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Inmate Sal x f!reader ~ PenPal (HC's)

18+/CW: SFW with a dash of NSFW. PenPal turned Romantic. Reader is female and of age (adult).

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This is something I thought of and I'm hoping it doesn't turn out awful. I know that no one's perfect when it comes to writing anything but.. *exhale* here we go.

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✯ (How it Started): You're close friend had told you about inmate penpal's, they would read you their letters of what their penpal would write and it sparked an interest if you wanting to have a penpal.

✯ After getting set up and registering for a penpal, to your luck you manage to get Sal. It started off as (surprisingly) friendly back and forth conversation. It felt as if you were talking with an old friend you haven't seen in years, you would write Sal about your day, what you plans you had, college and other normie things. Sal would write to you about his day and what goes on in prison. (ex: riots, stabbings, etc.) The usual of what happens in a prison.

✯ You would eventually send Sal a photo of yourself after some time of talking and getting to know each other via letters, you slipped your photo in with the most recent letter you sent off to him. Once he got that letter and opened it, seeing your gorgeous face.. something changed in him.

✯ Sal was infatuated with you. Truth behold.. Sal was starting to gain feelings for you, strong romantic and sexual feelings. To admit, there were a few times Sal beat his cock silly to the photo of you, he felt shame afterwards, perverted too. He would imagine that it was you on your hands and knees, sucking his thick cock, taking it as deep as it would go down your tiny throat. The things he wanted to do to you... and you didn't even know it. Yet.

✯ Sal would manage to send a photo of himself to you (making a trade with another inmate), he would also slip his photo into his recent letter he sent off to you. Once you got it, you got to see him. Yes, you've seen mugshots of him before but that was along time ago and this was recent. He was.. handsome, he looked quite mysterious. His prosthetic made you feel.. tingly. You wanted to see more of him, especially his face. That would be asking for too much.

✯ The both you would still have conversations but there would also be.. "interesting" conversation. You would engage first with the explicit talk: "I have to be honest Sal.. I played with myself to your photo. I really want you inside of me, I really.. just want you to break me til' I'm unable to walk or form a sentence." You wrote in one letter. In return, Sal would praise you, call you his "good girl", his. Only his.

. . "You make me go feral inside of my cell. You're all I can think about, day and night, princess. I really want to feel your skin, you look so soft." . .

. . "In the showers when I'm alone. All I can think about is wanting to shower with you, our bare skin pressed together as we get each other clean." . .

. . "How are you doing today, princess? Did you remember to eat today? How were your finals today, too? I hope you did your best on it, you're my smart girl." . .

✯ I forgot to mention: Aside from the usual conversation and sexual talk/teasing of each other. Sal would regularly make sure you were eating, making your bed, brushing your teeth, just overall genuinely caring about you. Sal doesn't see you as his "little fuck toy" he sees you as his princess. His precious girl to care for you, he desperately wishes he wasn't behind bars so he can be with you. Sal has never felt this way in a long time with anyone, he's been through so much. Sal is quite surprised you feel the same way towards him.

✯ Being in love with an inmate and yes, a murderer despite him not having a choice. You loved the man, you shared personal things with him, shared many things with him actually. If only there was a way to get him out, to get him his freedom he deserved so badly.

✯ In your recent letters, you and Sal scheduled a meetup at Nockfell Prison. You two would finally see each other face-to-face for the first time. It made the both your hearts beat and flutter like there was no tomorrow, he had so much to tell you and you, the same. You'd finally be able to see his beautiful face (even if it's his prosthetic). It was a face you'd grow to love.

... Bonus!!🎉 (18+) 🥵

✯ Remember how you and Sal would send each other photos yourselves? Well, yes, the both of you would send naughty pictures to each other too.

✯ Sal loved when you would send photos of your naked body. He yearned to touch your curves, feel your breasts and squeeze them in his large hands. He wanted to feel every inch of you.

✯ I do think at one point Sal had manage to photograph his cock (a dick pic lol) and when you saw the image - THIS MAN IS HUNG. You always wondered how big or what it looked like but, the guy is big (8inches).

