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salfishersface · 2 months

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love your work !!! ur writing is so sophisticated? idk how to describe it but its AMAZING. is it okay to request a casual afternoon with bf! sal where reader is just on her phone while he’s lazily eating her out? :33

Lazy Days || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - You're scrolling through your phone while Sal some exercise for his tongue.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are 18+!

Notes - This is so sweet! Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this!!

Word Count - 1.1k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Sal Fisher, your boyfriend, was always convincing you to have lazy days at his: no matter what you had to do. They always ended the same way; you were scrolling through your phone while Sal played on his guitar, but today, something was different. As usual, you were scrolling through your phone, but instead of strumming on his guitar, your boyfriend was nestled between your legs and his tongue was poking out to lick at your wet slit. He had been at this for almost an hour, pushing you to the edge of orgasm over and over again only to deny you your release until he was good and ready. You occasionally let out soft little gasps as his tongue would circle your clit, but for the most part, he remained seated in your tight, sopping hole.

“Sal,” you whined softly, moving your hips to the side slightly to get more comfortably.

“Yes princess?” He asked against your cunt, pulling away slightly to look up at you.

“Are you going to be down there all day?” You asked jokingly, a moan on the tip of your tongue as you rolled your eyes.

Sal licked another stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit, forcing the moan to tumble from your lips. “If you’ll let me,” he mumbled. You looked down at his scarred face and smiled, trailing one of your hands to his blue hair and pushing his face back into your cunt. “Good girl,” his muffled voice came as he continued to lap at you. Another moan left your mouth as Sal continued his ruthless assault before biting ever so slightly at your folds and making you squeak. You took a shaky breath and continued scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the pleasure that was once again building up in your core.

But it was no use. “Sally,” came another whine from your throat.

“You going to cum baby?” He asked, voice soft against your cunt. You placed your phone on the bedside table next to Sal’s prosthetic while nodding violently. You were so fucking close to your release and knew that one more lick to your clit would send you over the edge. You bucked your hips up pathetically, desperate to get Sal to delve his face back into your heat and of course he obliged. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have you cumming all over his face. The time, Sal paid close attention to your throbbing clit, sucking and hollowing his cheeks over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Immediately you saw white, stars filling your mind as you felt yourself shamelessly spray over his tongue.

“Sal!” You cried out, legs shaking as your orgasm violently washed over you. It was definitely the most intense orgasm you had ever had, but it was no wonder. All that edging had made you explode.

“You’re so good for me baby,” Sal cooed softly, tugging his sweats down to his knees and slipping his cock between your well-lubricated folds. “I’d say you’re ready for me now.”

You nodded in agreement, facial expression showing your eagerness. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck and pulled him as close to your body as possible as he slowly slipped inside of your wet heat with ease. You both let out melodic moans as he bottomed out inside of you completely, both of your desires finally satiated. Sal gave you a second to adjust before he began to move his hips, knowing that you were slightly overstimulated. Although Sal’s movements were slow, they were anything but caring. He slowly snapped his hips against yours, but his movements were sharp, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. You threw your head back onto the pillows behind you and let out a loud moan, “faster Sally!”

“Faster?” He asked cheekily, hips snapping against yours in a quicker motion. Moan after moan tumbled from your lips as Sal increased his pace, desperate to feel your cunt flutter around his cock. It was a feeling that he was addicted to, easily. “God I can feel you getting tighter baby. You like that?” Sal asked, clearly poking fun at you. All you could do was nod. You certainly weren’t in the mood for his teasing right now. Sal nodded right back at you, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could into your tight cunt. You were practically drooling and squirming underneath him, body not ready for the second orgasm that was quickly approaching. “Stay still baby,” Sal whispered to you, his hands trailing down to your hips to keep your body in place.

“I can’t!” You cried out. You bit your bottom lip to stop the scream threatening to erupt from your throat.

“Yes you can sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum again,” he whispered, voice sweeter than honey. You wrapped your legs further around his waist, nails digging into his shirt as he continued to fuck into you. “Lift your hips up sweetie.”

You did as you were told, lifting your hips up until Sal’s cockhead was kissing your cervix, the new angle sending you tumbling over the edge. You saw stars for the second time, body filled with white hot energy as your orgasm rippled through your entire body. Sal groaned as your pussy contracted around him and he bent down to place a passionate kiss on your lips, hips not faltering as he fucked you. It was only a few seconds before Sal was spurting thick, hot ropes inside of you from his angry red tip. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, his hips stilling as his cock continued to twitch his release inside of you.

When he was finally finished cumming, Sal slowly pulled out of you. You let out a soft giggle and smiled at your boyfriend, “fuck indeed.”

Sal lay down next to you, laying his head on your shoulder before pressing soft kisses to your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered softly, but before you had a chance to respond, he continued to talk. “I think we should make a habit of lazy days like this.” Sal grinned up at you, forcing another giggle to escape your lips.

“If you’re going to fuck me like that everytime, then I think we should,” you agreed, nodding your head slightly.

“Good,” Sal whispered, finally allowing his heavy eyes to flutter closed.

Sal was asleep in no time, snoring gently against your shoulder. You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, grabbing your phone back off the bedside table and deciding to flick through social media until he woke up. You really were one lucky woman.

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salfishersface · 3 months

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Omg I love your writing!! I love all of it so much! Is it okay if you can write a story of sal and fem reader having a argument on her birthday. And afterwards he apologizes and they have a nice night~❤️🥺

I hope you have a nice day and lmk if there's any other way to support!!

Birthday || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - You invite Travis to your birthday party and Sal gets a little jealous.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.6k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You had decided to throw a party to celebrate your birthday and had invited all your friends from Larry to Ash, from Todd, to Neil and others that you had grown to love since high school. But it wouldn’t be a party without your loving boyfriend, Sal.

You were currently standing in the living room, conversing with some of your guests. Sal’s left arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as he watched you sip the alcohol drink in your hand when suddenly the doorbell rang. “Expecting some more guests?” Sal asked, looking around to see who was there.

“Just one more,” you said sheepishly, pulling away from his grasp and heading towards the door. You slowly opened the door to reveal Travis Phelps. He stood there playing with his hands, clearly uncomfortable and confused as to why you had even invited him. Your boyfriend watched from afar as the blonde entered your home, jealousy and rage bubbling in his gut as you hugged the man. “Make yourself at home,” you smiled at Travis, walking over to the dining room table and passing him an alcoholic beverage. “Don’t worry so much, if I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here.”

Sal’s eyebrows narrowed under his prosthetic. Why would you even invite Travis of all people? He made your high school life miserable! Not to mention the jealousy he was feeling about your hands on another man. When you made your way back over to Sal, he grabbed your arm and dragged you upstairs to your room, slamming the door behind the two of you. “What is he doing here?” Sal snapped, running a hand through his blue hair.

“Who?” You asked, pretending to be ignorant.

“You know who,” Sal replied, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Travis?” You asked. Sal just nodded. “I felt sorry for him. I wanted to invite him so he knew that I didn’t hate him for what he put me through in high school.”

Sal was pacing back and forth, clearly distressed. “And you hug him… Like that?”

Your eyes widened at Sal’s words and you realised quickly that he was jealous. “You’re seriously jealous of Travis Phelps?”

“No,” Sal mumbled, kicking his feet on the floor. “Why would I be jealous of him?”

“I don’t know Sal, why would you be jealous of him?” You asked.

“I’m not jealous,” Sal grumbled, looking down at you through the eye-holes in his prosthetic. “Just don’t want my girl touching him like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” he hissed.

“You’re not making any sense Sally.”

Sal walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders roughly, gazing into your eyes. “I don’t want him here. I don’t want him anywhere near you.”

You rolled your eyes and lolled your head back to look at the ceiling, a growl emitting from your throat. “I’m not sending him home, Sal.”

“Yes. You. Are.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” you hissed, shrugging his hands off of your shoulders.

Sal surprised you by taking off his prosthetic roughly and letting it fall onto your bedroom floor. His blue eyes narrowed at you and his scarred lips turned into a frown. “I’ll tell you exactly what to do,” he growled.

“No you will not,” you said, voice stern.

“Get on the bed,” Sal snapped, pointing to your bed.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you.” With your cheekiness, Sal pushed you onto the bed, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed heavily. “If you’re not going to send him home, I’ll make you scream so loud that everyone gets the message and leaves.”

Anticipation filled your body and a familiar sensation settled between your legs. You shouldn’t have been getting aroused at his threats, but you couldn’t help it. The thought of everyone hearing you scream Sal’s name had you dripping. The possibilities were endless. “I think you’re too scared,” you tease, a grin on your lips. All thoughts of your silly little argument had left your head.

His nose bumped against your own and he grinned. “Oh. You think so?” Sal trailed a hand down your body, tucking it into your underwear and slicking his index finger up your slit. “You’re so wet for me already baby,” he hummed in approval.

