The rest of the week consisted of Larry poking fun at me and asking if Sal makes me call him 'sir' when we're alone, in addition to wearing turtlenecks to cover the hickeys on my skin. I denied it, but we both knew better. That being said, he would correct me whenever we argued by telling me I forgot to call him s'ir,' which brings us to where we are now.

"Larry, this movie is just naked people and guns. How could it possibly be your favorite?" I groaned from his bedroom floor.

"You just answered that question yourself, sir," he mocked.

"What are you calling me 'sir' for? Oh my gods, I knew either Sal or you would be a bottom as soon as I saw you," I stuck my tongue out at him.

"HEY! NOT COOL, Y/N!" he hollered.

"Aww, did I hurt your fragile masculinity?"

"YES!!!"

"Ha! Not surprised you're a- HAHAHA STOP!"

Larry was kneeling over me while I tried to push away his hands, which were tickling my sides. I howled with laughter and tried crawling away, but he only pulled me back into his reach by my legs.

"S-stop! I'll HAHA- I'll tell Sally Face!"

"Alright, alright," he cackled.

"Ha..."

"You wanna talk about those bruises, though? You definitely look pretty roughed up, man," he looked at me earnestly.

I blushed hard when he mentioned them. "I-it's nothing bad."

"Oh, rough sex, huh?" Larry poked my thigh.

"Yeah, actually. Now mind your own business," I laughed.

"Absolutely not. What were you guys doing?" he winked at me and scooted closer.

"I feel like you watch enough porn to know, horndog," I inched away.

"That's true. I know you're both definitely into BDSM."

"Wait, what?"

"Uhh... Is this a bad time?" Sal peeped his head into the room.

"No, please save me," I gave him a smile with closed eyes and grabby-hands.

"Heh, okay. Mind telling me how the topic of BDSM came up?" Sal asked, picking me up.

"Larry was guessing what the uh..."

"I saw the bruises in Y/n's legs and was guessing what they were from," Larry grinned shamelessly and tied his hair up in a ponytail.

"Just because you have a big nose doesn't mean you need to shove it in our business," I reminded Larry and regained my balance as my boyfriend set me down.

"Oh hush, child. You'd rather ride my nose than-"

"No, Larry. I would not. Now stop being horny or I'm leaving."

The brown-haired boy gasped dramatically, "But that's my whole personality!"

"Alrighty, nice seeing-"

"WAIT NO I'M SORRY," he shrieked and grabbed my shoulder.

"Aww, I feel like Sal. It's nice having someone suck up to you!" I grinned up at him.

"Oh, shut up. We both know that I could-"

"But you won't," Sal stepped between us.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"The correct answer is 'yes sir,' Larry," I reminded him.

"I will never say that because I am NOT submissive and breedable, unlike YOU."

"Okay, that's more than enough!" Sal scolded, trying to create some distance between the two of us.

I stuck my tongue out at the taller metalhead, who returned the gesture, except he did so between his fingers. I wrinkled my nose and stepped behind my boyfriend.

"Larry, put your tongue back in your mouth before I cut it off," Sal threatened.

He laughed and stepped back with his hands shoved in his pockets. Sal held onto my hand tightly and turned to face Larry. Larry's smile dropped when he looked back at Sally Face. He shrugged slightly and looked back at me for a moment.

"Um..."

"Ah- sorry, angel," my boyfriend smiled brightly and hugged me from my left. I patted his back and giggled.

"Ayo, get outta my room if you're gonna be all lovey-dovey," Larry sat back down on his bed and crossed his ankles.

"Okay, bye. Thanks for babysitting Y/n for me," Sal said and dragged me out of his friend's room.

"Hey-! Where are you taking me?" I stumbled behind the boy, who continued to pull me to the parking lot.

"My car."

"Okay..."

Sal opened the driver's door.

"Come here."

I gingerly moved into his lap, confused. Aren't you gonna drive us somewhere? He petted my head and removed his mask.

"I'm not a puppy," I frowned.

"I get to pet you if I want to because I'm your boyfriend. And look at you, with your big e/c eyes. You're always happy to see me. I'm pretty sure you're a puppy," he smiled at me and pecked my nose.

"I don't think that's how it works," I laughed.

"Well, wanna try it out?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hand me that bag, please," Sal said, nodding towards the plastic bag in the passenger seat.

I did as he said and watched as he took out what was inside. It was a pastel blue choker- the type that look like collars, which apparently, my boyfriend noticed I'm obsessed with. He gave it to me and smiled. I turned the necklace around to see the letter S stamped into the smooth leather above the ring.

