#yandere sally face

[vmpyria]

— SAL FISHER X READER: a night spent together.

romance! i love sal dearly, so this is just a self indulgent drabble, it has a bit of suggestive content at the end, but nothing major! reblogs & kind replies always help motivate me to keep writing! if you want to drop a scenario, drabble, or writing idea for sally face — come to my inbox !!

“you’re so handsome,” you said calmly, looking at him with a smile. sal stared back at you, it was night time, the bedroom light was dim and comfortable.

the year was 1996, you and sal had graduated high school the year prior. the two of you have been together since junior year, and even and the years passed, he adored you the same way as he did when he first started going out with you.

given the time, you two were in your pajamas. sal wore simple baggy grey sweats and a lose wife beater shirt. you, on the other hand, wore one of sal’s t-shirts, it was a bit long as it reached your thighs and you didn’t care on wearing pants. you simply had some panties on and nothing more. you two were comfortable.

sal’s prosthetic was off, you could see his heavily scarred features, he has taken out his glass eye a few moments ago.

he looked away after you complimented him and let out a small laugh.

“you don’t have to lie.” he replied simply, though he smiled.

rolling your eyes, you shook your head in disagreement. “wrong!” you said, patting his thigh. “you’re the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen.” you continued, sal shook his head.

“baby, my face is fucked, just because we’re together doesn’t mean you have to say that.” he said, looking back at you.

pursing your lips, you squinted and a silence came between the two of you again.

sal just stared at you as you stared at him with squinted eyes, a lopsided smile came to his lips as he waited for your next move.

“wrong!” you said again, this time your hands moved to cup his face. you stared at him with a toothy smile.

“you’re so pretty;” you said again, “and nothing you say will change my mind.” your voice statement way firm. “even if your face is scared, i think you’re pretty still. my pretty boy.” you gushed.

sal’s face heated up at your words, a bit embarrassed by your words. he was flustered, a groan left his lips while he made eye contact with you.

you felt this heat fire up in your chest, one that you only felt when you were with sal. you were so deeply in love with him, it almost hurt.

leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss against his scarred cheek. sal moved his hands, placing them on your hips before pulling you close. he leaned in and pressed his chapped lips against yours.

moving your arms, they wrapped around his neck, your bodies pressed together comfortably as your lips stayed connected.

the kiss was soft, romantic.

after a bit, sal pulled away, he took in a deep breath and simply leaned into your neck. you let out a soft hum, your eyes shutting blissfully while his hands slipped under your shirt.

sal’s hands traveled up your waist, up to your chest.

you let out a soft sigh.

letting yourself fall back on your bed, sal rested above you, his lips now pressing against your neck.

sal’s tongue licked up your neck, his lips wrapping around your skin before he sucked, wanting to leave marks on your skin.

“sal.” you gasped, a smile coming to your lips as his eager hands slipped down to your thighs.

a hum came from him, acknowledging your call for him. “you’re so eager.” you laughed, sal pulled away from your neck and stared down at you.

his gaze as focused on you, a small smile coming to his lips as he indulged in your pretty laughs.

“very.” he simply replied before leaning back down and pressing his lips against yours again — this time with a bit more force behind his touch.

you squealed and kissed back with the same eagerness he had, your arms quickly wrapping around his neck before your fingers found themselves tangled in his pretty blue hairs — your legs wrapped around his waist.

#sally face x y/n #sally face x you #sal fisher x you #yandere sally face #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sally face smut #sally face x reader #sally face #sal fisher

[lovelybrooke]

Do you think that the sally face gang get jealous of each other sometimes if reader spends a lot of time with either of them?

I think it depends how old they are right. It makes more sense for them to be more jealous as children who don't know how to control their emotions. I know that in game they're pretty emotionally mature, but they're still children at the end of the day.

Like, Larry doesn't understand why he's so upset when he sees Sal talking to you from across the classroom. Sal's his best friend, you're his best friend, he shouldn't get getting this pit in his stomach but he does.

In that same vain, Sal shouldn't get upset when you talk about the fun day you had with Larry, a fun day without him. Even though it seemed pretty normal from how you were describing it, all he can imagine is you slowing forgetting him in favor for Larry.

Ash and Todd are more mature in my opinion, but they do tend to get jealous of the others, specifically Sal and Larry because they take up so much of your time with ghost stuff. Even when they're all together your attention is still somehow always on them.

As they get older this jealously slowly melts away into mutual understanding, they understand that there is power in numbers and that you're less likely to leave them if they work together. As adults, they tend to get more jealous of people outside of their bubble, but it never as much as when they were kids.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere sally face #sally face x reader #sally face

[lady-nightmares-blog]

I love u

But

I have no choice

#sally face art #sal fisher #sally face #sally fisher #Sf #yandere sally face #i have no choice

[dearest-painter]

If it's okay can I please ask for a romantic yandere Sally face but how would he be in a relationship with kianna

Here’s some headcanons!

