it was the effortless way the fabric moved with you, not hugging your curves like some desperate grasp, but floating just right, pleated edges brushing your thighs, inviting his curious eyes to follow every subtle shift. and god, you looked incredible in them.
his favorite part of the day would probably be when you finally settle onto his lap. especially after larry suddenly decides he wants to go home and smoke, throwing out some half-thought excuse before slipping out. he wastes no time setting his gameboy aside, attention lazily shifting entirely to you, the air still faintly curling with lazy swirls of smoke as if the room itself was settling into the moment with him. his mask long since discarded, he looks at you with a hesitant, almost pleading expression, his brows knitting together as his gaze flickers up to meet yours before dropping again. his fingers twitch slightly at his side, like he’s unsure what to do with them, and when he finally speaks, his voice comes out quieter than usual, soft, almost needy, as a small, breathy ‘please’ slips from his lips, carrying more need than he probably meant to show.
he beckons you over with a small adjustment of his posture and you waste no time moving, a small, fond giggle escaping you as you give in without hesitation, like his expression itself was all it ever took. the skirt pooled around your upper thighs, the soft cotton pressing against his jeans, warm and yielding. it felt nice. hell, it was intoxicating. the way your body molded to his without strain, the loose hem riding up to expose the smooth expanse of your skin. his hands would instinctively slide under the fabric, fingers tracing the edge where skirt met flesh, pulling you closer until you were fully seated.
and the scarred side of his face, rough, textured, brushed against your neck or shoulder when you leaned in, your skin so impossibly soft in contrast. it was a tactile revelation every time, the silkiness of you against his marred flesh sending shivers down his spine. he’d nuzzle closer, inhaling your scent, the gentleness of your body a balm to his hidden wounds. that softness made him want to keep you all to himself, to lose himself in the difference between your unblemished warmth and his own jagged edges.
even the accidental teases got to him. you never meant to, of course, just reaching for a Sanity Fall’s CD on his high shelf or bending to pet gizmo, the skirt lifting enough for a quick glimpse of those black cotton panties. it left him flustered every time, dick twitching in his pants, face heating under the mask as he averted his eyes too late. his mind would race with images of himself buried in between those thighs, but he’d play it cool, voice gentle when he muttered something casual, forcing himself to look away, all while his pulse hammered with restrained want.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Sal Fisher x GN!Reader
CW: Fluff, established relationship obviously, smut under the cut (first time first time dont kill me aha im a virgin idk how these things work)
i have NO idea who owns the divider, PLEASE lmk if you know who they are so i can credit them properly.
Boyfriend!Sal who ABSOLUTELY gets flustered when you kiss his mask. To Sal, it's rather new: having someone so personally close to him (he enjoys it tho, so dw)
Boyfriend!Sal who lets you paint on his mask. in literally any way. You could put lipstick on and cover his extra masks with kiss-marks and he'll wear it on dates.
Boyfriend!Sal who vents to you first. Yeah, Larry and Ash and Todd are his best friends, but YOU and him are on a completely different level.
Boyfriend!Sal who gets extremely quiet when you touch his hair. Not because he's uncomfortable, he just... leans into it like a cat. You and Larry tease him constantly about it.
Boyfriend!Sal who pretends he doesn't care about the height difference. He very much cares, but he isn't complaining when you rest your chin on his head (he is complaining. just to Larry or Ash)
Boyfriend!Sal who always has song recommendations for you. Even if you're not into metal, it's always: "Just this one song, I promise!" and you'll be nursing a bloody nose 8 songs later.
gonna kms rahhh okay smut time i surpose
Boyfriend!Sal who, despite your efforts, doesn't like taking off his mask during sex. You two are at a point in the relationship where, yes, he'd be perfectly fine taking his mask of around you, but he just doesn't think you seeing his marred face—drooling and panting—would be the best sight..
Boyfriend!Sal who is extremely sensitive. The first time you guys had sex, it lasted 45 minutes solely because he was trying not to cum every 20 seconds and kept whimpering about needing to stop.
Boyfriend!Sal who is not into degradation. like, period point blank. He'd feel so bad for shaming you, and there's a good chance he'd get all sad if you called him some demeaning name. That being said, he's definitely into reassurance/praise.
