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[abbys-strap]

Kinktober day 13: dildos/top and bottom!

Contains: transgender Sal fisher AU. Female or trans male reader! Strap on referred to as a cock. strap sucking, hair pulling.

You met Sal in high school. You were new to Addison apartments and nockfell high. Ever since you and Sal met you’ve been close, and early into high school you developed a crush on the blue haired male. He was everything a person would want. Kind, funny, smart, dressed cool acted cool. What else could you ask for?

What you didn’t know originally was that he was trans. And that didn’t change your opinion on him or your feelings for him.

You’ve been dating for 3 years now. You’re out of high school, moving into a place with Todd and Neil, you and Sal would officially live together. Share a bed. Everything you’ve ever wanted with him. You stand in the apartment building, boxes laid by the front entrance, you were excited to leave this creepy place, you wouldn’t miss it at all.

“You ready to go babe?”

The blue haired male asked you, his arms snaked around your waist, head laid on your shoulder, you give a nod, looking once more at the broken down apartments. Picking up the box labeled “clothes” you load them into the car, getting in the passenger seat.

It’s a few weeks later, you’re all unpacked. Settled in. Room decorated exactly how you and Sal wanted it. Everything feels perfect, what’s even more perfect is Todd and Neil are out on a date night, so. You and Sal have private time. Both of you lay in bed. Some rock music playing in the background, laying on his chest you play with his blue hair, twisting it between your fingers. His prosthetic feels cold on your arm.

“Hey, do you wanna..have sex?”

The blue haired boy is red, blushing. If he didn’t have his prosthetic on, you’d be able to feel the heat in his face. No matter how many times you asked this question his reaction never changed, this shy attitude always faded after a while, faded into dirty talk and handsy touching.

“Wait here I wanna try something, close your eyes.”

You sit patiently. Waiting and waiting, when he returns your eyes are still closed. You can feel Sal’s slender fingers reaching for your hand, leading you to something. When you get to it, you take a moment to feel the object, it’s nothing you’ve felt before, sliding up the object you feel the tip. A dildo. He’s wearing a strap. It feels big under your hand, your cheeks are flushed now.

“Open your eyes, don’t be shy.”

Opening your eyes, you hold a shy look on your face. Looking up at Sal for a moment. You can feel his new found confidence. You want nothing more than to keep him in his confident headspace. Your going to so everything in your power to make this feel real for him.

“Can I please suck you off?”

You bat your eyelash’s, in a begging way, your already working on getting on your knees, you know he could never refuse this offer. Sal is now sat in front of you on the bed, legs spread so you can get between them. Sals giving off this nervous energy now. But excited to. Watching you tie your hair up, he’s flushed, clearly getting impatient.

Starting from the base, holding it. you lick up the plastic cock all the way to the tip. Letting your tongue stay there for a moment before you wrap your lips around the tip, then further. Swirling your tongue around the girth.

You can feel your boyfriend’s hand tangling in your hair, holding it rough, black chipped nails dug into your scalp.

“You love my dick huh? Sucking it so good..”

Heat pools between your legs hearing his dominant tone, it makes you put more effort in. Slurping up the fake cock harsher, getting sloppy. You’re choking but you don’t even care. The feeling in the back of your throat feels right.

“Careful baby..Don’t choke”

He’s playing with your hair, pulling your head up now, when your head comes up. Your chin is covered in saliva. Your eyes are watering from choking. You wipe your chin with you hand, looking at Sal through your lashes. Desperation in your eyes. Which seems to get a reaction out of him. A little whine. You look so pretty Beneath him, full of your own saliva. Teary eyed from his size.

“Good job, I think I should reward you for such a great performance. And all for me”

Nodding, your eyes are on Sal, head rested on his lap as if your begging for his cock inside. You’re so wet you can feel a wet patch in your pink lace underwear. You’re grinding idly on nothing looking for some relief.

“Get up here. Lay on your back.”

Without secand thought, your on the bed, laid on your back, pulling off your underwear and shorts. Your so wet your thighs are wet to. Underwear unwearable. Pussy glistening under the light of the bedroom.

“Oh baby, all of this over sucking my cock?..so pretty for me, dripping down your thighs.”

His voice comes out flirty, as thick as honey. As sweet as pure sugar. Your head is spinning. The head of the dildo is pressed against your wet entrance. Running up and down your soaked folds. You whine, pulling up the prosthetic just enough to see his lips, to get to feel them on yours. You capture his lips in a greedy kiss, fighting his tongue for dominance as as he slips his cock in, one swift motion.

