted a hand up to cup your cheek and smiled softly at you.
“Good morning beautiful,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.
“Sal! This is important,” you whined.
“What is it?” Sal asked, finally sitting up in bed. You thrusted the calendar in his face and pointed at the date, but he didn’t understand what you were trying to tell him. “What is it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.
“My period is three weeks late!” You exclaimed, a huge smile on your face.
It took Sal a few moments to comprehend what you were trying to say, but when he did he immediately jumped out of bed. “You’re pregnant?” He asked, voice filled with excitement.
“I don’t know for sure,” you said, voice turning solemn before you perked up again. “But there’s a good chance!”
“Well, have you done a test?”
You shook your head. “No. I wanted to do one with you, but I couldn’t wait until your alarm once I realised.”
Sal nodded and smiled, grabbing his boxers and pyjama pants off the floor and slipping them on. “Well, let's go!” You nodded and grabbed Sal’s hand, practically dragging him to the bathroom. Once you were in, you closed the door behind the two of you as Sal opened the cabinet on the wall that contained all sorts of toiletries: including pregnancy tests. Shakily, he handed one to you. You took the test and watched as Sal took out the box to look for the instructions.
“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.
“Looking at the instructions,” he said, eyes scanning the words written on the back of the test box.
“We don’t need instructions Sal,” you said, a slight chuckle in your voice. “They’re pretty straight forward. I pee on the stick and it tells me if I’m pregnant or not.”
“But the lines are confusing,” Sal said, furrowing his eyebrows.
You shook your head, smiling. “No they aren’t. One line for negative, two lines for positive.”
“Okay. One line for negative, two lines for positive,” Sal repeated. He watched with intrigue as you pulled your pants down and sat on the toilet, placing the stick between your legs. After a few moments, Sal spoke up. “Why aren’t you peeing?”
“I’m nervous because you’re watching me!”
“Okay, sorry, sorry. I’ll look away.”
Sal turned around and faced the wall and surely enough, within a few seconds he heard the trinkle of your urine against the toilet bowl. When you were finished you removed the stick from between your legs and placed the cap on it, pulled up your pants and washed your hands. “Now we wait two minutes,” you said, putting a timer on your phone.
“Two minutes?” Sal exclaimed, to which you nodded. You could see through those two minutes how eager Sal was. He kept peeking between you and the test, biting the skin around his fingernails nervously as the timer on your phone ticked away. The second the timer went off, Sal grabbed the test from the side and looked at you. “We look together okay?” He asked, waiting for your nod of confirmation. “On the count of three. One, two, three.”
On the count of three, Sal turned the test around to face the two of you and immediately you were faced with two clear, red lines. “One line for negative, two lines for positive,” Sal repeated, his eyes wide. He looked at you and immediately broke out into tears. The two of you began to hold each other as tears of happiness fell down your cheeks. “We’re having a baby!” Sal gasped as he caught his breath.
“We’re having a baby,” you repeated, biting your lip and moving away slightly to look into Sal’s eyes.
“Oh my God,” Sal exclaimed as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Finally!”
“I know,” you said, laughter erupting from your throat. “I thought it would never happen because we wanted it so much.”
Sal kissed the top of your head and smiled down at you. “I knew it would happen. I just knew it.”
“Oh, did you now?” You teased lightly.
“I did,” he remarked with a smirk. “Now come with me,” he said, holding out his hand for you to take.
You took his hand and looked at Sal curiously. “Where are we going?” You asked.
“Well, I was thinking we’d celebrate,” Sal smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you back to your shared bedroom. He closed the door behind you and took the pregnancy test out of your hand and placed it on his nightstand.
“And how are we celebrating?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, I think you know,” he grinned, pulling you down with him onto the bed gently. He pressed his lips to yours passionately, immediately poking his tongue into your mouth and fighting for dominance against your own tongue. You let out a soft moan into the kiss and sighed dreamily as Sal began to remove each item of clothing on your body. He did so teasingly, slowly, and passionately. His hands traced your curves, roaming over your stomach that was growing his child and cradling you protectively. “Oh my sweet girl,” Sal groaned as he squeezed your breasts slightly. “The mother of my child.”
You smiled upon hearing those words, and revelled in the way Sal was touching you all over. “Sally, please don’t tease me,” you begged silently.