Boyfriend!Sal who almost cried when you said no to him playing metal music in the background.
Boyfriend!Sal who adores your body. Chest, stomach, thighs—you name it and his hands will already be there, watching his fingers sink into the skin with reverence.
Boyfriend!Sal who, by no surprise, is extremely good at aftercare. He's always so careful with you, getting you water and cleaning you up :((( cuddling and massaging ur legs :(((( awhh
You have seen him flustered to a crisp after a compliment, you have seen him exhausted to almost death after running away from some paranormal and very dangerous situations, you have seen him speechless after a bold move from you, but you have never seen him like this.
“I must apologize, Sal,” you murmured.
You had to admit to yourself that seeing him like this procured you some illicit feelings that your body felt greatly.
“Don’t be sorry,” he panted. “I should thank you.”
Lying down naked on his bed, Sal was panting, his skin flushed red and his hair sticking to his forehead as he tried as best he could to breathe normally.
“Thank me ?” you repeated, incredulity clear in your voice. “I broke you !”
“Nah,” he let out an exhausted, husky chuckle and the sound did much more to you that you would like to admit. “You definitely fixed something in me.”
“Oh fuck,” you breathed out. “You’re definitely delirious. Don’t move.”
Sal let out a low whine when your warm body moved away from his. His hand lazily tried to reached yours but you were already away. He called your name, his eye opening on the ceiling and let out a small sigh of relief when you came back close to him. The second he felt your warmth, he nuzzled back against your skin.
“Sit up, handsome,” you said gently. “I brought you water.”
You helped him sitting up, his head resting against your chest. You opened the water bottle you took from your bag and helped him drink. You absolutely did not stare at that one drop that leaked down his scarred jaw, rolled down his neck to end up merging with the sweat on his chest. Focusing elsewhere, you cleared your throat.
“Better ?” you asked.
“Much better,” he nodded. After all this screaming and moaning, fresh water did good to his throat. “Thanks.”
You gently patted his head. His shag was all messy, blue strands sticking to his forehead and your chest as he nuzzled his face against the warmth of your skin.
“You really have to work on your stamina.”
A husky chuckle escaped him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “As long as it is with you, I see no problem with that.” He really wasn’t helping with your flustered state. In fact, he was very conscious of your post-coital awareness and how his warm breath against your skin gave you goosebumps. He found you cute. It was so rare that you let yourself be so available. “Stay ?”
You blinked, frowned, and when you looked down at him his blue gaze was already on you. You had never seen his pupil so wide.
“…”
“Please stay,” his hand found your hip and gently squeezed it. “We don’t have to do another round or anything. I…please spend the night here.”
You looked away, your brows furrowing. You loved spending time with Sal. There was something in his aura that relaxed you and made you feel at peace. You tried to avoid it as best as you could, to not get too close, too attached. But there you were, all comfy in his bed. The light and warmth of his soul attracted you like a bug was attracted to a lamp.
“It’s late, anyway,” you muttered. “And it’s raining. And I need a shower.”
You felt pathetic, but the spark of joy in his eyes was worth all the embarrassment you were feeling. He perked up and sat up.
“Can I join you ?”
“Sure, I guess,” you shrugged.
You stood up and he immediately followed your movements, standing up next to you. You could tell how wobbly his legs were.
“Dude.”
“I’m fine,” he laughed at your stare.
“I broke you !”
“You fixed me,” he countered with a shake of his head. “I’ll grab some towels.” He took your hand and gently squeezed it. He then leaned towards you and left a small peck on your cheek. “Thank you, again.”
A small gasp escaped you at his action before you cleared your throat.
“Why are you thanking me ?” you almost whined.
“Can’t I thank you for being here with me ?”
You blinked and shyly looked down. Sal imprinted this view in his memory as he moved around his bedroom and opened his closet to find towels.
“I never had that,” you murmured.
Sal looked at you over his shoulder. “You have me, now.”
