I don't really know what to say about this... the blame rests entirely at @thecarrott's feet. First, I was tagged to share a few sentences, then I felt guilty I hadn't written anything in a while for Sal, and then I was encouraged to start something new... I should also spread the love and throw @emakataken and @chemistry66 under the bus for also encouraging the initial concept.
Background to this: Buck starts at the 118 in 2009 at the fresh age of 18. Gerrard is Captain, and Hen hasn't joined yet.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
There’s so many reasons this is a terrible idea – not the least of which is the fact that the kid can’t even legally drink. It doesn’t stop him, though. Not his age, or Tommy’s warning glance, or the way the kid’s eyes are wide with shock despite the obvious flirting when Sal follows him down to the boiler room and pushes him into the dimly lit supply closet.
“I… ah… I know you guys are hazing me, but I’m not sure what this is,” the confusion is evident in the kid’s voice, but his pupils are blown, and he’s licking his lips like he wants to be licking something else.
“You’ve been making those fuck-me-eyes at me all week,” Sal all but growls, closing the door behind him with a soft snick. They’ll hear anyone coming down the stairs well before they make it to the door. He reaches between the kid’s legs to cup the half hard length between his legs. “I want to know if those cock sucking lips feel as good as they look.”
No pressure tagging: @emakataken, @chimneyschewinggum, @chococara25, @kinardnatural, @harmless-variety-of-garden-snake @judymarch15, @paperyowl, @cliophilyra and @queerasbuck
I loved last chapter but I'm kind of disappointed at the same time. I thought we were going to focus on Izuku's lack of self-worth, but it's about Bakugo again...
me, at any time that we could focus (and I mean REALLY FOCUS) on the ramifications that izu/bk's past interactions had on IZUKU instead of making it about bakugou's own sort of self-created victimization in canon, but we don't:
The draft that’s going to be projected on the whiteboard for tracing is done finally. I had to move things around to even up the negative spaces. I would like to petition for me to never have to make/design semi public murals ever again.
Here's another snippet from the fic I am now labelling the Toxic Sal Fic. I have no idea where I'm going with this - entirely just vibes a this point.
It's under the cut because it's smut. Fair warning - Sal is not a good person here. (but I love him).
With a final thrust, he spills into Tommy, biting into the back of his neck. Tommy grunts at the pain, his own fist frantically stripping his cock to get himself off before Sal pulls out. Sal doesn’t worry about it, pulling out when the sensation gets to be too much.
He rolls off, enjoying the way his come leaks out of Tommy’s hole; stuffs his fingers back in to press on Tommy’s prostate. It’s less about getting Tommy off and more about the way Tommy twitches and grunts with the added stimulation. It doesn’t take long for Tommy to come, muffled into the pillow. Sal continues to finger him through it, past the point of pleasure, until Tommy is scrambling through the wet spot to get away from him.
He’s pretty sure he hears Tommy mutter asshole under his breath, but it doesn’t bother him through the post sex euphoria.
Rolling over, Sal lays back against the pillows. It’s times like this he wishes he still smoked. He could really use one right now.
“Gina’s pregnant,” Sal tells Tommy, staring up at the ceiling.
“Jesus, Sal,” Tommy breaths out. He rolls onto his side and shoots a glare at Sal. “What the fuck, man?”
It stops Sal cold, because it’s the first time he remembers Tommy being pissed at him. It doesn’t feel great, and he feels compelled to explain. “Gina and I were just casual. I don’t even want the kid, man.”
Tommy scoffs, pushing himself into a sit with a wince. “I don’t really think you get a say in that, Sal.”
“I didn’t want this,” Sal protests.
“It takes two to make a baby, Sal,” Tommy points out, dryly, turning his back to Sal to grab his pants off the floor, getting dressed faster than he ever has before. “Doesn’t really matter what you want. You’re stuck with the consequences of your actions.”
“Where are you going?” Tommy’s moved on to his shirt, slipping it over his head.
“You said things were over with Gina,” Tommy bites out, grinding his teeth.
“They are,” Sal protests, all but chasing Tommy out of the bedroom as Tommy flees.
Tommy stops, spinning on his heel. Drawing himself up to his full height, Tommy jabs a finger into Sal’s chest. “They obviously fucking aren’t, and whether you like it or not, your tied to Gina now.”
“I’m not marrying her,” Sal tells him, defensive.
