#(u asked for a sal)

[youloveamonsterlikeme]

hi sal! what’s your thoughts on if travis was a trans girl..? no matter how you feel for him normally, would you support it?

"I'd be super happy for her! It takes guts to be your true, authentic self. Whatever she would want to do, I'll support her."

[kkbardd]

I read'd your asurei take/headcanon post and whole shit it a fucking amazing post and love the potential dynamic/relationship/toxic yuri that would develop between those two it fantastic now I am dying to read it. So I was wondering if u had recs for any ships that follow this dynamic

yayyyy thank u sm!! but mannnn tbh im just as clueless as u are, im still searching for some more good toxic yuri ships to latch onto T-T if anyone reading this has recs pls lmk too </3

the only yuri pair i know that's the closest dynamic-wise imo is probably the short manga series Ubai Ai by Toyo Totan !!

EDIT: oh damn i completely forgot. if ur ok with bl ships, the one that influenced me a lot is My Beautiful Man (it has a novel but i watched the live action)! its got a huge worship theme that i really like! besides that its not too similar though, vibes only

[daseiins]

Hi I love strange, sad conjurers SO much can you tell me more about Dorian please<3

YES ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!

Dorian’s a total nepo baby who got into Ravenwood because his parents are rich from producing weapons for the Marleybone army and it only kind of shows

He’s got the worst rbf and very rarely talks to people unless they speak to him first, which is super convenient because he works in the Wizard City library to have access to the good textbooks

His boyfriend Lance is his exact opposite in every way—a loud, energetic and friendly storm wizard that everyone seems to know about—but they make it work, especially when they’re fighting together

I also think he rides horses with his two younger sisters. His parents definitely have a ranch property in Avalon or Wallaru or something

Speaking of his little sisters, as the scion of bartleby he’s constantly telling them *not* to be like him. Post graduation his only advice to his sisters going to Ravenwood was to take more classes so Ambrose can’t send you on “extracurricular adventures”

I think him and Cyrus get along well after Dorian grows out of the Gifted Kid Anxiety™️ and they definitely have tea and talk shit together

[fvnnythiings]

🍝🎶🧶!

MUNDAY ASKS ! || accepting.

🍝 — favorite food(s)? : i really like chinese cuisine & sushi, but im also a big fan of meatball subs & a good mushroom & swiss burger !

🎶 — favorite song at the moment? : been rlly fucking w/ bells in santa fe by halsey lately.

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests? : i really like to draw !! i also like to play video games & ride on my skateboard, especially when it’s a little warm outside.

[radioactiveshitstorm]

how did Kepler and Sal meet? were they friendly from the start? :3

Not exactly. :3

Kepler had never been the most socially-inclined person and largely preferred working alone, so when they entered into a short-term contract with a PMC (as local knowledge/a guide) they were pretty unhappy to be working with a whole squad of people.

After about... a month? of working with this squad, Kepler's next task was recon into a dangerous area, taking out a target or two if the opportunity arose, but ultimately Just Scouting. It was decided that sending just two people would be best, so as not to attract attention, and Kepler was allowed to choose which of the PMC's soldiers to take with them.

So they chose the least annoying, which happened to be Sal.

On Sal's side of things, he'd been impressed with Kepler from the start. He'd always kind of admired snipers, but this guy had one eye and was so small that their rifle was almost as tall as they were, and had enough of a reputation that even the CO respected them. So he'd been happy just to watch and assist, keeping to himself as he always did. He wasn't really expecting to be chosen, but admitted it made sense; his drones were built for surveillance, after all.

That week-and-a-half recon trip changed everything. By the end of it, Sal was even more impressed (and crushing hardcore. just a liiiittle bit.), and Kepler... well, they had to admit that having such a reliable spotter did make the job a lot easier. And maybe Sal's company was the tiniest bit enjoyable, enough that they probably wouldn't mind working with him again.

Which they did end up doing, when the job took longer than anticipated and their contract had to be extended. Kepler kept requested Sal as their spotter, Sal kept agreeing to it, and the other operators rolled their eyes and shook their heads, knowing Sal far too well to think this was 100% innocent on his part, and not knowing Kepler enough to realise it was starting to be mutual.