Poor little you, thinking that your S/O would choose you over the world, when the moment came dread washed over you as you realized they seemed to be actually deciding whether to save you or not, but after a brief moment your eyes catch the softest smile adorning the corner of their mouths "Silly of you to think you were ever in real danger, my love" they coo sweetly in a tone that they only use with you, just like that whatever impression of an upper hand the threat had dissipated completely, you were the only one safe this entire time, your loved one made sure of that by manipulating everything and everyone.
No amount of galaxies slain and burned to cosmic ashes would make you feel as safe and loved as the fact that they risked everything just so you wouldn't even be a factor they'd need to consider saving. You were the only thing that mattered ever since the beginning.
sal fisher x reader | NSFW 🎸🔷️ [barely proof read]
"Ffuucckkk," Sal groans out. He drags it out as if it were his last word. He's a vocal boy; huffing, head back against the wall, lost in the sauce, each palm in your hair. He's wanton-- breathless. He moans softly, "o-ohh,, mmh yeah, yeah..."
There you were in between his legs, knees on the floor, hands in his inner thighs, mouth going down on his cock. Sal's manspread wide, tensing up his calves for every sloppy swipe up his cock.
Your mouth is so warm, tongue so hot, your suction is crisp. It's as if nothing in the world matters but him, and he's so damn grateful.
Having sex with Sal was always euphoric, holy even. So much love, so much kindness, so much earnestness and passion. Sal can't recount all the times he prayed, to whoever would listen, about how lucky he was to find you. You who is his shoulder to cry on. You whom he shares laughs-- you, who are his one and only.
And there you were, bobbing up and down his shaft, staring up at him with glossy eyes. Rewarding him for just existing. You were way too holy.
He can't cum yet...
But you're driving him crazy.
You pull off to work on his head, swirling and sucking and teasing his hole, pumping the rest of him with your hands. They work swift, each twisting around him clockwise.
He squeaks, "Yeah! Mmf-- Yyeah, ohh dear." He picks up his head to meet your eyes. How they glimmer in raw seduction, darkened over. How your lips mold around him. His hands gather your hair from your face, holding what he can in one. He drops the other, it lays against the pillow all clenched up into a fist, wrist tense.
His voice spikes.
He's holding back the urge to cum.
How cute.
Sal's chest heaves and rises unevenly, toes clenched up in his shoes, mouth drawing out an "o"; his eye rising behind clouds. "I'm- I'm gonna cuuum," he sings out.
In a hot flash, sparks ripple across his body, fireworks pop, and semen busts into your mouth. Thick loads coat your tongue, as you squeeze and milk him of every last drop.
"N--urrghhk," he pants, huffing. "Shit-- Thank you... Thank you dear," he's whispering wantonly.
You giggle, "You're welcome, honey," and silde a hand up to carress his aching chest.
He's so sure you'd can hear his raging heartbeat from here.
sal fisher
x reader 🖇️🎼💍
-- popular!reader headcannons!! + scenario
a/n ; i need him so bad sorry.........idgaf..............pls request more sal
(🎵) - he judged you a little bit a first like he didn’t mean it but it just came naturally since you surrounded yourself with all the bullies, jocks, and standard mean girls
- you were lowkey a mean girl too like you had your little group and you should snicker and laugh whenever sal and his friends walked past
- and while you DID feel a TAD bit bad, you and your friends would make fun of his prosthetic head sometimes </3 it was just for a laugh
- but yes, he didn’t like you very much - with people like travis, he could somewhat understand since travis had home issues and… had no friends 🤓 you? you had everything by the looks of it
- you were popular, pretty, and everyone seemed to gravitate towards you
- overall, you were the cliche mean girl who bullied the quirky main characters (who sal and his friends, ever so graciously, gave themselves the title of)
- speaking of cliche, you two started talking when you both were forced to sit next to each other in math class, and you hated math
- he would help you though, which surprisingly you appreciated, in turn, you would help him with his art class portfolio which he also appreciated
- this didn’t mean you were entirely nice to him either, far from it, but when it was just you two it was a lot more chill and you could visibly see him relax around you when your friends weren’t there
- sal desperately wanted to be able to talk to you confidently without you or your friends shoving him into a locker, he wished you could talk to him as nicely as you did in math class
- because you worked so well in class together, you were often paired together in projects
- sally would be the most excited since that meant more alone time with you, while you were teased by your friends (they told you that you should pack pepper spray before you stepped into his room just in case, how loving!)