"It's an apology for making you call me 'sir' for a while day," he rubbed the back of his neck.

I said nothing and immediately threw my arms around the boy's neck in excitement. It took every ounce of self control in my body not to let out a squeak. In fact, I nearly cried at the kind gesture! I've seriously never received a present this awesome.

"I-if you don't like the S, I can-"

"Sal, I love it. Thank you so much, you're the best boyfriend!" I let go of him and beamed.

"Okay, you had me worried for a sec, heh. Can I put it on you?" he smiled.

I nodded eagerly and handed it back to him. He leaned around my shoulder to see what he was doing and tightened it around my throat perfectly so it would stay in place, but also leave enough room to breathe.

"Too tight?"

"No, it's perfect. Thank you again," I snuggled closer to his body.

"So... Do you forgive me?"

"Yes sir."

Sal peppered my face in kisses, "That's what I like to hear."

"What's the S for, though? Sal? Sally Face? Sanity Falls? Sir?"

"Sal's."

"Did you buy a leash, too?" I joked.

"Yes, actually."

"I was kidding-"

"I wasn't," Sal shrugged and handed me the bag. There's actually a leash in there.

"As Larry would say, 'ooh, kinky,'" I teased him.

"Pfft- I might not let you hang out with him anymore if you ever say anything like that again," Sal warned, but he was laughing, too.

"Okay, fair enough," I chuckled.

"Heh. Yeah, the leash just came with it, I didn't buy it separately, but I figured I might as well give it to you."

I nodded and thanked him again.

"Your welcome," Sally Face smiled sheepishly.

"What do you even use it for, though? Like- I don't know. Just why," I picked up the matching blue leather item.

"Honestly, I have no idea, other than just pulling someone around," Sal chuckled.

"Wouldn't that break it?"

"Dunno. How about we test it out?" the blue-haired boy smiled mischievously.

"Okay," I shrugged and let him clip it on the ring.

He yanked me closer to himself roughly, causing me to let out a squeak in surprise. He then examined the condition of the item. Sal seemed satisfied, so I assumed it was fine.

"Y'know what would be awesome with this?" he looked up at me. "Thigh highs."

I nodded in agreement.

"I love thighs. Yours, specifically," Sal closed his eyes and smiled.

"You're just as horny as your best friend, you only hide it better," I couldn't help laughing.

"Hmm, yeah. Mostly 'cause of your thighs," he sighed.

"No, I think that's just you."

"Yeah, but- whatever, you get the point. Anyway..." he unclipped the leash from my choker and tossed it and the bag in the backseat. "I don't know if I'm gonna use that, I really like tugging on your necklace. It's more personal."

"Yeah, I think you like leaning over me to grab it, too, heh."

"Definitely. Lemme get a picture."

"Kay," I smiled while he snapped a picture and set it as his wallpaper.

"Alright, puppy. You ready to head inside?"

I nodded. It's freezing out here. We ran back inside to escape the cold, and then decided to go to Sal's apartment to watch Shrek 2. I sat between his legs on his bed and watched the screen while he was holding onto my thighs (as always). We had both taken off our shirts before the movie started, simply because the ventilation system here sucks and Sal's room gets too much heat, while David and Sara are always bundled up in blankets.

"You have such beautiful skin. I don't know how that's possible, but you do," Sal nuzzled my neck.

"You have beautiful hands," I remarked, tracing the veins in his left hand with my index finger. "You should borrow some of my rings."

"Then you should stop wearing shirts so often."

"I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you."

"Hmm. Well, we should watch Shrek 2 more often, then."

"Sal, we don't have to be watching Shrek 2 for you to be able to touch me," I chuckled.

"What about seeing you shirtless?" he asked, pulling me into his bare chest and scanning my body.

"You don't need to be watching Shrek 2 for that, either," I booped his nose.

"Cool," he lifted my chin and kissed my lips passionately. "Y'know what else is cool?" he continued. "Your thighs."

"Sal, if you're asking me to put on thigh-high socks, you can just say that."

"Oh no. I'm going to tell you, instead. Go do it. Now."

"I don't-"

"Look on my dresser."

I peered at the wood furniture. Bruh. I snatched the white socks up without questioning their origin.

"Lemme do it," Sal sounded like an excited little kid.

I turned around so he could put them on me. His eyes sparkled with delight as he did so. It was like giving a kid a piece of candy- he was super excited, but wanted more.

"Can I-"

"Yes, Sal," I rolled my eyes.