And at the end of a long eight months, success secured and payments doled out, Kepler shouldered their rifle, bid the squad goodbye, and headed home.

With Sal and his freshly-terminated contract right beside them.

[manzanamarim]

One piece for the fandom ask!!! :]

ohhh this one might be difficult!

Character I first fell in love with: Luffy!! his energy was instantly contagious and I wasn't really familiar with any other character

Character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Usopp? within first introduction I wasn't sure but then BAM captain Usopp my beloved. Also Franky if you know his introduction you probably get that lmao but like I LOVE him that's my weird uncle. from *not* the Strawhats I'd say quite a few! villains like Crocodile or Buggy are so iconic to me ajsdad and a lot of the girls are fantastic... Hancock is another one

Character everyone loves but I don’t: is this a safe space to say I am quite indifferent to Kidd... though I think he is quite divisive? unsure. I do like Killer a lot tho so! I still like to see them

Character I love but everyone else hates: damn idk, with a huge fandom and so many characters, everyone has some fans and some haters lol hmmm I think uta is also divisive and idk if you know this but I like her quite a bit ;) OH I like Big Mom! she is fascinating to me in a way

Character I used to love but don’t any longer: idk if there is oe hmmm maybe Señor Pink?

Character I would kiss: NAMI NAMI PLEASE orz ma'am...... one chance <3 also!! Reiju, Ace, Yamato (my beloveddd), Corazón, Kikuuuuu, and who knows.... maybe...... even sanj- no, I shan't say

Character I want to slap: Sanji but like, with love <3 what is wrong with him. with hate tho? Akainu, Blackbeard, Spandam (he is delightfully hateable), Judge idk

A pairing I love: FROBINNN THEY ARE SO CUTE!! I also love me a Sanji ship ngl, personal faves with Ace, Pedro, Gin (who remembers my man Gin when will he return from the war sobs), hhmm Law, Usopp, Luffy, zoro ofc but we get plenty of content for that one, etc etc. I also like yamaace they're so cute, and I've seen some lovely yamato x hiyori stuff I was like oh??? and most importantly NAMI X MYSELF (I am mostly joking) I love Nami collecting more girlfriends in every arc too...

A pairing I hate: hmmm hate is too strong a word but I don't really Vibe with most luffy ships unless they are very queerplatonic(? ig would be the term? he is my aroace king idk it has to fit a specific Energy and then I like it asjdadj gawd it's hard to explain... also I am not personally into like, namixluffy or zoroxrobin ya know?

I could name a lot more in each category but this is already long enough!! Nami call me

[mystmarten]

OUGHHH listening to ur last album again and those last two songs are hitting hard.... i think city sounds might be my new fave of yours. Feeling the vibe big time after moving

Daisies is fantastic and u should be v v v proud my dude

SORRY I wasn't ignoring this I just genuinely dont know how to respond to stuff like this kfbsjdjd im glad u like it oaaghjj that song was a last minute addition bc I had literally Just moved and it felt like a good thing to end on lol ....

[chericheribaby]

hey loopsie!

for the ask game: what are your go to sleepover snacks? :)

sal!!! im just getting your asks *crying emoji* but i will answer them anyway!!

Okay so, my go-to is always salty popcorn (i too like caramel but only the cinema one) and since we eat everything with spice where i live i put hot sauce over the salty popcorn and if I'm feeling cheeky, a little squeeze of lime and tajín (not for everyone i know but is good for my mexican ass) and some Coke or any carbonated beverage, really.

But if I'm honest i have more snacks when i actually do sleepovers so, one of them is an infamous bowl of chips with different kinds of chips and tons of hot sauces and spicy candy to boot. Is really good!! (for us) but yeah, that's about it :)

[zincbot]

1. 6. 9. And a secret off menu question: what's your favorite die or combo of dice to roll and why

Topic: DND

1. JAY ASKED ME FIRST. I GOTTA ROLL 1D10 TO GET A NEW QUESTION:

7!!!

