#its ok. we're good. we're chilling

[heartorbit]

back to our yuri programming

[echidnana]

does anyone have Yuri/gl manga recs?

[dyingtobehim]

oh i could break down a door i could kool aid man through a wall by harnessing the anger in my ribs i could football tackle a large cow i could pick up a house

[dennisboobs]

writing a trash twins fic because your actual irl sibling is driving you up the fucking wall

[sepiasys]

I'm so scares of the volunteer roles due to lack of confidence 🫠

So the food serving thingy has two roles: cooking/prepping food, and writing orders and keeping track of who got food.

The first I'm not very confident in but would like to try eventually. The second one is compared to another kind of volunteer role, which is greeting ppls at the food bank and maybe serving stuff if requested and just helping ppl out in front of the building/outside. It says strong customer service skills are necessary for the role as well as being able to work with a diverse amount of ppl 🥺

And I would wanna do that if it's similar to the other one if it'll help me out, since the food serving thing is only two other ppl helping out the manager. But I have no experience with customer service and my social skills are SHOT! Also de-escalation and understanding of trauma are mentioned as helpful for the role 🥲 Idk if I'm good with de-escalation, best I could do was my family and even then they RLLY liked to NOT LISTEN to me when I gave em advice to calm down (like separating physically while they were both pissed off--I swear mom was rlly immature about it when I was trying to help my bro because HE IS A CHILD!!). And trauma. I mean I have *experience* but do I know how to handle **others** with trauma? No, no not rlly 🥲

Hhhhhh telling myself I just need to jump into it. Doesn't help that I watched a bartending video thing. Sink or swim. I'm so scared of sinking ;-; I'm scared of if they see me as pathetic and useless despite it being a volunteer thing!!

Fuck I just need to like. Work on the days that they're not serving ppl, not open to the public. So 3 specific days. And then I need to go from that to working on days that ARE busy, but I'm still not interacting with the public public yet. And then I need to ease into working with the public via the front of house roles. And then I can do whatever I want at that point ig-

God I want to start doing stuff now but I can't because I haven't been told if I need to do anything specific 🥺 I have shifts scheduled for after the event, bc it's in a week, and that's for the one role I feel like is probably rlly easy? Probably? And I just. Hhhh. The most info I have actually comes from a training video for a semi-unrelated role, bc it shows what I assume is made/left by the role I signed up for?

Hhhhh a lot. A lot is going on rn. A lot of serious planning and preparation and I'm trying really hard to not be a tight little ball of rubber bands (incredibly stressed out) about it. But it's hard not to. Especially when half of my stress comes from my roommate(s).

Fuck I just. Need to wait. Because that's what EVERYONE says. That things take time. I just need to wait for the time to do these things. Wait.

As if that hasn't been detrimental to me my entire life.

[hopskipandarump]

oh that is so not locking in

[rooftops-are-for-towels]

new years resolution except it' several days before my birthday and that's definitely how that works. I Will No Longer Let People I Care About Bully Me Away From My Music. I Will No Longer Let People I Care About Bully Me Away From My Music. I Am So Tired of being bullied by the people i care about bruh

[lavender---sunshine]

Like ok how you going to guilt ME for not making you go 3 hours out of the way?

[wyllzel]

i guess i am just physically incapable of making a player character who is not a) vaguely asian/whasian b) dark hair w some graying c) light brown eyes d) scars e) at least part human 😔

[kuiinncedes]

:P

[pathetic-tboy]

youre cuddling your older sister in bed, just on your phone with her arm draped over your stomach, when she moves her arm lower and starts groping your ass

"uhhh big sis? what are you doing?" you ask, squirming a little, a bit uncomfortable. surely shes not doing what you THINK shes doing, thatd be crazy. sure, youre shirtless wearing a pair of purple panties, and shes also shirtless in her underwear as well, but like, youve seen each other naked before! its no big deal! you dont like wearing a lot of clothes! youre family! its not weird!