-He’s very sweet and soft but he’s willing to kill a bitch for kianna

-He’s so overprotective that he HAS to be near kianna (weather it be from his overthinking or his obsessive love he HAS to be near her)

-He will always give Kianna something that reminds him of him so that she can have it on her as he’s sorta possessive

-He won’t force Kianna to stop being friends with someone he will make sure she doesn’t get to close to Travis at all

-He will be so sweet, gentle, and kind with Kianna. Now he won’t be a puppy dog, he will be a puppy guard dog aka being absolutely devoted to her but will gut someone

-He always needs to be holding her either holding her hand, hugging her, or cuddling her he just needs to be holding her

#✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #romantic yandere #fem oc #female oc #not my oc #yandere sally face #yandere headcanons

[lostgirlsinofgluttony]

hello uwu, i like your blog

❤❤❤❤

and i saw some yan sally faces that... are fascinating and i have a little scenario where her ray of happiness comes up with the great idea of trying to escape, but the duo finds her in time.

Larry and sal catching there darling little escape attempt

Sorry for the delay anon💗thank you for the ask 🫶🏻Lowkey i see this going down 2 different way larry man handles you back in the house you end up getting hurt and he still finds you cause sal has bad eyesight

It was months after your kidnapping the leaves have fallen if the trees and died its November now and you had been playing their game you figured if you pretended to enough you have a opening to escape and here was your change on a silver platter. Larry was out and sal was soundly sleeping on the bed. I had fully made my way out of his grasp after several minutes of wriggling like a fish out of water but also trying not to wake him. He was a much deeper sleeper than Larry was. it was harder then it looks. I had to

put a pillow in my place as I slowly creeped across the floor as not to make a sound I slowly opened the door thank god no sound. I made my way through the halls I pick up shoes and found the keys then I was gone. I hurry and paced across the gravel driveway but right was I’m about to book it to freedom. I hear Larry yelling at me “YN COME BACK” his voice booms at me. I run even faster he’s on my trial my fingers and nose is red due to lack of clothing in the cold as i turn my trial left cutting myself on branches. My legs burning from pain of running after being caged for so long. I turn my head to see him no we’re I crouch by a log in the snow i hear footsteps near ”y/n i know your here if you come out now we won’t be as mad” I wait a little trying to control my heavy breathing form running. A while of the crunching of the snow i feel a tug on my arm ”larry i found her!” ”dear what are you doing you are going to get a cold” sal wraps his arms around me i push him off of me knocking his mask off he scrambles to find it. as i start to bolt all the sudden i’m pinned the cold wet snow on my stomach by i assume larry. “Not so fast darling where do you think you are going?” I shreak out And struggle against his hold “angle i don’t want to hurt you. stop.” He says “GET OFF ME I HATE YOU” he puts his hand on my mouth I bite down hard. He hisses in pain “Y/n dont say i didn't warn you.” Before i can comprehend what he is doing i feel his hand on my leg. Blood smeared from the bite of his hand he cracks it in one swift motion. At first i did not feel it then came the immense wave of pain. I cry out in pain it hurts so much I think I’m gonna pass out. My vision gets blurry as the cold takes me I feel me getting picked up….. a few hours later i feel a slitting headache as I awaken. The pain is awful I cry out that’s when I notice a thick chain on my other ankle while the other is patched up. I hear the door click as sal walks in “I brought medicine. Are you okay princess?” I glare “leave me alone” he looks shock but that shock turns to something else “sweetness, you could of hurt yourself today and you did!” He continues ”what were you thinking i was so scared you disappeared!” he says worriedly as he forces a hug on me. “Promise you wont do that again“ just as I’m about to go off Larry come In You can feel the anger comjng off of him. Which is rare cause he was normally a chill person. But when it came to me someone he cared about he could lose his cool easily. I immediately go silent he glares daggers at me i look down at my hands in response“we need to talk.” I look down “okay” I meekly said “what was your little escape attempt today? Huh”he waits a moment. ”i thought we were past this” I stay silent “answer me Y/N!” I jump at his tone “Well you broke my ankle…”I quietly said “oh? But were you not the one who ran from us you upset sal and me deeply. it looks like we need a tighter leash on you.” My emotions start to flood and I sob Larry stares “Y/N that’s not gonna work on me no more you getting what you want you left us YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE OURS… OUR PRECIOUS ANGLE YOU DISOBEYED BOTH OF US” he stops sal interjects “Y/N don’t you see how much we love you”its silent for a few moments larry speaks up ”think about what you did” as he storms outSal soon follows him ”bye Y/n” he says sadly. I fall to the pillow for little comfort feeling so useless with red puffy eyes i soon feel myself drifting of to a deep slumber filled with happier times.

This was a little dark what do you think should I make a series out of this???

#yandere #yandere sal fisher #yande.re #yandere Larry Johnson #yandere larry johnson #Yandere sally face #sal fisher #Tw yandere #yandere blog #larry johnson #travis phelps #Ashly Campbell #yandere boy

[the-bugs-under-ur-skin]

yandere Sal Fisher and Larry Johnson from Sally Face Moodboards! :D

i was just kind of bored and wanted to do something since its late at night

#cw blood #fake blood no real crimes were committed #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere moodboard #yandere sally face #yandere sally face x reader #yandere sal #yandere sal fisher #yandere sal fisher x reader #yandere sally x reader #yandere sally fisher x reader #yandere larry #yandere larry johnson #yandere larry johnson x reader #yandere larry x reader #yandere-moodboard

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

"I would never hurt you like I hurt them, you don't have to be scared, they just got in the way." --Travis's crazy boyfriend AU

Travis walking right into a yandere m’a trap is canon and no one can prove otherwise. Not only would he be easy to manipulate based off trauma, both boys know his past well enough to used educated guesses to entice him more!