7. Have you had any other special interests before? What were they?

Yes! Before DND, I was obsessed forever and ever with Bugs. I've always been kind of a "topic" autist. I used to use my time on the family computer to search up images and facts about bugs and put them together in presentations I would force my dad to listen to. So. I still love bugs, and the interest served me well for a good near decade.

6. You know the drill! Too Slow!

3!!!!

3. Does it make you happy or sad when other people have the same special interest as you?

I was gonna say happy cause I love talking abt dnd forever and ever. But actually it depends on who. I hate talking about things I actually like with people like my coworkers. Because I'm deep undercover as Normalman McNormalson. And I can't be as genuine as I want to be. But also I wish everyone loved it as much as me.

9. Are there any parts of your special interest that you dont like?

YES! Dnd is Not the be-all-end-all TTRPG that people make it out to be. Try other games. Please. Also I've been lucky enough to exclusively play with gay people but there's a huge portion of the player base who doesn't approach the game the same way I do At All. And don't even get me started on the biases lent by the game's base worldbuilding. I also secretly hate DndBeyon- (I am dragged away)

EDIT: I FORGOT TO ANSWER THE BONUS QUESTION. UH. 1D100. I LIKE MORE OPTIONS.

[pirunika]

also I splurged and bought stickers ~ I'll re'design' my phone

[youloveamonsterlikeme]

O O G

B O O G

"... I'm normal now."

[taraxacum-vulpes]

the day i scrape together like $50 JUST for makeup is the day i'll be complete.

[jadipose]

Big wriggly belly is RIPE for rubbing.

achy squirmy hurty belly need hands o+n it... feel ho+w full I am, feel ho+w much wo+rk this thing is putting in...

[beababoobies]

ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!

i need sal so bad its an actual problem

just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)

mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them

hes so shy and nervous and awkward but he’s having the time of his life, watching the reader’s reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers

GOD DAMN.

would love if u wrote this mootie 🫶🏼🫶🏼 no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)

(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes 🙏)

hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and I’m loving it, also cus you’re AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.) 

Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, c’mon), hold the moan trope

The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.

Since it was Larry’s last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours. 

You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larry’s old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing. 

That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which should’ve been fine.

In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you could’ve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashley’s hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you would’ve let out.

“you okay?” Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Sal’s hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight. 

But that’s when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldn’t even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you. 

That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisa’s old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones. 

Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you. 

“S-sal..” you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. “P-please baby, need you so bad..” you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.

“N-no, you know how thin these walls are - I’m sorry about earlier, but..” he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. That’s when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard he’s concerned it might bleed. You can’t help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck. 

He doesn’t say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet ‘fuck.’ Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. “G-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..” he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.

He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for. 

His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.

The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. It’s driving him beyond insane, to the point he’s thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didn’t bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didn’t cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it.  

“B-baby.” He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. “C-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, ‘s so sensitive. Need you so bad.” He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. “Just wann’ cum inside you, please…” he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.

Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick. 

He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.

He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop. 

“m-me too, fuck, me too, me too ‘m gonna cum, ‘s too tight, ‘s so warm.” He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him. 

He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Sal’s abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.

 “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” 

[ifangirlalot]

if ur still taking requests i would love to see submissive miles fairchild or sal fisher, the thought of either writhing under u, whiny and needy is just too good

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐁!𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild & sal fisher

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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: sub boyfriend, dom reader, tip rubbing, edging, degradition, orgasm denial, dick riding, face sitting

OMG! FINALLY I WAS HOPING I'D GET A SAL REQUEST! nnnnyahhh

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┊ ˚➶ ｡Miles Fairchild ˚ ☁️

Miles is sputtering beneath me, his eyelids fluttering almost helplessly as he babbles incoherently with every up and down motion of my body. Despite how controlling and demanding he is, how intimidating he is, it surprisingly wasn't very hard to turn into a whimpering, stuttering mess. Turns out, it's a lot easier to do so when he isn't actually in the house. Quint's influence can't touch him if he's not on the property.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love Miles fucking me into submission and degrading me to the fullest, but it's so amazing that I could reduce a headstrong, controlling, dominant force into nothing more than a pile of whimpering, begging filth.