- as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was attracted to you, i mean, who wouldn’t be
- he would often space out while his friends spoke amongst themselves, a distant look on his… eye? larry caught on and thought that his best friends strange behaviour came from a girl he liked~ awww
- yeah little did he know 💔 it’s the worst person you know
- larry wouldn’t take it likely knowing that sal has formed a small crush on the person who terrorises him and his friends on the daily
- “dude! you know how bad she can get!”, ashley agrees, sal waves his hand at them dismissively
“it’s fine guys!”
- larry glares at the back of his head as sal walks away, knowing that he has a class with you next
- his friend group thinks your a demon and you’ve possessed him into liking you despite your behaviour
- back to you two, as time passes you get friendlier with sally, the bullying turning into teasing, even with your friends around
- you didn’t miss how sally looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking, he would stutter and look around frantically if you caught him, you thought it was cute
- he wouldn’t show you his face, since you’ve made fun of his prosthetic before and he didn’t want to ruin whatever weird relationship you had built by showing you his disfigured face
- sally is one of the most patient (and slightly pathetic) guys you’ve ever met, so naturally, you form a small crush on him too, but you’d never admit it
- when he walks by you in the corridor, you’d yank his backpack towards you harshly, making his back jolt into your chest
- you’d then wrap your arms around his shoulders, essentially trapping him with his back towards you, and ask him about his day
- sally was a little apprehensive as first, being unable to tell whether you were about to bully him or casually do something sweet and brush it off straight after
- though he soon found that 9 times out of 10, you would be doing something affectionate ❤️
- his friends didn’t like this, obviously, but in due time they’d get used to you, they just wanted to know if sally was being messed with or if you were genuine
- sally would probably have to be the person to confess becuase lord knows your way too stubborn to admit that you actually like the blue haired guy you’ve been bullying just a while prior
- he would be sweating his ass off while shifting in his chair while he found a good time to confess, while you cluelessly played with his cat
- his dad wasn’t home, and he made larry wear a wig and makeup so he could practice his speech (in which todd and ashley recorded without the two knowing)
- but his memory failed him and his mind went blank, so he decided to wing it
- he tapped your thigh, distracting you from gizmo, and you turned to look at him curiously. he looked like he was falling apart as your gaze practically pierced into him
- he gulped silently and turned to you fully, his eye(s) looking down, and told you his feelings (the best he could at least)
- you stare at him for a minute, silent, to be honest he was getting a little upset at the lack of response. he wished you’d say something, anything instead of looking at him like he just killed somebody (💀)
- to his surprise, you leaned in slightly, but stopped and touched the chin of his prosthetic
“can i?”
- he gulped, and nodded his head as he reached for the straps behind his head to take his prosthetic off with ease. he only undid the first one, and only lifted the mask enough for you to reach his lips
- his mouth had a small cleft up to his nose (or whatever was left of it), on the left side of his mouth, his teeth were exposed, scars and missing flesh adorned his face
- despite this, you leaned in fully and managed to close the gap between you, sally’s hand reaching for yours as you kissed, you held each other
Heyy I saw that you had Sally face in one of your tags and if you do one I would love to request one.
basically it’s a Sal fisher x reader but the reader is like this really popular sweet girl
so the whole thing can be up to your interpretation!(like them hanging out or just going on a date together) and the rest of the cast finding out about them being together
sorry if any of this sounds confusing English is not my first language and I’m terrible at grammar 😅
Sal Fisher x popular sweet girl!Reader
Hiii!! Thank you for your request! Sorry if I took too much time, you're my first ask here on Tumblr and I really wanted to make something good! I'm sorry in advance if it's not what you wanted, this ask made me realise I have no idea what popular people do in high school and I had to do research. If it's not what you wanted feel free to give me another ask! Also, this takes place during Sal's senior year so everyone is above 18!
proof reading: yes??? (might have done mistakes, english isn't my first language either)
trigger warning: spinach, might be ooc, timeline incoherences
genre: fluff, comfort
word count: 1763
Like every year, Nockfell Highschool organizes a “Battle of the Bands”. Although this time, Larry got the whole little friend group to participate: himself would write the song and do the battery, Ashley would sing, Sal would be at the guitar, and Todd with the keyboard. Larry’s plan would have been wonderful, if only Ashley hadn’t insisted on playing the bass instead because she recently got sick and her voice was still not back to normal.