“Okay, okay. Since you’ve been so good and you’re giving me a baby, I suppose I can reward you,” he said slyly. He removed his pyjama pants and boxers before climbing on top of you, lips attaching to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin. Sal was already as hard as a rock. The thought of you finally being pregnant with his child had filled him with so much joy and arousal. He slipped his cockhead up your folds and lubricated himself before slowly inching into you. A loud gasp left your lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
You nodded in agreement, and held onto his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock pushed deep inside of you and he finally bottomed out. A moan left his lips almost immediately. “Jesus Christ, Sal,” you moaned out, biting your bottom lip to stop a louder moan from leaving your lips.
Sal’s pace was slow and sensual, a lot of love was poured into all of this. Your wish of having a baby together was finally coming true and Sal just wanted to show you how thankful he was. His hands roamed over your body, grasping and grabbing at every piece of flesh he could as he moved against you effortlessly. “God I love you so much,” he whispered into your ear.
“I love you too,” you managed to choke out between broken sobs of pleasure. It was all becoming too much and you wanted Sal to move faster. “Please Sally. Move a bit faster.”
He complied with your request, his hips snapping against yours but still keeping the sensual rhythm. You let out a whimper as he continued to thrust into you, heavy balls slapping against you. “You feel so good,” Sal groaned, biting and sucking at you. His hands cupped your breasts and began to play with them gently, noticing how tender they were.
“Sal, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out. Sal nodded and moved a hand down to your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves between your legs until you came undone around his cock. You squirted with ease, making a mess of the bedsheets and Sal’s torso.
“God I’m going to cum too,” he whimpered pathetically. His hips continued to slam against yours, but his movements stuttered as thick ropes of cum spurted from his head and deep inside of you. He moaned your name over and over like a prayer he could never get sick of as he shuddered deeply. When he had finished cumming, he pulled out of you and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. A wide smile laced his lips. “You’re amazing.”
“I know,” you joked, nuzzling into him.
“Thank you,” he whispered quietly.
“What are you thanking me for?” You asked quizzically.
“For giving the weird kid a chance. For seeing me as more than a freak who sees ghosts. For giving me the life I never thought I deserved.”
A tear rolled down your eyes at his words. “Sal,” you sat up, and looked down at him. “You deserve all the love in the world. More than I can give you. But this child and I, will do the best we can to make sure you feel that love.”
“I love you,” he said softly.
“We love you too,” you replied, pressing your head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
“I suppose we have a lot of people to tell the good news too,” Sal said, sitting up.
“I’ll contact the doctor tomorrow. We’ll get a scan before we tell people,” you answer, but nod at the same time. “We can have a little reveal party. Something grand and spectacular.”
“I agree,” Sal nodded, kissing your forehead. “Tomorrow, we’ll think of ideas.” You nod in agreement and smile at him. “Rest now, my love. You’ll need it.”
You let out a soft yawn. “But it’s still morning.”
“Have an early morning nap,” Sal chuckled. “You deserve it.”
“Suppose I could take a nap. I have been up for a while,” you reply. Sal nodded and pulled you even closer to him until you were almost lying on top of his body. He stroked your hair until you fell into a sleep, full of dreams of motherhood and the excitement that was to come in your life.
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— SAL FISHER X READER : psychiatrist’s office.
NSFW! p in v, fem!reader, creampie, blowjob, etc etc.
reader is basically my oc, BUT it’s all in the full pov of an x reader fic, so enjoy! i looove prison sal, he wants me so bad teheheheh, i wish i could’ve made him a bit darker, but for this one i wanted to stay with a sal interpretation that fit canon! reblogs and replies motivate me to write more!
your sessions with the mass murderer, sal fisher, are weekly — up until his trial date.