"nothing?? we're just cuddling, its fine, chill out." she sassily retorts but doesnt stop squeezing your ass through your cute little panties

"uh, ok...." you shrug and get back to scrolling on your phone, trying to drown out the feelings this was giving you. surely this isnt weird. but she moves down to your crotch, and you start to grab at her wrist to push it away. she just holds it there, though, rubbing your tdick through your panties. "uhhhh big sis that's enough-" you start to protest, but she just flips you onto your stomach with your head down on the mattress and positions your ass in the air. you squirm, but shes too strong for you and shes grinding against you now

"sorry lil bro, you just look so cute in these panties. you must really want this if youre wearing these." shes pulling them down now, over your ass and past your knees until theyre off. you try to crawl away, but she tugs you back with a grip on your hips. she was rubbing the head of her cock on your tdick and hole, wet from the groping.

"uhhh, get off!" you try to get up but she pushes you back down into the mattress, while she keeps rubbing on you. you keep moaning desperately while you vainly try to shake your hips to get her off. "stop! you cant! this is wrong!"

"shut up, its going in." she grunts as she pushes her length into your pussy. you gasp as she fills you, gripping the sheets. "you're so wet anyway, dont lie to me lil bro. i know you want this." she begins pounding your pussy, holding onto your hips as she violates you. you only make little "uh uh uh" sounds as she takes you from behind

"fuck, good boy." she moans as she keeps fucking you. "slutty lil bro, wearing his cutest panties to lay in bed with his sister. what did he think was going to happen?" she taunts you as she thrusts in and out

then she grabs a pillow from above your head, and lifts you upper body up so your back is flush against her chest. you weakly struggle as she positions a pillow under your hips. she pushes you back down and re-enters you. you both gasp at the new feeling the pillow adds to it, and she fucks you hard and fast.

"uh uh uh" you can only moan as she roughly violates your pussy. youre drooling on the mattress and can barely even think about anything but the feeling of fullness and pleasure anymore. soon enough, youre cumming on her ever-thrusting cock, loudly

"yeah, cum on it, good boy." she slaps your ass with one hand and grips your hair with another. "take my fucking cock." she pushes your head into the mattress as she fucks you, muffling you pitiful little moans and weak cries.

then she flips you onto your back, and positions your legs around her waist. you kick weakly at her but she just throws your leg back around her back, and thrusts in again. you whine and moan and push at her chest, but she just laughs at you

"what are you grabbing my tits for? you little perv." she sneers and grips your hips harder

"im not a perv-" you manage to gasp out, but youre still moaning

"yes you are! youre literally grabbing my tits while i have my dick inside you, you sick little freak!" she taunts you as she pounds your pussy

"not by choi- ah-" you gasp as she pushes your legs up by your head, putting you in a mating press. "oh god-" you moan as she keeps fucking you hard and deep. "fuck- im cumming!" you cry out, gripping her shoulders.

"fuck, yes, good fucking slut, im gonna fill you up!" she hisses as she fucks you into the mattress. you try to push her off again, but youre pinned down

"no! dont cum in me! ill get pregnant! no-" you try to plead but she pushes her length all the way inside you and holds it there, errupting into your unprotected pussy. "fuck- pull out!" you whine

"fuck, its too late, lil bro, youre definitely knocked up." she pants, still twitching inside your used up pussy. she leans down and kisses you, shoving her tongue into your mouth while you gasp for air. then she pulls out, laying down on her back. you just lay there for what feels like hours

"well?" she looks over at you. "are you gonna clean me up or what?"

"what do you- ah!" she pulls your hair down to her crotch, shoving your face in it.

"i said- clean me up!" she uses her other hand to push the head of her soft dick against your mouth.

"fuck- youre sick for making me do this..." you grumble as you take it into your mouth

"im not the one sucking my sister's dick." she retorted

you grumble in response, but lick it and suck it as she grips your hair and moans. you can feel her hardening again, and you go to pull off but she holds you there

"i didnt say you could stop." she warns. you keep sucking her off, bobbing up and down on her hard cock "fuck, im hard again, think you could go another round?" she pulls your head up off her dick

"fuck.... do i have a choice?" you ask, but you know what the answer will be. you suppress a growing smile as she pins you under her body again.....