“Larry, we’ve talked about this! Don’t make me repeat myself, my voice it going to get even worse! I’m doing the bass, period.”
“Then who will do the singing, uh?” Larry retorts, hands in his pockets as usual.
“Uh… I know someone that could sing…” Sal intervenes, although hesitantly. He is not sure of Larry’s reaction and doesn’t want to create further drama.
That’s how you got yourself in the middle of the room the small group has for the repetitions. The three friends look at you as if you were a recently discovered species while Sal stands beside you, as if ready to reply to any question they would throw at you. And, somewhere, you sort of are an odd specimen: a popular girl, willing to sing for an alternative band. Grunge is not so popular anymore, it’s more hip-hop right now, and metal is out of the question. But it’s not like you care: you’re just glad your boyfriend Sal recommended you to be the lead singer of his small informal band. You try to give Todd, Ashley and Larry your best smile.
“That’s great then! Who is it?” Todd reacts before Larry could even form a thought.
***
“You must be joking dude.” Larry declares. Ashley elbows him gently.
“At least give the girl a chance! Here, um… Why don’t you sing something? Sal told us you were part of the choir last year.”
After singing the best you could (the stress made you perform worse than you wanted), Larry decided to keep you, since “they don’t have a choice”. That wasn’t exactly flattering to you, and you decided to have a word with Sal in the music room after the rest of the group left.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Sal? It looks like they hate me…”
“Of course it is! You sing very well, stop doubting yourself. In any case, you’re better than me. As for my friends, they don’t hate you. It’s just Larry who’s always wary of people he doesn’t know, especially people who are not really like us.”
“You didn’t tell them yet for us, right?” you ask, anxious that they might dislike you even more if they know.
“No, of course! Like you asked me to, I keep my mouth shut. I’ll only tell them when you’ll tell me you’re ready.” Sal takes your hands in his, and even though you can only see his eye, you know he looks at you fondly. “I know you don’t want to rush things, and I understand. Don’t think too much about what my friends might think of you, you’ll get along in the end, I’m sure of it.”
You were about to reply that you don’t really feel like you belong in that little band, when looking at the door, a pair of frowning brown eyes stop you immediately.
“So that’s why you recommended her, uh? No offense dude, but you could have told us.” Larry is leaning against the doorway, drumsticks in his hands. His eyes narrow. For a split second, the usual cynicism vanishes, replaced by something raw. He does not look angry. Not really disappointed either. The chestnut brown of his eyes swirl with an odd mix of pain, solitude and nonchalance. He doesn’t look surprised, and that’s perhaps what hurts you two the most. Of course, to Larry, who spends most of his time around Sal, it was obvious that he was in love. Plus, the fact that he instantly thought of you for the singing made it kind of obvious. And here you thought you were discreet!
"Oh, great. So that's the big secret?" The brunet raises an eyebrow, twirling a drumstick in his hand. "You think we're too stupid to notice? Or did you just think we wouldn't care?"
“Larry, dude, I’m sorry, I-” Sally started, but Larry cuts him off.
“It’s okay man. I mean, you probably have your reasons.” He shrugs. It does not really sound like an apology. “But now you know that Ash and Todd know. Oh, and I just came to put back those sticks with the battery. I took ‘em with me on accident.” With the gracefulness of a bear just out of its hibernation, Larry pushes himself away from the doorframe and walks in the room.
Neither Sal and you dare to say anything. You feel your heart drop to your stomach with guilt, even if deep down, you know that it was your decision and that Larry’s feelings about your couple should not matter in your life.
