"LARRY IF YOU TOUCH THAT GRAHAM CRACKER YOU'RE GONNA END UP LIKE BRUNO."

"AAAAAA PLEASE LEMME EAT IT! I'M STARVING, Y/N!!" Larry wailed from my couch.

"Go eat something else! There's PopTarts and a toaster right there on the counter, dude. Don't touch my fucking graham cracker!" I hollered back from my bedroom, pulling an oversized, soft, white knitted sweater over my head. I allowed Sal to spend the night, and Larry decided to wake us both up at 5:12am for reasons unknown.

"FINE, BUT YOU'RE GONNA PAY! I'M TELLING SAL!"

"Sal doesn't care! Plus, he can hear us. He's RIGHT there," I adjusted the straps of my black, also oversized overalls that I embroidered a light blue cloud on the front pocket of.

"Don't touch their graham cracker, Larry," Sal yelled. He was currently laying on my bed half asleep, watching me get dressed like the stereotypical teenage boy he likes to pretend he isn't (but totally is).

"Top ten worst anime betrayals- not clickbait, guys," Larry sighed.

I rolled my eyes as I pulled on a pair of fluffy white socks. Then I put on the choker Sal gave me and walked over to the coffee table to eat the last graham cracker in the house... Only to find it wasn't there.

"You know what? I am so utterly repulsed by your vulgar behavior that I'm not even going to say anything," I shook my head and sighed.

"That's what you get for not paying me for helping you come up with a nickname, bitch," the tallest teen said through a mouthful of graham cracker.

"That exquisite food is worth more than my life. There's no way that's a fair deal- especially after waking me up so early on a Sunday," I scowled.

"Oh, shush. You're wearing a literal collar, so you should be listening to those who aren't wearing one- y'know, like me."

"It has an 'S' on it, not an 'L.' Meaning I listen to Sal, not Larry."

"And even then, they hardly do as I say, unless they're flustered," Sal added.

"Damn, I never really thought you'd be the bratty type, I guess that explains the bruises, though. You learn something new every day, huh?" Larry snickered, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Dude, it's not even six in the morning. Chill out," I said.

"Oh, Y/n. Sweet, sweet Y/n. My entire personality is being obnoxious and horny. That's what you signed up for."

"More like what I was dragged into. But yeah, I agree."

"Ooh, speaking of romance and such, how'd my brilliant advice work?"

"I nearly died because of you."

"Yeah, I hugged them so tight, they couldn't breathe," Sal laughed and sat down next to me on the couch. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he placed a hand on my knee.

"Oh my- anyway, who do you guys simp for from Encanto? And don't say Bruno or Mirabelle's mom. I already know about your daddy/mommy issues."

"The one rat from Bruno's room," Sal said.

"Same," I said, biting my lip and raising my brows in a classic f-boy manner.

"Imagine avoiding the question."

"I don't simp for anyone cuz I have literally everything I've ever wanted from a 2D man and living person as my boyfriend," I shrugged.

"Same goes for me, but y'know- even more beautiful/handsome/cute than I could have possibly imagined," Sal moved his hand from my knee to wrap an arm around my waist.

"Booooring. This is why you guys will never have a threesome. You love each other too much," Larry frowned judgementally.

"Nobody asked. Anyway, I'm kicking you out because I didn't get woken up by my favorite person in the world and now I'm sad and need to be cheered up," Sal sighed.

"Dude, you're gonna break Y/n. They were kinda limping this morning, bro," Larry looked at me with concern. My face heated up immediately.

"I mean we were gonna watch Mulan, but now you're giving me ideas that aren't either of those things..."

"I have been out-hornied, and I will never be out-hornied again," the taller teen looked at Sally Face with disbelief.

"Can we not? I'd like to eat breakfast first," I groaned.

"So would I," Sal grinned.

"UM- anyway, thanks for the graham cracker, bye!" Larry said, and with that, he was gone.

Sal looked at me expectantly. I blinked back.