[taylormarieee]

~She looks like lust and smells like desire~ ft. Daryl Dixon

Summary: You come to deanna's party dressed all hot and sexy for your two favourite boys knowing exactly how the nights gonna end.

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Pure filthy smut

Pairing: Rick X fem!reader X Daryl

Warnings: Threesome, PiV sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral(F&M), Daryl and Rick do not kiss or do anything of the sort they just please the reader, Dom/Sub dynamic, Pussy drunk Rick, Cock drunk reader, Reader rides Daryl's face, Cream-pie, Breeding kinks, Mentions of alcohol, Doggy style, Just pure and filthy smut! Enjoy!

You and the group were a little bit skeptical of Deanna and her ways, especially Rick and Daryl considering they don't trust so easily. Rosita and Carol had there suspicions but decided to brush it off for the good of the group.

For the most part everyone was happy. No problems yet at least.

Deanna says she's throwing a little welcome party for you guys. Typical. Of course she would throw a party like it's the real world again, like we're friends. But, you went on a run with Rosita and found this gorgeous black dress that fits your curves just right.

It was sure to be the dress to make everyone swoon and drool over you. Plus you wanted to have fun and feel pretty. You haven't felt much like that in a long time. So you slip on your dress put on these pretty black stilettos you found as well.

You make your way down the stairs and is met with rosita.

"Girl you took like two hours! What were you doing?" She says with a slight chuckle. "One, I did not take two hours Perra! And Two I was making sure I look good. Haven't felt like this in a while. Feels like prom all over again." You say sadly looking down at your dress.

"Its ok girlie, let's go shall we!?" She says with a smile holding out her arm for you to take. You gladly take her arm and walk out the door.

You both arrive at deanna's house together and knock on the door. There's music playing but someone heard the door. Glenn.

"Hey guys! You guys look great come in!" He says smiling. "Thank you Glennie boy!" You say hugging him.

"Stop! You've been calling me that since the farm!" He says chuckling. You and Glenn have known eachother since Atlanta, you guys were the closest.

You two were like brother and sister. You guys never left one anothers side. You ofcourse was like his little wingman when he met Maggie.

He was so shy but you helped him anyway. You walk through the crowd losing Rosita to Abraham. You make your way to where the drinks are and you see Carl. You wave at him and he walks over.

"Hey! I see you got all dressed up!" He says smiling while hugging you.

"Yea I did! Haven't felt like this since before the end of the world came you know? So I thought when I heard party why not dress up!?" You say hugging him back.

You see Enid walk by and that's when Carl says, "Uh I gotta go see you at home?" He asks. "Go get her Carl! I will see you at home!" I say smiling. He chuckles and puts his head down before walking the way Enid went.

You feel a pair of eyes on you but you don't know who's watching you. You look around getting that feeling of chills on you body only to see Rick Grimes staring at you while seductively taking a sip of what looks like whiskey, could be bourbon but you don't really care.

You smile and you do a cute little wave at him and he smiles back. He turns away to talk to Deanna again.

Yet, you still felt a pair of eyes on you and to your surprise, it was your favourite Archer. Daryl Dixon.

You and Daryl were close but not as close as he was with Carol. Him and Rick were still your boys though.

Following you everywhere to make sure no guy in Alexandria tried anything.

The possessiveness and need to protect you was cute. But you always thought they should know by now that half of Alexandria either hates us for being here or is scared shitless of us. Plus you could take care of yourself.

You always thought Daryl had a crush on Carol and always tried to set them up together. Like going on runs.

You would always partner up with Carl, Tara, or Rosita first so that Daryl wouldn't choose you and end up being with Carol instead so they could get some alone time.

What you didn't realize is that Daryl actually had a crush on you. But you were always so oblivious that him and Carol were a thing or could be a thing at least.

Maybe part of it was his fault for always being around Carol but he only had eyes for you.