Slowly, I reach my hand down and wrap it around his throbbing cock, pressing my thumb against his clothed tip. In response, Miles let out a surprisingly high pitched whine, his back arching slightly. "A-ah.. oh no, Mistress.. n-no, not there, I don't wanna cum yet.. n-no please.." he begs softly, eyes still squeezed shut as though he's afraid of he looks at me his cock will explode with cum.

"Hush." I say gently, yet firmly. I've quickly discovered that Miles prefers to be praised, which fits well with the person that he is. Miles normally doesn't like to be told he's doing something wrong. It wounds his otherwise enormous ego. Which is what I want. Ignoring him, I go back to rubbing his leaking tip through his boxers.

"No, Miss! P-pleaseeeee..! Oh please, I'll do anything just please don't make me cum.. I want your pussy, I want your boobs, please.. oh GOD please!" Miles continues to beg. I roll my eyes like it's a chore for me and slowly pull his boxers down to his knees, allowing his fully erect dick to bounce out, almost hitting his stomach. For such a skinny guy, Miles is packing some heat down there. If Miles were in charge, he'd be making me tell him how big it is. Except now, I'm the one in charge, and that brings a smirk to my face.

Miles let out another tiny whimper, and I can feel him watching my face, trying to gauge my reaction to his cock, so hard and ready for me. But I keep my face blank and impassive on purpose, just to beat his ego a little.

"I-it's big.. right Mistress?.." Miles finally asks, tentatively.

It is big. It's really big, actually. But the point of this whole scenario is to humble him, so I shrug, which damn near brings Miles to tears, based on his hurt look. But he very noticeably doesn't use the safe word I gave him, so... Maybe he kinda likes being put in his place?

"Size doesn't matter, my love. Now shut up and I'm gonna ride you, okay?" I smirk and reach for the pack of condoms in Miles's nightstand. Miles doesn't like to use condoms, he says he doesn't like the feel of latex on his cock. But, just tonight, I'm going to make him wear a condom. In all seriousness, if he's going to accidentally knock me up, I'd rather it be on one of the nights he's railing me straight into his bed.

When he sees where my hand is going, he whines in protest and starts to squirm. "Oh no.. n-no, ma'am, please no condom, y-you know I don't like them, please.."

"You'll wear it and you'll fucking like it or you'll have to use your hand." I say firmly, my jaw set.

Miles whimpers and squirms more, begging a little more feebly now. "B-but.. you like t-to.. f-feel my.. my cum.." He gulps as I pull out a single packet and rip it open. He whimpers again, knowing that he's lost.

"Shut up, or I'll stuff my underwear into your mouth to shut you up myself." I say, my voice low and commanding.

Miles's face goes bright red and he moans lowly, a shudder ripping through his body.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

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┊ ˚➶ ｡Sal Fisher ˚ ☁️

"Pleasepleaseplease, just.. just let me.. please I want to, I-I want.." Sal's words are coated with a whimper. Drool pooling out of his heavily scarred mouth. His prosthetic lays on the bedside table, the straps hanging limply over the edge. Without his mask, he can't stop drooling, due to the hole torn into the side of his cheek. Most people would think his face is grotesque, but to me it's weirdly beautiful.

Sal's hands are tied together to the bedframe, his lean body squirming underneath mine.

"Shh.. shh.. not right now, we're only just starting, baby.." I say softly, cupping his cheek as my thumb caresses his cheek. My affection makes him whine quietly as he pushes his face against my hand, seeking more. I smile and slowly pull my hand away. I put my hands on his sides to hold him steady as I slowly start to ride him a little harder. He writhes under me and moans out loudly, pushing his hips quickly against mine.

"Mommy.. mommy.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseee.. Gonna.. gonna cum.. m-mm.. I g-gotta.." Sal's adorably pathetic whines almost make me want to give in... but no. That would be too kind. I can see his hands struggling against the restraints, trying to reach out to touch me. His one real eye is glazed over with tears, like he's trying to coax me into untying his hands so he can grab me and hold me against him while he fucks himself into me.

