*For nostalgia purposes, this will be written as if YouTube and streaming services do not exist. Sal's world was in a time before streaming (though he loves it now), when channel surfing ruled, and we were plagued by the dreaded misplaced remote*
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It's getting late but neither of you can seem to turn your heads off
Sleep remains elusive
After a couple of hours of both of you tossing, turning, blanket kicking and clock checking, you both decide to retire to the living room
But first a stop for a hot cup of tea is in order (non-Addison, please and thank you)
The two of you talk over your tea, listlessly sitting on the couch
Sal has turned the TV on, but no lights other than the kitchen overhead, which filters dimly into the room, but not enough to really light the room.
Muted colors from the TV reflect on the walls as the two of you talk about the weird thoughts that enter the mind of no-sleep
After finishing tea, Sal assumes his normal "I'm relaxing" sprawl on the couch, lying reclined against a pillow on the arm rest with one leg thrown across the back of the couch and the other stretched out along the cushions
This creates the perfect alcove for you to rest in, snugged in against Sal, and he opens his arms to receive you.
He pulls you in against his body as his arms cradle you and his fingers fidget against your skin
Sal mans the remote, flipping through all the sights TV offers after prime time
Trashy talk and reality shows prevail
Along with some pretty funny mature cartoon, on which Sal lingers
The combination of the warm tea in your stomachs and the comfort of cuddling with a loved one soon make it so the time spent on each channel increases over time
A few moments spent on Beavis and Butthead
Turns to five whole minutes on a nature documentary about flying squirrels
Oh hey this looks cool, an old episode of Night Gallery. That's Vincent Price
*Sleepy noises of agreement*
The weirdness of the old seventies show seems to entrance
Both of you are watching glassily, and Sal drops the remote
You're not really sure who fell asleep first, because just after the remote slides off your hip, sleep claims you
You only remember waking up at some later point, in the small hours of the night to the sound of canned laughter
It seems that Vincent Price mindfuck was on a vintage tv channel. An old sitcom is now dominating the screen
And the remote has disappeared, no doubt wedged between the cushions or underneath you at this point
But Sal makes a soft noise in his sleep and his fingers grasp at your shirt where his hand rests on your hip
You look up at his beautifully ruined face, almost angelic in the relaxation of sleep
And you settle back in, basking in the warmth of him
Every interaction you had today was a difficult one
People where whiny and obstinate
Simple tasks turned tedious and frustrating
And the work hours just dragged by
Every second expanding and then collapsing on itself with each tick of the clock hand
Whatever they're paying you...
Today it just isn't enough
You want nothing more than this shift to end because at least you know that at clock out time, they can't exactly force you to stay
The moment finally gets here
Clock out time
And you beat feet to your ride home
And as you walk up the front steps
There he is framed in the doorway
Sal, hair mussed from his after work shower, baggy pajama bottoms featuring characters from Ricko's Modish Wife, and a band shirt for King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
He holds the door for you and follows behind you as you shed your uniform on the way to the bathroom
And then listens as you unload your day
From the stupid overreaction about a small hiccup provided by Brandy in sales
To the complete Karen of an old woman who just kept haranguing you
To the fact that you totally overcommitted yourself with work duties today that were and weren't actually necessary
Sal diligently follows you from the bathroom and shower, to the bedroom (where he stole a few kisses and maybe a few squeezes too), to the kitchen where you both ate dinner standing up over the sink, and then finally to the living room
To console you on your bad day, Sal turns on your favorite guilty pleasure show
Even though watching it always makes him feel like happily slamming a door onto his head repeatedly
He engages in the show, and finds himself getting invested in it too
Also provided by Sal:
A foot rub after a long foot soak in the foot soaker Maple bought you for Christmas
Warm blankets
A big ol' bowl/joint/blunt/whathaveyou, if you partake. If not, Sal will have already handled this step himself before you got home
Your favorite snacks, along with some of his because he knows you secretly enjoy them
Hot tea/steamed milk/coffee, depending on your preference (Sal actually makes killer coffee despite not drinking it. He's surrounded by coffee drinkers, he had to learn at some point)
And then finally,
When you both retire for the night
Sal reads you a few chapters from whatever book he's reading
He could read you a stereo manual and you'd eat up every minute of it
You constantly suggest to Sal that he should make an ASMR channel on YouTube
Just his deep, raspy voice carefully articulating words so his Jersey doesn't show as much
Lulling you to sleep
And in those last few moments of consciousness, you feel Sal's lips press to your forehead
Goodnight Reader, I hope your day is better tomorrow and I love you
