《Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)》Possessive Sal x Reader (pt.18)
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"Sal, I would like to give you your nose back," I announce. "You know why?"
"No," he moves my legs apart to sit between them while I play video games.
"Because it seems to be in my business."
"Too late now."
I get up to my knees and rest my upper arms on his shoulders when I see red dots appear on the map in the bottom left of the screen. I groan and start shooting. I will definitely be bringing more tonics next time I do a blood-money mission.
"Come on! There's like fifteen of these guys and one of me, and I don't even have any cover!" I shout and slightly lean forward, pressing my chest against Sal's back. I end up dying (shocker), and flop back with a sigh when I do. "Story mode is so much better than online," I groan.
"How are you supposed to shoot twelve people?" even Sal is appalled.
"Dunno."
"This is a stupid game, I think we should do something else."
"It's not stupid, it's just annoying and unfair. What is your proposal?"
"Well, I was thinking I could do you."
"I meant something more or less along the lines of me braiding your hair," I chuckle.
"No. We are not doing that again."
"Pleaaase?" I beg.
"No."
"Fine. Can I make you wear something cool then?"
"...I don't know why I'm agreeing to this."
"I do! It's because I have the coolest clothes and some will probably fit you because I tend to buy things online that aren't true to size!" I exclaim and drop the controller to yank Sally Face up from my bed.
"I thought you meant from what I own," he groans.
"As much as I want to, I won't make you wear a skirt, so don't worry," I laugh and push him into my bathroom. "Wait here."
I immediately grab a selection of rings and a necklace, a chain for his jeans, and a white button-up I recently got in the mail, which turned out to be too big. What else...? Oh, I know. I grab some red nail polish and a red bandaid to balance out his jeans.
I hurry back to the bathroom, where Sal is waiting, "Most of this is self-explanatory, bandaid goes somewhere above the waist." I beam and hold out the clothes.
"I'm not painting my nails again," he takes it and gives me back the red bottle.
"Fine. Since you're only changing your-"
"Yes," Sal sets down the stuff on the counter.
"Picture? Please? To make things even?"
"...Fine."
"Thank you," I grin and take out my phone.
He pulls off his shirt with a sigh. I manage to get a pretty awesome action shot and shove my phone in my pocket. Sal leans over to kiss my forehead, shirt in hand. I turn pink instantly, which only makes him smile.
"Can I put stickers on your mask?" I look up at him.
"Maybe later," my boyfriend replies and tugs on the shirt from the counter.
"Nevermind then."
He chuckles and buttons up the shirt while watching me. I feel my cheeks flush as I avert my gaze to the floor.
"Weren't you the one who asked to watch?"
"Yeah," I mumble.
"So why are you getting all shy now?" he smiles.
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"I didn't know you'd be watching me."
"When am I not staring at you?" he laughs.
"Good point," I chuckle and finally look back up at him.
"What time is it?" Sal asks as he puts on the silver chain.
"5:48," I reply after checking my phone.
"Sounds like just enough time to force you to wear whatever I want," the boy smirks.
"Uhh... No."
"Then I'll just put my shirt back on and you can delete-"
"Fine! I can't believe you would threaten me with destroying this masterpiece that is your outfit," I scoff and put the red bandaid over the nose of his mask.
"Sorry," Sally Face laughs and pushes the last ring on his finger. "Come on, I'm happy I don't have to think about layers."
He practically drags me into my room and holds my hand the entire time he pokes around. He seems to be particularly interested in leg accessories, and it makes me feel like a proud parent, even though it's not for the same reasons as me.
"Aren't these the ridiculously expensive socks you bought and said you love more than yourself?" he picks up a pair of socks from the box of brand items I own.
"Yeah, they're from the Sugar Cross set by Angelic Pretty."
"How much did you pay for them again? Including shipping?"
"Uhh don't worry about it."
Sal snickers and picks up a pair of red thigh-highs from a different bin and a pink thigh strap garter with a matching choker. He pulls me over to my bed and looks at me expectantly.
"I- fine," I sigh and take off the socks I'm wearing. My boyfriend pulls me on his lap to tug on the red socks easier.