“good morning, mr. fisher.” you said calmly as he was forcefully pushed inside your office. the guards aren’t good people, their position fuels their head with power, making them all believe they were some sort of god.
you frowned as you saw the man stumble after a shove, sal’s gaze was on the floor when sat down. the guards glared down at him.
sal had been pleading not guilty, your job was to examine him mentally, to dissect his mind.
you were tasked to find out why he killed everyone.
in all of your meetings, the man explained a detailed story about his life, about the paranormal activity he came across with. you could even say you believed him, he told his stories clearly.
you asked him the same questions over and over, for him to tell you his past. even with all the repeated questions, he also repeated the same story, no faults, no missing points.
you believed him.
as your meetings progress, you began to enter the realm of..unprofessionalism.
your gaze would linger, your eyes would subtly examine his body, you would stare at his chest, then at the slight chub of his stomach that was covered by his loose inmate uniform.
this wasn’t good.
at night, you would fantasize about him, about what he would be like on top of you, under you, how he would feel between your legs —
it was bad, to the point that when your hand would slip down your pajama pants and all you could think about was him.
you have seen his face too, and for some odd reason..it attracted you more.
you were playing with fire, one wrong move and all of those years spent in university to get your degree would be down the drain.
but, fuck.
you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted him badly.
looking at the man before you, his gaze was focused on you intently.
he knew what was happening, you may think you were sly, but he’s seen your gaze travel, the way occasionally your cheeks would heat up.
you were still professional in your speech, but he knew.
he could see the way your legs crossed and the way your thighs squeezed together.
it was surprising for him. you, his psychiatrist, seemed to be fantasize about him. him? a deformed, scarred, mass murderer that everyone believed was a psycho path.
“how are you today, mr. fisher?” you asked calmly, lowering your glasses so they framed your nose, your hair was held back by a claw clip and overall you looked good, professional and pretty.
sal stared at you, his gaze focused on your pretty face.
he let out a breath, “not good.” he replied.
“whys that?” you asked with a hum, your legs crossing. you let your papers rest on your lap as you stared up at sal.
he let out a small breath, “i’m in prison.” he replied, a bit of attitude laced in his words. you stopped yourself from scoffing.
“well, you killed people, sal. of course it bounded you to end up here.” you stated, looking at him.
sal shrugged his shoulders.
you stared at him and let out a sigh, “is there anything specific bothering you? other than the fact you’re in the facility.” you asked, curious on how he’s getting along with the inmates.
sal hummed, given the fact he had committed mass murder, most of the inmates didn’t mess with him. they didn’t push him around, they didn’t fight him, or any of the sorts.
he’s heard people call him names, but that’s not unusual.
the inmates were scared of him.
though, as time ticked by, other things began to bother him.
privacy wasn’t an option in prison, he was shoved in a room with four other guys, sal keeps too himself, but given the amount of people around him constantly he couldn’t do much to relief his urges.
it’s been weeks now, and though he doesn’t complain, he desperately wants to satisfy himself.
to put it lightly, he wanted to beat his cock until his body couldn’t take it anymore.
“hm,” sal wasn’t sure what to say, honesty is what’s required in your office, but he didn’t have to air out his dirty laundry like this.
you tilted your head slightly, “mr. fisher?” you mused, “is everything alright?” you asked genuinely.
sal raised his gaze back at you and let out a breath, “how do inmates generally relief their..urges?” he asked, his voice trailing off slightly.
it was embarrassing to ask, especially given the fact you were a woman. he didn’t enjoy having to speak of such topics like that, but you where his psychiatrist — you should be able to understand, right?
you were surprised by his question, given that hasn’t been the topic of discussion you expected, but you didn’t mind.
you have learned many things by working in the prison, so you could help.
“well, most prisoners, they find satisfaction between themselves while some go to secluded places and relieve themselves there.” you explained, though your mind was going wild.
the fantasies you had about him were reflowing your brain.
this wasn’t right — this was illegal, you could get in serious trouble for this.
“..i can help you.”
your voice was quiet, you didn’t even think much about what you were going to say until you said it, the need had clouded your head for a moment.
sal stared at you, behind the prosthetic his eyes were blown wide.
what?
now it was his time to squirm, his cock beginning to harden under his orange jumpsuit. he looked down and cleared his throat, staring down at the bulge in his pants. his face was hot.
you swallowed a lump in the back of your throat before clearing it.
“my apologies, i— i wasn’t thinking. im sorry for my unprofessional behavior.” you stammered horrified by your lack of self control.
you grabbed your papers hurriedly, “how about we just continue with your session?” you said, hoping to forget about what just happened, but sal couldn’t.
his cock was hard, straining against his underwear. it was so sensitive too— it had been so long.
his hands were cuffed in front of his body, so in desperate need for relief, sal’s palm pressed against his boner.
you stared at the man, noticing what was happening.
looking around your office, you gulped.
there weren’t any cameras installed in your office, it was something to have the patients feel less paranoid and more relaxed in your office.
you had a button that was there in case of emergencies if anything where to happen.
biting your lip, you stood from your chair was walked around the corner to where he sat. hearing your heels with each step, he looked up at you.