I wrap my hand around his wrists and hold them tight while I bounce my hips quickly. "Don't you cum, Sally. If you cum we'll have to keep going until I want to stop."

He moans loudly and shakes his head in a somewhat lazy way. "N-nuh.. nuh.. oh please no, c-can't take it.."

Eventually, I slowly pull myself off him. His cock is so coated with fluids, both his and mine, that it's shiny with it. I smirk and grab a handful of his electric blue hair and hold his head down as I slowly sink onto his face.

Sal is really good at having his face ridden.

His tongue immediately gets to work swirling around. I moan quietly and tilt my head back, my mouth dropping open in pleasure. "Oh yeah.. that's my good boy.."

His tongue is coated with moisture and it's cold, which makes it all the more better. I rock my hips quicker, clutching his hair harder, causing him to whimper muffledly against my pussy.

Oh, this is going to be an incredibly fun night for me.

[leashybebes]

for love in stereo, I keep thinking of Tommy and Buck sending dirty pics to Sal while he's away on some conference or seminar that would take like three days, mainly featuring Tommy's hands on/in various parts of Buck's body, and Buck's mouth on different parts of Tommy. They don't even add captions, just a warning at the start not to look at the pictures in company 😏

and they send it on the first day he's away so he has to seethe about it until he can get home to his men and make them pay

almost a month late, but hey, here's some smut in return for this very inspiring ask! 2.2k, e, buck and tommy are little shits, sal loves them ever so much, dirty photos and a smattering of daddy kink, just them being their best most annoying selves

"What the fuck was the point of landing a pilot if I still have to fly fucking commercial?" Sal grumbles.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to steal a helicopter and fly you to Seattle?" Tommy asks, taking a swig from the obscenely large coffee Buck had gone to fetch for all three of them when the delay to Sal's flight had been announced. 

"Yes, actually," Sal says, digging his knuckles into Tommy's thigh.

From the other side of him, Buck pipes up, "That would be really hot, actually."

"Me losing my job is attractive to you?"

"Yeah," Buck grins, his eyes sleepy but his smile bright. "Be our kept man."

"You couldn't afford me, honey," Tommy tells him.

"Pretty sure Captain Deluca's good for it," Buck says, his voice heavy with flirtation, and Sal has to laugh. God, he's gonna miss these two dipshits so much, never mind that it's only a week.

Like he's reading Sal's mind, Tommy taps their ankles together and says, "Hey."

"What's up?"

"We'll miss you," Tommy tells him and Buck lets out an unhappy sigh of agreement, shuffling as close as the awful ass-numbing chairs will allow to drop his head onto Sal's shoulder.

Sal puts his arm around Tommy's shoulders and pushes him in to kiss his temple, turns awkwardly to kiss the top of Buck's head.

"I'll miss you guys too. Don't get into too much trouble without me."

"We'll get into exactly the right amount of trouble," Buck promises.

"That's my boys," Sal says.

"Yeah," Tommy agrees.

Finally, boarding for Sal's flight gets called, a full hour after it was meant to take off.

"Jesus, I'm gonna be so late getting to the hotel," Sal grumbles.

He stoops to grab his carry on bag, but Tommy gets there first, swinging it over his shoulder. Buck puts his arm around Sal's waist and Sal has to smile. Clearly he's getting a two-man escort as far as is legally possible.

Tommy's slow to hand over the bag when they get there and Sal grabs for it in the end, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon, enough with the eyes, I can't handle this puppy shit from both of you. It's only a week."

Buck exaggerates his pout on purpose and Sal has to laugh, using one hand to squeeze his cheeks to puff his lips out even more and plants a kiss onto them. He turns to Tommy and reels him in for a kiss too before Tommy drags Buck into join them in an embrace and Sal lets himself be squeezed between them for a long moment.

"Alright," he says finally. "Look after each other."

And then he leaves them behind to get on a plane full of grumpy assholes to go to a conference which, while it will include some interesting workshops, will mostly contain people Sal would cross the street to avoid in any other circumstances. That he'll be a thousand miles away from his boys when they have an incredibly rare overlapping three days off coming up later in the week only serves to worsen his already sour mood.