I let him squeeze my legs and he smiled even wider. I couldn't help laughing as he laid down to use them as a pillow.

"I love you so much," he grinned up at me with stars in his eyes.

"I love you too, Sally Face," I brushed a strand of hair from his eyes.

He reached up and pulled my face down abruptly by the ring on the choker he bought me to kiss me deeply. My legs twitched a bit as he pushed his tongue in my mouth, which only excited Sal more. He lifted his head from my lap slightly and kissed me even more intensely. I felt my face heat up, and I knew Sal did too. Eventually, we had to part our lips for air, and we were both left panting softly.

"Soo... Are we gonna watch the movie or...?"

"Definitely not."

- Time skip, use your imagination, ya lovely sinners -

After we got everything cleaned up, Sal insisted on cuddling. We watched Coraline and Sal ended up using my lap as a pillow by the time the key was swallowed.

"Was I too rough?" Sally Face asked after a while.

"Maybe just a little. I definitely won't be taking any leisurely walks anytime soon," I scrunched my nose.

"Sorry about that. You should tell me if I'm being too rough- I don't wanna hurt you," he booped my nose.

"Okay. I didn't really think about it until now, though," I chuckled. "We should let the bruises on my legs heal before doing anything too crazy, too."

"But then people won't know you're mine," Sal pouted jokingly.

"I'll wear the choker," I brushed a strand of his hair out of his eyes and smiled.

"Deal," he laughed.

The two of us watched the rest of the movie attentively, aside from the occasional forehead kiss. It's times like these that are what bring people together without saying or doing anything. When the film finally ended, I tried to sit up, only to find Sal had fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake him up, so I laid with him for a while. Of course, I could only listen to his breathing for so long before I got bored, so I decided to text Larry.

Y: Hey

L: Wassup

Y: Sal fell asleep on me and I don't wanna wake him up so I'm texting u cuz I'm bored

L: Aww

L: This might b weird but Sal was talking 2 me earlier bout pet names n stuff

Y: Ok...

L: Basically he wants to b called something that isn't basic but is also ok outside of the bedroom 👀

Y: Alright

Y: Any ideas?

L: Idk he calls u pet and angel which u can't rly build off of imo

Y: Yea :-[

L: Bear is kinda cute tho

Y: Ooo yea!

L: Ok ur total fee is $47 including tax

Y: WHAT @∆@ "

L: HAHAHAHA

Y: Oml I will not be paying u anything

Y: Anyway thx for the help :)

L: Np! :-]

I sighed and set my phone down. How am I supposed to start using a pet name? An idea popped in my head a moment later, and I grabbed my phone again. I changed Sal's name in my contacts from 'Material fwace 💙💅✨' to 'Bear 💙' and screenshotted it. I then sent it to Sal's phone, which buzzed from somewhere under the covers.

Sal shifted a bit in his sleep. Oops, I didn't realize he's such a light sleeper. He yawned and looked up at me with wide eyes. He quickly sat up and looked down at my lap, then back at my face.

"Uhh..." I looked at him, confused by his reaction.

"Am I still dreaming?" Sal looked me up and down.

"Um, no."

"Okay, just checking."

"Why would you still be dreaming?" I chuckled.

"I woke up with you for a pillow, and all you're wearing is thigh-highs, shorts, and a collar with my initial. I don't know why God has chosen me, but I'll take it," Sal grinned.

"You're strange," I laughed and kissed his cheek.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Can I have a picture of you?"

"Uhh... I guess so. Promise you won't show anyone?" I felt my face turn a bright shade of pink.

"Of course I won't. I promise. I swear on my life," Sal swore, searching for his phone.

"It's right here," I chuckled and pointed to it under the covers.

"Ah, thanks. Do you want me to look at what you sent before or after?"

"After," my face heated up even more.

"Alright. Here, sit like this," he positioned my arms and legs into place.

Essentially this, but from a different angle. Not my art, ofc. ^^^

"Sal, isn't this kinda-"

"It is, now smile," he moved back to get my entire body in frame and took a picture. I smiled despite my flushed cheeks.

"Thanks, cutie," Sal moved back towards me and patted my head.

"Uhm- so anyway, I was texting Larry and he said I should give you like a pet name. I didn't want something basic, so it was kinda tough... Anyway, just look at your phone," I said nervously. Why am I freaking out?

"Oh my god, that's adorable," Sal nearly tackled me off the bed with a hug.

"I can't- breathe-" I choked out.

"Oh- sorry," he loosened his embrace.