Travis would happily start to trust them and lean on them and believe they understand him. They would continue to play the perfect partner in his face. However, they were no such thing. Killing his father in cold blood. Slaying the cult to assure his complete isolation. Only allowing Philip to stay by his side as without him he would shut down entirely.

He wouldn’t notice anything until Larry would get a little too aggressive. Holding him with a bruising grip in public. Noting the concerned or curious stares of onlookers. Even seeing pictures of himself on the newspaper but the other would dismiss it as them bringing up the cult again. When the true personalities of his partners arise they have just killed a man that tried to flirt with Travis. He just wanted them to stop hitting him but they kept going and Travis was terrified.

Fat tears had stained his cheeks and he trembled when they looked over to him. Gently rubbing his soft face, smearing blood on him. They would say that quote. But Travis could no longer believe them when they so willingly beat a man to death who backed off when he mentioned he was already taken.

He was terrified of them. But they loved him more.

#sally face #sally face au #travis phelps #larry johnson #sal fisher #larry x travis #larvis #laravis #salvis #sal x travis #yandere sal fisher #yandere sally face #yandere Larry Johnson #yandere #Travis not knowing he walked right into their hands #Two is better than one

[chimchiri]

In his room, Sal is going through a stack of love letters he found, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Small request/gift related to this ask for @killemwithkawaii (+ anon who was genius enough to ask for love letter content <3). My god did I like that ask.

There are few things better than blushing, completely flustered Sal, barely able to handle his adrenaline-pumped heart. Give me ALL the emotions, ALL the stuttering and ALL the trembling!

#here's your gift! #hope you enjoy it as much as I loved drawing it :> #especially love and embarrassment #Feeling the shivers down your spine from being so flustered #getting adrenaline waves #is all just *chef's kiss* #sally face #sal fisher #cw yandere #?? eh I'll tag it anyway #my art #my god I'm such a sucker for grandiose emotions #make it INTENSE!

[killemwithkawaii]

LET THE MAKEOVER BEGIN~ >:3c 🎨✨

This is just the super basic sketch and it's already looking SO MUCH BETTER ldfaklf

Alright my darling kouhai, my first question:

I'm DEFINITELY making masked and unmasked alts, but which face design should I go with...? 🤔

'Face-hole' design examples: [X] [X] [X]

'Canon-compliant' examples: [X] [X] [X]

[CW: some links contain NSFW, minors DNI!!]

#k.e.w.k. draws #sally face #sal fisher #love sick sally #tw yandere #tw nudity #??? #idk just in case lol #thanks in advance for your input on this redraw!! :D

[mono-lamb]

some art from like a couple days ago

#south park #hellpark #hellpark gregory #aaf #andys apple farm #sally face #sal fisher #yandere simulator #ayano aishi #simon petrikov #uzi doorman #murder drones #🦝

[lovelychowder]

Yandere sal?

(reposting because I made some small changes hehe)

#sally face #sally face fanart #larry johnson #sal fisher #sally fisher #digital art #fanart #ashley campbell #sf larry #travis phelps #illustrators on tumblr #illustration #drawing #digital fanart #yandere #male yandere

[vmpyria]

— SAL FISHER X READER : psychiatrist’s office.

NSFW! p in v, fem!reader, creampie, blowjob, etc etc.

reader is basically my oc, BUT it’s all in the full pov of an x reader fic, so enjoy! i looove prison sal, he wants me so bad teheheheh, i wish i could’ve made him a bit darker, but for this one i wanted to stay with a sal interpretation that fit canon! reblogs and replies motivate me to write more!

your sessions with the mass murderer, sal fisher, are weekly — up until his trial date.

“good morning, mr. fisher.” you said calmly as he was forcefully pushed inside your office. the guards aren’t good people, their position fuels their head with power, making them all believe they were some sort of god.

you frowned as you saw the man stumble after a shove, sal’s gaze was on the floor when sat down. the guards glared down at him.

sal had been pleading not guilty, your job was to examine him mentally, to dissect his mind.

you were tasked to find out why he killed everyone.

in all of your meetings, the man explained a detailed story about his life, about the paranormal activity he came across with. you could even say you believed him, he told his stories clearly.

you asked him the same questions over and over, for him to tell you his past. even with all the repeated questions, he also repeated the same story, no faults, no missing points.

you believed him.

as your meetings progress, you began to enter the realm of..unprofessionalism.

your gaze would linger, your eyes would subtly examine his body, you would stare at his chest, then at the slight chub of his stomach that was covered by his loose inmate uniform.

this wasn’t good.

at night, you would fantasize about him, about what he would be like on top of you, under you, how he would feel between your legs —

it was bad, to the point that when your hand would slip down your pajama pants and all you could think about was him.

you have seen his face too, and for some odd reason..it attracted you more.

you were playing with fire, one wrong move and all of those years spent in university to get your degree would be down the drain.

but, fuck.

you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted him badly.

looking at the man before you, his gaze was focused on you intently.

he knew what was happening, you may think you were sly, but he’s seen your gaze travel, the way occasionally your cheeks would heat up.

you were still professional in your speech, but he knew.

he could see the way your legs crossed and the way your thighs squeezed together.

it was surprising for him. you, his psychiatrist, seemed to be fantasize about him. him? a deformed, scarred, mass murderer that everyone believed was a psycho path.