Vent section: For those of you who follow my blog and know my life, I work on a dementia ward. We got a new resident today. She is completely rude and hateful, incessantly talks, picks on/picks fights with other residents, argues for arguments sake, and biological functioned in the hall (TWICE). Needless to say, her presence has thrown off my entire work groove. I tried to compensate by deciding to do linens today, help out... For rooms 13-24... All of them. It was almost too much but I got it done right before my shift was done. I work 12 hour shifts so 15 loads was a completely doable task... Right? Anyway, while I was doing that, two of my residents (besties, Ms. Daisy and Ms. Eileen (all names have been changed for privacy and dignity)) managed to slip through the coded fire doors that lock down the hall (dementia patients wander and get lost easily, we have to keep them locked down for their safety). They didn't go far. The rest of the building caters to elderly people who just need a little help, and Daisy and Eileen went to the dining room on that wing. An elopement is when a resident manages to get completely out of the building, out in the world . So not even really an elopement. But mass panic ensued while we were trying to find out how they got out. Turns out they were camping the doors, and waited for a family member to come through and slipped out... Very crafty. One headcount later, administration finally left and it was back to dealing with the new lady, Glenda, who I'm sure will appear in many incorrect quotes on my blog. I normally completely loathe a new resident when we get them. As you can see, it throws off my whole day. I'll get used to her, figure out who she needs me to be, and be that person for her. I'm sure we'll end up thick as thieves. It's always the difficult ones that I end up liking the most. (I did not. I still don't like this woman despite the fact that I don't work there anymore and she's dead)
Sal will read pretty much anything he can get his hands on
Weird Scifi tales? ✅
Dimestore romances? ✅
Rambling Westerns? ✅
Larry's stereo manuals? ✅
And of course horror ✅✅✅
Sal could read at a very early age, starting picture books in the later part of his terrible twos
Diane noticed him squinting at the pages around four even though the book was within normal viewing range, and she took him to the optometrist
Little Sally was near sighted in one eye and far sighted in his other, making reading a painful experience
He still has to wear glasses to read to this day
When... The incident happened, Sal lost his near sighted eye
And yes, even though Sally is monocular, his glasses have two lenses, but the right side is just regular glass
But I digress
He impressed extended family members by reading to them, and family tested him to make sure he hadn't memorized a few Diane had read to him.
They gave him a chapter book randomly pulled from his abuela's shelves and he not only could read it, but retained basic information from it. Cue impressed family members convinced Sal was a baby genius.
Later on, Sal viewed it as a rite of passage when he was old enough to get his own library card
In fact, the library was the first place Sal hit in Nockfell, after thoroughly exploring the apartments
It's safe to say that Sal is an avid reader
Because he used reading as an escape from the bulk of his childhood
I mean,
He was an only child, with an extended hospital stay, who lost one parent while the other was present but absent at the same time
While Sal WILL read anything, he has his favorites
Authors, or books Sal greatly appreciates, some explained, some not:
Charles Dickens- Sal read A Tale of Two Cities in the hospital after an elderly nurse on her way to lunch, left her book on his nightstand. He really liked the world building, it allowed him to see London without even leaving Jersey. After that, he asked the nurse for more like it and slowly made his way through most of Dickens' works.
HP Lovecraft- Sal can't really tell you how old he was when he found Lovecraft, just that he's been reading his works for a while now. You can thank Todd. He likes how the stories offer almost complete immersion, sometimes down to deciphering old English. The creatures and deities particularly interest Sal, and he's spent countless hours trying to imagine what they look like based off of descriptions in the stories. A few times, when neither Larry or Sal could sleep, Sal has commissioned Larry to sketch out a few of the creatures.
Ray Bradbury- another one from Todd, Sal first read Fahrenheit 451 in a group assignment where he was partnered with Todd and Chug. They decided to just do the literature report on what Todd was currently reading and the rest was history. Sal made short work of the rest of Bradbury's bibliography, his favorites among them being Something Wicked This Way Comes, and Dandelion Wine
Stephen King- actually one of the first authors Sal read, Diane had a few of King's more popular novels. The first one Sal got hold of was Pet Sematary 😶. He found it around age 4, drawn to it because of the mention of pets, which he'd been wanting lately. Granted, Diane had to handle a rough night of nightmares brought on by Kings vivid imagination and descriptors, but this moment was the catalyst for Sal having a love for spooky things.
Disclaimer: this ficlet is based off of a character and setting from the video game Sally Face. It is fictional, and moreso, fiction filtered through an individual imagination. Any likenesses to IRL people are purely coincidental. If you are triggered by it, or it's not for you, sorry, send in an ask, and we'll figure out something!