“mr. fisher..do you want help?”
sal’s breathing got heavy behind the prosthetic, where you really going go do this?
you were looking down at him, waiting for his reply, heat pooling between your legs, coating your pretty red panties.
sal shuddered and nodded his head, his hand pressed against his bulge to find any form of friction that can help him.
“we don’t have cameras here..” you said softly, sal scooted his chair back and you slipped between his legs. you slowly sank down to your knees and your hands gripped his inner thighs as you made yourself comfortable.
sal’s legs were spread, manspreading, you looked up at him.
adjusting your glasses, your gaze fell back onto his boner, gently you moved his hand away and pursed your lips.
sal was looking down at you, now that you were so close you could notice how intense his stare is. you even noticed his pupil was large.
undoing the knot of his waist line, you slipped your hands under and shyly pulled his pants and underwear down.
sal shivered at your touch.
he moved his cuffed hands and let them rest on top of your head so they didn’t stand in the way of your actions.
he looked up and let his gaze focus on the wall in front him, he felt your fingers trace his skin, making him a quirm, then your hand wrapped around his shaft.
a groan left his lips as his head bowed down again, lidded eyes watched as you pulled his cock out.
looking up at him, your eyebrows were raised.
slowly, you leaned down and licked his tip, sal’s body shook.
you leaned your head down and pressed your tongue at the based of his cock, you held his dick up and licked from the bottom up, following the line back to his tip before your lips wrapped around the head.
a breath left sal’s lips as his head leaned back, his eyes shutting as he savored the warm, wet feeling of your mouth against his cock.
one hand held his cock at the base, while the other slipping down to fondle him.
holy fuck.
sal’s head felt like it was going to explode. he felt so good with you wrapped around him, it was killing him.
his hands gripped the back of your head and eagerly forced you to down his cock. it felt so good — he couldn’t control his actions.
your head was pushed down, his cock reaching the back of your throat while your face was pressed against his pubic bone.
you gagged, your shoulders shaking, your hands moved to grip his thighs, your nails digging into his pants. your eyes got overwhelmed with tears due to the gagging, but sal was too lost in his own little world.
he panted quietly as he fucked your mouth.
he moved your head up and down with a lot more force than you had imagined before a shaky grunt left his lips.
he kept your lips pressed against the base of his cock as he threw his head back, cum spurted out of his head, filling your mouth.
you almost choked, gagging as the cum slipped down your throat, luckily sal pulled your head back. one of his cuffed hands moving to jerk his shaft, trying to unload all of the pent up cum.
you shut your eyes as sal finished himself off on your face.
thank good for your glasses.
the man panted heavily, his body seeming a lot less tense.
he continued to grip his now softening cock as he regained himself from the fuzzy feeling in his head.
you sighed and took off your glasses, looking at the milky thick liquid that stained the glass.
wiping it off with you thumb, then rubbed the glass with the end of your shirt and then let them rest on the top of your head.
sal let out a deep breath before his hands moved to shove his cock back into his pants.
you quickly regained yourself and stood on your feet, your knees hurting from the extended time spent on them.
quickly remembering you just sucked off a mass murderer you cleared your throat and walked back to your chair. “this never happened, mr. fisher. understood?” you said, looking at sal with a firm look.
the man nodded his head and cleared his throat, “yeah—“ he stammered, his face was still flushed, but due to his prosthetic you couldn’t see.
looking up at your wrist watch, you hummed.
“see you next week, mr. fisher.”
sal couldn’t stop thinking about you, about what happened. it was infecting his thoughts with ideas that made him uncomfortably horny.
practically counting down the days until his next session, he was excited when the day rolled around and he could see your pretty face again.
“fisher!” one of the guards stood outside his cell, looking up, the guards glared down at him. “get up! you have your meeting with dr. ramirez today!” he yelled.
standing up, sal stepped over quietly and let the guards handcuff his arms in front of him.
the path to your office was one that he had engraved in his head, one female guard was walking in front of him, leading the way, while the male guard stood behind him.
after a minutes long walk, the three arrived to your office.
the female guard knocked loudly on the wooden door, hearing a voice call from inside, she opened the door.