"If you actually think you're about to do this before I've had a PopTart, you're wrong," I said and got up for food.

"After?" Sal asked hopefully.

"Probably not."

"Okay," he sighed. "Do you wanna go skating?"

"Listen! I still love you more than I will ever love Larry. I don't even love him like that. I appreciate his existence from afar. You don't have to offer physically exhausting activities to seem more interesting than him, Bear."

My boyfriend let out a sigh of relief and hugged my waist when I returned from putting pastries in the toaster. I played with his hair for a few minutes until I brushed him off to grab our food. I felt so tired after eating carbs and being woken up early, so I eventually dozed off again.

"Y/n. Wake up. Hey. Hi. Hello. I'm bored, and I think we should get coffee," Sal poked my leg.

"Ngh... Not now," I tried to move away from his deep voice, but that didn't work. Of course it didn't.

I felt a weight lift from my lap and groaned. Sally Face tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, earning a surprised yelp. He seemed satisfied that I'd been woken up, and set me down on my feet away from the couch.

"It's almost eight, and I decided that I don't wanna watch Mulan anymore. Let's go, get your shoes on, puppy," he smiled upon seeing how I blushed at the nickname.

"Yes sir," I grumbled and walked in my room to slip on a pair of black high-top Converse.

"Very good."

When I returned with my shoes on and a jacket on my shoulders, Sal picked me up. I poked his shoulder blade in hopes of making him understand I wanted down.

"Nope," Sal stated bluntly. He put my house key in my pocket before walking out and stepping on the elevator. The boy didn't put me down until dropping me in the passenger seat of his car.

"It looks like it's going to rain again," I said softly after a while of staring out the window in silence.

"Yeah. I like the rain, though," my companion hummed.

"It's nice," I agreed quietly. It went back to silence pretty quickly.

"You okay, love?" he looked over at me for a moment, not wanting to take his eyes off the road.

"Mhm."

"Are you sure?" he poked my side playfully.

"Yes," I laughed and swatted away his hand.

He chuckled and pulled into the parking lot of the Common Grace Coffee Company building. Sal pulled on his mask before getting out of the car, and held my hand as we entered. He got himself a cup of black coffee, and tea for me. I don't remember telling him that I like tea, so I thought it was sweet he'd noticed the steaming mug I sometimes held.

We sat down and talked about how the picture of Larry's dad in his treehouse looks like Micah Bell from Red Dead Redemption II for a bit, until I got up and grabbed our drinks.

"The only difference is that Jim is bald and has green eyes, not blue," Sal said.

"And Micah's racist," I added.

"That too, unfortunately," Sal nodded and rested a hand on my thigh.

Our discussion continued for about ten minutes, until a person walked up to my boyfriend and tapped his shoulder. Does he know them?

"Hey. Can I have your number?" they asked him. Wow, that's really out of the blue.

To my surprise, he didn't even look up, and simply carried on with our conversation.

"Excuse me? Boy in the Halloween mask?"

"Not to be rude, but what about my partner/boyfriend/girlfriend wearing a literal collar with my initial on it and my hand on their thigh tells you I'm single?" Sal asked casually, now staring them down.

"Well, I didn't think anyone would be interested in a guy with a mask and long blue hair, but I like your voice."

"You shouldn't assume people's gender. And by the way, there's more genders than just male and female. Have a nice day," his grip on my leg tensed, and my face heated up as if on command.

"Hey, you don't have to be so rude," they folded their arms over their chest.

"Please, enlighten me on how what you said wasn't rude."

"God, why are you taking it so seriously? Is it because I called your mask a Halloween costume?"

"A, it's a prosthetic, so yes. B, nothing about this picture made me look single, and it makes me think you're disrespecting what's mine."

"There's no way that's a prosthetic, you're just trying to embarrass me. Well, I'm not that stupid," they scoffed.