“Just the thought of everyone hearing me scream your name,” you mumble, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “It does something to me.”

“Oh?” Sal asked with a raised eyebrow, his index finger teasing your tight hole. “Is that so?”

You nodded shyly and hummed, your eyes fluttering closed as Sal slowly inched his index finger inside of you. “Oh God,” you whimpered.

“Oh pretty baby,” Sal cooed as he bent his head down to catch your neck in a wet kiss. “You’re so fucking tight.” You whimpered again in response as Sal slowly began to move his finger in and out of you, his thumb bumping against your clit with each movement he made. With a few more thrusts, Sal was inserting his middle finger into your tight cunt, stretching you out even more.

“S-Sal,” you croaked.

“That’s right baby, say my name,” he growled as he continued to plunge his fingers inside of you. Your hands flew to the bedsheets, gripping them tightly as you felt your orgasm approaching already. Sal must have felt your pussy clench around his fingers as he chuckled lightly and bit down on your neck causing you to moan. “Feel good baby girl?”

“Y-Yes!” You cried out, eyes rolling back into your head. “Sally. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that!”

“Cum for me precious,” he cooed, kissing your neck once more and biting just enough to leave a large purple mark that would be visible for days to come. On his command, you felt yourself cumming over his fingers, spraying your underwear that you were still wearing with your juices. Sal grinned and chuckled, admiring the way you squirted at just his fingers alone. “Such a good girl baby. So good for me.”

“I-I am so good for you Sal so please,” you begged. “Please fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you nice and good baby, I promise,” Sal whispered as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and freeing his cock from his boxers. He was already erect, cock leaking milky pre-cum as he pumped himself vigorously. “Undress yourself,” Sal commanded, watching as you slowly moved to tug down your trousers and soaked panties. He let out a shaky breath as he watched you, biting his bottom lip as he continued to jerk himself off. When your trousers and underwear were off, and in a heap on the floor, Sal immediately jumped on top of you, pressing you down against the mattress as he slicked his cock up your folds. “Stay still baby, this won’t hurt. I promise.” And like that, he slammed into you. You let out a scream of pleasure, eyes widening as he stretched you out good and proper. Tears filled your eyes as Sal began to move against you, giving you no time to adjust to his large length.

“Sally!” You cried out, back arching slightly off the bed.

“That’s right, let everyone know who you belong to,” Sal smirked as he thrusted against yours rigorously. His thrusts were relentless, every ounce of jealousy he had felt previously was leaving his body now that he was inside of you.

“Please please please!” You cried out, almost screaming. You bit your bottom lip, suddenly conscious of the noises you were making and Sal just chuckled.

“Don’t be shy baby,” he whispered, nipping at your collarbone. “Let everyone know, including Travis, that you’re mine.” Sal’s sudden possessiveness sent a shiver down your spine and had you writhing beneath him. “Stay still,” he huffed, slamming against you.

“Feels too good,” you whimpered, screwing your eyes shut and throwing your head back against the mattress. You felt your second orgasm approaching and your fingers flew to your clit, immediately rubbing circles on your sensitive nub.

“I feel you clenching around me,” Sal gasped out, hips still smashing against yours. He was a groaning, moaning mess as he continued his pace. His balls smashed against your arse rapidly with each thrust. “Oh God Y/N, yes!” He whispered against your neck.

“Sal, I’m gonna cum again!” You cried out gleefully, giggling slightly as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs shook violently around Sal’s hips and he stuttered as you contracted around him.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming,” Sal repeated over and over again as he thrusted deep into you one last time, pumping rope after rope inside of you.

“Fuck!” You shouted out, wrapping your arms around Sal’s torso and pulling him closer to you. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he continued to spill himself into your womb, moaning your name over and over again.

After a few seconds of sloppy thrusting, Sal’s hips came to a halt and his entire body shivered with pleasure. “Holy shit,” he whispered, laughing slightly. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Sal,” you smiled as he pressed his lips to yours softly in an all-encompassing kiss.

“Do you think anyone is still downstairs?”

“The music is pretty loud,” you replied with a shrug.

“Yeah, but so were you,” Sal poked at you jokingly.

You rolled your eyes and a light blush covered your cheeks. “Shut up,” you mumbled, burying your face in the sheets next to you.

“It was hot,” Sal tried to comfort you, but you didn’t believe him.

“We should head back downstairs,” you say, pushing Sal off of your body and sitting up to grab your trousers and underwear off the floor.

“Yeah we should, people are probably missing the birthday girl,” Sal cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he dressed his bottom half and picked his prosthetic up off the floor, placing it gently back on his face. “Y/N, I seriously love you. With all my heart.”

“I love you too, Sally Face.”

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salfishersface · 3 months

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I am begging for a baby fever story with Larry as main

Babies! || Larry Johnson

Synopsis - Larry has major baby fever.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 1.5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You and Larry hadn’t talked about having children yet, after all you felt as if it was far too early into your relationship to be thinking about such a big commitment. You had been together for almost a year now and recently, Larry hadn’t seemed like his usual mischievous, snippy self. You were currently sitting on his bed, watching as Larry painted some random landscape from memory when he turned to you with a large grin on his lips. You giggled at him and tilted your head to the side quizzically, “what?” you asked softly.

“Nothin’,” Larry smirked, biting his bottom lip before turning back to continue his painting.

“It must be something,” you replied, standing up off the bed and walking a few steps over to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face into his shoulder, admiring the way he moved the paintbrush against the canvas. That’s when Larry settled down his paints and paintbrush and turned to you, pulling you into a loving embrace. You were slightly shocked at the sudden affection, but welcomed it nonetheless. “Come on Larry. What were you thinking about?” You asked, pressing him further on the matter as you buried your head against his chest, inhaling his scent.

Larry pulled away from you slightly and looked down at your body. Without a word, his hands moved from your waist to cradle your stomach leaving you slightly confused. After a few seconds of silence, he finally answered you. “I wanna have babies with you,” he murmured.

“Babies?” You asked. For a moment you thought he was joking, but as you looked into his eyes you could see how serious he was. Your mouth hung wide open as Larry pressed his lips against your neck, kissing softly at your supple skin. “W-What are you talking about?” You mumbled.

“Been thinking,” he mumbled as his lips continued to glide across your skin.

“About babies?”

“Mhm,” Larry nodded. It was then that he pulled away from your neck and pushed you backwards a few steps until you fell onto the soft mattress. Larry looked down at you, hands on his hips as he admired how you spread yourself out for him. “Been thinking about how sexy you’d look pregnant with my baby and my fucking God does it turn me on.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his words. “Where on earth is this coming from?”

Larry settles himself on top of you and begins to kiss at your neck again, simply mumbling his words against your skin, “had a dream.” You let out soft moans as Larry began to kiss, lick and suck at your neck. “You looked so good and I need it to be reality so badly.” He began to grind against you shamelessly, his straining erection already painfully evident against his tight black jeans. You feel a familiar arousal settle in your core at his movements and immediately go to take off your boyfriend's shirt. “Is that a yes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a yes,” you whispered breathlessly to him, throwing his shirt across the room for him to retrieve later. Larry let out a sigh of relief, letting out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding as he tugged at your sweatpants and underwear, pulling them down until they reached your ankles. He shuffled down your body, lips trailing wherever he could find skin as he positioned himself between your legs. “Larry, what are you-” you start, but before you can even finish your sentence, your boyfriend is licking a tantalising stripe up your exposed slit. A silent gasp left your lips as his tongue darted out of his mouth and danced effortlessly against your tight hole.

Out of embarrassment you attempted to close your legs around his head, but Larry had other plans: he held your thighs wide open as his tongue continued to lap at your cunt like a man starved. He always loved eating you out. “Be a good girl for me Y/N,” he whispered huskily. You nodded, feeling excitement settle in your stomach at his words. Larry continued to eat you up as your hands made their way into his hair, pushing his face further into your cunt, forcing his nose to bump against your clit slightly.

“Larry!” You squealed, attempting to wriggle away as you felt your orgasm nearing.

“Feel good baby?” He whispered against your slit, pulling away momentarily to smirk at your reaction. You nodded in response, mouth hung wide open as a string of moans left your lips. Larry chuckled into your cunt before turning his attention to your clit, tongue circling it deliciously.

“Larry, stop,” you gasped. “Gonna cum if you keep going!”

“Cum for me,” he commanded. His words were stern yet gentle, sending a shiver up your spine and forcing your orgasm to wash over you almost immediately. Your legs that were resting over Larry’s shoulders for support began to shake, and before you knew it, you were squirting over his face. He opened his mouth to drink up as much of you as he could, swallowing shamelessly with that usual shit-eating grin on his face. “You taste divine.” His hands moved from holding your thighs open and pushed your shirt up past your breasts, exposing them to the cool air of his basement bedroom and immediately causing them to pucker up. Larry kissed your stomach as his fingers began to tweak at your nipples teasingly.

“Don’t tease me Larry, please,” you whimpered pathetically.

