Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)

Possessive Sal x Reader (pt.6)

The nap Sal and I were taking somehow turned into a sleepover, but I mean- I'm not complaining. He ended up just taking off his hoodie to reveal a black T-shirt and changing into sweatpants in his apartment before returning. I woke up before Sal, which was a huge mistake, because I had to sit there for an hour doing nothing. He does not like letting go, even in his sleep. I pretty much had to carry him to the kitchen, as well! The dude was putting like half his weight on my shoulders as he "stood" behind me. I love him, but Jesus Christ.

"What do you want for breakfast? We've got cereal, frozen waffles... I can make you some eggs or pancakes if you want. Oh, we also have chocolate chips for pancakes..." I trailed off, rummaging through the pantry.

"Actually, I have an idea, if you're open to it, that is," Sal looked at me with an excited smile.

"Sure, but-"

"No buts, I'm gonna be back in 45 minutes!" 

Before I could say anything, he was out the door. Okay, then. I carried on with my normal routine and showered, brushed my teeth, put on makeup, etc. When I got to my room, I noticed Sally Face had left his hoodie on my bed. His room always was somewhat messy, so I wasn't sure what I was expecting, honestly. However, this was potentially a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to steal it, so I didn't hesitate for long. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank under the hoodie to find something to wear with it.

I chose a choker with matching pentacle garters to start with. To my great frustration, the garters were kinda stiff, since I'd never worn them before and the leather was quite stiff as a result. I struggled with them for a few minutes before I thought about texting Sal, but I opted not to. I just had to mess with them a little more...

"Damn, is it always that hard to put that on?" I jumped at the deep, obviously unexpected voice. I looked up to see Sal staring from the doorway with a subtle smile and faint blush.

"Ah- how long have you been standing there...?" I asked, my face turning an uncomfortable red. Him seeing me struggle with this specific accessory is embarrassing enough, but the shade of my face was only making me more embarrassed.

He chuckled, "not long enough to see anything I shouldn't."

"Promise?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"Promise. I only came back for my mask. Hey, is that my hoodie?" He crossed his arms and leaned on my doorframe with an unreadable expression.

"Pfft- no." He raised his eyebrows at me, "okay yes."

"I thought so," he gave a soft laugh and came over to ruffle my hair and kiss my forehead, which did not help any blood to drain from my face. "This might sound weird, but can I choose what you wear today?" Sal gave me a cheeky grin.

"Uhh sure, I don't see why not. Don't let me freeze to death, though. I can help you with layering, 'cause you'll definitely need it," I shrugged and unbuckled the black leather strap from my thigh. "Oh, skirts and socks are over there, everything else is in there. Corsets don't look good with hoodies, though," I pointed to my closet and dresser, in addition to some shelves with boxes organized by colors and types of accessories.

I showed him what makes coordinating easier, and how layering works. He nodded along and to my surprise, was actually listening and seemed to be genuinely interested. Someone needs to get this man a boyfriend of the year award.

Eventually, he ended up picking the same garters (much to my dismay) and the matching black choker with a buckle, spikes, and pentacle. He also picked up a beanie, mini backpack, fingerless gloves, and a pair of knee-high boots, all the same shade of blue. And to keep the garters relevant, I suggested black thigh-high socks. Lastly, he asked if a specific blue skirt still fitted me, to which I answered yes, but asked if he was sure, since it was kinda short- even for me. It's hard to function when you're always worried about your skirt not being as long as it needs to be.