“inmate sal fisher is here for his appointment.” she informed, opening the door wide so you could see the man standing by the side.
when you heard the knock on your office door, you had been reading up on sal’s file, again, and again, and again.
the case was so interesting to you, sal looked sane, he wasn’t showing signs of anti social personality disorder, he was polite — so why? you weren’t a skeptic, you believed his story, but a cult that is trying to take over the world? that seemed a bit too far fetched.
your outfit was professional, yet pretty.
a pencil skirt that hugged your hips, a white button down shirt, black thigh high stockings, and heels. your hair was being held back with the same claw clip you used before.
you looked good, though maybe your shirt was too tight for your chest..
“come in!” you called, still reading through the man’s archive. “yes?” you mused when the door opened, upon hearing sal’s name you looked up.
was it already time for his appointment?
adjusting your glasses, you looked up. “oh, yes. let him inside, thank you.” you said, nodding your head.
the male guard shoved sal inside the room and slammed the door shut. the automatic lock clicking.
“good afternoon, mr. fisher.” you hummed, putting your papers aside. “how are you today?” you asked, watching as the man sat down before you.
he hummed in response, “i’m okay.” you nodded, “better than last week, yes?” you asked, beginning to jot down his answers.
“mhm,” he hummed.
“well that’s good! i’m glad to hear you are doing better.” you said, clasping your hands together. “before we begin, is there..anything you would like to mention? about the prison, cellmates, how you have been feeling in the past week?” you listed off, placing your pen down and listening to him intently.
sal stared at you for a moment, his mind drifting up the last session he had with you, he remembered the way your lips pressed against his head, the way your lips wrapped around him — the way he shoved your head down.
he swore he could feel his mouth salivate and his blood swirling.
he cleared his throat, “uh,” he could easily say that his tension only heightened. the fact it was a problematic situation made him ache for you more.
he didn’t know what to say, was he supposed to ask again? to beg for you to help him again?
you sat across from him like before.
after last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. the thrill of it all had your mind in a chokehold.
at night, before bed, you would use your vibrator and pretended it was him, you would fuck yourself with it, starting off slow and steady — feeling the way the silicon would press on your walls, then you would increase your speed until your body couldn’t take it anymore.
thought you wished it was the real thing.
the crush you had on this man was wrong, very, very wrong. he killed an apartment complex filled with people, and yet you dreamed about having his cock fill you up.
how sick where you?
biting the inside of your lip, you cleared your throat.
“mr. fisher?” you asked, wondering where his mind had trailed off. he seemed to snap back to reality after hearing you call for him. “uh, what?” he said looking at you.
you squinted, “what are you thinking about?” you mused, asking for the sake of his case. in your assumption, you believed it could be related to the murders, to his past — but no.
he was thinking about when you gave him head, his thoughts filling with other ideas, how would you feel like when wrapped around him?
he paused. “oh, uh—“ he wasn’t sure what to say, you caught him off guard, now he was put on the spot
“you can be honest.” you reassure, trying to stay professional.
he squirmed in his seat, “you.” he replied, glancing away.
oh.
you thought, clearing your throat. “mr. fisher, what happened last week was an act of unprofessionalism..” you paused, “and it shouldn’t be repeated given the circumstances. i put my job at risk over what happened.” you explained, though your mind begged for another time spent with him.
sal nodded in understanding, but he wanted to beg for you to touch him again.
looking away from him, you let out a sigh, leaning back against your chair.
“but..” you began quietly, “if you make it quick, we won’t get caught.” you said, turning your head to stare at him.
sal gulped, feeling his cock twitch in his pants again.