“Okay baby,” he cooed, lips leaving wet kisses along your stomach as he removed his cock from his jeans. He allowed his jeans to bunch at his ankles, not bothering to take them off completely, after all that would waste precious seconds.

You let out a soft yet shaky whimper as Larry slicked his tip along your slit, lubricating his angry red tip that was already leaking pre-cum. He let out a loud groan of pleasure as he slowly inched himself inside of you, revelling at how tight and warm your cunt was wrapped around his length. This was your first time having raw sex together and Larry knew he would never be able to go back to fucking you with protection now. Not after experiencing this. After a few seconds of remaining still inside of you, allowing you to adjust to his length, Larry finally began to move. His rhythm was slow to begin with, working you up until he was pounding into you relentlessly. “Fuck, Larry!” You cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.

“Oh baby, you feel so fucking good,” Larry babbled as he allowed his hands to roam your body. He looked down at you through his lashes and cooed to you, “you gonna make me a dad, huh? You gonna give me what I want?” When he spoke to you like that, how could you ever deny him? You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut tight and opening your mouth to moan loudly. “Good fucking girl,” he growled, hips smashing against yours at a brutal pace.

The fire in your stomach was certainly roaring and you felt your second orgasm approach as your boyfriend continued to move inside of you without mercy. You opened your eyes to look at your boyfriend, who looked simply ethereal. Sweat clung to his forehead, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, admiring the way your tits bounced with each and every painfully hard thrust. “Larry!” You screamed out, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum again, fuck I’m cumming so hard!”

“Wait for me baby,” Larry begged. “Cum with me, please.” You nodded, trying your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay until Larry was ready. It only took him a few more thrusts before he was announcing that he was cumming, hands grasping at your hips desperately to keep you from wriggling away as he pumped you with load after load. The second you felt his cock twitch against your spongy walls, you were cumming too and the way you clenched around his length had him crying with pleasure. The two of you lay there for a moment, stunned to silence. The only thing you could hear was each other’s laboured breathing as you remained still, simply just basking in the afterglow of the orgasms. Larry kissed your cheek and rolled off of you, staring down at your cunt full of his spend. “I wasn’t joking, you know?”

“Hmm?” You asked, eyes meeting your boyfriends.

“About having a baby with you. I need it, Y/N.”

“I didn’t think you were joking,” you said with a grin.

“So, you really don’t mind?” Larry asked, eyes wide.

You shook your head and let out a slight chuckle. “I wouldn’t have let you hit it raw if I didn’t want to have a baby with you Larry.”

“Touche,” he replied with a nod, laughing slightly. “Put your knees up to your chest. Don’t waste a drop, okay baby? Just stay there and relax.”

You nodded to your boyfriend and smiled, watching as he tugged his jeans back up and made his way back to the painting he was working on. The last thing you remembered was him turning around to blow you a kiss before you fell asleep, legs pressed tightly to your chest and, hopefully, not wasting a drop.

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salfishersface · 3 months

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Idk how to comment on anything but I had to inform you your fun with friends fan fic was AMAZING. Literally got better and better the more I went on. I love Larry Johnson with my whole heart you did him so much justice bro, thank you

This is the sweetest thing, like, ever. I'm so glad you and so many other people enjoyed it! I was so nervous to post it!!

Read Part One Here.

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salfishersface · 4 months

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Fun With Friends || Larry Johnson || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - A game of truth or dare turns into something more with your best friends Sal Fisher and Larry Johnson. {NOT a Sal x Larry fic!}

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You were sitting in Larry’s bedroom in the basement flat of Addison Apartments with both Larry and Sal. The three of you were smoking, drinking and generally just having a good time. It was four in the morning and there was no sign of anybody going to sleep when Larry piped up, “let’s play truth or dare.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. It was such a childish game and yet, you couldn’t help but say yes to him. Sal looked to Larry in confusion and asked, “how do you play?”

“You’ve never played truth or dare?” Larry asked, watching as Sal shook his head while he tightened the loosening prosthetic to his face. You sighed to yourself at this movement. You wish Sal felt more comfortable around you to remove his prosthetic after all, you’d been friends for years. However you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by bringing up the subject. Larry went on to explain the game to Sal, “it’s simple, really. We each ask each other, ‘truth or dare’ and whichever one they pick, we give them! Y/N, let’s go first, show him how it’s done.”

“Alright,” you shrugged. “Larry, truth or dare.”

Larry thought for a moment, stroking the small hairs on his chin. “Erm, go on then. Give me a dare.”

Now it was your turn to think. You thought hard, looking around the room for potential dares when your eyes settled on the whisky bottle in front of you. You leaned over to Sal and whispered in his ear so Larry couldn’t hear. When Sal nodded, you pulled away and looked at Larry with a grin. “We dare you to drink that whisky, without stopping, for ten seconds.”

“That’s it?” Larry chuckled, grabbing the half-empty bottle of whisky from the floor.

“I don’t think you can do it,” you said playfully, folding your arms.

Larry opened the bottle of whisky and gave it a sniff before responding. “Well prepare to eat your words.” Larry smiled before he began to chug the bottle of whisky and you and Sal counted down from ten. This was more so to try and put Larry off, but that man was determined to never break a dare. And just like that, his ten seconds were up. When he pulled away from the whisky bottle, Larry made a face of utter disgust but with equal amounts of playfulness. “Tastes better with lemonade that’s for sure,” he chuckled as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

You were half impressed with your friend and nodded slowly. “Well, I didn’t think you’d be able to do it.”

“So… What happens if you fail a dare?” Sal asks, cocking his head to the side.

“You shook your head and laughed. “Nothing Sal-”

“You’ll just be known as a chicken forever and we’ll lose all respect for you,” Larry interrupted jokingly. You pushed Larry in the side, causing him to fall off the bed and onto the ground with a drunken giggle.

“I think I’ll take a truth then,” Sal said, smiling underneath his prosthetic.

Larry stood up and sat back onto the bed next to you while flashing his friend a toothy grin. “Alright Mr Straight A’s. Did you ever cheat on a test when we were at school?”

You could see Sal’s eyes widen through the holes of his prosthetic. He wanted to lie and say no, but what fun would the game be if he lied when he was supposed to tell the truth. So, he nodded. “Once, yeah. It was on a physics test.”

“Why did you do that? You were great at school!” Larry laughed, pouring himself another glass of whisky and lemonade for the three of you.

“That can be another truth for you and I’ll tell you,” Sal smirked, winking at his best friend before turning to you. “Okay, Y/N. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, not even hesitating.

The two men looked at each other and Larry nodded, signalling that he had a truth for you. “Do you have a favourite best friend?” He asked, pointing between himself and Sal.

You chuckled and shook your head. “No. I love you both equally.”

“Come on Y/N, that’s no fun!” Larry pouted, watching as you took a sip of your drink.

“Next time, ask me a better question then,” you remarked. “Okay Larry, it’s you again. Truth or dare?”

“I pick dare,” Larry said immediately.

“Erm,” Sal thought before raising up a finger, signalling he had a dare for Larry. “Try to lick your elbow!”

“Sally, that’s a shit dare,” you said, smiling widely at him.

“It’s all I could think of,” Sal said with a shrug, smiling back at you awkwardly.

But once again, Larry wasn’t one to break a dare and so, he attempted to lick his elbow. He failed miserably. You and Sal burst out laughing. “Ha ha ha, so funny. Larry can’t lick his elbow!” Larry said sarcastically, returning his arm to his side.

“No, no, it’s not that. It was just the look of pure determination on your face!” You squealed, leaning towards Sal and pulling the same facial expression that Larry had pulled. Sal’s laughter echoed through the room whilst Larry pouted at the pair of you.

“Alright alright,” Larry said in an attempt to get you to stop mocking him. “Sal it’s your turn, truth or dare?”

“Truth, again.”

“Are you crushing on anyone right now?” Larry asked, watching as Sal lifted up his prosthetic slightly so he could take a large gulp of his drink.

When he had finished drinking, he placed the glass on the bedside table and nodded shyly. “Big time.”

“Oh my God!” Larry exclaimed. “Who is it? Why haven’t you told me?!”

Sal found himself shrugging, “I didn’t think it was important to be honest with you.”

Larry looked confused. This was major news and he wanted to hear more about it but you interrupted, a frown on your face. “If Sal doesn’t want to tell you who his crush is, then leave him alone.”

Larry stuck his tongue out at you before asking, “do you know?”

“Not a clue,” you said truthfully, shaking your head.

“Hmm, fine. But one day Sally Face, your secret will become common knowledge to me,” Larry said, his voice joking threat. “Your turn Y/N.”

“I think I’ll go for dare this time,” you grinned, nodding your head feeling confident. The last two dares had been easy ones, ones you would kill for, so you thought your two best friends would go easy on you. But no, Larry had to be Larry.

“I dare you to take off your shirt,” Larry said with a sly grin.