By the time he lands and switches his phone back on, there are already three messages in their group chat. The first is a shot of Tommy captured in the middle of rolling his eyes in the Fat Burger nearest their place. The table between them is scattered with wrappers, one bearing a smear of egg yolk, the other a stray pickle.

Miss u! Buck has written.

The next message is just a text from Tommy: let us know when you land.

Then after that, another photo, from Tommy this time, an awkward angled selfie that shows the two of them on the couch, Buck tucked into the crook of Tommy's arm, fast asleep, mouth open and drooling on Tommy's shirt.

Post-burger slump. He lasted maybe ten minutes. Love you.

While he's waiting for his hotel transport, Sal shoots off a reply.

Landed, heading to the hotel now. Thomas you better steal me that helicopter for the return journey or we're starting a new life in Seattle. You two better be in bed by now btw. Do not sleep on the couch the whole time I'm gone. Love you guys. 

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Sal wakes up gritty-eyed and grumpy the next morning. He drinks terrible hotel-room coffee while he's in the shower, thinking longingly of the expensive coffee machine he'd razzed Tommy so bad about buying and the jug of cold brew that always takes up space in their fridge.

He checks his phone after his shower and while their group chat has been quiet since last night, there is a single message in his chat with Buck.

Wish you were here, the message says, accompanied by a surprisingly tasteful photo that nonetheless sends Sal's pulse skyrocketing. Tommy's big hand wrapped around Evan's hip, the contrast between Tommy's work-roughened paw and Evan's pale, secret skin makes Sal want, desperately, to be there with them.

It only came through while he was in the bathroom, and the idea that he's missing out, not just in general but right now specifically makes him feel a little crazy.

Tease, he sends back, and the bubbles pop up immediately.

He's still asleep :(

Don't know why you ever thought you could get by with just one person, you horny little shit

Want u so bad

Wake him up, Sal sends. Tell him I said he needs to take care of you properly

OK daddy

Little shit, Sal thinks fondly. Buck only uses that word when he's feeling especially needy. Sal resists the temptation to send Tommy a passive aggressive list of ways he needs to take care of their boy, because if he goes down that route he's going to be late for registration and worse, miss out on any semi-decent breakfast offerings.

He texts Buck instead, one last message: Have fun, sweetheart. You can tell me all about it when I call tonight.

With that, Sal dresses and heads down to the conference suite, trying to look like a responsible fire captain ready to learn about the latest developments in fire science and rescue gear, rather than a guy being long-distance tortured by his boyfriends.

Breakfast is about what he's come to expect from these kinds of things so he loads up on greasy hashbrowns and grabs an apple in deference to Buck's increasingly snide comments about his cholesterol.

The keynote speaker is a stone-cold badass - she's a deputy fire chief from Detroit who came up during the city bankruptcy, and Sal's genuinely pretty spellbound as she talks about how they jerry-rigged alarm systems using everything from soda cans to fucking fax machines. It's not often that Sal feels positive about the state of the LAFD, but godddamn.

He knows Buck would love that shit, so after her speech wraps up he spends a few minutes searching up old articles about that whole mess to send over to him. He's heading into a session that promises to be a lot less interesting when his phone vibrates and he risks a glance. The message is from Tommy and it says don't answer if you're not alone.

Motherfucker.

Heading into a session, he sends back.

Too bad, he gets in reply. Evan wanted to video call.

Sal doesn't know anyone else who can be so fucking smug over text message. He sends back, you better take good care of him for me then and tunes back into the talk before he can get any more distracted.

The workshop wraps up, and then it's straight into a demo of some new search and rescue equipment which makes Sal both light up with glee and want to dickpunch the brass one at a time until they free up some actual funds. In the brief gap between the end of the demo and the buffet lunch, Sal checks his phone again. The group chat is positively flooded with notifications and he ducks outside to find a little bit of privacy. 

Since the video call was a bust, we thought you might appreciate these. Not for public consumption, Tommy has sent.

The photos start out…not innocent as such, but maybe more PG-13 than R rated. The first is Buck from the waist up, bare chested and sprawled out against their dark blue sheets, grinning up at the camera. One of Tommy's hands is on his chest, tagging him down against the mattress. 