"It is, his nickname is literally Sally Face," I frowned. Following my response and much to my surprise, Sal took it off. He just set it down on the table, calm as ever. I never thought he would take it off just to prove a point, honestly.

"Do you feel stupid yet?" my partner asked.

"I..."

"That's what I thought. Have. A. Nice. Day."

The person stumbled out of the coffee shop, dumbfounded. I stared down at his hand on my inner thigh to hide my blushing face. Sal removed it to buckle his mask back on, and also probably so I wouldn't have anything to look at but his eyes now.

"Look at me, puppy."

Yep, I was right. I reluctantly made eye contact.

"Are you mad or just blushing?" Sal studied me.

"I'm not mad," I responded, my cheeks only becoming rosier.

"Alright. Why'd you look terrified that whole time then?" my boyfriend asked with genuine concern.

"I just- didn't expect you to react like that," I chuckled nervously and averted my gaze.

"What? How did you think I'd react to someone disrespecting the angel I marked mine and fucked 'till they couldn't walk right? Sal whispered in my ear.

I nearly choked on my tea, letting out a tiny squeak. Sally Face watched me with a smile I didn't have to see to know was there. He lifted my chin with his finger like he always does when I won't look at him.

"Sorry, should've let you swallow first. Sometimes I just can't resist it, though. I love those little sounds you make, and I love being the reason you make them," Sal said quietly enough so others wouldn't hear, but loud enough to make me shift in my seat.

I fought down a quiet whine, which was a mistake. Sal knows what gets a reaction out of me, and he knows I'm aware. He suddenly squeezed my thigh tightly, and that was it. I accidentally let out a soft whimper and covered my mouth immediately after. Luckily, nobody had heard it, but I was still embarrassed.

"Yeah, that's the sound," he said, releasing my chin with a satisfied smile I saw when he lifted the bottom of his mask to take a drink of his coffee.

"We're in public!" I whisper yelled to him, covering my red face.

"So? Were being quiet, aren't we? Oh, and you forgot a word."

"You're making it hard to stay quiet," I muttered.

"What'd you say?" he readjusted his hand on my leg, moving it up a little.

"Nothing."

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing, sir," I mumbled.

"Okay, if you say so. Ready to go?" Sally Face asked.

"Yeah. Thank you for the tea, sir," I said quietly.

"Of course," he ruffled my hair and we tossed our cardboard cups in a bin on the way out.

When we got into his car, he looked at me seriously. I put on my seatbelt and looked at him, puzzled. He didn't make a move to turn on the engine.

"When we get home, you're coming in my room. And you're in trouble."

"What?"

"First, you didn't look at me. Second, you were being a little too quiet, if you know what I mean. Third, you forgot to call me 'sir' once or twice. And despite all of that, I didn't pull on that choker. I don't think you earned being able to save face."

I said nothing and fidgeted with the loose strings on the knees of my overalls nervously. He finally turned the engine on after a moment. The drive home felt a lot longer, so I tried to keep myself busy with literally anything on my phone, but that wasn't really effective.

When we did finally get back to Addison Apartments, he not-so-gently held my hand all the way from the parking lot to his apartment door. From there, he pulled the ring on my necklace to lead me to his bedroom, locking both doors behind us. He sat down on the edge and pulled my neck down roughly enough to earn a small whimper, but not enough to really hurt. I knew I wasn't allowed to sit unless told so.

"Take off the overalls," Sal told me, releasing the metal ring.

"Yes sir," I did as he said without a complaint. I have no idea what he does for punishments, and I'm not going to make it worse without knowing what I'm getting myself into.

"Now, I want you to grind on my thigh like a good little one," Sal pulled me on his leg by the waist and guided me. I let out a few soft whimpers and moans, but every time, he'd slow down again, denying me to cum.

"P-please..."

"Hmm. No, this is your punishment, puppy. Remember?"

"Yes s-sir..."

"You're tired already? Come on, harder. You don't get to go faster unless I change my mind. Show me how bad you want to cum, pet," Sal whispered in my ear.