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The soft progressions of notes filled your shared bedroom as you sat on the bed and folded clothes. Three good sized stacks sat in front of you, one for you, one for Sal, and one of the clothes you shared.
Sal sat across the room, propped up against the wall next to his amp. His fingers moved idly over the strings, coaxing little tunes and rushes up and down scales out of the taught metal as he watched you.
You'd been on a cleaning spree today, starting in the kitchen and moving back through the living room, bathroom, yours and Sal's room, you'd even tidied the basement, leaving Neil and Todd's room and office off limits. Sal had caught up on psychology homework and started a free weekend, no ghosts to chase, no weird cult business.
He'd started following you from room to room after you'd finished the bathroom, keeping you company. Now you were folding up your last load of laundry. You sat the last folded shirt on top of the shared pile and breathed out a breath of accomplishment. You were done. Now nothing could stand between you and a peaceful weekend.
You felt Sal's gaze on your back like a physical thing as you put away your stack of clothes into the left and returned to the bed for Sal's.
The series of notes started to slow while you put away his clothes in the right drawers. They had stopped completely by the time you were back with your stack of shared clothes. You felt Sal walk up behind you while you laid clothes in the second and third middle drawers. You hadn't even heard him put his guitar down.
Sal's hands clasped your hips gently as he nuzzled his scarred face into your neck. He kissed your neck, a soft caress of lips, as he pulled you back into his body. He trailed one hand up your body and neck and turned your head, kissing your lips with an intense sweetness. Almost urgency.
You realized as you kissed Sal back that he'd been patiently waiting on you all day. Or maybe not so patiently. He had seemed a bit antsy lately. He pinched your hip and you opened your mouth to him. As his tongue slid against yours, he pulled your hips back into him more, and you felt his hardness through his jeans as he pushed his hips against the back of you.
Sal slid his hands up your sides, making sure his hands were under the fabric of your shirt, so he could push it up too. He pulled away long enough to pull your shirt over your head. Then his lips were on your neck again and he was delivering playful nips to your earlobe.
Your skin broke out briefly in goosebumps when the bare skin of your back made contact with the bare skin of Sal's torso. It was summertime and unforgivingly hot outside. Sal always suffered in these months and the fact that he was wearing jeans was strange compared to his recent usual of shorts and tank tops. Sal had worn jeans, and made up for the heat caused by the covered skin by forgoing a shirt of any kind.
Sal's hands moved up to cover your breasts, but your bra stood in his way. He impatiently shoved it up and captured your breasts in his hands, kneading them and playing his fingers across your nipples. Your breath caught and Sal kissed you again, hugging you as close to him as clothes would allow. His hips pressed into the swell of your ass and he slowly ground himself into you, drawing the movement out enough that you moved your hips to press into him again.
This made Sal hiss into your ear and lightning quick, his hands were on the waistband of your cleaning sweats, his thumbs hooking into the elastic waistbands of both your sweats and your undies. You inhaled sharply as the cold air from the air conditioner hit your most sensitive skin when Sal stripped you of your clothes, even taking the time to unhook your bra so you could slide out of it.
His hands were on your lower body then, immediately starting a slow, but firm rubbing against your clit. Sal drew his body back from you enough to slip out of his jeans one handed and you felt him bump up against you, and then start to slowly push into you. You cried out from the sensations of Sal slowly stretching you to accommodate him and his fingers rubbing against your clit at just the right speed, with just the right pressure. He breathed roughly into your ear as his body met yours, buried in you.
A pressure was building quickly in the core of you and Sal moving in and out of you was adding to it. His fingers still moved against you and the pressure inside you burst between one of his thrusts and the next. Sal brought you screaming, stilling his hips and letting you writhe against him, one arm holding you against his chest, the other hand still rubbing against you, helping you ride out your release. Finally you hung limply in his arms, legs barely supporting your own weight.
Sal pulled out from you, miraculously still hard, from the looks of it, almost painfully so. He helped you to your freshly made bed and laid you back on the sheets. You waited for him to crawl up with you and continue where he'd left off. Instead he hovered over your lower body, wrapping his arms around your thighs. He kissed down your stomach before pulling you towards him, licking where his fingers had just been.
"Oh, God, Sally," you sigh, trying to move away from his mouth, "Too sensitive."
Sal only tightened his grip on your thighs, wrapping an arm around each one. He looked up at you from under his bangs and his scars on his cheek only made his smile look more devilish, "Oh no, Reader, I've been waiting for you all day. Now I'm gonna take my time" he licked up the center of you, "and do what I want."