And so did Officer friendly. But you always had a crush on Rick. He was a very attractive man, so who wouldn't.

There were always glances that lasted to long or touches that lingered longer than they should have. So you decide to walk over to him.

You almost make it to him except your stopped by deanna's son Spencer.

"Hey, You look nice tonight. Care to join me for a drink?" He asks with a smile. You being the nice person you are didn't deny a nice drink.

Sure I'd love to. Do you have whiskey though? I'm a whiskey girl!" You ask him. He chuckles and looks at you.

"What!?" You say laughing and smiling.

"You have this energy about yourself. Your fun and happy! Butt yea we've got whiskey!" He says holding out his hand, "Shall we?" He asks smiling.

Ha! We shall my knight in shining armour!" You say laughing. Rick and Daryl stood next to each other and they both saw this interaction and boy were they pissed.

They both knew that Spencer was only trying to get in your pants but you were of course to oblivious to notice that.

You were always so sweet and innocent and that's what made Rick and Daryl so obsessed with you. They wanted you all for themselves.

Daryl hated sharing and Rick was just so obsessed with you. Together they were the most toxic duo. And they were planning on taking down their prey. You. There one and only.

After some drinks later you two get more comfortable with each other. Joking around, Laughing, even some friendly touches were made.

Daryl and Rick didn't like this at all but Spencer wasn't exactly doing anything inappropriate with you so all they could do was sit back and watch the painful show in front of them.

"You really funny! How come we weren't friends sooner?" You say chuckling. You pat his shoulder and he chuckles.

"I honestly have no Idea. I don't really like Rick or Daryl and i don't know, maybe its affected the way I look at the rest of the group." Spencer says twirling his drink in his hand.

"Speaking of them, I can feel there eyes on you all night. You must be extremely special." He says smirking and nodding his head in their direction.

As soon as you look over there you are instantly met with their death stares watching the entire interaction. Heat rises to your face and ears as you look back at Spencer.

"Look Spence, I am so sorry but i should probably go. See you around sometime?" You ask pointing your finger out to him as you ask slowly walking away.

He smiles at the nickname and nods, "See you around sometime Aphrodite!" He says laughing and holding his drink up. You laugh and walk away.

The boys look defeated. Maybe Spencer really was just trying to be your friend. They hadn't seen him do anything really. He joked with you and touched you appropriately, in friendly ways. Who were they to take away a friend from you.

"Seriously guys? You scared my friend away!" You say with the pout of your lips. It's taking everything in them not to take you right here right now. Daryl just grunts and takes a sip of his drink while Rick just stares at you.

"Hello? Earth to Rick!?" You say waving your hand in his face. "I heard you, sweetheart. We're sorry. Right, Daryl?" Rick says not looking up from your body in that tight dress as he nudges Daryl's arm.

Daryl grunts and lowly says, "Yea." While looking at your eyes. "What'd ya wear that thing for anyway?" He adds.

"What this? Oh! I wanted to feel girly again! Did you know Spencer called me Aphrodite!? That was so nice of him but I just think he-" You state before being interrupted.

"I don't care what he said sweetheart, I asked you what did you wear that tight thing for?" Rick asks, his blue irises finally enchanting you. fuck.

Whenever Rick looked at you, you couldn't speak. No matter how hard you tried to think of a coherent sentence, word, or anything, it never came out. Damn you Rick!

You stutter trying to answer his question and Daryl scoffs clearly jealous at how you instantly get all shy around Rick.

"I-I wore it for you guys. Thought you guys would like it because your opinions matter to me." You say heat rushing to you face in embarrassment.

They look at each other and smirk. "Well Sunshine, yer lookin good if ya ask me." Daryl says with a smirk, winking at you.

You giggle and smile at him. You then look to Rick for his opinion on your dress.

"Darlin, you are gonna make me act up tonight. That dress looks amazing on you but trust me sweetheart it would look better on my bedroom floor." Rick says biting his lip looking you up and down.

You squeeze your legs together and bite your lip looking up at them with big doe, glossy, innocent, eyes.