“Fuck—“

You whine Into the kiss, your hands fumbling to find his hair, when you do you hold it in your hands. Letting it weave between your fingers.

“It’s okay baby..let me know when you’re ready for me to move okay?”

You nod, your pussy clenched around the 8 inch dildo. Your head is back on the pillow. Breathe hitching, eyes half lidded and desperate.

“Please move—fuck I need you to move.”

The thrusts start slow at first, just enough to make you whine, to let out the occasional moan. But after a while they get rougher, hitting the spongey spot inside that makes you feel close— makes you shake and cry out.

“Fuck—fuck—there! Fuck—so big!”

Your crying out, hands in sals hair pulling so hard you can hear him let out a small moan. Muffled by the prosthetic. Sals holding your side to make his thrust less sloppy. Keeping you stable so he can keep hitting that spot.

“Wanna cum for me?”

He’s out of breathe and clearly overheating under the thick material covering his face. After a minute he’s pulling the prosthetic off, dismissing it, laying it on the side table. His thrust bring you closer to your orgasm. Holding the fabric of his binder you cum, loud and whiney. Scratching his shoulder. The other hand in his hair, letting the hair fall through your fingers.

After coming down from your high, you’re breathing heavy. Hands rested on your stomach. Eyes looking into Sals blue ones. Admiring his bare face.

“Fuck…you’re a natural.”

Sal gives you a chuckle, kissing your cheek soft, hands running though your now tangled hair.

“I guess we’ll be doing this again then?”

“Yes please..”

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Authors note: I know its not the last of us, but I love sal fisher and my trans au. So enjoy!! More tlou content coming up,

[sparkleshin]

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✨I like the blood-smeared all over his face.✨

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[nockfellblues]

Hi, May I had Sal with a s/o who secretly a angel. She use her beautiful song to purify trouble soul and weaken demons. Even though everyone in the apartment can hear her but doesn't know it's was her. She keep her being a angel and singing in secret because of fear of cult. She reveal she a angel to Sal and his friends after she trust them. Hope it's not too much.🌺

Sure thing! I’m writing as she/her ♥

Sal knew the second she moved into the apartments s/o was different. From the day she settled in down the hall, in apartment 404, the whole building had just felt.. different. More peaceful. People smiled at each other more, neighbors interacted more.. Even old lady Gibson seemed to simmer down, going so far as to smile at poor Larry who all but had a stroke at the sight.

She was soft-spoken and kind, the new girl, and seemed to exude a warm comfort that made all your tensions melt away. 

Being only a few doors away She and Sal became fast friends. Her parents were rarely home, their jobs keeping them out of town on business trips more often than not, so they hung out a lot when they weren’t in school. Even though they’d become so close, Sal hadn’t yet revealed the dark past of the apartments, or the presence of the ghosts. Not that it really mattered as she seemed to know something was amiss within the building. She would avoid the basement at all costs, unless visiting Larry, and would regularly explore around the fifth floor on her own. 

It also become obvious pretty quickly how musically inclined she was- Her parents had a keyboard set up in the living room and, in her own room, here was a small assortment of lap harps, a ukulele and even a couple of little flutes. Larry joked on multiple occasions that she was a siren and that, one day, she’d lure everyone to the eerie temple under the basement to eat them. Sal laughed at first but, honestly, that wouldn’t be beyond their particular brand of weird anymore. 

Even the ghosts found her presence odd, as Megan had repeatedly remarked to Sal how brightly s/o glowed when she explored the upper floor. The more Megan said it, the more the curiosity ate at Sal’s mind. There was just something different about her, and everyone in the building knew it and even acknowledged it to some degree, even Todd. The possibilities of her being someone, or something, potentially connected to the cult was driving him crazy. He needed to know what she was.

And Sal got lucky during winter break, when he ran into her, almost literally, on the fifth floor. He’d walked out of the elevator and headed over to 503 to hang out with Megan, since Larry was sick with a cold and Todd was out with his parents, and was surprised to hear a soft melody coming from the abandoned apartment. Cautiously, he inched the door open, Gear Boy at the ready, just in case. 

In the middle of the empty living room was s/o, sat in the center of the room with a small silver harp in her hands, singing softly along to the tune she plucked. Sal could feel his jaw drop open as the most incredible feeling of blissful peace washed over him like a breeze; It was like every worry, stressor, ache and pain just melted away. After a moment, he recognized a head of tousled purple hair from beside s/o, and Megan waved to Sal excitedly from her spot on the rug.

“Sally Face! Hi!”

S/o jumped in surprise so hard her nail clipped a string on her harp, abruptly ending her soft melody in a sharp twang. She stared at Sal with eyes like dinner plates, nearly as pale as Megan. 