And take his time he did. Sal kept eye contact as he licked you, up and down, tasting your release from earlier. He brought you twice that way in rapid succession, one right after the other, leaving you breathless and twitching as he drew back, licking his lips.
You let out a breathless moan as he pushed two of his long fingers into you, kneeling between your legs now. His cock hung heavy and swollen between his legs, the tip almost purple and glistening with precum. Sal hooked his fingers up inside you and you ground yourself into his hand, eyes almost rolling back in your head. You were overstimulated, but not willing to stop him.
Sal curled his fingers in you and watched as you squirmed and moaned for him. You watched his gaze rest on you, filled with fire. He leaned down, keeping his eyes on yours and gave you one final lick, a quick, upward swipe, just as his fingers flexed up too.
Suddenly everything was white and your ears were ringing. You burst into pieces and reformed. When sight, sound, and reason came back to you, Sal was grinning at you from where he had been kneeling between your legs, but he was rolling a condom into himself, watching you. You'd lost a minute or so. Still too weak to move, and still unwilling to stop, you watched as Sal gave himself a stroke before positioning himself at your entrance.
There was nothing slow about Sal's entrance into you this time. He didn't need to be, he'd done all the necessary work and more. Finally satisfied that you were satisfied, he began a fast pounding rhythm that wasn't too rough, but wasn't exactly gentle either.
After a few moments, you muster enough strength up to wrap your legs around Sal's hips, and to put your arms around his neck. Sal leaned down and kissed you tenderly, the pace of his hips slowing momentarily, slowly drawing himself out. He broke the kiss when he was almost out of you, and he pressed his forehead to yours.
"Did I ever tell you I love you, Sal Fisher?" you asked him breathlessly.
He smiled softly and brushed his lips against yours, "Every morning when we wake up, and every night before we go to sleep. And at least fifty times in between."
Then he slammed into you and resumed his driving pace, drawing a shout from you. Sal groaned loudly as you spasmed around him and he began to lose some of his smoothness. His hips stuttered into you and you feel him brace his forearms on the bed above your head. You raised your hips to meet his body and he plunged into you completely, bumping into the end of you. Sal's face went slack and his deep voice made a harsh sound between a moan and a shout as your walls squeezed him again. You feel him pulse inside you as he froze above you, looking down at you but not really seeing.
You watched as he drifted back into himself, a dreamy smile lighting his face. In that moment, he looked almost boyish. Almost.
hello there !! i really like ur writing :-D could i request larry with a reader who's just constantly tired and wanting to nap ??
Babe you basically just described me 24/7 😅. I hope x AFAB Reader is okay. It's easier for me to write, since I'm afab too! But if you'd prefer, let me know your pronouns and stuff in a DM and I'll rewrite it to cater to you 🧡 specifically. I'm queuing this, so it'll release in the middle of the night, perfect for a sleepyhead SO!
"Wake up, my love. Never thought you'd make me/break me, now I'm up from below. Such a brilliant star you are! And well your love/light burn me baby? Burn a hole right through my heart?"- Lunacy Fringe (The Used)
Lunacy Fringe (Larry Johnson x Sleepyhead AFAB!Reader)
Fic below the cut due to nsfw
Triggers: nsfw (18+ only)
Reader came in late one night, exhausted from yet another double shift. Lately, the diner had been working her hard, giving her double shifts back to back and only one day off. She'd said that they'd lost two waitresses, a hostess, and a dishwasher, and staff was running thin.
She slung her bag on the floor after shutting it, and Larry looked up from his canvas to watch her trudge to the bed, stripping off her uniform as she went.
"Hey baby" he said, adding one last swipe of brown paint before plopping it in the jar of turpentine on his stand, "Rough day?"
He rose from his chair and padded across to Reader as she crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her underwear clad body "Yeah" she murmured from under the army green blanket, "But Mitch says he's got some interviews lined up for tomorrow. I'm just glad to have tomorrow off. I wanna sleep forever."
Larry chuckled and took off his shirt as he lovingly looked down at the lump Reader created under the blankets, "No worries, babe, I've got our whole schedule cleared for tomorrow." Reader peeked out from under the blankets as he folded the blanket on his side back, and Larry sent her a wink and a crooked smile as he unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off after he plopped down on the bed. "You don't even have to get out of bed if you don't want to."
Larry slid under the blankets, spooning his body against the back of Reader's.
"Well" he said thoughtfully, "except for bathroom stuff."