“how are you today, mr. fisher?” you asked calmly, lowering your glasses so they framed your nose, your hair was held back by a claw clip and overall you looked good, professional and pretty.

sal stared at you, his gaze focused on your pretty face.

he let out a breath, “not good.” he replied.

“whys that?” you asked with a hum, your legs crossing. you let your papers rest on your lap as you stared up at sal.

he let out a small breath, “i’m in prison.” he replied, a bit of attitude laced in his words. you stopped yourself from scoffing.

“well, you killed people, sal. of course it bounded you to end up here.” you stated, looking at him.

sal shrugged his shoulders.

you stared at him and let out a sigh, “is there anything specific bothering you? other than the fact you’re in the facility.” you asked, curious on how he’s getting along with the inmates.

sal hummed, given the fact he had committed mass murder, most of the inmates didn’t mess with him. they didn’t push him around, they didn’t fight him, or any of the sorts.

he’s heard people call him names, but that’s not unusual.

the inmates were scared of him.

though, as time ticked by, other things began to bother him.

privacy wasn’t an option in prison, he was shoved in a room with four other guys, sal keeps too himself, but given the amount of people around him constantly he couldn’t do much to relief his urges.

it’s been weeks now, and though he doesn’t complain, he desperately wants to satisfy himself.

to put it lightly, he wanted to beat his cock until his body couldn’t take it anymore.

“hm,” sal wasn’t sure what to say, honesty is what’s required in your office, but he didn’t have to air out his dirty laundry like this.

you tilted your head slightly, “mr. fisher?” you mused, “is everything alright?” you asked genuinely.

sal raised his gaze back at you and let out a breath, “how do inmates generally relief their..urges?” he asked, his voice trailing off slightly.

it was embarrassing to ask, especially given the fact you were a woman. he didn’t enjoy having to speak of such topics like that, but you where his psychiatrist — you should be able to understand, right?

you were surprised by his question, given that hasn’t been the topic of discussion you expected, but you didn’t mind.

you have learned many things by working in the prison, so you could help.

“well, most prisoners, they find satisfaction between themselves while some go to secluded places and relieve themselves there.” you explained, though your mind was going wild.

the fantasies you had about him were reflowing your brain.

this wasn’t right — this was illegal, you could get in serious trouble for this.

“..i can help you.”

your voice was quiet, you didn’t even think much about what you were going to say until you said it, the need had clouded your head for a moment.

sal stared at you, behind the prosthetic his eyes were blown wide.

what?

now it was his time to squirm, his cock beginning to harden under his orange jumpsuit. he looked down and cleared his throat, staring down at the bulge in his pants. his face was hot.

you swallowed a lump in the back of your throat before clearing it.

“my apologies, i— i wasn’t thinking. im sorry for my unprofessional behavior.” you stammered horrified by your lack of self control.

you grabbed your papers hurriedly, “how about we just continue with your session?” you said, hoping to forget about what just happened, but sal couldn’t.

his cock was hard, straining against his underwear. it was so sensitive too— it had been so long.

his hands were cuffed in front of his body, so in desperate need for relief, sal’s palm pressed against his boner.

you stared at the man, noticing what was happening.

looking around your office, you gulped.

there weren’t any cameras installed in your office, it was something to have the patients feel less paranoid and more relaxed in your office.

you had a button that was there in case of emergencies if anything where to happen.

biting your lip, you stood from your chair was walked around the corner to where he sat. hearing your heels with each step, he looked up at you.

“mr. fisher..do you want help?”

sal’s breathing got heavy behind the prosthetic, where you really going go do this?

you were looking down at him, waiting for his reply, heat pooling between your legs, coating your pretty red panties.

sal shuddered and nodded his head, his hand pressed against his bulge to find any form of friction that can help him.

“we don’t have cameras here..” you said softly, sal scooted his chair back and you slipped between his legs. you slowly sank down to your knees and your hands gripped his inner thighs as you made yourself comfortable.

sal’s legs were spread, manspreading, you looked up at him.

adjusting your glasses, your gaze fell back onto his boner, gently you moved his hand away and pursed your lips.

sal was looking down at you, now that you were so close you could notice how intense his stare is. you even noticed his pupil was large.

undoing the knot of his waist line, you slipped your hands under and shyly pulled his pants and underwear down.

sal shivered at your touch.

he moved his cuffed hands and let them rest on top of your head so they didn’t stand in the way of your actions.

he looked up and let his gaze focus on the wall in front him, he felt your fingers trace his skin, making him a quirm, then your hand wrapped around his shaft.

a groan left his lips as his head bowed down again, lidded eyes watched as you pulled his cock out.

looking up at him, your eyebrows were raised.

slowly, you leaned down and licked his tip, sal’s body shook.

you leaned your head down and pressed your tongue at the based of his cock, you held his dick up and licked from the bottom up, following the line back to his tip before your lips wrapped around the head.

a breath left sal’s lips as his head leaned back, his eyes shutting as he savored the warm, wet feeling of your mouth against his cock.

one hand held his cock at the base, while the other slipping down to fondle him.

holy fuck.

sal’s head felt like it was going to explode. he felt so good with you wrapped around him, it was killing him.

his hands gripped the back of your head and eagerly forced you to down his cock. it felt so good — he couldn’t control his actions.

your head was pushed down, his cock reaching the back of your throat while your face was pressed against his pubic bone.

you gagged, your shoulders shaking, your hands moved to grip his thighs, your nails digging into his pants. your eyes got overwhelmed with tears due to the gagging, but sal was too lost in his own little world.

