#todd morrison sally face

[andreaheartscats]

[liminarystars]

hey! If you're not occupied, could you do Sally Face, Larry, Todd and Travis with a blind reader? Thank you and have a good day! 🙃

a/n: i feel bad for not really doing todd justice. and travis is a asshole, but like, he's the highschool bully, its a take what you want situation tbh.

characters: sal fisher, larry johnson, todd morrison, travis phelps

tw: bullying?

･ﾟﾟ･｡ sal fisher

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ if sal's your friend, you pretty much in the best hands. likeeee?

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ he'll help you around, even when you don't need his help. he doesn't want you to get hurt.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ always linking pinkies >

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ in short, he knows what it's like to be made fun of due to your differences, but with sal, he embraces them and praises them.

･ﾟﾟ･｡ larry johnson

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ this boy would get brail put in addison aparments (lets face it, don't think they did originally-)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ he wouldn't let you anywhere near his treehouse, he doesn't want you to fall (and die)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ he won't let travis pick on you. no way would he allow it.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ he'd clean up his room before hand, again, making sure you can walk freely without a chance of getting hurt.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ that and he needed a excuse to tidy his room up-

･ﾟﾟ･｡ todd morrison

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ he'd probably try and make you something to help with getting around.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ he'd teach you brail, if you didn't already know.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ i feel he'd be a little sad you can't see his pet fish bob.

･ﾟﾟ･｡ travis phelps

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ if you need help, boy doesn't know how to. be patient, he's learning.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ like i don't think he would mind, like it's a you thing not a him thing.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ you get mercy on his bullying for being blind.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ like you know how he insults sal's whole friend group? he wouldn't insult you or anything. he's ackowledge your presence but he wouldn't be mean.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ he'd probably bully other kids back for picking on you.

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[worldly-nugget]

A/n: I need more ideas cause I feel like my brain is blank 😨

Ily pookies 🎀

[zitronenbrei471]

👉👈...

Sorry, I draw at 768x768.....

[digitallydahlia]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODD :3

[noecanwriteipromise]

The way I could sit on the Sally Face menu for hours cause Memories and Dreams is an utter bop

I played some Sally Face again tonight and I realise how not normal I am about it (I’m autistic and it’s my special interest)

[ask-todd-morrison]

Blog/ask rules & info

(ooc) this is going to be a todd morrison ask blog !! all of the art is by me (unless stated otherwise)

this blog is owned by @riverx0x0x !!

it may be out of character sometimes

ASK RULES-

no shipping with anyone other than neil

no weird, gross, or sexual questions

just don’t be weird!!!

don’t be rude

if i ask you to stop then stop

[child0ftheabomination]

.・。.・゜���・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Afterwards Ash braided my piggies to match everyone else ✭

I have this hc that sal is that one friend that asks to braid your hair whenever he's bored. It's his love language okay.

[glockzap]

greasy adults

[jebbabunga]

[andreaheartscats]

Todd Morrison core

[liminarystars]

hihi! I've seen your Blind reader headcanons for Sally Face characters and I loved it! Could you make another one with Sal, Larry, Ash and Todd with a reader who uses a wheelchair? Thanks in advance!! (⁠ ⁠/⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠♪⁠♪

a/n: again, writing when my finger is fucked. but at least it's taped so its better.

characters: sal fisher, larry johnson, ashley campbell, todd morrison

ft. gizmo, mr. packerton

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ sal fisher

✮⋆˙ he push you around with gizmo on your lap. everywhere and anywhere.

✮⋆˙ he'd always sit down and rest his head on your lap. like he'd sit on the floor by your chair and rest his face on your lap.

✮⋆˙ he feels bad when you can't go ghost hunting with him, but, in a sense he is more relaxed since your safe from demons and such.

✮⋆˙ he'd always take care of you. he'd never want you to wind up like mr.packerton. (i feel the poor boy would be traumatized not matter what choice was made.)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ larry johnson

✮⋆˙ a good thing about addison apartments is that it doesn't possess any stairs. so visiting him would be easy.

✮⋆˙ he'd help you in and out of your chair without a problem. you want to sit in his beanbag? too easy.

✮⋆˙ he'd be like a gaurd dog. nobody would damage your chair under his watch.

✮⋆˙ i bet he'd learn how to fix and maintenance your chair. so it's always at its peak condition.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ashley campbell

✮⋆˙ handknitting you a lap blanket >

✮⋆˙ it wouldn't just be one she knits for you, its many. your lap would never be cold.

✮⋆˙ hate to break it to you, but i feel her house woulf be a classic suburban, so stairs. getting in and upstairs. so visiting her would come with difficulties.

✮⋆˙ she'd love to take photos, she finds the compositions and silohettes she could capture from your chair could be beautiful. plus she gets to take photos of your pretty/handsome face. win win.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ todd morrison

✮⋆˙ he'd be the one to make additional safety measures for your chair. like make break improvements and such.

✮⋆˙ nah cus i feel he'd geek out over the mechanics behind your wheelchair.

✮⋆˙ like larry, he'd take the time to make sure your chair is well taken care of.

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[adzowski]

It's Sal's birthday!!!

[beababoobies]

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

i need sal so bad its an actual problem

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

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

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

GOD DAMN.

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

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

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

Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itsaprosthetic]

we are so back

We are so back

[lxuizrr]