Reader laughed, "Obviously, Larbear." She yawned and backed into Larry a little, joining their bodies even closer. Larry put an arm around her waist, pulling her into him and snuggling his face into the back of her neck to breathe in the mixture of Reader's natural scent and the mix of foods and coffee from the diner.
"Love you, Larbear" she hummed, "Night."
A mildly panicked look came over Larry's face, and he moved his arm so his hand rested on her hip. Reader smiled with her eyes closed. She had had a feeling Larry wouldn't be happy about her immediately sleeping. The two of them always spent at least an hour canoodling and loving each other up before sleep.
Reader let Larry pull her hip as he moved back, laying her out on her back, and he covered her upper body with his as he brushed his lips against hers. He kissed her lazily until he coaxed tiny mewls from her as she kissed him back, her hands resting on his upper chest and throat, stroking tiny lines into his skin.
Larry pulled back from his kisses and Reader tried to follow, sitting up slightly and reaching for him as she blinked at him with sleepy eyes. 'Bedroom eyes', his mom had always called them. Larry placed a hand in the center of Reader's chest and gently pushed her back into the pillows.
"Uh uh, baby girl" he said, his voice already deepening with desire, "You've been working so much lately. Let me do all the work."
Larry sat back on his heels next to Reader and slowly pulled the blankets down off of her, revealing her body at his own leisurely pace. When the blanket reached her knees, he leaned down and trailed butterfly kisses up the midline of her abdomen, stopping at her thin, spandex material bra. Reader arched her back, allowing him to slide it up and over her head to be discarded over Larry's shoulder. Larry hovered above Reader and she pulled him down for a kiss, his lips crashing against hers as he took her breasts in his hands.
Reader moaned at the contact, but Larry noticed her eyes starting to drop closed soon after, so he trailed a hand down to her panties and slid his fingers in, finding her most sensitive spot. He pressed his middle and index fingers against it and Reader's eyes were suddenly wide open, her hips bucking up into his fingers and grinding as she let out a cry, pulling her mouth from Larry's, and Larry kissed down her chin as she tilted her head back.
"Stay with me, baby" Larry breathed and captured her lips with his again as he began rubbing that spot between her legs. He slid his tongue past Reader's lips and explored her mouth, knowing every crevice. Reader moaned into his mouth as a result of the work of his fingers, and met his tongue with hers enthusiastically.
Reader kicked the blankets and sheet off the bed, making room for Larry between her legs. She let her knees fall out to the sides and Larry withdrew his hand from her panties just long enough to remove them. When his hand returned, Reader's eyes were starting to fog over, mixed with pleasure and exhaustion.
To keep her on her toes, Larry moved his other hand between her legs as he crawled over her though. He settled himself, kneeling there and pushed his middle finger into her, pumping it and out a couple of times before adding another. Reader moaned, pulling her mouth away from Larry's again, her eyes closing as she ground her hips down against his hand. He started pulling his fingers from her and restarted rubbing her pearl with his other hand. Larry curled his fingers inside of Reader at just the right place and elicited another cry from her, and he started a rhythm, plunging his fingers into her and curling them upwards once he pulled them halfway out. He kissed and nipped down her neck, and stopped at her collarbone, nibbling gently as he brought her screaming with his hands.
Reader came back down to Earth to find Larry smiling at her from where he had been kneeling between her knees. But now he was rolling a condom down himself, pinching the tip of the latex sleeve so it wouldn't tear. No matter how much they loved each other, Larry and Reader had been in agreeance that they weren't ready for kids after babysitting Soda together just once.
"Oh good" Larry said mischievously, "You're back!"
Larry took Reader's leg and pushed it up and over, rolling Reader onto her side, and he snugged his body against the back of hers. She pulled one knee up slightly, and Larry made sure he was aligned with her entrance before kissing along the line of her shoulder.
Larry gently pushed into Reader, holding her body tightly against his until he was fully sheathed inside of her. He let out a shaky breath as she squeezed around him, remnants of his earlier ministrations.
"Oh, Larry" Reader groaned as she adjusted to his girth while he started to withdraw his hips, gripping his hand in hers.
"Shit, Reader" he grunted, reaching the end of that second long stroke and starting to push his way in again, "You always feel so fucking good for me. Just perfect."
Reader smiled a secret smile and quickly pushed back into Larry with her hips, taking all of him inside her very, very quickly.
It was Larry's turn to cry out, a stream if colorful expletives streaming from his mouth. All of Larry's control went out the window as he reared up onto his knees, his hands on Reader's hip and top thigh as he drove into her over and over. A thick smacking sound joined the chorus of their moans and grunts, interlaced with Larry's hissed obscenities, creating an erotic symphony.