he panted quietly as he fucked your mouth.

he moved your head up and down with a lot more force than you had imagined before a shaky grunt left his lips.

he kept your lips pressed against the base of his cock as he threw his head back, cum spurted out of his head, filling your mouth.

you almost choked, gagging as the cum slipped down your throat, luckily sal pulled your head back. one of his cuffed hands moving to jerk his shaft, trying to unload all of the pent up cum.

you shut your eyes as sal finished himself off on your face.

thank good for your glasses.

the man panted heavily, his body seeming a lot less tense.

he continued to grip his now softening cock as he regained himself from the fuzzy feeling in his head.

you sighed and took off your glasses, looking at the milky thick liquid that stained the glass.

wiping it off with you thumb, then rubbed the glass with the end of your shirt and then let them rest on the top of your head.

sal let out a deep breath before his hands moved to shove his cock back into his pants.

you quickly regained yourself and stood on your feet, your knees hurting from the extended time spent on them.

quickly remembering you just sucked off a mass murderer you cleared your throat and walked back to your chair. “this never happened, mr. fisher. understood?” you said, looking at sal with a firm look.

the man nodded his head and cleared his throat, “yeah—“ he stammered, his face was still flushed, but due to his prosthetic you couldn’t see.

looking up at your wrist watch, you hummed.

“see you next week, mr. fisher.”

sal couldn’t stop thinking about you, about what happened. it was infecting his thoughts with ideas that made him uncomfortably horny.

practically counting down the days until his next session, he was excited when the day rolled around and he could see your pretty face again.

“fisher!” one of the guards stood outside his cell, looking up, the guards glared down at him. “get up! you have your meeting with dr. ramirez today!” he yelled.

standing up, sal stepped over quietly and let the guards handcuff his arms in front of him.

the path to your office was one that he had engraved in his head, one female guard was walking in front of him, leading the way, while the male guard stood behind him.

after a minutes long walk, the three arrived to your office.

the female guard knocked loudly on the wooden door, hearing a voice call from inside, she opened the door.

“inmate sal fisher is here for his appointment.” she informed, opening the door wide so you could see the man standing by the side.

when you heard the knock on your office door, you had been reading up on sal’s file, again, and again, and again.

the case was so interesting to you, sal looked sane, he wasn’t showing signs of anti social personality disorder, he was polite — so why? you weren’t a skeptic, you believed his story, but a cult that is trying to take over the world? that seemed a bit too far fetched.

your outfit was professional, yet pretty.

a pencil skirt that hugged your hips, a white button down shirt, black thigh high stockings, and heels. your hair was being held back with the same claw clip you used before.

you looked good, though maybe your shirt was too tight for your chest..

“come in!” you called, still reading through the man’s archive. “yes?” you mused when the door opened, upon hearing sal’s name you looked up.

was it already time for his appointment?

adjusting your glasses, you looked up. “oh, yes. let him inside, thank you.” you said, nodding your head.

the male guard shoved sal inside the room and slammed the door shut. the automatic lock clicking.

“good afternoon, mr. fisher.” you hummed, putting your papers aside. “how are you today?” you asked, watching as the man sat down before you.

he hummed in response, “i’m okay.” you nodded, “better than last week, yes?” you asked, beginning to jot down his answers.

“mhm,” he hummed.

“well that’s good! i’m glad to hear you are doing better.” you said, clasping your hands together. “before we begin, is there..anything you would like to mention? about the prison, cellmates, how you have been feeling in the past week?” you listed off, placing your pen down and listening to him intently.

sal stared at you for a moment, his mind drifting up the last session he had with you, he remembered the way your lips pressed against his head, the way your lips wrapped around him — the way he shoved your head down.

he swore he could feel his mouth salivate and his blood swirling.

he cleared his throat, “uh,” he could easily say that his tension only heightened. the fact it was a problematic situation made him ache for you more.

he didn’t know what to say, was he supposed to ask again? to beg for you to help him again?

you sat across from him like before.

after last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. the thrill of it all had your mind in a chokehold.

at night, before bed, you would use your vibrator and pretended it was him, you would fuck yourself with it, starting off slow and steady — feeling the way the silicon would press on your walls, then you would increase your speed until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

thought you wished it was the real thing.

the crush you had on this man was wrong, very, very wrong. he killed an apartment complex filled with people, and yet you dreamed about having his cock fill you up.

how sick where you?

biting the inside of your lip, you cleared your throat.

“mr. fisher?” you asked, wondering where his mind had trailed off. he seemed to snap back to reality after hearing you call for him. “uh, what?” he said looking at you.

you squinted, “what are you thinking about?” you mused, asking for the sake of his case. in your assumption, you believed it could be related to the murders, to his past — but no.

he was thinking about when you gave him head, his thoughts filling with other ideas, how would you feel like when wrapped around him?

he paused. “oh, uh—“ he wasn’t sure what to say, you caught him off guard, now he was put on the spot

“you can be honest.” you reassure, trying to stay professional.

he squirmed in his seat, “you.” he replied, glancing away.

oh.

you thought, clearing your throat. “mr. fisher, what happened last week was an act of unprofessionalism..” you paused, “and it shouldn’t be repeated given the circumstances. i put my job at risk over what happened.” you explained, though your mind begged for another time spent with him.

sal nodded in understanding, but he wanted to beg for you to touch him again.

looking away from him, you let out a sigh, leaning back against your chair.