“S-Sal, uhm.. Fancy seeing you here! Wow you surprised me!” She laughed nervously, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I um.. I came up here to practice! You know, with my harp! Its just so quiet with no one here…”

Megan was staring between the two of them, looking a little lost for words. “S/o, Sally can see me too, I thought I already told you that?” 

S/o’s head whipped to her so fast it looked painful, before she turned back to Sal, mouth working on forming words that just wouldn’t come out. Megan began laughing merrily before getting up to move to Sal.

“She can see me! Even without your little game thingie, Sally Face! Isn’t that so cool?”

Sal agreed, slowly moving to sit across from s/o as Megan, seemingly sensing that the older kids needed a minute, wandered off and disappeared through the adjacent wall.

“I um.. I guess I owe you an explanation..?”

“Only if you’re okay with it. If Megan trusts you, then so do I…” Sal trailed off, more than a little afraid to hear what she had to say.

She smiled, setting her little harp aside, “Well, I appreciate that… Truth is, Sally… I’m here to help you. Well, everyone in Nockfell, really.” She paused, picking at her nails for a second before continuing, “I was sent to help ease the souls corrupted by the Devourers of God. And to help weaken the demons they’re interacting with. It’s um..” She sighed, looking more than a little troubled.

“Listen, I’m not supposed to tell you any of this but.. you trust me, and you already know more about those monsters than you should, so I think its only fair that I trust you, too.” 

She closed her eyes and hummed a slow tune, and it filled the apartment with a wave of that warm comfort again. After a few notes, she stopped, the feeling slowly creeping away into the cold recesses of the room. 

“You feel that, right?” He nods slowly, pigtails bobbing into view. “Well.. that’s how I’m helping. I sing and my music brings peace and comfort to the souls around me, living or deceased. Sal… Sally, I’m an angel…” She whispered the admission, wringing her fingers nervously, eyes trained to a worn spot on the rug beneath them.

Sal was quiet for a moment, digesting the fact that, not only were angels real, but that he had been hanging out and playing video games and eating pizza rolls with one for the better part of 2 years. And that she watched Saturday morning cartoons with him and snorted when she laughed to hard. And that an angel was the one who nearly burned Lisa’s kitchen down, trying to teach Larry how to make cookies last Christmas. And that an angel was one of his dearest friends.

Smiling behind his prosthetic, Sal reached out and covered s/o’s hands with his own, holding them gently. “Well.. that’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard… But it’s definitely the coolest,” he chuckled quietly, earning a surprised snort from her. “Pretty cool to know that angels have to study Algebra and suffer just like the rest of us.”

S/o was fully laughing now, her eyes just a little misty. She turned her hands over to lace fingers with Sal’s, her smile gentle and, maybe not so surprisingly, radiant.

“Thank you, Sally.”

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WOAH first fic-type thing I’ve written in a LONG time. Let me know how it is? I hope I got all the details you wanted c: I didn’t go to deep into the relationship, but its there if you squint ♥

[mochidrabbles]

Waiting that fic on the sal's first kiss! <3 love your work xo

aSK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE! Even if it’s like. Months late the holidays this year were wild plz forgive.

Thank you sm though I’m really glad <3 <3 <3

Title: Behind the Mask

Fandom: Sally Face

Pairing: SalxReader

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Based on this headcanon set

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Your words were a soft assurance, fingers hovering ever so gently above the clasps that held Sal’s prosthetic over his face. You had known him for years now, been dating for months more, yet not once had you ever seen Sal’s face; his real face, laying behind the mask. It didn’t bother you. Sal had shown next to nobody his face, was more comfortable under the protection of his prosthetic. What exactly lay beneath the mask didn’t matter, didn’t change anything about who Sal was.

Still, knowing him, loving him for so long, you couldn’t help but want to express it: to touch him, kiss him - and to do that, to really do it, he’d need to take off the mask.

“I know.” His answer came after a thoughtful pause, head bobbing softly as he assured you that he was ready. Sal was nervous, that much was obvious; it radiated from him, washing over you, intensifying your own worries. Still, you kept a brave face, a kind smile, slowly unclasping the bottom strap of Sal’s mask.

“If you change your mind tell me ok?” His silence made your gaze turn firm, meeting his eye with an insistent look, ”Promise?” Sal had, at least, the grace to look a bit bashful as he spoke his promise. You both knew how far he would push himself, how deeply uncomfortable he would make himself, just to make sure others were happy - especially you. Telling him, teaching him, that his discomfort did not, would not ever, make you happy was a slow process but it was sinking in gradually; progress you were more than proud of him for.