You looked between your friends, shock laced your face. “My shirt?” You asked, tugging at the bottom of your shirt anxiously. Larry nodded, a mischievous grin on his face while Sal gulped down a lump in his throat. There was no way you were actually going to do the dare, right? You sighed and began to slowly remove your shirt, exposing your bra to your two male friends. Both of their eyes widened and Sal was thankful for the prosthetic covering his face because he was undoubtedly bright red.

“Huh, I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Larry said, biting his lip as his eyes raked across your chest.

“Didn’t want to be known as a chicken,” you replied, trying to act calmly as you took a sip of your drink. You sat awkwardly looking down at your chest before glancing at your friends. “What? Neither of you have seen a bra before?” You joked, but they both shook their heads. You were slightly taken back by your friends answers, but just nodded your head and covered your chest with your arms before returning to the game. “Alright Larry, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

You didn’t confer with Sal this time. After his little confession of never seeing a bra before, you had the perfect question. “Have you ever had sex with somebody?”

That wasn’t the sort of truth question Larry was expecting you to ask and he was slightly taken back by it that he ended up choking on his drink. “W-What?” He stuttered, wanting to make sure he had heard you right before confessing that he had indeed, never had sex before.

“You heard me, have you ever had sex?” You repeated your question again, this time more slowly.

Sal looked down at his feet awkwardly, tearing his eyes away from your half-exposed body as Larry shook his head and answered. “No. I’ve not. I mean, I’ve kissed girls but never actually had, you know, sex.” You smirked somewhat triumphantly. It felt as if you had gotten revenge for your dare, but little did you know this just meant Larry was about to ramp up the game.

“Alright Sally Face,” Larry slurred, the alcohol getting to him now. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” he said stoically, although he already feared what his dare was going to be.

“I dare you to take off your prosthetic and show our lovely Y/N here your face,” Larry said.

Your eyes widened at Larry’s dare for Sal and you shook your head. “Sal, you don’t have to do that-” you started, holding your hand out to touch his shoulder gently in a reassuring manner. But Sal was already removing the straps on the back of his head. When his prosthetic fell off onto the floor, Sal didn’t look at either you or Larry. He kept his head down and his eyes on the ground before downing the rest of his drink. That’s when he looked at you, flashing you an awkward and yet somewhat apologetic smile. You leaned in closer to your friend, pressing a soft kiss to his scarred cheek. “You’re beautiful, Sally.”

“Y-You think so?” He asked through a slurred stutter. You pushed some strands of blue hair away from his face and nodded, a soft and gentle smile gracing your lips.

“That’s cute,” Larry snickered. “I dare you to kiss now.”

“But I was going to pick truth-”

“I picked for you,” Larry shrugged.

You sucked in a deep breath and looked at Sal, a silent way of asking him for permission. He nodded to you, indicating that he was okay with it although he was shaking slightly from anticipation. You were so beautiful to him, and even more so with his prosthetic off. He could see every inch of you and he was loving it, and to know that you weren’t scared or repulsed by him just made his heart sing. You shuffled closer to Sal and wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your soft, wet lips against his chapped ones. Sal didn’t know what to do with his hands, but he settled on placing them on your bare waist gripping ever-so-slightly. Meanwhile, Larry watched the two of you share a sweet, yet clumsy kiss. You stayed like that for a few moments, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours before you pulled away. As you did, Sal smiled softly at you, licking his lips. He had been rendered speechless.

Larry spoke up once again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Now, I dare you to kiss me.”

You turned your head to look at him, eyes wide. You looked at Sal before looking at Larry once more, nodding sternly. You moved from Sal, shuffling across the bed to Larry’s position. Before you even bent down to kiss him, Larry’s hands were already on your waist pulling you down on top of his body. The kiss with Larry was more forceful than the kiss with Sal, but it was equally as clumsy. Larry became a little more suggestive as his hands moved along your hips, stroking them before sliding up your back to unhook your bra. A gasp of surprise tumbled from your lips as your bra slipped down your arms and off of your chest, leaving you completely bare to your best friends.

“But what about the game?” You asked, pulling away from Larry’s lips to look between him and Sal.

“Fuck the game,” came Larry’s response as he kissed you again. His tongue poked into your mouth and swirled around, savouring the taste of whisky and lemonade on your breath. Both Larry and Sal felt themselves harden at the sight of your exposed chest and Larry couldn’t hold himself back. His hands moved from the top of your back to your chest, pawing desperately at your tits. Then, his lips moved to your neck and Larry began to suck and bite at the soft flesh separating him from your jugular vein. You turned your head to the side to give Larry better access to your neck, taking the opportunity to look at Sal. A soft whimper escaped you as your eyes met Sal’s and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself making any more noise. You could feel the wetness growing between your legs at both Larry’s movements and the way Sal was watching you intensely. As Larry continued to kiss up and down your neck, you used your forefinger to beckon Sal towards you. He hesitated but slowly made his way over to your side. You turned the top half of your body to face him, still sitting on top of Larry and grabbed Sal’s shoulders, pulling him towards your lips again. This time, the kiss was much fiercer. A whimper of surprise left Sal’s lips as he welcomed the kiss, your tongue trailed his bottom lip begging for entrance. Larry looked up from your neck to see you making-out with Sal and in response, bit down hard on your neck.

“Larry!” You shrieked softly between Sal’s lips. Sal’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, the mixture of pain and pleasure evident in your tone only seemed to turn him on even more. His cock twitched in his jeans, begging to be released. Your lips moved against Sal’s desperately wanting a reaction from your best friend. Larry continued to palm at your chest as he sucked on your neck, flicking your nipples between his fingertips.

You pushed Larry away and quickly manoeuvred yourself off of his body and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down slowly to reveal his grey boxers. His cock strained against the tight fabric and you could see a wet patch starting to form around his tip as the result of the pre-cum. Larry’s breath was shallow as you finally took off his trousers, eyes gazing up and down your body. He felt slightly embarrassed that you were seeing him in his boxers, but he wasn’t complaining. He had thought about this moment countless times. Once Larry was completely naked and gasped at the coolness of the air against his cock, you turned to Sal and smiled sweetly at him. “Your turn.”

Sal gulped and nodded, allowing your fingertips to grace across his crotch as you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans almost effortlessly. “Please Y/N,” Sal whispered, his voice barely audible.

As you began to slide his jeans down his muscular legs, you raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “what?”

“If we’re really doing this, I don’t want to be teased for my first time, please,” he moaned. Sal’s boxers were looser than Larry’s, but you could still see his distinctive hardened length twitching at your touch. You finally tugged off Sal’s jeans and boxers and threw them across the room to meet Larry’s sweats.

You looked between the pair of them and smiled sweetly. “Who wants my mouth first?”

The pair looked stunned and looked at each other, silently deciding. After a few seconds, Sal nodded and Larry spoke up. “Me.” You looked at Sal, making sure he was okay with being second, but he just shrugged. As long as he got you, he didn’t care. That was all the confirmation you needed to start moving back towards Larry. You teasingly lowered your mouth around him and looked up with your eyes to see Larry staring down at you. Once your lips touched the head of his cock, Larry couldn’t stop the moans. “Oh fuck,” he hissed, watching intensley as you lowered your head between his legs and wrapped your mouth around his length. Your mouth was so warm and wet around his hard dick that he wanted to cum immediately. Larry couldn’t help but grab your hair and keep your mouth still around him for a moment while he got used to the feeling of your mouth. Once he felt he was ready, he pushed your head further down, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but took his cock expertly. Sal was watching you the entire time, his hand hovering over his own cock desperate to relieve the itch he was feeling. Larry looked at Sal and grinned as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. You closed your eyes as you began to suck, swirling your tongue around the tip and licking up the droplets of pre-cum oozing from the head. “Oh God.”

You opened your eyes and looked up to see Larry in a state of complete bliss. His eyes were now screwed shut and his mouth was hanging open for the silent moans to leave his throat. You looked at Sal, mouth still around Larry, and held out one of your hands. Sal looked confused and tilted his head to the side, but found himself moving closer to you. From what you could see, Larry and Sal were quite similar in size but Larry’s cock was much fatter whereas Sal’s was thinner. Your hand wrapped around Sal’s skinny length and you began to pump experimentally as you continued to suck on Larry as if he were nothing but a lollipop. Both of the men were moaning your name in perfect harmony, it almost made you laugh at how easily you had gotten them in this state.

After a few more moments, Larry gasped. His eyes shot up and he jerked his cock out of your mouth. You looked at him in confusion but he quickly answered your silent question. “I was going to cum.”

“I think I’m nearly there myself,” Sal whispered, biting his lip.

You removed your hand from Sal’s cock and looked between the pair of them, shaking your head. “Not yet. Neither of you.”

Sal couldn’t help but groan as your small hand moved away from him, a cry of desperation leaving his lips. “Why not?” Sal asked, bucking his hips up in the air.