“but..” you began quietly, “if you make it quick, we won’t get caught.” you said, turning your head to stare at him.

sal gulped, feeling his cock twitch in his pants again.

“really?” he asked quietly, scooting his chair closer to the table.

nodding, you stood up from your chair and rounded the table, before sitting at the edge of the table. “really.” you confirmed, your hands moving to undo the buttons of your shirt.

your bra was black and lacy, holding your breasts perfectly. sal’s mouth felt dry as he watched you with widened eyes.

his gaze focused on your tits, how good they looked with your bra. you didn’t take off your shirt completely, but the buttons were completely undone.

sal’s cock was pressing tightly against his pants his hands trembled under the handcuffs.

you pulled your pencil skirt up and let him see the matching black panties. he let out a breath, “did you match on purpose?” he asked softly, staring at you intensely.

you smiled, “maybe.” you said, spreading your legs for him — inviting him in.

sal felt a shiver go down his spine, “fuck.” he whispered, “c’mon, stand up.” you hummed, “you have to be quick if you want do do this.” you reminded.

sal was at a loss for words, he stood up and stared down at you, your hands reached out and you tugged at the waistband of his pants, you didn’t pull them off, you simply lowered them to his mid thighs for easy access.

sal moved his cuffed hands down and he pulled his cock out from his underwear before staring back at you.

you slipped your lacy panties down and let them dangle from one of your legs.

sal watched as your pretty cunt was exposed, he was grateful his prosthetic was on, because he would he embarrassed if you saw the way he was flustered.

your cunt was slick, wet. you were already so wet for him.

he bit his bottom lip and his hands moved to grip your thighs, he yanked your thighs towards him so you were closer to him.

sal was standing between your legs, you looked down and watched as sal’s calloused hand gripped his shaft, his hands jerking himself for a bit before he pressed the girthy top against your entrance.

your body shook, wishing you had lube with you. sal moved his prosthetic hastily and exposed his lips before he spat down on his hand and spread his saliva and pre-cum down his shaft, coating it with faux lube.

after coating it with a hefty amount of saliva, he slipped his cock inside your glistening pussy.

a small gasp left your lips as his cock pushed your spongy walls apart, his cock had more girth than length, but it felt so good.

your head leaned back as a choked breath left your lips.

as he slipped inside a guttural groan left his lips, your slick walls stretching to accommodate his girth. hugging him snuggly.

your lips were parted as a soft sigh left your lips, you felt so full — no dildo could compare to the girth of him.

your hands gripped the table, trying to stabilize yourself.

sal’s grip on your thighs was tight, bruising almost. 

after he bottomed out, he leaned his head back with a breath as he savored the heat you brought him. he swears this is the best pussy he’s ever had.

his hips pressed against yours, moving his hands up to your hips, he gripped them tight before pulling his hips back and pushing back inside.

his movement was hard, putting his weight behind the thrust.

your eyes shut as a small whine left your lips, leaning down, sal rested his body on top of yours and his hips drawled back again.

his thrusts weren’t fast, but they were hard, letting you savor the way the his cock rubbed against your walls, your legs were next to hips, dangling in the air given the fact you were at the edge of the table.

sal’s arms slipped under your back, almost as if he was hugging you, his face pressed against the crook of your neck, hiding his masked face.

you had the delight of hearing the muffled heavy breathing and the small grunts leaving his lips.

your arms moved and you gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his uniform.

your moans were soft, choked, trying to stay quiet.

though your office was private, the halls weren’t. if you weren’t quiet you risked getting caught which would put you and sal in a bad situation.

sal grunted, his hands slipping down to your lower stomach.

one of his cuffed hands pressed against where your womb would be, while the other slipped between your folds.

the pressure of one of his hands pressing against your stomach combined with the feeling of your clit being pressed on made you let out a broke moan.

“shhhh,” sal reminded you, his face still nuzzled on your neck.

you bit your bottom lip and nodded your head, desperate trying to keep your composure.

sal’s finger pressed on your perked clit, slowly rubbing it gently, a heat began to spread on your lower stomach, your hips unknowingly grinding up to meet his hand.

his experience surprised you — that and the fact he wasn’t fucking you in an uncomfortably rough manner like would expect from an inmate.

your eyes shut and your eyebrows furrowed.

“s—sal—“ you gasped out, your nails still griping his uniform.

he hummed, letting you know he was listening. “feel good?” he muttered, pressing his hips against yours firmly.

you nodded your head, “yes—“ you agreed desperately.

your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him close to you. sal’s fingers rubbed slow circles on your clit, he was driving you insane.

the noises of skin slapping and the wet squelches of your cunt sucking his cock back in were present under the moans and whines that left your lips.

sal’s head was fuzzy again, he hadn’t been able to fuck someone in what felt like forever now, so this felt like a godsend.

the way your walls hugged his cock was too good, spongey and warm.

as he angled his hips, his thrusts increased a bit of speed, with the angle he was able to press against a gummy part inside you.

he felt as your back arched and your grip tightened — but before you could cry out in pleasure his he pulled back and moved his hands to cover your mouth forcefully.

he was hyper aware on the fact they were walking on thin ice, and he couldn’t risk getting caught and putting your job in jeopardy.