"Stand," he commands. I stand and face him. He pulls one of my legs up a bit to wrap the pink leather strap around it and connect it to my sock. "Too tight?"
I shake my head and reach for the choker, but Sally Face pushes my hand away and points down. I kneel down in front of him with a slightly pink face so he can put on the necklace. He's gotten good at putting chokers on, I'll give him that.
"Too tight?"
"No. Can I get up?"
"Yep. Good boy/little one/girl."
I get up and quickly put away the socks I was wearing before to avoid meeting his eyes. Apparently, it doesn't matter how many times he calls me that, I'm just always going to blush. I pull on a pair of white Converse and Sal grabs his black ones on the way out.
"I'm just warning you, my dad isn't much of a cook," Sal mumbles as he lets us into his apartment.
"Hey, kids," Mr. Fisher greets us.
"Hello, Mr. Fisher. Thank you for inviting me," I smile politely.
"Anytime, Y/n. You know, Sal talk about you a lot," he winks at me as my boyfriend and I take our places at the table.
"All good things, I hope," I chuckle.
"Of course. I'm glad I finally get to formally meet the person/girl/boy he's so-"
Sal clears his throat and glares at the both of us. It takes every ounce of self restraint in my body to hold down a snicker. The food isn't bad at all, despite the boy's remark. Henry asks about my hobbies, which leads to a nice discussion.
Sal's hand has been on my knee the whole time, but he's now sliding it to the inside of my thigh. Don't blush, deep breaths. Keep your cool. I know exactly what Sally Face is trying to do. I discreetly push his hand off my leg, but he just puts it back higher up and squeezes my thigh. I look down at my plate to hide my face and focus on the cool surface of the metal rings.
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"Is everything okay?" Sal's dad asks.
"Oh- yeah, sorry. I've just had a long day, so I'm a little out of it," I plaster a smile on my face and look up. Technically, it's not a lie.
"I see. Oh, my boss is calling me. Sorry, but I have to take this," he sighs and presses a button on his phone screen as he walks to his room and closes the door.
"You got lucky," Sal smirks at me.
"You're so mean," I grumble and cover my red face.
"I don't know about mean, but I love messing with you."
"I don't."
"That's just because I'm the one who isn't trying to hold in whimpers," he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I suddenly realize where his hand is, though, and let out a squeak of surprise as my hands fall from my face.
"Get your hand out of my shorts," I hiss. He removes it and continues to smile at me slyly. What on Earth am I supposed to do with this boy?
"You're so cute," Sal says.
"I'm on the verge of biting you," I scowl.
"Oh yeah? You know what the punishment for biting is?" he raises his brows at me and the smile is wiped from his face. "No touching me for a whole day and you can't tell me no. Unless it's about consent, or I tell you to touch me."
"That's too much."
"Well, you don't have to worry about it if you don't bite me, puppy," Sal adjusts his grip on my thigh.
"No. There's no way you wouldn't let me touch you for a whole day," I scoff.
"Do you really want to test it?" he says in a low voice.
I stand up and Sal lets go of me. I go behind his chair and push the hair covering his neck out of the way. Then I lean down and bite his neck. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to get my point across.
"Punishment starts tomorrow. Every time you break a rule, you have to do something for me," he grabs the ring on my choker and tugs it downward so we're making eye contact.
I nod.
"Use your words, puppy."
"Yes sir."
- Time skip to the next day because I'm lazy -
"Morning, pet," Sal lifts me up from his bed.
"Put me down," I groan and try to push his arms off of me.
"You've already broken both rules once," he clicks his tongue.
"What...? Oh," I take my hands away from him and rub my eyes.
"Normally I would give you a free pass since you just woke up, but I have a couple things I need you to do," Sal walks into the kitchen and sets me down on the counter.
"What is it?" I sigh.
"One, don't give me any more attitude, because you're calling me 'sir' again. Two, write three paragraphs explaining why you have to listen to me. Each paragraph should be one reason. Got it?" he hands me a notebook and pen.
"Genuine question, is the last thing a joke, sir?" I take the items from him.