“Want you cum inside of me. Both of you,” you said, eyes narrowing. Both Larry and Sal widened their eyes at your words and looked at each other.

“Y/N… Are you sure?” Larry asked, earning a nod of approval from you. Sal didn’t say anything, just watched on in surprise as you began to take off your pyjama pants and underwear. Was this really happening? This was a dream come true for both of the men in your presence that they almost had to pinch themselves to make sure they weren’t dreaming.

Once you were completely naked, you looked between your best friends. You weren’t as nervous as you thought you would be but maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins. You couldn’t be sure though. You lay down on the bed and spread your legs wide, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Of course it was Larry. He pressed his lips to your lower leg and trailed up your thigh, stopping right before your cunt. You were about to look down to see what he was doing, when you felt cool air against your folds. Larry had blown on you and it had sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine, causing you to open your legs further. Larry grinned devilishly at you before plunging his tongue against your folds. You gasped and cried out, grasping at the sheets below you. Larry was relentless against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a dog starved. You never would have thought that this was his first time eating pussy, but it was. Sal waited patiently, watching and licking his lips as the sight of your legs quivering over Larry’s shoulders.

“Does that feel good?” Larry asked you as he began to nibble on your clit. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence for the life of you, so you just nodded excitedly. Your hands made their way to his long, brown hair and tugged lightly. This made Larry groan and another wave of pleasure spread through your body at the sensation.

“I think she likes it,” Sal mused, more so to himself than to Larry, but Larry heard and nodded. His hands grasped your hips, hard enough to leave bruises but you didn’t care. You pushed Larry’s head further into your cunt and revelled in the feeling he was giving you.

“Oh Larry!” You cried out. “I’m going to cum if you keep on going like that.”

“It’s that easy to make you cum?” Larry teased, but you didn’t hear him. Instead, you came. Harder than you ever had before. Your hands on Larry’s hair tightened and you let out a yelp as you squirted over Larry’s face, and that man didn’t waste a drop. He slurped you up like a cold drink on a summer's day. When you came down from your high, Larry was laying on top of you, staring into your eyes. “Oh you look so hot when you cum Y/N. Doesn’t she Sally Face?”

Sal nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah she does.” Sal’s hand was now wrapped tightly around his cock as Larry slicked the tip of his head against your soaked folds, lubricating himself.

“I already know you’re going to feel so good,” Larry mumbled to you, pressing his lips against yours as he slammed into you. You let out a choked cry and threw your head back against the mattress, eyes meeting Sal’s.

“Larry, wait!” You whimpered, attempting to stop his hips from moving. You were being stretched and were fuller than you have ever been before that it hurt, but it hurt so good. Larry halted his movements when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asked, panic lacing his voice.

You shook your head and smiled at him. “No I’m okay, just… Just give me a minute to adjust before you carry on.”

Larry nodded in response and Sal came over to your side to begin literally kissing your tears away. “You’re okay,” Sal cooed, his hand stroking your head gently. You wanted to reply, but you couldn’t and that’s when Larry started moving again.

Larry’s pace was brutal. Fast and snappy, just like him. He had been craving this moment since he learnt what sex was and now that it was finally happening, he was going to give it everything he had. Your hands flew up from the bedsheets to Larry’s back, scratching down his skin and definitely leaving marks. Moans tumbled past your lips as Larry continued his strokes, his eyes never leaving yours with each movement he made. It was romantic, in a weird way. Sal continued to pump at his cock as he watched Larry pound into you, eagerly awaiting his own turn. “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” Larry growled as he dipped his head against your neck and began to bite yet again.

“Larry, oh God Larry!” You cried out, almost screaming. It was a good job that Larry lived alone and in the basement, because you definitely would have woken people up with the noises you were making. The bed began to creak and you feared for a second that it would break from the sheer intensity of Larry’s thrusts, but it held. The headboard, however, began to slam against the wall which only spurred on your arousal. Sal tilted his head to the side as he watched Larry’s cock emerge from your cunt before disappearing again, a sheer coat of wetness ringed around the base of his cock from your arousal and it was obvious that you were close to cumming again. Larry was close also, but he wanted to hold on for you. He wanted to give you one more orgasm before he finished inside of you, so he pulled his cock from your pussy and slipped two fingers inside of you with ease. He began pumping ruthlessly, your breasts bouncing from the force.

“You’re making it so hard not to cum right here and now,” Larry grumbled. It was then that he felt you clench around his fingers and he knew that you were cumming. You tried to vocalise it, but you had definitely been fucked dumb and could only nod. “Okay. I’m going to cum now, okay?” Larry said to you in a soothing voice. You looked at him through glossy eyes and opened your mouth to beg for him but all that came out was a loud shout as Larry slammed back inside of you, continuing his ruthless pace. Your walls fluttered around Larry’s cock and within seconds he was spurting hot ropes of cum inside of you, moaning your name repeatedly as his head fell against your neck. His hips slowed down to a halt and after a few seconds, Larry pulled out of you. His hands caressed your face and hair as he pressed his lips to yours in a slow, passionate kiss. Then, he sat up and turned to Sal with a grin on his face. “Your turn.”

You lay on the bed completely breathless as Larry rolled off of you and Sal climbed on to you. “Y/N, you with me?” Sal asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “I’m with you. Please Sal.”

Sal smiled softly at you before slowly inserting himself inside of you, stretching you in a different way to Larry. His pace was slow and sensual, loving almost. As if pouring all of his emotion into making love to you. Sal’s lips were on yours in an instant and you immediately kissed him back. Your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him as close as possible all while Larry lay on the bed next to you and poured himself another whisky and lemonade. “God I love you. I love you so much,” Sal whispered against your lips. Your eyes widened at his confession, but you couldn’t say you were totally surprised. You let out a gasp as the tip of Sal’s cock stroked your cervix and you fell apart immediately.

“Sally,” you whimpered breathlessly, hands locking through his blue hair. Sal pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead against yours, eyes staring into your soul as he continued to thrust his hips against you. The pleasure felt too good that tears began pouring from your lower lash line.

“Shh you’re okay,” Sal cooed, pressing his lips against your forehead. You smiled at him in reply and pressed a hand to his scarred face.

“You’re so beautiful Sal,” you whispered, causing him to tear up.

“I’m glad you think so,” he let out a breathy laugh and bit his lip as he sped up his pace slightly.

“Touch my clit,” you whispered to him. Sal trailed a hand down the front of your body and rested it between your legs, fingertips fumbling across your clit clumsily. Although he didn’t know what he was doing exactly, it felt good. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop,” Sal reassured you. “I won’t ever stop.” At those words, you felt your third orgasm approaching. You prompted Sal to move his fingers faster across your bundle of nerves and he did, finally pushing you over the edge. You cried out his name with a sob as you gushed around him, wetting the bed sheet and a bit of his torso. Sal smiled lovingly down at you as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. “Can I cum? Can I cum Y/N, please?”

“Yes Sally, please cum,” you begged, continuously nodding your head. Sal sped up his pace again, the headboard snapping against the wall once more. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and with a loud growl, he came. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, swear you could feel his creamy load filling you up until you physically couldn’t take anymore.

Panting, Sal kissed your cheek and your lips before whispering to you. “I love you Y/N.”

You let out a sob at his words and pulled him close to you, not allowing his cock to slide out of you just yet. You could feel him softening inside you, felt his and Larry’s mixture trickle down your thigh. It was definitely a feeling that you could get used to. Eventually, Sal moved and lay down next to you on the bed. He stared at the ceiling before he looked at you. You were already asleep, snoring ever so softly. Sal watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took, completely enamoured by you.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Larry asked quietly, looking at Sal over your naked body.

“Hmm?” Sal asked, biting his bottom lip as he turned his head to face his best friend.

“The person you’re crushing on. It’s Y/N, isn’t it,” Larry questioned, although it was more of a statement than an actual question. He already knew the answer.

“Of course,” Sal mumbled, laying down and throwing an arm over you. He was careful not to wake you with his movements.

“I… Think I love her too,” Larry confessed, gulping the rest of his drink before laying his head down on the pillow and closing his eyes. Sal didn’t respond, just hummed in acknowledgement. There wasn’t much he could say after all. Neither of them knew where they stood and they wouldn’t until you woke up. Did this mean something? Or was it simply just fun with friends? They would ask you in the morning, but for now, they let you sleep peacefully between them.

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salfishersface · 4 months

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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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salfishersface · 4 months

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P.S.A

Hello lovely people. I'm just jumping on to make a quick P.S.A about my writing and the inclusion of Travis Phelps in my work as I've received a few 'hateful' messages regarding this decision. I'm unsure of how exactly to word this, and I'm sure by speaking up about this matter I'll receive more hateful messages, but please bear with me while I take the time to write this. My autistic arse will just say how it is:

Yes, I am aware that our beloved Travis Phelps is canonically gay but I will always write him as bisexual. Why? Because I'm a bisexual female writer who cannot, for the life of her, write for a male!reader. By making this decision, I don't mean to, nor is the intention there, to 'erase' his homosexuality. To call me a 'fucking freak' for this decision is uncalled for.