Larry brought Reader again, and started losing his hard fought control minutes later. His hips lost their smooth, rolling rhythm they'd found, bucking into Reader with no sense of tempo at all. His hands clasped at Reader's flesh, his nails digging in just enough to leave small red crescent moons in her skin, but not create any lasting damage.
"Fuck, Reader!" he yelled, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, "I'm about to come!"
The slight bite of Larry's black painted nails in her skin, combined with the squeeze of his hands got Reader's attention, pulling her out if her post-orgasm blissed out state. His yells turned her head to him as she started to withe against him again.
Reader covered Larry's hand on her thigh and moaned out, "Oh gods, Larry, please. Come for me!"
Larry looked down at her for a second, and whatever he saw caused his already desperate pace to double, jackhammering into her as he let out a long, loud groan. This lasted for over a minute, until Larry collapsed on the bed behind Reader, still twitching inside of her, one arm curling underneath him, the other sliding along the curve of Reader's body to curve around her abdomen possessively.
Reader and Larry lay there like that for a few minutes, seeing stars and relearning to breathe. A fine tremor had Larry's left leg shaking as he untangled his legs from Readers, a sign of a job well done. When he'd gotten free, Larry rolled onto his back slightly and carefully removed the soiled condom, tying it off with a knot and throwing it in the bedside trash to dispose of in the morning, and then pulling the covers back over them. Then he moved back to his side, cuddling Reader against him.
"Okay, you can go to sleep now" Larry chuckled. Reader laughed back, snuggling down into the covers and Larry, breathing his scent. Cannabis, Irish Spring soap, aloe hair products, and art supplies. "And Reader?"
"Hmm?" she asked, already on the edge of sleep.
"Te amo, mi estrella resplandeciente." He kissed the nape of her neck lovingly, "my brilliant, shining star."
I waited to write this because I knew I'd be drawing Larry later this week. So while drawing, I made a little gift for you, Anon. His paper has the beginnings of a human form with hearts and "ANON" written on it. And his thought bubble shows he's thinking some racy things about you, too. Look at that blush 😍! So I helped him out, like the good poly self shipper I am (can't ask him to share me and not extend the same right to him.
Dude I love your writing! I saw you do nsfw stuff too and was wondering if I could request this one to be ?😌
I was wondering if I could request Sally face and Larry x curvy reader and she's naive and oblivious to the fact that she's hella fine?
I was thinking she'd trust the boys so much that she'd change in their rooms and they walk in like ???😳
And shes just sitting there like 👋🏼😀
If you're not cool with smut please tell me but I thought this would be cool with smut near the end ?
Sorry if it's weird! Have a good day
Aww yeah, Anon, this is great because I used to be like that 😅. And thank you so much for loving my writing! You're my first unanonymous request! So, Sal's came out pretty long and mobile Tumblr doesn't let you make a 'keep reading' option, so I'm splitting this ask into two posts! Double Trouble= double nsfw posts!
Sal Fisher With an Oblivious S/O
The two of you were hanging out, finishing up some pizza in the kitchen
You were talking about what you wanted to do next. Watch a movie? Play some games? Just listen to some music and cuddle?
Suddenly Gizmo ran in, an orange and white streak that leaped onto the table, knocking over your drink before changing direction and running out through the cat flap.
You felt your drink pool in your lap as Neil casually walks out from the direction Gizmo came from, bleeding from a couple cuts
"You have to put the pill in cheese, Neil, it's the only way he'll take it."
You ask Sal if you can borrow some clothes and he scrambles to help clean you up
"Of course."
You both go to Sal's room and he lays a shirt and pajama pants on his bed for you and then walks across the room
Instead of going to the bathroom to change, you decide to change here. Besides, Sal's known you for a good while now, you're both adults, and he's seen you in a swimsuit before. It's not that different.
You change into the pajama pants quickly, sitting to put them in, then pulling them up as you stood.
You heard a strangled sound as you pulled your shirt off and turned to look at Sal, worried.
He was frozen, having dropped the CD he was holding, and was just standing there staring with red ears.
"Sal, are you okay?" you ask, moving towards him
"I-I-I'm fine! Y/N, um, your shirt-" he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry" you reply, picking up the shirt and pulling it over your head, enjoying the smell of Eau de Sal (I think he smells like birch branch, green apple shampoo, good weed, and cheap fabric softener/detergent)
You two decide to just chill to some music and are sitting on the bed enjoying The Smashing Pumpkins.
Sal took off his mask and the same reaction happens in you every time. He's the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you can't help but stare.