Daryl mutters a 'fuck' under his breath and grabs your waist pulling you close to the both of them. "Damn doll ya really know how to push our buttons." Daryl says.

"Your lookin like lust on a plate sweetheart." Rick says biting his lip again.

"Well if you guys like it then it was all worth it!" You say twirling around and smiling. They both glance at you ass and admire you.

"It was definitely worth it sweetheart." Rick says biting his lip again. "C'mon, let's take ya home and show ya how good ya look." Daryl says smirking and grabbing your hand while Rick grabs your waist.

After about a 5 minute walk, you guys arrive at the shared house. You walk up the steps to open the door with Rick and Daryl behind you.

You guys walk in the house and Daryl is just itching to get his hands on your pretty little body. "Why are we here guys? Did I do something wrong?" you ask confused as to why they brought you here.

"Nah sunshine, you ain't do nun wrong," Daryl says getting closer to you. "Were here to show ya how special you are." Daryl adds.

Your eyes light up and your face contorts into a small little smirk. "Oh, I see. Well, boys don't just stand there," You say seductively "Fuck me."

Both boys are immediately on you growling in your ear and both trying to tear that dress off you.

They both successfully take your dress off and bring you toward the pull-out couch. Rick between your legs and Daryl in front of your face.

"Get on your knees, sweetheart." Rick orders sternly. And you obey him getting on your hands and knees while lustfully staring at Daryl. Daryl slowly unbuckles his belt and takes it off.

Rick unbuttons his pants and drops both his pants and boxers revealing his beautiful 9-inch aching cock, awaiting to be inside you. Daryl reveals his hard, 8-inch cock with protruding veins and already leaking pre-cum.

"God, ya look so pretty from this angle sunshine," Daryl whispers. The throbbing between your legs is unbearable and makes you extremely dizzy. You close your legs together to feel a tiny release only for Rick to yank your legs open.

"Nuh uh sweetheart, keep those prey little legs open f'me ok?" He whispers in your ear, his body flush with yours. You nod feeling his cock on your ass.

"Please... I wanna feel you, both of you. Please fuck me." You whine feeling helpless.

Daryl and Rick share a look before nodding at each other. Daryl looks back down at you and grabs your jaw forcing you to look up at him as he bends down to look at you.

"Beg for it, then maybe you'll get it. You've been a bad girl sunshine." He says in a singsongy voice.

"Please Daryl, please. I'll be a good girl for you, for both of you! Please R-Rick Please Daryl, I beg of you fill me up please!" You beg, pleading eyes staring into Daryl's lust-filled ones.

Rick nods his head of approval a Daryl and Daryl lets you go. "Alright sunshine, get ready."

"You asked for it sweetheart," Rick says grabbing your hips to push your ass against him. You whimper at the feeling.

"Open yer mouth sunshine." Daryl says.

You open your mouth and wait. Rick lines himself up with your entrance and at the same time, they shove their cocks into your holes.

Both thrusting at rough, fast paces. Nothing but skin slapping against skin and slobbering gagging noises filled the silent room. Your cries muffled by Daryl's cock shoved down your throat.

Your throat contracts in a way that has Daryl groaning loudly, "Oh fuck sunshine." He pulls your hair into a ponytail and starts fucking your face harder.

Rick plunges his cock deep inside you, it feels like he's hitting your cervix. His thrusts are rough and deep. You feel him all inside you. You feel his cock twitching, it feels so good you feel like you can feel his veins.

Both of them fucking you just right you feel euphoric. This feeling is better than anything you've ever felt before. Blood rushing through you, it feels amazing.

Your heart rate pumping faster than ever. Daryl pulls out to give you a chance to breathe and catch your breath but Rick's pace doesn't slow down.

You moan out as your body jerks from his rough thrusts. Daryl looks at your puffy lips and fucked out state. You feel your orgasm approaching and Rick's cock twitches inside you.

You both moan out loudly at the same time. Your body starts convulsing and shaking as you squirt all over the place. Your orgasm hits you so hard your eyes cross.