you stared up a sal with lidded eyes, your eyebrows furrowing upwards and your eyes blinking slowly as they

sal’s cock was still buried deep inside you, he stared down at you, his blue eyes seeming to shine under the light. he let out a breath and then pulled back again and shoved his cock inside you again. you let out a muffled whine and slipped your hand down to your clit, you toyed with your nub hastily as your legs shook in anticipation.

sal’s body was hot, his skin was coated with a thin layer of sweat, his cock was tense and heavy.

he wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted to wait for you.

luckily, it didn’t take long as your fingers toyed with your clit, your hips rolling up to meet his thrusts, after feeling your walls flutter around his shaft, he knew you were close.

his hands stayed covering your mouth when you came.

your back arched and your legs trembled, your hips rolled up, riding out your orgasm.

sal was grateful you came quickly, because he couldn’t keep edging himself any longer.

in a hazy moment he leaned back down, moving his hands from your mouth so he could land his final few thrusts properly.

he put his weight behind his thrusts, his body pressing against yours as his hips slammed against yours.

when he came, a muffled groan left his lips.

your eyes were practically rolled back, a shaky sigh leaving your lips when you felt sal pump his cum inside you. he coated your walls with his thick, milky cum before letting his body rest on top of you.

his face moved down to nuzzle your chest, you were the closest thing he’s had to comfort in so long, he just wanted to cherish it — just a bit more.

you let him rest on your chest, your arms moving to wrap around him, you held him firmly. hugging him.

sal nuzzled against you and sighed, he let his eyes slip shut for a moment before your fingers tangled themselves in his blue locks.

“i don’t think you’re a murderer, sal.” you whispered.

sal’s eyes opened, “you’re the only one.” he replied, pulling away from your touch, he slipped his softening cock out of your cunt and hastily stuffed it back in his pants.

you sat up on the table and started to re-button your shirt, “all i’m saying is the truth, doctor.” he added, looking at you through his prosthetic.

you slipped off the table and readjusted your panties before fixing your skirt.

“i know.” you nodded, fixing your hair too.

he looked at you, “go to the apartments..the treehouse. you’ll see.” he said before plopping back down on his chair.

adjusting your glasses you let out a hum.

“i’ll see you next week, mr. fisher.”

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#sally face x y/n #sally face x you #sal fisher x you #yandere sally face #sal fisher x reader #sally face smut #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sally face

[lovelybrooke]

Hey, can you do romantic yandere sally face headcanons especially when they realize they're in love with the reader?

Yandere Sally Face Concept

There aren't any good Sally Face gifs so no gif for this one. This is going to be based on this act I got a while ago, you don't have to read it to understand it but just in case.

I've been watching Invincible so that's what's been taking up all my time, sorry.

Tw: for general talks of death and hints to murder (including child murder). Please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable.

masterlist

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Life was always hard for you. From a young age you started to see things. Shapes of things that weren't there, people that would disappear a second after you saw them. When you were little you thought you were special, that this--thing--made you different. But as you got older, you started to regret that feeling. 

You were ten years old when you realized that the people you were seeing were dead people. A little girl appeared in your room, her hair nappy and long. Her skin was pale white, covered in bruises, and there was a large red mark on her head. You were scared, terrified even, but the only thing that kept you from calling out for your parents were her cries. She cries for her mom, for her dad, and for help. They were so loud, so overwhelming, that eventually you couldn't take it. You cried and cried until your voice went raw, your parent's couldn't even console you. 

The next few years were filled with doctor visit after doctor visit, all which didn't help. You kept seeing the same things, hearing the desperate cries of people from beyond. Your parent's tried to help, but there was only so much they could do. Eventually, you got used to it, you even made some friends out of these ghosts, the ones that weren't as mean. Your parents, however, remained concerned. They were scared of what was happening to their child, of the things they were seeing. They didn't know what to do, so they thought a fresh start would be the best option. 

Nockfell was a small town, and you were just about to start a new year of school. Maybe you would make some new friends, maybe you'd forget about all these silly little things you were seeing. Moving was relatively easy, it was a distraction to everything, something else to focus on. Your parents encouraged you to make friends when you first moved to Addison, but it was hard. You were always shy, couldn't relate to other kids for...obvious reasons. Your parent's never pressured you but it worried them. 

All good things come to an end, however, and eventually, you started seeing them again. It didn't help that you moved in during a murder investigation, it felt as though everywhere you turned spirits were popping up left and right. It got to the point where they were your only friends, meeting a little girl named Megan who reminded you of the one you met all those years ago. That's how you met Sally. 

It was awkward at first, it's hard meeting someone while talking to a ghost in a bathroom, but eventually you two bonded. You both knew what it was like, to feel ostracized. You never asked about his prosthetic, you just...accepted him for who he was, he liked that. One day, Sally introduced you to Larry, his other friend. Larry was more open than Sal, in nearly every way. But you understood why they got along so well. It wasn't just the music or the hobbies, they both understood each other in a deep way, in a unique way. 

Explaining to the both of them that you saw dead people was definitely...not fun. It was when Larry took you to his treehouse for the first time. Sal came with, and at first, it was fun. It was the first time you laughed in--years. But then, it was like a chill ran up your spine and suddenly you couldn't breathe. The treehouse felt small as you struggled to catch your breath. For a second, it felt like there was someone else with you three, and it terrified you. You spend the next hour explaining everything to them, and honestly, if they were anyone else, you probably would be out two friends. 