Suddenly, Sal leans in and kisses you, reaching a hand behind your head and pulling you to him
As you kiss, Sal's hands gently roam down your shoulders and arms before touching your hips and starting upward again.
His hands barely brush against your breasts as he slides his hands up your collarbones and neck to cup your face and Sal deepens the kiss for a moment, his hands moving back to your hips to pull you a little closer.
Sal slips his thumbs under the hem of your borrowed shirt and breaks his kiss
"Is this okay? Can I touch you?"
You consent and kiss Sal again, lightly tracing your fingers along some of his scars, making him shiver.
Sal slides his hands completely under the shirt and it's your turn to shiver, because his hands are pretty cold.
You feel Sal's fingers along the edge of your bra as his left hand grips your hip
Your breath catches and you almost moan into Sal's mouth as he just pushes the whole bra up, squeezing one breast, and playing with the nipple of the other.
The two of you eventually come up for air again and Sal smiles bashfully at you while righting your bra, "Sorry about that. I couldn't resist."
You smile back at him, "I didn't mind at all."
"Well, um, I'm gonna need that shirt back" Sal says, lifting your shirt over your head and then pushing you back into the pillows, nowhere near done with you.
You arch your back before it touches the pillows and unfasten your bra, catching it as it releases its tension, and holding it to yourself.
Sal leans down and kisses you, covering one of your hands with his hand moving it up to his shoulder, and then he does the same with your other hand
Moving down, Sal removes your bra, placing it on the bed next to you, before zeroing in on your breasts
He squeezes and caresses the left one while he licks, sucks, and bites the right one gently. Then he switches and does the same to the other side, not wanting any feelings of being left out
You were beginning to squirm under Sal's touch and Sal repositioned his knee between your legs. You felt him twitch against you as you ground against his thigh.
Sal began to slide a hand down your ribs and stomach, trailing it slowly down toward the top of the pajama bottoms he had loaned you.
His fingers dipped below the elastic of the pajamas and your undies-
"Salio? Gizmo is locked in the bathroom and won't come out. Do you think you and Y/N could convince him to come out?" Neil asked
Sal sighed and gave your left nipple one final, hard suck, and then circled his tongue around it, looking you in the eyes. "Yeah, Neil, we'll be out in a second."
Then he kissed up your neck and whispered, "I'm so not done with you", and then giving you one more kiss before helping you redress so you could go help have a cat intervention.
Okay hi again so I was wondering if we could get some head cannons of sal in winter with an s/o that's gets cold really easly by istg I be freezing in 60 degree weather
Also tysm for answering my sub!sal ask this is my main lol
Absolutely and it's a pleasure to meet you, Fairy! I'm glad you enjoyed those headcanons :3
This one is 100% relateable... I wear hoodies in July and live in the South 😅. Anyway, enjoy!
Wintertime with Sal & His Cold Natured SO
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So I've always headcanoned that Sal is pretty hot natured, actually.
He only wears sleeves to hide old self harm scars.
Sal wears his prosthetic a lot. Indoors, outdoors... I mean, he views it as his face, an extension of him.
Because his prosthetic is made of pretty thick material, as well as padding in the inside for support, and because the mouth and nose holes are pretty small, this man is burning up due to his air continually being bounced back at him.
If you've ever cosplayed as Sal, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about 🥵
That's why in episode two, even though it's snowy out, when Sal goes outside, he only has a hoodie, fingerless gloves, and earmuffs on.
Now, that being said
Sal would be perfect for us cold natured individuals
And it would be completely symbiotic if you're his SO
You enjoy the heat Sal radiates
And he enjoys your soothing cold touches and skin
There are a plethora of benefits that come of this
When you're cold, Sal always makes warming you up, even just a little, priority number one
He will drop everything if he sees you're cold, and make a fire in the middle of the room from the furniture if he has to
He'll wrap his arms around you and just hold on, enveloping you in warmth that's scented by: ocean waters, geranium, amber wood (his cologne); cheap laundry soap; rose and geranium shampoo; and just a whiff of cannabis.
It's, literally, the best place on Earth
Added perk: if you're ever really cold, and Sal's a bit too warm, Sal will let you warm your hands under his shirt
You're at a bonfire on a cold winter evening, the fire lighting up a flickering circle that chases back the twilight in warm, buttery light
You slide your hands up under his sweater until your forearms are completely under it, and you're skin to skin with Sal.
And Sal just pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you tight
He'll stay like that for as long as you're willing to stay that way.
Really likes when you put your hands on his chest, over his heart, so you help his blood cool quicker.