✯ Ah sending each other naughty pics was what got both of you through your days. Sal made a private folder (somehow) of all the naked/lewd pics of you, his girl. His little shrine~

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Phew! I hope I did good at writing this, this was all off the top of my head but I really wanted to write a penpal turned romantic type of thing, I guess? If you all want more or wanna ask questions (it can be SFW/NSFW questions)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤️

Inbox is Open - 24/7 - SFW/NSFW Asks/Questions are Allowed ❤️

- Aki✯

CW: NSFW (18+) // Sally Face (18+):

[ I need to respond to old asks in my inbox. I apologize deeply, please send me some asks to my inbox, I feel like writing smut or fluff with Sal ]

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imagine having to be stuck in a room all alone with the infamous "Sally Face killer". just imagine Sal towering over your short figure whilst shoving you against the wall behind you, slowly lifting up your skirt with his large cuffed hands, feeling you up in the process. Sal managing to slip his hand inside your panties to play with your soaked cunt, his fingers are too big for your sopping little pussy to handle as he finger fucks you but you take it like a good girl. his good girl. Sal would also have you ride his fat cock like your life depended on it, he loves watching you bounce up and down on his cock, desperately chasing your release. you love when he pushes you off just so he can slam his cock back in your tiny cunt and in the missionary position too. you loved seeing his eyes lock with yours, wishing to also have locked lips with his, his prosthetic blocking the way sadly. Sal would literally beat your poor pussy up with his fat cock until he was shooting ropes of his hot sticky cum inside of your unprotected womb.

maybe, just maybe.. if you guys are up for round two, he'll cum down that little throat of yours too. his little treat for his special girl.

a wholesome thought this morning:

Sal spending the holidays with you. The two of you bundled up in nice warm blankets, snuggled up next to each other, perhaps you resting your head on Sal's chest. You and Sal would watch holiday films together, his favorite to watch with you is Edward Shovelhands. I like to think you two would bake tasty treats: cookies, brownies, cakes, etc. Sal just loves being with you this time of year, scratch that.. this man loves being with you everyday of his life.

Warning: NSFW (18+):

Alright, y'know how I've drawn Sal beefed up well.. I do like the idea of that's him in an alternate universe where he's released from prison and he's done some MAJOR changes like.. DAYUM, my man was spending his time working out or he just really got into weight training in college (I've done weight training classes before heh).

But.. hear me out on this one:

Beefy Sal holding down his s/o while he pounds into them. Beefy Sal holding you in a full nelson, making you take him in a reverse cowgirl or regular or him holding you against while he goes to town inside you. If you have guests over in the other room, not to worry! Sal would cover your mouth with his hand, such a thoughtful guy.

✯Bonus: Beefy Sal has you ride him and while riding him you squeeze his muscular tits, I'll leave it up to you on whether he loves it or not, heh~

Hello!! May I request Sal Fisher x reader who is severely afraid of physical touch? Like to the point where it takes them a while to even touch someone with a piece of fabric in between their hand and the person. Also if the reader is seriously sarcastic, teasing and the type who laughs everything off while being terrified of touch would be great.

Thank you!!

T O U C H

summary: [reader], is afraid of physical touch. Which causes their beloved boyfriend to doubt himself.

character: sal fisher

reader pronouns: they/them

It had been month since they started dating Sal. Months. They took things slow with him, not that he minded. Going slow was calming. But Sal wanted to know, why wouldn't they touch him?

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Sal asked, breaking the silence. Fumbling his mask between his fingers. They look up at him. "No, you're beautiful to me."

There was another long awkward silence.

"Then, why don't you.. want to touch me?" Sal couldn't even make eye contact with them. His voice, sounded like he was clearly hurt. Aching, even.

They laughed, it was strained. But they laughed. "Oh.. ummm." They couldn't think of the words. They felt as if they needed a explanation, not a sarcastic one at that.

They nervously fumbled with their fingers. "I love you so much, I thought you knew that!" They said, finally, trying to bluff their way out of this awkward feeling.

Sal looked at them blankly. Clearly seeing their bluff.

"If you don't think I'm deformed, then why won't you let me hold you?" Sal seemed set on holding his lover. He needed it.

They laughed it off, trying to ignore the nagging feeling. They felt a tug on their heartstrings, they hated Sal thinking he was not attractive. Yet, they were too frightened to even hold pinkies with the poor blue haired boy.

They bit the bullet.

Their pinky, slowly extended out to him. Gently holding his pinky with theirs. They couldn't bring themselves to be their usually cocky, arrogant self.