You spend the few weeks before school helping them with their goal to figure out what happened to Mrs. Sanderson. It was weird, spending your days searching for a murder, just to go home and pretend like nothing weird was happening. Your parent's thought you were getting better, which you were. Sal and Larry eventually introduced you to their other fiends, Todd and Ashley. Todd was more quiet than the others, and you related a lot to him on that part, while Ashley and you tended to draw together. For the first time in your life, you had actual friends and a community. 

Growing up with them, your dynamics changed slowly. High school was difficult, it always was, but it was nice having people there to keep you safe. Larry never let anyone make fun of you, and Sal was always there to comfort you. Ashley was always the one you went to when times got tough mentally. She'd sit and talk to you for hours, and she'd listen. You and Todd would study a lot together, and he'd rant to you about whatever new thing he's making. 

But things got weird, around the time Sal showed you his face for the first time. It was a random night when you were hanging out in your room when he told you he wanted to show you his face. He was obviously really nervous, stuttering and talking quietly. You accepted and told him to do whatever he was comfortable with, and a few moments later, he took off his mask. It definitely was awkward, but you thanked him for feeling comfortable enough around you to share this with you, you couldn't even finish before he hugged you. You should've known something about your relationship would change after that. 

You think Sal told Larry what happened that night, because you talked about it the next day at school. He thanked you for being so kind to him, that Sal was building up the courage for weeks to share that with you. After that, you were almost always with the two, and if you were alone, Sal never had his Mask on. He told you he felt comfortable around you and Larry. You slept over at both of their apartments all the time, spending all night listening to music, catching the two staring at you for a little two long. 

As you got older, you and your friends only got closer. You moved in with Todd and Sal after graduation, and while you were sad to see Ash go, it was nice knowing she was following her dreams. Even while away, she talked with you all the time over the phone, and would even sometimes send letters detailing how school was going. Even though you were older, you still occasionally dealt with seeing ghosts. Someone was always there for you, but it was still always a shock when you saw them. It was better though, now that you were out of the apartments, but it still lingered. It didn't help that you could tell something changed between you, Sal, and Larry. They whispered to each other when you were around, shared looks. They were touchy even, and it confused you. Somedays you wanted to go back to how things were when you were children, but some days, you liked the change.

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A/n: I didn't add stuff from the later acts (the cult stuff) since it would be too much and I don't want another Hazbin Hotel situation.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yanderel #yandere sally face #sally face x reader #sally face

[lady-nightmares-blog]

Y/N

💙💙💙💙💙💙

#sally face fanart #sall fisher #sally fisher #yandere sally face #sal fisher #Sf #sally face x reader

[dearest-painter]

If it's okay can I please ask for a romantic yandere Sally face with a kianna darling but how would he react to Travis

Picking her up because her fell asleep on the School bleachers

Something like this:

Got you broski!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship, abusive behavior, Sally’s thoughts are very dark, thoughts of killing, BRUTALLY GRAPHIC!!!, all in Sal’s point of view bc why not?, tell me if I need to add anything!

Summary:That fucking vermin shouldn’t be touching his Angel, he’s going to taint his angel’s purity. That motherfucker is getting on his nerves!

Where is she!? Oh where is Kianna!? I left her only for a little bit but now I’ve lost her! Where would my darling be!? Did she leave me?…NO NO SHE DIDN’T! My Angel wouldn’t leave me! She loves me to much for that!..right? Yeah..yeah that’s right Sal! She loves us a lot! Let’s check the bleachers just for safety…or she went home early.

The- why the fuck is he holding her!? I thought Travis knew better then to touch MY ANGEL! Oh that motherfucker! I just wanna skin him alive, pull his eyes out, and gut him like a fish then serve him to his fucking parents! He shouldn’t be touching Kianna! Not one bit!

He’s going to learn to not touch my Kianna, he’s going to realize that I was serious when I said I’ll do anything for my Kianna…he needs to put her down, he’s going to ruin her. His rudeness will ruin Kianna and I’m not letting that happen!

#✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #romantic yandere #yandere sally face #not my oc #fem oc #female oc

[tomhockstetter7-111]

My Spotify Playlist Series

Song recommendations for addition or removal encouraged

The Archetypes

The Viber

The Dying (Depressed)

The Artist

The Fuck Up (Heartbrak)

The Psycho (Laughing Jack vibes)

The Recluse (Sally Face and Ticci Toby vibes)

The Stalker (Yandere vibes)

The Dreamer

The Mermaid

The Early Bird

The Nightcruisers

The Lovers

The Wolf

The Hypomaniac (Cruella vibes)

Comfort Characters

Hades (Greek Mythology)

Death (Sandman)

Link (Legend of Zelda)

The Twins (Harry Potter) This one is surprisingly tricky

Other

Ballet Class

Contemporary Ballet Barre (Inspired by music my teacher played)

The Endless (Sandman)

Luci’s Playlist (Tom Ellis Lucifer)

Salem’s Mix (shit my brother recommended)

#yandere #neil gaiman death #death sandman #death #the sandman #sandman #neil gaiman #weasley twins x reader #Weasely twins #Harry Potter #Spotify #Spotify playlist #Comfort character #archetype #Lucifer #Tom Ellis #Ticci Toby #Sally Face #werewolf #twilight #Laughing Jack #Cruella #cruella de vil #Jinx #Hades #Greek gods #Greek mythology #rock #comfort character #ballet