“I’m not saying you have to,” Tommy points out, head dropping, like he’s just tired. “But whatever we had is through now.”
“The fuck?” Sal’s taken aback. Whatever messed up dynamic they’ve had, Tommy’s always been a sure thing.
“You told me there was no one else,” Tommy points out, and he’s not angry anymore, just incredibly tired. “I let you fuck me bare, while you were fucking her on the side.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Sal spits out, fists balled at his sides, nearly vibrating.
“Jesus Christ, you’re an asshole, Sal.” Tommy deflates, shoulders slumping. He shakes his head, like he’s mad at himself, then walks out of the apartment without a word. “Well fuck you, too, Kinard.”
Tagging @chimneyschewinggum @chemistry66 @thecarrott @emakataken @paperyowl @fuselsstuff and @fenrirscarsback for encouraging some of these shenanigans. Let me know if you want to be added or removed.
Another short scene from what I am affectionately calling the Toxic Sal fic. This is one of the things borne out of the fact that I've been suppressing all of my angsty thoughts for Fluffebruary. Sal is awful, and I love him.
“Obviously we’re going to have to get married,” Sal tells Gina plainly over a quiet dinner. There’s a flicker of something in her face that Sal attributes to morning sickness before it’s replaced with relief. He feels his blood heat at the thought that she might have been worried he wouldn’t step up, but he can’t blame her. He hadn’t reacted well when she’d told him about the pregnancy.
“I don’t know,” Gina starts, hesitant before she trails off.
“What’s there to think about?” Sal asks, incredulous. “You’re pregnant, and unless there’s a chance the kid isn’t mine, we’ll get married and give the kid the family it deserves.”]
“No,” Gina breaths out, shaking her head vehemently. “There hasn’t been anyone else. This baby is definitely yours.” “Then it’s settled,” Sal intones with a nod, ignoring the hypocrisy of accusing her of being unfaithful. He pulls out the box with the ring he’d picked out, mere hours after fucking another man’s face and making the guy get off on his boot. “We’ll get married, and all make sure you guys want for nothing.”
Tagging @chimneyschewinggum @chemistry66 @thecarrott @emakataken @paperyowl @fuselsstuff and @fenrirscarsback for encouraging some of these shenanigans. Let me know if you want to be added or removed.
For @bluroux, who's been asking for more Sal lately - here's some more of the Toxic!Sal half brained idea that almost no one is asking for. Sal is the worst in this, but I love him for it.
I would call this M, but it's under the cut just in case.
Tommy has the whiskey and shot glasses in hand when he opens the door to his small, studio apartment. Their usual routine on their four off is to go out and hook up. But the cost of drinks in LA is highway robbery, and it’s nice to go out with a bit of a buzz. Sal takes the shot glass and lets Tommy fill it, but he looks Tommy up and down, eyes heated, as their fingers brush together.
A grin spreads across his face as he watches Tommy get flustered. He’s surprised it’s taken him this long to notice it. Granted, he’s usually been too distracted getting his dick wet to clock the way Tommy’s eyes have always been on him when they’re spit roasting chick whose biggest fantasy is to hook up with two firefighters.
Tommy turns away, hiding his face as he pours himself a shot, and throws it back quickly. Sal takes his more slowly, enjoying the smooth burn as he swallows. Tommy looks ready to pour himself another shot in rapid succession, but Sal’s hand stops him, another hot touch that makes Tommy look like he’s about ready to vibrate out of his skin.
Shrugging off Sal’s touch, Tommy moves to set the whiskey on the counter. He doesn’t turn around, his voice uncharacteristically flat as he asks, “Where do you want to go tonight?”
Sal’s grin turns sharp, enjoying the way Tommy seems thrown off by Sal’s casual touch. It’s a good thing there’s already a bed in the room. “I was actually thinking we could try something different tonight.”
This finally has Tommy turn around, bitchy eyebrow raised. “Oh yeah? And what did you have in mind?”
Flashing teeth in a smile Sal is sure looks predatory, Sal steps into Tommy’s space. If he wanted to, he could box Tommy in against the counter with his arms. “I want you to suck my dick.”
Tagging @chimneyschewinggum @chemistry66 @thecarrott @emakataken @paperyowl @fuselsstuff @fenrirscarsback, @bluroux for encouraging some of these shenanigans. Let me know if you want to be added or removed.