Later, you go to the cafeteria, alone. Sal said he’d be a bit late to eat since he has to talk with the English teacher for a bit. Usually, you go there with your friends, or at least with other people you often talk to. But thinking that Sal might have to eat alone after coming to the cafeteria, you sit in a corner and wait for him, staring at your plate as if it was the catalyzer of all your current problems in life. You feel bad for not allowing your blue-haired boyfriend to tell his friends about your relationship, but at the same time, you did not want to make a huge drama in school with your new relationship if you were not even sure it would last. But now you know you really want Sal and you to last. And well, if your relationship could handle his friends’ initial disappointment, you are sure it should be solid.
Sal gives you a sorry look, as if he felt exactly the same thing as you do right now.
***
You poke at your spinaches with your fork, still lost in your thoughts when you hear familiar footsteps.
“What are you doing here alone? Come eat with us!” says one of the girls standing in front of you with their plates in hands. They are popular girls you often hang out with. You’re not really friends, but you like to be around them sometimes. Honestly, it’s also a social hierarchy matter.
“Oh, I’m just waiting for someone,” you simply reply, sparing them a glance or two only.
“Wait, you don’t mean the freak with blue hair?! You’re gonna eat with that?!” one of them chuckles.
“Come on, seriously? Oh dear… We’ll be waiting for you at our table, okay? Just in case you come back to your senses…” they turn on their heels and walk towards an empty table. Meanwhile, you just roll your eyes. You know high school is all about parties, being seen and relationships, but this is ridiculous.
Just as you think that, someone puts their plate down in front of you.
“Hey, um… You were waiting for me? That’s nice…” Sal stutters a bit. He feels hesitant: he doesn’t sit down immediately. You know he probably heard your conversation (if you can call it a “conversation”) with the girls just now. Your boyfriend does not care about social norms and conventions at all, you know that. But he cares about you, and he doesn’t want to give you problems just because of a few trivial things like eating with him.
“Come on, sit down. The chair is not on fire, I promise.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know… But if you want, I can sit somewhere else! My friends’ table is full but I could-” You stop him right there.
“No, Sal. I waited here just for you. If you’re worrying about the gossips, I don’t care. I don’t want to hide anymore. Now that your friends know, I realized that if our relationship could handle being public, then it would be a testament to its strength,” you explain, taking a small fork of spinaches in your mouth.
The blue-eyed young man nods. “I see,” he simply replies.
“Larry, I think you’re making a huge deal out of nothing. Look at what happened at the cafeteria, she’s not that bad! Just because she doesn’t have black nails and has a large circle of relationships doesn’t mean she’s the devil incarnate!”
Carefully, he unclips the lower strap of his mask and raises it just enough to have access to his mouth while still hiding it a bit.
***
“I know, Ash! Okay? I may have slightly overreacted…”
“Seriously, let’s just let them be…” Todd sighs.
This time, it’s your turn to lean on the doorframe with crossed arms.
“What’s happening here?” asks Sal, who just came in behind you, putting a hand on your upper back.
“Nothing much, I just feel like Lady Diana.” You shrug.
The masked boy lets out a chuckle.
This takes place a few days after the cafeteria thing. After a lot of disapproving stares from Larry, you feel like the group finally came to accept you, as Sal told you a few days ago.
“Guys!” the latter cuts them all as he steps into the room. Those debates are childish, and everyone can hear the small laugh in the blue-eyes boy’s voice, despite his prosthetic.
“Right, hum… Dude. And you. We saw what happened at the cafeteria the other day.” Larry looks successively at your boyfriend and you. He looks like a father at his child’s wedding. “We, Todd and Ash, see that you love each other very much and… We’re sorry for causing so much drama when it wasn’t necessary.”
Ashley elbows him.
“A-And I’m sorry too for being a dick to you, maybe, and you sing better than Ash with her weird ass voice right now,” Larry adds. “But just so you know, I’ll keep watching you, and you better be nice to Sal or I’ll be drumming on your skull!”
You can’t help but laugh. “I promise!”
“You all look like elementary schoolers officiating a fake wedding,” comments Todd, sitting on the stool of the keyboard. “Can we focus on the band, now?”
“Right! So, last night, I wrote something!” Larry takes a few big steps towards his bag.
Meanwhile, Sal takes your hand and gives it a small squeeze. He looks at you, and you can see the corner of his left eye rising and forming a few crinkles.