Don't expect to always be toasty though
If you and Sal live together, be prepared for Sal to keep your home pretty cool
Around 75°F (23°C)
Hoodies, long sleeves, and sweaters are a must for you
I headcanon that Sal also sleeps with a fan on, even in winter
So your bedroom is even cooler
Luckily, Sal likes thick blankets, and warm pillows
Also Sal's body heat helps
And he's a complete cuddle bug, always touching you with at least 3 body parts at all times in bed, usually both arms and his face
So those help even things out temperature wise
No winter is complete without warm drinks
While Sal isn't a huge fan of coffee, he does enjoy warmed or steamed milk, cider, hot chocolate, and hot teas year round, but especially in the winter months
Beside the point/hidden extra: Steve has said that Sal's voice is raspy and low, so the warm beverages really help Sal with his throat, which likely suffered damage when his "accident" occurred.
Hidden hidden extra: Sal sounds like he's sick in the mornings, like he's got strep. It gradually clears up by 1300.
But Sal will occasionally have a coffee with you in winter time
He likes the process of making you coffee though, it soothes his anxiety
First, Sal learns how to make your drinks exactly the way you like them
Then to further the sweet gesture, Sal started learning how to make your drinks, and how to make them pretty
He learns how to layer both coffee and tea, he even learns how to make cute little designs in your drinks for you
Usually little hearts and flowers. Though once he managed to make a tiny prosthetic in your chai latte
This results in Sal continually making you new drinks, both very cute and delicious, and horrible, near unconsumable monstrosities
Sometimes the colors go great together, but the tastes?
Not so much.
Loves taking long walks, especially out at Wendigo Lake.
He likes how the trees look without their leaves, how the snow covers everything up.
Sal wears a coat, but not because he needs it
He wears it because you might need it 🥺
He knows you love to bundle up in things that smell like him
Sometimes, when you're at school or work, Sal cuddles with his coat, because it smells like your scent mixed with his
Tries to convince you that you'll sleep warmer if you and he sleep naked
He's not wrong... but it'll be for a different reason 😏
After eventually coaxing Gizmo out of the bathroom, trying to put his heartworm pill in four different foods, finally getting him to eat it (you ended up having to use some of Todd's expensive cheese), and then watching Hey Gerald! with the big guy, you and Sal finally returned to Sal's room.
Once it became apparent that Gizmo was not giving up easily on taking his medicine, you noticed that Sal started acting more... Agitated as time passed.
His movements were short and slightly aggressive
When Sal wasn't dealing with Gizmo, he was staring at you, an intense look in his eye.
Now, quietly closing the door behind him, Sal quickly unbuckled his mask and let it fall to the floor as his legs crossed the short distance between the two of you.
Sal kisses you fiercely, his fingers spearing through your hair as he pulls you to him.
You shiver as his hands run down your neck and sides and come to a rest on your hips under your shirt.
Sal breaks the kiss, "Now where were we?"
You blush and bite your lip
Sal kisses you again, licking the spot you had just bit
Sal pinches your hip and you gasp. He uses the opportunity to French kiss you.
Still kissing you, Sal moves his hands to your back and unfastens hour bra, then slips his hands around and under your bra, massaging your breasts.
You break the kiss long enough to take off your shirt and bra, and for Sal to remove his shirt as well. Then Sal dragged his lips down your neck to your body.
You lovingly pet his hair as he takes off your pajama pants and underwear
Sal trails kisses down to your heat, licking slowly at the the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs
He wraps his arms around your legs to pull you into his mouth more, humming against your clit
The contact makes you thrust your hips upward, pulling Sal back up to your lips
Sal hastily finished undressing and reached into his bedside drawer, coming back with a condom
"Ah, fuck, Y/N, you feel so good" he mutters into your neck as he slides all the way in
Sal isn't very vocal in bed. Expect heavy breathing and the occasional grunt.
But because he's used to wearing his prosthetic, his facial expressions are extremely genuine
You always enjoy watching his blissed out expression
Always looking to please you, Sal holds out until he can't control himself anymore, his hips bucking into yours in a desperate staccato.
Sal comes to a rest, using your body as a pillow. He lovingly peppers your neck with kisses.
After a few moments of recovery, he cleans up and goes to the kitchen to get some much needed snacks and hydration.
Gizmo jumps up on the bed with you, offering a contented "Meow" before settling down on the pillow next to your head.
"You know I love you, big guy, but you're killing me" Sal tells Gizmo, dropping a pet on his head as he joins you under the blankets, "Next time, help me out and just eat the cheese, okay?"
😅 you never really feel pressure until even your best friend is anticipating your next SF brainrot post