"I love you, ya know that?"

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S C E N I C

character: sal fisher

reader pronouns: n/a

a/n: not proof read, just sal fisher fluffiness. enjoy ♡︎

A soft hum escaped your lips as you tried to help Sal, helping him out with his bloody nose. The rag in your hands getting soiled with the crimson fluids.

You didn't understand why he did it. You found it reckless, from your point of view. Angering Travis... for what? That was the question looming over your head. Weighing down your thoughts.

You took another good look at Sal's face, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You seemed content whereas Sal was sobbing.

"What's wrong?" You cooed, wiping the tears off his face while his fingers fumbled with the straps of his prosthetic. Keeping that soft smile on your face.

"It's just.... you didn't scream... or get grossed out...." He mumbled, his voice strained from all his sobbing.

"Why would I? There's nothing wrong." You tried to help him regain some self confidence back, it maybe feeble, but you couldn't stand him thinking badly about his face.

You watched the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose scrunch up alongside the rest of his remaining nose skin.

"But... look at me! My ..... my face!" His adoring blue eyes seemed ready to cry again, well, one of them since one of his eyes were glass. And the nerves around the glass eye were damaged, making that eye unable to shed tears.

"Sal, you look handsome." Your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs rubbing both the scarred and unscarred skin. Feeling the textures under your fingertips and his tears hitting them.

"I am...?" His tone wavering. He looked vulnerable and precious with his face cupped in your hands.

"You are." A bright smile beared on his features and the saddened look faded into nothingness. He hugged and held you close. With a cheeky grin on his face he spoke,

"Hum to me again, I love your voice."

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sal fisher m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ rainy day hc

summary: how they feel on a rainy day

❥ flowers ☁︎

summary: arriving with flowers

❥ touch

summary: sal with a reader who is scared of physical touch

❥ scenic ☁︎ ꩜

summary: comforting sal about his face

❥ blind reader hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: self explanitory.

❥ caring for a f! reader ✧

summary: platonic carning for a reader.

❥ celebrating readers birthday ☁︎

summary: celebrating their gfs birthday

❥ reader in a wheelchair hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: pretty self explanitory

❥ nightmare ☁︎

summary: drabble of sal having a nightmare

❥ infected ꩜

F L O W E R S

a/n: more sal fisher fluffiness, that and likeeeee I wanna start (make a attempt) to garden so self indulgent... :p

character: sal fisher

tw: n/a

Sal was laying in bed, his prosthetic long since tossed to the side of his bed. Swamped in a sea of clothes. His blue hair not in their usual pigtails, but messily draping over his head, as a result of not leaving his bed for days. Or- most of the weekend.

It was like since Friday, when his final class for the day concluded, he was just in this slump. It was noticible to all observing and looking in to his life.

A soft knock on his door, drew none to little reaction from the caccoon of warmth he's built for himself in his bed. His eyes not drifting up from his game boy.

"Sal? You in there? It's just me."

The voice spoke from behind the door. Though muffled, it was easily identifiable, it was them. One of Sal's favourite people, someone he trusted and relied on. (y/n).

He could build up the energy to leave his bundle of warmth, but, it was warm. Safe. His voice was dry, dry to the point of him trying to talk came out as a muffled squeek. A raspy murmer.

They slowly popped their head around the corner of the doorway, their eyes settling on his form. Tucked away under a mess of blankets and pillows. Like a little fort.

They slowly entered his room. Holding a object behind their back, causing Sal to furrow his brows, trying to process what they were holding.

They pulled the item, revealing a bunch of flowers, a anxious smile etched on his face.

'You brought me flowers?' Sal remarked, sitting up from his little pile of warmth.

'Well... yeah. I noticed you were sad.... so I wanted to make you smile.' They chuckled nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of their neck.

divider by @/cafekitsune

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Hey again !! Ik I just requested 😭- but could you pls write a drabble for Larry and Sal (separately) w/ their midsized!fem!reader gf celebrating her birthday? It's almost my birthday lol and I'd absolutely love it if you could write something :'D !! No pressure ofc !!