Your fingers were gentle as they moved to the upper strap of his mask and Sal couldn’t help the goosebumps that erupted over his skin at the soft feeling of your fingers in his his hair, brushing against his scalp.

You moved slowly, gently positioning your hands to take hold of the corners of his mask. Your eyes stayed on his, offering reassurance, searching for any sign of hesitance. Yet, even at your pace, generous as to allow Sal to stop you should he change his mind, you found none.

Lifting his mask from his face you kept your expression decidedly neutral, forcedly blank, fearing that even the smallest quirk of lip or brow may discourage Sal from letting your eyes rove the finally bared skin of his face.

Deep scars marred pale flesh, hard, heavy lines pulled tight over his skin. Even now, so many years later, you could see where chunks had been ripped from his face, a portion of his upper lip entirely missing, torn away and replaced by scar tissue. His nose was bent, crooked and disfigured, and his right eye was a patchwork of scars and stitching. But, what struck you more than anything, was the look in Sal’s eye. He looked so completely vulnerable, moreso than you’d ever seen him. You could see it too in the set of his shoulders, hard and stiff, the way his lips pursed hard together in a forced expression of calm.

Your expression softened as one of your hands raised to ever so gently cradle Sal’s jaw, thumb rubbing just slightly over one of the more deeply ingrained scars along his skin. As you smiled at him, soft and loving, you could feel Sal’s tension drop.

You were looking at him, smiling at him, gaze still holding as much love now as they had before. Somewhere, Sal had known you would never have thought of him differently for his appearance, but to have the fear put so completely to rest was the release of a weight Sal hadn’t even been aware he’d been carrying. Even as he found his eyes stinging, growing misty, you just kept smiling, fond, loving.

“Can I kiss you Sal?”

“Mhmm. I mean, uh. Y-yeah. Sure.” Unable to help but chuckle at an answer so completely and wholly Sal you grinned even more brightly, smile fading only as you pressed your lips to his.

You were gentle, slow; you knew Sal had never done this before, and with so much going on in the moment you feared overwhelming him. Still, he responded well, all things considered, slowly beginning to follow your lead as his marred lips moved against yours.

Though Sal’s hands stayed clasped in front of him, fingers fiddling, unsure just what to do with them, his mouth began to press closer to yours, body leaning towards you. Even as you pulled away Sal found himself lingering, rooted to the spot, some part of him still wishing for your warmth, your lips on his.

“I love you Sal.” As if he wasn’t blushing enough your words made him burn all the darker, ears flaming red; he’d heard the words a hundred times before, spoken them himself just as much, yet in the moment he couldn’t help but flush.

“Love you too Y/n.”

A moment passed in comfortable, adoring silence, though just as you turned to grab Sal’s mask for him you heard him call out to you again.

“Um, hey… Would you mind… could we do that again?”

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✨This is fake blood(obviously) I used red paint for blood.🎨

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✨I had no choice -Sal Fisher✨

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[sparkleshin]

✨Im having a hard time drawing the guitar because sometimes it's too big or small and the lines aren't straight. In the end, somehow I did it (at least, it could've been better) ✨

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[gh0ulg1rlll]

warm & cozy

warnings: none, this is pure fluff

prompt: larry is kinda tired of third-wheeling

"do you guys ever let go of each-other?" larry chuckled as he grabbed a marshmallow and impaled it on his stick.

"not really." you smiled at sal as he continued to hold you in his warm embrace.

"you guys are so in love, it kinda makes me sad that i don't have that." larry huffed.

"didn't you have a girlfriend like- last week, larry?" sal laughed.

larry rolled his eyes playfully and held the marshmallow over the fire, watching as the marshmallow began to bubble up and turn brown.

"you know, i'm sick of third-wheeling. you want to know why? because, i'm starting to enjoy my time here with you guys. even if you're all lovey dovey." he playfully rolled his eyes.

"please, you love spending time with us." sal breathed out.

larry wouldn't admit it, but he loved seeing his two best-friends together. larry has never seen sal smile more, and since he's dated y/n, he's become more confident in taking his mask off.

"what time is it?" sal asked, larry pulling out his phone to check the time.

"two in the morning." larry answered, before tucking his phone back in his pocket.

"wanna pull an all-nighter?" you asked, looking between your boyfriend and your best-friend.

"you always have the best ideas, y/n." sal commented, removing the buckles of his mask to slide it up and give you a kiss on the cheek.

you guys broke out in laughter when larry pretended to gag, causing him to grin and continue to make jokes all night.