I've had one anonymous message claiming that by including him in my work, I'm being 'homophobic' when, in reality, my writing isn't that deep. I'm simply a woman who loves Travis and would like to write for him and include him in my works. I'm sorry if this upsets you, or angers you, but I will continue to include him in my works and will continue to write him with female!readers in mind.

With all this being said, I do try to make my writing as gender neutral as possible unless it's smut related, to include everyone. For example, in my latest 'Arranged Marriage' post I tried not to include pronouns for potential male readers to be able to enjoy this piece of fiction.

If you're looking for Travis (or any character) x Male!Reader, this isn't the page for you.

#travis phelps x you #travis phelps imagine #travis phelps imagines #travis phelps x reader #travis phelps #sally face #sally face x reader #sally face fandom

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salfishersface · 4 months

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Arranged Marriage

Synopsis - The boys find out they are to be wed to you.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.9k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SAL FISHER couldn’t believe this was really happening, but he was ecstatic. You stood outside of his apartment door, drenched from the rain outside, but wore a wide smile on your face. “We’re arranged to be married,” you said to him.

Sal blinked a few times, nodding his head lightly. “Really?” He asked. There was a slight mixture of relief and uncertainty in his voice. You nodded at him, smiling widely. Sal was wearing his prosthetic, as usual, so to read his facial expression was almost impossible but you could tell from his body language that he was excited. Just then, Sal pulled you into a tight embrace, almost knocking you off your feet.

“Happy?” You asked with a giggle, wrapping your arms around him as he squoze you tightly.

“Very,” he nodded, breathing in your scent. It was all so overwhelming for Sal that he couldn’t help but feel dizzy. It was then that he realised how wet you were and immediately released you and pulled you into the empty apartment. You took in the surroundings of the apartment. Photos were scattered on the walls in a variety of different sizes and shapes. It definitely felt homely.

“Thank you Sal,” you said, turning around to face him with a smile on your face.

“What are you thanking me for?” Sal asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “I should be thanking you for agreeing to marry me!”

“Well I suppose I’m thankful for your reaction,” you chuckled. “It was much better than I had expected. I thought you would be unhappy.”

Sal took a few steps towards you and you could tell that underneath his prosthetic, he was frowning. “Why would I be unhappy? You’re absolutely perfect.”

You shook your head and let out a slight laugh. “I’m not, but thank you,” you quickly regained composure from your blushing face and looked at him with all seriousness. “I thought, because we didn’t know each other well, that you would take the news… badly.”

“Y/N,” Sal sighed, placing his hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look into his eyes. “You were nothing but nice to me in high school. Why would I be unhappy?”

You shrugged and smiled softly at him once again. “I’m just happy that you’re happy.”

Sal placed the lips of his prosthetic to your forehead and inhaled your scent again. He couldn’t believe that you were going to marry him. It was like a dream come true. After everything that had happened throughout his life, he never thought he would find happiness quite like this. He never even thought he would get married, let alone to you. “We have a lot of planning to do.”

LARRY JOHNSON was surprised when you let it slip that you were to be married to each other while you were staying at his one night. At first, he thought you were joking. You had said it with such amusement that it was the only logical explanation. But after laughing your head off and taking another sip of the whisky you were sharing, you looked at Larry. “I’m serious,” you said, eyebrows narrowing. “Larry, we’re supposed to be getting married to each other.”

His eyes widened at your words and he felt his mouth go dry. “We… We are?” You just nodded in acknowledgement. “Wow…”

“Wow?” You asked. “That’s all you can say? ‘Wow’?”

Larry shrugged, taking the bottle of whisky from you and taking another sip. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Larry, you’ve been my best friend for years! It’s weird!” You said, slightly agitated that he wasn’t listening to you.

“It’ll be fine,” Larry said nonchalantly, shrugging once again. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his coolness to the situation. “When’s the big day?” He asked teasingly.

“Larry!” You cried out loudly, palming yourself in the face out of embarrassment.

“What?” He said, chuckling. “I’m being serious.”

You mumbled, “we have to plan it.”

“Well then, let’s get planning!” Larry smirked, sipping the whisky. You watched as Larry jumped off his bed and walked over to his wardrobe, bending down and picking up a box. Then, he made his way back over to the bed and sat down next to you. “This is my wedding box.”

“You have a wedding box?” You asked, smirking slightly.

“Of course. It’s a big day, I’ve always wanted my wedding to be perfect,” Larry said with a drunken smile, opening the box. Inside it were pictures, scrawlings and templates of table settings. “Here, what do you think about this tux?” He asked, handing you a photo.

You looked at Larry and held the photo up to his body. “I think it’d really suit you.”

“I have almost everything planned, except for the nitty gritty stuff like flowers,” Larry said sheepishly.

“I guess that’s my job?” You asked.

“Our job,” Larry corrected. It was then that he pulled you close to him, your noses almost touching. “I’m glad I’m marrying you,” he whispered, gazing into your eyes.

“You… You are?” You asked, eyebrows raising at his confession. Larry nodded before pressing his lips to yours softly, capturing them in a passionate dance. When Larry pulled away, his face was red from embarrassment but he was happy. Happy that after all these years, things were finally going his way.

“I’ve loved you for the longest time Y/N,” Larry confessed. “I always have and I always will.”

Your eyes widened and you nodded, “I love you too, Larry Johnson.”

“I can’t wait for you to become Mrs Johnson,” Larry said excitedly as he placed the lid back on his wedding box. “We can look through all of that tomorrow, but for now, let's get some sleep.” You nodded and stood up when Larry grabbed your arm and pulled you back onto the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To the couch, where I always sleep when I’m here?” You asked, raising an eyebrow out of confusion.

“Well, since you’re going to be my wife you may as well stay here with me in my bed,” Larry said with a shrug, pulling the covers over the two of you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “There will be no funny business. I promise.”

You nodded and smiled at his comment before relaxing, closing your eyes and resting your head against his shoulder. Within seconds you were asleep, dreaming of what was to come.

TRAVIS PHELPS was not surprised at all when he had learnt that his father had arranged a marriage for him, but he was surprised to learn that it was you. Of all the people in his church, his father had to choose the person he loathed the most. You were gathering at the Phelps house for a ‘pre-wedding party’, for extended family to meet extended family. Travis was standing at one side of the room, wearing a black tux, while you were at the other side sipping the champagne that was on offer. Travis’ eyes met yours across the room and he immediately rolled them, not caring about how you felt when you saw his obvious disdain. You were about to walk over to him, cause a scene, when a lady you had never met before stood in front of you with a huge smile on their face. “It’s so lovely to meet you!” The lady said, excitement filling her voice. “You and Travis will make such a lovely couple!”

You wanted to roll your eyes at her, but instead you put on a fake smile. “Thank you.”

“Where is he anyway?” The lady asked. You didn’t say anything, just pointed across the room to where Travis stood. His eyes widened as the lady beckoned him over and he reluctantly began to walk to you. When he reached the pair of you, he was immediately pulled into a bone crushing hug. The look on his face made you want to burst out with laughter, but you held back. “I was just speaking to your future spouse here,” the lady smiled, motioning to you. “You’re going to make such a lovely couple. May I dare say, have lovely children.”

You choked on your drink. You didn’t want to think about children yet, if ever. Not with Travis anyway. “Children?” Travis spat out before you could even retaliate. “Never.”

“Oh Travis, don't be so dramatic,” the lady said, patting Travis’ shoulders.

“I’m not being dramatic,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Yes you are, love,” the lady retorted. “You’ll learn to love each other.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched her walk away from the two of you and Travis immediately stared you down. “This is your fault,” he snapped, pointing a finger in your face.

“How is this my fault?” You snapped back. You were beyond furious now. “I didn’t do or say anything!”

“Exactly!” Travis was about to storm off when his father came up to the two of you.

“Now, now. What’s going on?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“This isn’t going to work,” Travis said to his father. His eyes held a sense of fear.

“It will work if you just open up your mind Travis,” his father said sternly. “This is happening. Whether you like it or not.” Travis scoffed and walked away, his footsteps heavy on the stairs. You looked at his father and sighed, shrugging lightly. “You should go and see him.”

You nodded and walked through the crowd of people and up the stairs. You knew Travis’ room immediately, and knocked on the door. “Go away,” he snapped.

“I’m coming in,” you said before storming in.

“What do you want?” He asked, venom dripping from his voice. His tux was half un-done as he sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands and gripping at his hair.

“We need to work this out,” you said softly, sitting down next to him.

“No we don’t,” Travis retorted. He didn’t even bother looking at you as he spoke.

“Why do you hate me so much?” You asked seriously.

It was then that Travis looked at you, his eyes held an unhealthy amount of fury. “Because you’re unclean! I know what you’ve done in your life. You’re not worthy of being married to me!”