“really?” he asked quietly, scooting his chair closer to the table.
nodding, you stood up from your chair and rounded the table, before sitting at the edge of the table. “really.” you confirmed, your hands moving to undo the buttons of your shirt.
your bra was black and lacy, holding your breasts perfectly. sal’s mouth felt dry as he watched you with widened eyes.
his gaze focused on your tits, how good they looked with your bra. you didn’t take off your shirt completely, but the buttons were completely undone.
sal’s cock was pressing tightly against his pants his hands trembled under the handcuffs.
you pulled your pencil skirt up and let him see the matching black panties. he let out a breath, “did you match on purpose?” he asked softly, staring at you intensely.
you smiled, “maybe.” you said, spreading your legs for him — inviting him in.
sal felt a shiver go down his spine, “fuck.” he whispered, “c’mon, stand up.” you hummed, “you have to be quick if you want do do this.” you reminded.
sal was at a loss for words, he stood up and stared down at you, your hands reached out and you tugged at the waistband of his pants, you didn’t pull them off, you simply lowered them to his mid thighs for easy access.
sal moved his cuffed hands down and he pulled his cock out from his underwear before staring back at you.
you slipped your lacy panties down and let them dangle from one of your legs.
sal watched as your pretty cunt was exposed, he was grateful his prosthetic was on, because he would he embarrassed if you saw the way he was flustered.
your cunt was slick, wet. you were already so wet for him.
he bit his bottom lip and his hands moved to grip your thighs, he yanked your thighs towards him so you were closer to him.
sal was standing between your legs, you looked down and watched as sal’s calloused hand gripped his shaft, his hands jerking himself for a bit before he pressed the girthy top against your entrance.
your body shook, wishing you had lube with you. sal moved his prosthetic hastily and exposed his lips before he spat down on his hand and spread his saliva and pre-cum down his shaft, coating it with faux lube.
after coating it with a hefty amount of saliva, he slipped his cock inside your glistening pussy.
a small gasp left your lips as his cock pushed your spongy walls apart, his cock had more girth than length, but it felt so good.
your head leaned back as a choked breath left your lips.
as he slipped inside a guttural groan left his lips, your slick walls stretching to accommodate his girth. hugging him snuggly.
your lips were parted as a soft sigh left your lips, you felt so full — no dildo could compare to the girth of him.
your hands gripped the table, trying to stabilize yourself.
sal’s grip on your thighs was tight, bruising almost. 
after he bottomed out, he leaned his head back with a breath as he savored the heat you brought him. he swears this is the best pussy he’s ever had.
his hips pressed against yours, moving his hands up to your hips, he gripped them tight before pulling his hips back and pushing back inside.
his movement was hard, putting his weight behind the thrust.
your eyes shut as a small whine left your lips, leaning down, sal rested his body on top of yours and his hips drawled back again.
his thrusts weren’t fast, but they were hard, letting you savor the way the his cock rubbed against your walls, your legs were next to hips, dangling in the air given the fact you were at the edge of the table.
sal’s arms slipped under your back, almost as if he was hugging you, his face pressed against the crook of your neck, hiding his masked face.
you had the delight of hearing the muffled heavy breathing and the small grunts leaving his lips.
your arms moved and you gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his uniform.
your moans were soft, choked, trying to stay quiet.
though your office was private, the halls weren’t. if you weren’t quiet you risked getting caught which would put you and sal in a bad situation.
sal grunted, his hands slipping down to your lower stomach.
one of his cuffed hands pressed against where your womb would be, while the other slipped between your folds.
the pressure of one of his hands pressing against your stomach combined with the feeling of your clit being pressed on made you let out a broke moan.
“shhhh,” sal reminded you, his face still nuzzled on your neck.
you bit your bottom lip and nodded your head, desperate trying to keep your composure.
sal’s finger pressed on your perked clit, slowly rubbing it gently, a heat began to spread on your lower stomach, your hips unknowingly grinding up to meet his hand.
his experience surprised you — that and the fact he wasn’t fucking you in an uncomfortably rough manner like would expect from an inmate.
your eyes shut and your eyebrows furrowed.
“s—sal—“ you gasped out, your nails still griping his uniform.
he hummed, letting you know he was listening. “feel good?” he muttered, pressing his hips against yours firmly.
you nodded your head, “yes—“ you agreed desperately.
your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him close to you. sal’s fingers rubbed slow circles on your clit, he was driving you insane.
the noises of skin slapping and the wet squelches of your cunt sucking his cock back in were present under the moans and whines that left your lips.
sal’s head was fuzzy again, he hadn’t been able to fuck someone in what felt like forever now, so this felt like a godsend.
the way your walls hugged his cock was too good, spongey and warm.
as he angled his hips, his thrusts increased a bit of speed, with the angle he was able to press against a gummy part inside you.
he felt as your back arched and your grip tightened — but before you could cry out in pleasure his he pulled back and moved his hands to cover your mouth forcefully.
