Strange duos

sal loves it when you wear skirts.

it was the effortless way the fabric moved with you, not hugging your curves like some desperate grasp, but floating just right, pleated edges brushing your thighs, inviting his curious eyes to follow every subtle shift. and god, you looked incredible in them.

his favorite part of the day would probably be when you finally settle onto his lap. especially after larry suddenly decides he wants to go home and smoke, throwing out some half-thought excuse before slipping out. he wastes no time setting his gameboy aside, attention lazily shifting entirely to you, the air still faintly curling with lazy swirls of smoke as if the room itself was settling into the moment with him. his mask long since discarded, he looks at you with a hesitant, almost pleading expression, his brows knitting together as his gaze flickers up to meet yours before dropping again. his fingers twitch slightly at his side, like he’s unsure what to do with them, and when he finally speaks, his voice comes out quieter than usual, soft, almost needy, as a small, breathy ‘please’ slips from his lips, carrying more need than he probably meant to show.

he beckons you over with a small adjustment of his posture and you waste no time moving, a small, fond giggle escaping you as you give in without hesitation, like his expression itself was all it ever took. the skirt pooled around your upper thighs, the soft cotton pressing against his jeans, warm and yielding. it felt nice. hell, it was intoxicating. the way your body molded to his without strain, the loose hem riding up to expose the smooth expanse of your skin. his hands would instinctively slide under the fabric, fingers tracing the edge where skirt met flesh, pulling you closer until you were fully seated.

and the scarred side of his face, rough, textured, brushes against your neck or shoulder when you lean in, your skin so impossibly soft in contrast. it was a tactile revelation every time, the silkiness of you against his marred flesh sending shivers down his spine. he’d nuzzle closer, inhaling your scent, the gentleness of your body a balm to his hidden wounds. that softness made him want to keep you all to himself, to lose himself in the difference between your unblemished warmth and his own jagged edges.

even the accidental teases got to him. you never meant to, of course, just reaching for a Sanity Fall’s CD on his high shelf or bending to pet gizmo, the skirt lifting enough for a quick glimpse of those black cotton panties. it left him flustered every time, dick twitching in his pants, face heating under the mask as he averted his eyes too late. his mind would race with images of himself buried in between those thighs, but he’d play it cool, voice gentle when he muttered something casual, forcing himself to look away, all while his pulse hammered with restrained want.

sal loves your skirts.

Kennystrator is allergic to joy again, what's new

This trend (I hope it’s still relevant) is so neat visually I knew I wanted to do something with it. I also saw someone else post theirs as a gif so I figured out how to do that too

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ᐟᯓ SFW and NSFW sal fisher headcannons!! (some are x reader ᵔᴗᵔ)

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- I’ve seen a lot of people think sal would be a doctor or therapist or something but i think he’d really enjoy being a detective/working with the police (not the corrupted ones, the good ones of course) i think he’d really like solving crimes and figuring out puzzles. He has a really curious personality and strives for justice so i think it’s really a good fit for him - loves spicy things. i think he’d really enjoy like ghost pepper hot sauce or like really spicy ramen. -Likes to watch the stars. I think he’d really like to look out a window at the night sky, or sit next to the treehouse and stargaze. I think he’d enjoy the quiet wind and coolness of the night. - subtly corrects people’s grammar. not in an annoying way, i think he’d just correct larry when spelling there, their, and they’re or where, wear, were, and we’re - Would’ve been more into sports if he didn’t have the prosthetic. I think when he was little (before the incident) he would play soccer. After what happened, soccer would’ve been hard to play with the mask since running around and getting all sweaty would rick it falling off and be uncomfortable. - Naturally cold hands. I feel like sal is the opposite of a natural heater. Get this guy some blankets. - Smells distinctly like fresh banana bread. he doesn’t really bake either, so, it’s just a natural thing - I think he’s the type to smoke a blunt with friends every once and while but doesn’t enjoy cigarettes or alcohol. He knows how alcohol affects his father and doesn’t want to end up like that, but trusts himself enough to be able to enjoy weed and not fall into addiction - in public he’d call you ‘babe,’ ‘beautiful,’ or your name/ nickname. in private i think he’d use sweetheart or sexy (not in like a sexual way, more like a silly complimenting way) - more of a doodler then a fully fledged artist. I feel like he constantly turns in papers with doodles all over them and also draws on his own hands. if you were dating him he’d draw on you too. not very “good” but he does it for fun not for recognition. he might also use it as like a coping mechanism if he gets anxious (which i don’t think is very often, sal seems very able to control his emotions and outbursts) - very clean. I don’t think he’s a clean freak, he’s just organized and hygienic. unlike larry 💀 - Prefers winter and fall over summer and spring. i think he’d like the holidays more since it’s very family and friend centered. since he’s so loyal and loving he’d rather stay in with familiar people then go out in the heat. He also really likes halloween and his birthday is in December. - Can put your needs before his own often. Sal is such a loyal, caring type. he won’t just ignore your requests or make you wait for something too long - sal is alive. ok.