You felt your heart crack slightly at his cruel words, but you shook off the feeling and narrowed your eyebrows at him. “At least I’ve lived a little!” You shouted back at him.

Travis stood up, his height towering over you. You felt slightly intimidated. “I have lived. Purely in the eyes of God!” You rolled your eyes and stood up to match him. Within seconds, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours quickly. All before pulling away. Travis was shocked, stumbling backwards as his eyes widened. “W-What was that for?” He asked, stuttering slightly. His hand reached up to his lips, touching them softly. His first kiss.

“Do you feel better now?” You asked softly, head bowing lightly. Travis shook his head and you turned to leave the room. “We have to make this work Travis. For our families,” and with that you walked out of his bedroom and back downstairs to the party. Travis remained still as he watched you leave, fingertips touching his chapped lips as he thought back to the kiss. His body felt warm, an unusual feeling he wasn’t used to. You would be the death of him, he knew it.

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salfishersface · 5 months

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Hhhh I’ve reread Baby Fever more times than I can count, can you please do like a part 2 or something similar?

Baby Fever Part 2 || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal has baby fever.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Notes - Read part 1 here.

Word Count - 1.4k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Part One || Part Three

You watched as your boyfriend gave the overactive toddler a ride on his shoulders for the third time today. Soda was giggling and shrieking as she pulled on Sal’s shoulder-length blue hair. “Uncle Sawwy! I’m so high!” She shrieked giddily, kicking her legs in the air against Sal’s shoulders.

“Yes you are baby,” he cooed, spinning around and causing another gleeful sound to leave Soda’s lips.

“It’s time for dinner!” You called from the kitchen as you plated up the food you had been preparing. Chug and Maple would be back any minute now, but you knew they had had a busy day shopping and whatnot so you thought you’d feed Soda for them.

“Uncle Sawwy, take me to the din din table!” Soda yelled, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

“You got it angel,” Sal said, manoeuvring his way through the sea of toys scattered amongst the floor and to the kitchen. He placed Soda at the table who immediately licked her lips upon seeing food. She certainly had her fathers appetite. Sal walked over to you after securing Soda at the table and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You look good being all motherly.”

“You think?” You asked softly.

“I know,” Sal whispered, pressing another kiss to your temple. You both watched from the side as Soda wolfed down her food, hardly even chewing the contents before swallowing. Sal chuckled before narrowing his eyes. “Soda, you need to be careful when you eat!” Sal said, slight panic in his voice.

“Why uncle Sawwy?” Soda asked, looking towards Sal.

“If you don’t chew your food, you could choke!” Sal exclaimed, trying to be as lighthearted as he possibly could.

“Oh otay,” she said before taking another mouthful of her food, this time chewing properly.

You looked at Sal and grinned. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow under his prosthetic.

“You look good being all fatherly,” you said, mimicking his words.

“I know,” he grinned, pressing his prosthetic to the side of your face as if he was trying to kiss your temple. You looked up at him and smiled softly. You both continued to watch Soda eat and not long after she had finished, Chug and Maple came home.

“We’re home!” Maple chimed as she smiled softly at the three of you. You were sitting on the sofa now, curled up watching Soda’s favourite movie.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Soda said, quickly retreating from her spot on the sofa and toddling over to her mother and father. “Uncle Sawwy gave me a wide on his shoulders!”

“Did he?” Maple asked, laughing slightly.

Soda nodded in response before sticking up three fingers and exclaiming, “three times!”

“Want one more before we head off, Soda?” Sal asked, standing up and holding his arms out to the toddler. Soda nodded and walked, unsteadily, over to Sal who picked her up with ease and placed her on his shoulders. He began to walk quickly around the room, delighting in hearing Soda’s giggles.

You stood up and walked over to Chug and Maple with a smile on your face. “How was shopping?” You asked.

Chug shrugged. “It was alright,” he replied.

“You know, he’d make an excellent father one day,” Maple said, motioning towards Sal.

You nodded in agreement, the smile on your face never faltering. “He will.”

You and Sal had said your goodbyes quickly, hugging the little girl that had captured your hearts before heading back home. You knew where this was going. Sal’s hand never left yours as you made the short walk back to the apartment, his grip becoming increasingly harder the closer you got. When you arrived, you kicked your shoes off and said hello to Henry and Lisa before Sal mindlessly dragged you to your shared bedroom. “God, what are you doing to me?” Sal asked as he took off his prosthetic and placed it carefully on the bedside table.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your head automatically tilting to the side.

“Just wanna fuck you and stuff you full of my cum, all day everyday until your swollen with my babies,” Sal growled as he pressed his lips fiercely to yours. You let out a gasp of surprise as his lips collided with yours. Your soft lips moulded against his scarred ones as if you were made for him. Sal was quick in undressing you, throwing your clothes every which way around the room for you to find later before pushing you onto the bed. You could already see how rock hard his cock was against his skinny jeans, but Sal was quick to remove his jeans, finally freeing his cock from its restraints. His cock sprung up to attention, your mouth watering at the sight of it throbbing for you. His balls were heavy, full of cum that he wanted to pour into your womb. Sal got onto his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled you by your legs. You let out a shriek of surprise as his face immediately delved between your legs, tongue lapping at your folds and clit like a man starved, not even giving you time to comprehend what was happening.

“Sal,” you whimpered softly, hands falling to tangle into his blue hair.

“Yeah baby?” He asked, pulling away from your pussy momentarily to look into your eyes.

“Don’t stop,” you beg quietly, pushing his face further into your already dripping cunt.

He mumbled something against your folds but you couldn’t understand what he said. He sucked deliciously at your clit. Obscene noises of his slurping filled the room and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Shit, you taste so good.”

“Don’t say that,” you whimpered, covering your face with your hands.

Sal pulled away from you, kissing up your thighs to your stomach, to your neck and then finally to your lips. “Taste yourself on my tongue,” he groaned, shoving his tongue into your mouth immediately. You let out a moan at the intrusion, eyes rolling back into your head momentarily. When Sal finally pulled away from your lips, he was breathless. Gazing into your eyes, he slicked his cock up your slit to lubricate himself before pushing into you slowly, a quiet moan falling from his lips. You grasped the sheets below you as Sal placed your legs over his shoulder, forcing his cock to kiss your cervix. “You gonna make me a daddy tonight, huh?” He asked, kissing your cheeks.

“Yes,” you managed to choke out, tears springing to the corner of your eyes at both the pain and pleasure you were feeling.

“Good girl,” Sal groaned, kissing away your tears. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight around me.”

“Oh God Sal,” you cry, trying to wriggle away from him slightly.

“Hey, hey,” he growled in your ear. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, pulling you back against him. “You gotta make me a daddy tonight baby. Fuck, I need it.”

“I will! I will!” You screech, not caring as to whether Henry or Lisa could hear you anymore.

“Shhh baby girl,” Sal cooed softly. His fingertips dug into your hips and you felt like you were going to break at any minute.

“Gonna cum Sal,” you whimpered softly.

“Yeah? You gonna cum precious?” He mocked, his hips still rutting into you at a pace out of this world. You nodded enthusiastically, a hand flying down to your clit to rub quick circles against the sensitive nub. Within seconds you were spraying your juices all over Sal and his torso, not caring about the mess you were making. “Ohh you’re such a good girl for me,” Sal groaned.

“So good,” you whimpered softly. Your voice was barely audible but Sal had managed to hear you.

“Gonna fill you up now baby,” Sal whispered into your ear as his hips stuttered against yours. “Make. Me. A. Daddy,” he growled with each thrust of his hips. You nodded, completely fucked out. You felt his thick ropes shoot deep into you, his cock twitching with his release. You let out a silent moan as Sal shivered against you, but he didn’t pull out. He kept you plugged up as he kissed your tear stained cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You whisper softly, leaning against his touch. “You really have baby fever, don’t you Sal?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. The two of you cuddled like that for the rest of the night, with him plugging you up to make sure his cum didn’t escape from your cunt as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. This one felt like it would be the one.

I'm so glad you enjoyed part one anon! I hope this part satiates your hunger for more baby fever!sal<3

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salfishersface · 5 months

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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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salfishersface · 5 months

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Virgin Headcannons

Synopsis - Virgin headcannons for Sal, Larry and Travis.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.1k.