he was hyper aware on the fact they were walking on thin ice, and he couldn’t risk getting caught and putting your job in jeopardy.
you stared up a sal with lidded eyes, your eyebrows furrowing upwards and your eyes blinking slowly as they
sal’s cock was still buried deep inside you, he stared down at you, his blue eyes seeming to shine under the light. he let out a breath and then pulled back again and shoved his cock inside you again. you let out a muffled whine and slipped your hand down to your clit, you toyed with your nub hastily as your legs shook in anticipation.
sal’s body was hot, his skin was coated with a thin layer of sweat, his cock was tense and heavy.
he wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted to wait for you.
luckily, it didn’t take long as your fingers toyed with your clit, your hips rolling up to meet his thrusts, after feeling your walls flutter around his shaft, he knew you were close.
his hands stayed covering your mouth when you came.
your back arched and your legs trembled, your hips rolled up, riding out your orgasm.
sal was grateful you came quickly, because he couldn’t keep edging himself any longer.
in a hazy moment he leaned back down, moving his hands from your mouth so he could land his final few thrusts properly.
he put his weight behind his thrusts, his body pressing against yours as his hips slammed against yours.
when he came, a muffled groan left his lips.
your eyes were practically rolled back, a shaky sigh leaving your lips when you felt sal pump his cum inside you. he coated your walls with his thick, milky cum before letting his body rest on top of you.
his face moved down to nuzzle your chest, you were the closest thing he’s had to comfort in so long, he just wanted to cherish it — just a bit more.
you let him rest on your chest, your arms moving to wrap around him, you held him firmly. hugging him.
sal nuzzled against you and sighed, he let his eyes slip shut for a moment before your fingers tangled themselves in his blue locks.
“i don’t think you’re a murderer, sal.” you whispered.
sal’s eyes opened, “you’re the only one.” he replied, pulling away from your touch, he slipped his softening cock out of your cunt and hastily stuffed it back in his pants.
you sat up on the table and started to re-button your shirt, “all i’m saying is the truth, doctor.” he added, looking at you through his prosthetic.
you slipped off the table and readjusted your panties before fixing your skirt.
“i know.” you nodded, fixing your hair too.
he looked at you, “go to the apartments..the treehouse. you’ll see.” he said before plopping back down on his chair.
adjusting your glasses you let out a hum.
“i’ll see you next week, mr. fisher.”
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got me blushing the whole time I was drawing this
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HIII ,HELLO, I was wondering if you could make Sal/Larry (separate or just one of them) reacting to the reader, possibly fem! Getting suspended for beating up someone who was saying rude things about the boys?
Larry would be SHOCKED.
You? Beating up someone? For him? Holy shit dude that’s like so sick and COOL.
He would definitely be in shock first but then he would freak out in joy before hell, you knocked someone out just because they made a Pinocchio joke about him like that’s a whole entire proposal right there for him.
He NEEDS AND GOTS TO BAG YOU-
As soon as he gets home he immediately dashes to your apartment cause WHAT?
He is asking you so many questions about the fight. Like—did you uppercut this person? Right or left hook them? DRAG THEM? Like you gotta tell him all the details about this.
Other than the giggles and laughs, he is touched by how you defended him over something like this. He’s heard that stupid joke for a long ass time and he grew to not care about it anymore but just hearing about you fighting someone over it just makes his heart warm up and beat faster.
Sal has been bullied a lot throughout his life and he has grown to ignore and just get over it. He’s heard a lot worser than whatever someone else has to say about him that he’s already cried over so…
But when someone made a joke OUTLOUD saying that he looked like Jason Vorhees without his mask and he saw you literally fold this person up like an omelette in the matter of seconds?? HOLY SHIT?
He is quick to grab ahold of you and prevent you from damn near killing the person and causing even more damage than you already did.
He’s sad when you got suspended but he is also very respectful of you for doing that. That insult was definitely something new but it wasn’t enough to hurt him that much. I guess you’re able to see how that could still affect his emotions. He felt good knowing that you did something like that just to make sure that he was okay even when you didn’t have too, he thanks you for that but encourages you to try another method of defending him because he doesn’t want you getting into more trouble…
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Writer's Block- What Should I Write?
I'm stuck in a slump- not in the mood to write smut tho
yes i'm hyperfixating on sally face, don't ask
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