Things take a turn a few photos in - it would look innocuous to anyone else maybe, just Tommy's big hand cupping Buck's face. But Sal can tell from the angle that Buck's on his knees. Plus, he has the fuck-drunk look in his eyes that he only gets after he's already cum at least once. More than that, even, Tommy's thumb is spit-shiny to the first knuckle and Buck's mouth is red and pouting. From there, it's a dizzying array of shots of the two of them, a lot of them zoomed in far enough that anyone else would struggle to tell them apart, to figure out whose hand that is pressing fingertip bruises into whose thigh, whether the bite mark has been pressed into Tommy's shoulder or Buck's, which of them the soft inner thigh made red with stubble burn belongs to. Sal can tell every single time and it's making him feel crazy.

Plenty of the photos are a lot less subtle - the head of Tommy's cock resting on Evan's pink tongue, three of Tommy's thick fingers inside Buck's ass, Tommy's hand wrapped around Buck's cock, slow ribbons of cum dribbling down from the head.

The final pictures are a handful of shots of Buck with his back to the camera, riding Tommy like his life depends on it. The line of Tommy's torso is visible in some of the pictures, the cradle of his hips in most of them. In a few, Buck's halfway through bouncing either up or down, and Sal can see the slick rod of Tommy's cock being swallowed up by his ass. In one particularly memorable one, Buck's looking back over his shoulder at the camera, pink tongue caught between his teeth, Tommy's free hand clenched tight on his hip.

Screw starting a new life in Seattle, Sal is gonna die before he ever makes it home if they keep this up.

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He ends up calling them later than he'd been hoping, having been roped into getting drinks with a few of the attendees. Normally it would have been fun - Sal's not much of a networker, but this is more just bitching with a bunch of people at his own level. But the whole time he's itching to get back to his shitty little hotel room so he can call Buck and Tommy. He's so fucking whipped, he realizes, not for the first time.

When he finally slips away, he spends the elevator ride up to his room sending Buck the links he gathered earlier. As soon as the door shuts behind him, he hits dial on a video call. He's called Tommy on reflex, but it's Buck who answers, shirtless in bed with a brilliant smile on his face.

"Hey, gorgeous," Sal says, and can't even be a little embarrassed at how soft and fond it comes out.

"Hey," Buck says. "Tommy's in the shower. How was your day?"

"Eh," Sal says, flopping onto the bed. "Keynote was good. I sent you some links."

"Yeah?" The image on Sal's screen wobbles for a second and when Buck rematerializes he's holding his own phone, already mid-scroll.

"Oh, cool! God, I mean it sucks that they had to, but that's amazing that they could."

"Hey," Sal says gently. "Back in the room, huh?"

"Sorry! Yep, I'm here. Did you like our photoshoot, daddy?"

God, he's going to give Sal whiplash in the best possible way, going from nerding out about old news stories to wide eyed tease in the space of a heartbeat.

"That wasn't a photoshoot, baby, that was just straight up porn."

Buck laughs and shrugs, looking impish. "Potato potahto," he says. "We just missed you, is all."

"I miss you guys, too."

"That Sal?" he hears Tommy call from somewhere offscreen. If Buck's suddenly wide eyes are anything to go by, he's done that thing he does where he oh so casually strolls in from the bathroom with nothing but a too-small towel to preserve what Sal guesses has to be called his modesty.

"Sure is," Sal says. "The two of you are in deep shit when I get home, by the way."

"Yeah?" Tommy asks, miles of naked chest coming into view. Sal refuses to be derailed, but Buck's another story, the camera angle going wonky all over again.

"Deep. Shit," Sal promises.

"Big words for a man a thousand miles away," Tommy says.

"Yeah, well, you know I'm good for it," Sal says.

"Well," Tommy says, plucking the phone from Buck's hand. There's a seasickness-inducing moment of shaky-cam bullshit before Tommy gets it propped up in a way that gives Sal a very promising view of the whole bed. "If we're already in trouble, we better make it worth our while, huh?"

"Yeah," Sal says, settling back against the headboard. "Guess you better had."