{Caffeinate Me}

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who had never thought he would engage in sexual activity was shocked when you brought up sex to him for the first time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who was so nervous when you hooked your fingertips around the waistband of his underwear that he had to hold onto the bedsheets to keep himself grounded.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who was already so hard for you and who’s tip was leaking precum let out loud moans as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, savouring the taste of his pre.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who felt like he was going to burst into tears from the pleasure you were giving him as you sucked on his cock. Your cheeks hollowed as you moved up and down his length slowly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept on going quickly pulled you away by your hair.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who let you take control, admired you as you lay down onto the plush mattress and opened your legs for him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who was shaking with anticipation as he slicked his cock between your sticky folds, lubricating himself.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who slowly inched himself inside of you with a wanton moan leaving his lips. His mind was completely overtaken with pleasure as he fully bottomed out inside of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who waits for your go ahead before he starts moving.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who moves inside of you so slowly because he’s scared he’s going to cum immediately. He can’t help but grasp the bedsheets next to your head in an attempt to hold back from all he wants to do to you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who takes off his prosthetic mid-fuck so he can see you better and press kisses to your lips and neck.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who lets his mouth trail down to the valley of your breasts, kissing them with earnestness as his thrusts speed up.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who cums inside of you without a second thought, his hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip and deep inside of your womb.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who is no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who had been eager to have sex with you for the longest time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who had gotten hard from making out with you, had pulled you onto his lap and began kissing down your neck.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who was desperate to feel you, groped your breasts greedily as you let out soft moans that were like music to his ears.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, pushed you onto the bed and stared at your glistening cunt. He couldn’t believe he was about to have sex for the first time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who nuzzled his head between your legs, almost immediately began to lap at your clit, sucking on the swollen nub as if it were his last ever meal. He loved the way you tasted and the way your hands flew to his long, brown hair in a futile attempt to push him away.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who felt like he could cum just by eating you out.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who slipped two fingers inside of you easily marvelled at the way your cunt grasped around his fingers and was excited to know how you’d feel around his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who was amazed when you squirted in his face at the pleasure he was giving you. He lapped up your juices eagerly and grinned at you as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance before slamming into you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who didn’t even give you a minute to adjust to his length before he was pounding into you desperately.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who was desperate to make you cum around his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who covered your mouth with his hand so his mother didn’t hear the two of you having sex.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who let his inner animal come out with each thrust inside your gaping cunt. He was forceful and brutal as his hips sped up their movements.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who pulled out of you and jerked off for a few seconds before he came on your stomach.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who just wanted to go at it again, desperate to feel you around him once more.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who shoved his still hard cock back into your hole and continued fucking you like a wild animal.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who is no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who had never masturbated before got so hard at your first kiss together.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who was so ashamed of himself he blew up at you as he covered his crotch.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who tried his hardest to hide his erection from you but failed miserably.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who was shocked and disgusted when you got onto your knees and offered to help him out with his raging ‘problem’.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who clicked his tongue and looked away from you as you slowly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles along with his underwear.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who let out a shaky breath as you licked the underside of his stiffened cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who thought it was wrong to be doing this before marriage, but couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who wrapped his fingers through the length of your hair as you began to properly suck him off. His eyes watered with shame and disgust, but also with pleasure and need.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who slowly begins to fuck your mouth, finding a rhythm comfortable for him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who pulls his cock out of your mouth and falls onto his bed, watching with wide eyes as you undress yourself.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who lets you control him, lets you ride him for the first time considering he had no idea what he was doing. He sucks in a breath as you lower yourself onto his straining length.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who moans your name loudly as he bottoms out into you. He lets you set the pace and bounce at your leisure. His eyes wide as he watches your breasts bounce with each of your movements.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who cums inside of you prematurely from a lack of overstimulation and the beautiful sight of your body hovering above him. His eyes widen once more when he realises what he’s done and the consequences that could come from him finishing inside you. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who was no longer a virgin because of you.

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How You Met

Synopsis - How you meet Sal, Larry & Travis.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.2k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SAL FISHER was new to Nockfell High, and to say he was nervous was definitely an understatement. He had met Larry Johnson at his apartment prior to his first day at the new school, so at least he had some form of moral support. Sal and Larry walked up to the gates of Nockfell High, waiting for the sea of students walking through the entrance to calm down before making their own way inside. “You need to claim a locker dude,” Larry said to Sal as they walked through the halls. “There’s an empty locker next to mine.

“That’s convenient,” Sal said with a smile.

Meanwhile, you walked through the halls, making your way to Larry’s locker. You knew your best friend well, and knew that he would be lazing around his locker in an attempt to avoid going to class. When you came into view of Larry’s locker, you noticed him standing next to another boy with blue hair, fumbling with the neighbouring locker. You skipped up to your best friend. “Hey,” you said, startling them both.

“Y/N!” Larry jumped, turning around to face you. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m not that scary am I?” You joked, trying to stifle a laugh.

Larry looked towards Sal and pulled a face before introducing the two of you. “Sall Face, this is my best friend, Y/N L/N. Y/N L/N, this is my new friend, Sally Face.”

“Sally Face?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Is it because of the prosthetic?”

“Yes!” Sal said, almost a bit too excitedly. He had never had someone call it a prosthetic before, usually people always mistook his prosthetic for a regular mask. Sal couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat as his eyes met yours, they were the most beautiful colour that really brought out your complexion. A smile tugged the corner of his lips underneath the prosthetic.

“Can I just call you Sal?” You asked.

Sal nodded, thanking whatever Gods were out there that his prosthetic hid his reddening cheeks. “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered.

“Look at you two, getting along!” Larry grinned, pulling both of you into his arms. “Best friends, am I right or am I right?”

“Right,” you smiled, nodding at Sal. “I better get to class. Don’t let him be late for class Sal, he likes to skip sometimes.”

Sal nodded at you, watching as you waved at the two boys before walking away. “She’s great,” Larry said to Sal. “I’m sure you’ll get along just fine.”

“I hope so,” Sal mumbled to himself before stuffing his books into his locker and making his way to his first class.

LARRY JOHNSON had been making his way to the lobby of Addison Apartments to see if there was any mail for him or his mother. You were new to the building and was also looking to see if you and your family had mail. Larry eyed you up as you took the letters from the mailbox and flicked through them. “Hi,” he said to gain your attention. “I’m Larry.”

“Hello,” you said, looking away from the post and to the man in front of you. “I’m Y/N.”

Larry stuck his hand out for you to shake, and you did so with a firm grip. He smiled as you shook his hand. “You’re new to the building right?” He asked, waiting for your response.

“Yeah. Just moved in a few days ago with my parents,” you replied, returning your hand to your side.

“How are you finding it?” Larry asked, leaning against the wall, seemingly as cool as a cucumber.

“It’s nice,” you nod. “The apartment could be tidier, but other than that everything seems good.”

Larry chuckled. “Well you’ve just moved in. It’s bound to be a little bit messy.”

“Tell me about it, I can’t wait for it to start feeling like home though,” you say with a shy smile.

“It’ll feel like home before you know it,” Larry reassured you. He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next as he looked you up and down. “Say, do you and your family wanna come round for dinner sometime?” He asked. Your eyes widened at his sudden question but you found yourself nodding, that shy smile still plastered on your lips. “Great!” Larry clapped his hands together. “I’m sure my mother would love to get to know your family.”

“I’m sure my family would love to get to know your mother also,” you said. “Moving hasn’t been easy on them.”

“Bet,” Larry replied with a nod. Within a second, he pulled his phone out of his jean pocket and shoved it towards you. “Add your number and we’ll get to know each other more.”

Shakily, you took his phone from him and put your number into his contacts. “Here you go,” you smiled, handing him back his phone.

“Thanks!” He grinned, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “I’ll get in touch with you soon. Until next time, newbie,” Larry said before turning to walk towards the elevator. His heart was beating like crazy and when he got into the elevator and the doors closed, his knees buckled underneath him from the nerves. He would definitely be texting you later.

TRAVIS PHELPS went to church every week with his father. Today was no different. He went to mass as usual. But then he saw you. You weren’t paying attention to the service and Travis took notice of that before turning his own attention back to his father. After mass, whilst his father socialised with the other church-goers, Travis actively sought you out. When he found you, you were standing in the corner waiting for your family whilst actively chewing on the skin around your nails. He walked over to you quickly, stopping mere centimetres away from you. “You weren’t listening to service,” he said, rather directly.

“No, no I wasn’t,” you said with a shrug. “Who wants to know?”

Travis sucked in a breath. “Travis Phelps wants to know,” his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke.

“Minister Phelps’ son?” You asked, wide eyes.

Travis nodded proudly, puffing his chest up. “Yes.”

“Well, Minister Phelps’ son,” you said, taking a step towards him. “I don’t give a shit.”

Travis took a step back from you, a mixture of pure disgust and bewilderment on his face. “How dare you!” He said loudly. “I could get you kicked out of this church right now for such disgusting language.”

“Do it then, I don’t care,” you replied, sticking your tongue out teasingly.

Travis was shell shocked by your uncaring nature towards the church. “On second thoughts,” he said, stroking his chin. “I don’t think I’ll say anything. It seems like coming to church is enough of a punishment for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s your name?” He asked suddenly.

“Y/N,” you said swiftly.

“Well Y/N,” Travis started. “Enjoy tomorrow’s sermon. I’m sure you’ll truly appreciate it.” He said before walking off proudly to his father. Whatever he meant by that, you were sure you wouldn’t appreciate tomorrow’s sermon, and if anything you were dreading church even more now.

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