"Does it look like I'm joking?" Sal crosses his arms.
"No sir."
"Then start writing," he says. I frown and hop down from the counter to sit somewhere more appropriate, but he just puts me back. "I didn't say you could move. If I find out you did while I was in the shower, you're only going to get it worse."
He kisses my cheek and grabs some clothes from his room before going into the bathroom. I groan as soon as the door shuts. This is stupid. Whatever, I should just get it over with. I manage to get the first paragraph done and start the second before Sal comes over to see my progress. He pats my head and gives me a cookie.
"Why?"
"Because you haven't eaten yet. Keep writing, you're not done."
"Go put a shirt on, sir," I laugh and take a bite.
"Just because you said that, no," he grins and sits on the counter next to me.
I finish the second paragraph easily, but the last one takes me a few minutes. Nevertheless, I finish with a sigh. That taught me abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
"Done."
"Let me see."
I give Sal the notebook and set the pen down beside me. He reads it quickly and closes it. The taller boy looks at me and says nothing for a while.
"You didn't say what my reasons had to be, sir," I stare back at him with a satisfied smile.
"I can't believe you wrote a whole paragraph about fragile masculinity."
"... Please don't make me redo it, sir."
"I won't now, but if you do something like that again, I will. Very well-written, good job," he laughs and pats my head. "Alright, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Honestly... I really want pizza. I don't care how early it is."
"Now I do too. Don't forget to say 'sir,'" he chuckles.
"Oh- yes sir."
"I'm just gonna order it. What do you want?"
"[Insert whatever], please, sir."
"Alright," he sends a quick text and suddenly picks me up. I let out a startled yelp and hold onto him tightly. Dude, what the fuck?! "Ah- sorry. I'm not going to drop you."
I let go of his shoulders with a sigh. Sal gently sets me down. He sits on his bed and leans his back against the wall. He motions for me to sit between his legs, so I do it.
"I'm not gonna bite you. I should be scared, actually," he chuckles and pulls me closer so I'm leaning on him, my shoulders against his chest, while his arms are wrapped around my torso.
"Can I hold your hand? Please, sir?" I ask.
"No, sorry. By the way, why do you hate Micah so much? He helped you-"
"Shut the fuck up and never say that again," I interrupt. "He killed Arthur, and that's not even the tip of the iceberg of reasons I'd sell him to Satan for a corn chip. He only helped to gain trust that he would later betray."
"That's... actually a really good reason, but you're still in trouble, pet."
"I don't care. Don't ever defend Micah Bell again."
"On your knees. Now."
"What about the food, sir?"
"Take your shirt off, too. Don't question me again or it's gonna get worse."
I sigh and get off the bed to kneel in front of him. I take off my shirt and Sal pushes my neck down a bit to put on the choker I'd been wearing.
- Timeskip because I'm asexual and uncomfy aha -
"Good boy/girl/little one swallowing," he leans down while pull the ring on my choker up to kiss my forehead and wipe the tears from my face. "Next time you'll be doing this and writing more than three paragraphs, just so you know."
"Yes sir," I pant softly. He lets go and we put our clothes back on (well, except for his shirt). This time I grab my sweater, because his room is kind of cold, and I'm only wearing a tank top. Plus, he wasn't giving off much heat.
"So what did you learn?" he asks, pulling me back on the bed to our original position.
"Nothing, sir."
"Do you want to rephrase that, puppy?" he lays a hand on my inner thigh.
"I shouldn't tell you to shut the fuck up," I sigh. I didn't say I wouldn't do it, though.
"Mhm," he places a hand on either side of my waist and hugs me tightly.
"Sa- uh, sir, I think someone is knocking on the door," I alert him.
"Piggyback?" Sally Face offers.
"Hell yeah, sir."
He grabs a twenty from his dresser and hoists me up after putting it in my hand. I loop an arm around his neck and laugh the entire way to the door. We make a quick exchange, and I set the pizza down on the table. Sal then sets me down and takes the box to sit on the floor.
"I would ask questions, but last time I did, I got in trouble," I furrow my brows and sit next to him. He hands me a slice and takes off his mask.
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