I'd like to imagine getting high with Larry and Sal on readers bday ! Larry painting for reader, Sally playing his guitar for her, the three playing video games, and the whole gang (Larry, Sal, Ash, Todd, Neil, Maple, Chug, Travis, etc.) just celebrating readers birthday and having fun ^_^ ! Larry and Sal go out of their way to make readers birthday extra special bc they're just absolute sweethearts like that :') !!

a/n: happy birthday! (lowkey hope this is before your birthday but idk) also, jarred one of my left fingers, so typing was hard. :|

characters: sal fisher, larry johnson

ft: todd morrison, ashley campbell, travis phelps, maple cohen, chug cohen, neil and lisa johnson

⋆˙⟡♡❀ sal fisher

✮⋆˙ like i have said before, he would try his hardest to draw you something. sal's shitty drawings >

✮⋆˙ boy would write a whole song for your birthday, like a little ballad on his guitar

✮⋆˙ it depends if your having a party or not

✮⋆˙ if not, he'd just spend time with you. a nice home date for your birthday. he wouldn't wear his mask or bother with his clothes and do what you wanna do. wether it be a movie or just cuddling. he'll do it.

✮⋆˙ if you have a party, he'd be clinging to your side. i don't think he'd like parties. too loud for him.

✮⋆˙ he would attempt to make you cupcakes.

⋆˙⟡♡❀ larry johnson

✮⋆˙ birthdays with him would be a expirence

✮⋆˙ 100% would be getting high with him.

✮⋆˙ he would gift you a beautiful painting. either one of you or like a landscape.

✮⋆˙ if you don't have a party and choose to just chill with him, he'd be fine with that.

✮⋆˙ listening to sanity's fall >

✮⋆˙ at a party, he'd just have to be careful of lisa if he's dishing out weed.

✮⋆˙ he and his mum would bake you a cake.

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N I G H T M A R E

a/n: i just love sal. thats it.

character: sal fisher

!SPOILERS AHEAD!

It was the dead of night, not a single sound through the apartment. All was calm and quiet. Sal was happily wrapped up in his lover's embrace. His glass eye in his cup of water, alongside his prosthetic face.

The clock had just struck midnight, thats when he started to stir. In his dreams he was living out what he thought was the worst possible moment of his life.

In his dreams, it was a nightmare. One of when he was younger. One of that man with the dog mask. The shotgun in the man's hands.

You had woken up to his frantic rambles and tossing side to side. Safe to say, you were concerned.

❛ You're okay. I got you. ❜

You whispered to the blue haired boy. Your fingertips gently soothing him as they ran across the scarred side of his face. You saw his eye open, the blue iris looking up at you.

❛ Did you want to talk about it? I'm here for you. Always am. ❜

You asked only to be greeted by a sleepy head shake. His face just nuzzled further into you. He just wanted your affection and soothing words to calm his fears. To calm the whirlwind of thoughts in his brain.

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I N F E C T E D

a/n: this is just pure angst. i swear to you. also, reqs are open, give me ideas x

characters: sal fisher

tw: death, murder

There you were, just in the kitchen of your parent's old apartment. It was nice of them to give you it while you were doing further post secondry study.

Sure, Addison Apartment's weren't the nicest place. But this old building is very dear to you, afterall this is where you met the love of your life and most of your current friends.

As you were reaching for some food to put in to the pot, your eyes fall upon the picture frame. It was of you and Sal. It was a old picture, but it was a nice one. It was of prom, Sal was your prom date. He went despite not wanting to go.

You couldn't hear much, due to music playing while you cooked. But the second you turned around, you saw Sal. But, something wasn't quite right.

❛ Sal? ❜

Your hands grabbed the counter behind you. It's not that you didn't trust him, you trusted your partner with all your life. But something didn't quite seem the same. It was his eyes.

❛ What are you doing? Are you okay? ❜

Your voice had wavered. You weren't okay. How could you possibly be okay in this scenario? Larry was dead, Sal wasn't acting like he usually did.

❛ I'm sorry. ❜

Those were the only words that graced his lips. The only words he's spoken this whole interaction.

❛ For what? ❜

❛ If you were in my position, you'd do the same. ❜

He looked down. Not wanting to face your gaze. He pulled out a bloodied knife from his sweater. Who's blood was it? You didn't know. But your heart beat heightened at him coming closer while brandishing the knife.

❛ Sal! Get away from me! ❜

You screamed, pushing off the counter and running off to seek shelter in your apartment. To call for help.

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