Rick shoots his warm cum inside you. The feeling of him cumming inside you is enough to have you cumming again. Daryl is jerking himself off at the sight.

"Where do ya want it sunshine?" He aska. "M-My mouth." You open your mouth for him and wrap your lips around his cock. Lips warm like a blanket.

He groans and shoots his cum straight down your throat. He gives one last final thrust before he pulls out. You stick your tongue out and show him the cum sitting on your tongue and you let it drip between your breasts before swallowing the rest.

You maintain eye contact through it all. Rick doesn't pull out yet, still breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. He starts thrusting again, "Wanna breed you so badly, wanna cum inside your pretty tight pussy again, want you to have my babies." He says.

You cry out at the overstimulation. And try your best to push him off you. Eventually, Daryl tells him to calm down but he just keeps mumbling at how good your pussy feels and how well you take him. Rick is so drunk off your pussy that it's like a drug. He wants more of it. More of you.

He pulls out though and falls onto his back. "Well, how good is tha pussy? I wanna try." He says with a smirk on his face.

Your body is limp but you still have some strength left. You get off your hands and lean back on your feet. Daryl picks. you up and lays. back and rests you on his stomach. Involuntarily, you grind on his stomach. You whimper and put your hands on his chest.

He lifts your hips closer to his face, "Want ya to ride my face, okay? Take it easy, wanna taste ya." Daryl says. You nod and he smiles. He lifts your body and slowly lowers you on his face, intoxicated by your smell he flattens his tongue against your slit.

You gasp and grab his hair. He starts lapping at your clit, licking from your slit to your clit. He moans into you and you groan feeling the vibrations.

Your moans start to get louder as he starts to prod and poke at your entrance. Haps up whatever he can, all of your juices flowing from your wet pussy. He loves how you taste and how you smell. You taste sweet like candy and fruity like strawberries. And you smell like peaches and whiskey.

God, you drove him crazy. You drove him absolutely crazy. He was so feral for you.

The things you do, the clothes you wear, how hot you are, how brave you are.

All those things always shot a spark down to his crotch every time. It drove him crazy.

Your pretty little noises grew louder and the pattern was all over the place. He could tell you were about to cum again. He continued to fuck you with. his tongue and lap up your juices.

You let out a long drawled fuck, with a cry of his name while you came all over his face. You rode and grinded on his face trying to ride out your high.

You scooted down from his face to his thighs and fell on top of him. He rested you on the couch and got up. He offered Rick a hand as he was clearly still fucked out.

Rick carried you up the stairs bridal style while Daryl got you a warm, wet rag to clean you off. The smell of sex, cum, and sweat lingering on your pretty body.

They wiped themselves off and got in bed with you. They sandwiched you in between them and kissed you goodnight.

A/N: Whewwww! That was hot! Personally, I enjoyed writing this one. It took me a while but I did it! I hope all enjoyed it! The longest fic I've written so far.

Taglist: @murdadixon @catt-leya @carlsdarling @carlgrimesenthusiast. @rickswh0r3 @sickyrat @sinsandsweetness @the-dixon-effect @number1gal @daryldixmedown @darylscvmdumpster @loveforcarl

[arietheyluv]

GIRLS NEED LOVE!

— a scaramouche x reader smau —

— 2. bozo

6:32 am

this morning was a cold one, you're freezing but that's alright, you'll get used to it at some point. feeling anxious about being alone in your class, will you even make any friends with that humor of yours? maybe, maybe not.

opening the door to the cafe you see lumine and ayaka, like usual, yoimiya is a little late.

"yn, your drink came to the table faster than you" lumine says while ayaka signals for you to sit next to her. you do as such and take a sip of your coffee, and then take a bite of the cookie on lumine's plate as she stares in disbelief.

with a mouth full of cookies, "I have math as a first subject, I need a rope" you complain and scroll through your phone to show the girls your class schedule. math, computer science, english, english again, history, then art.

"you have mr. albedo for art, he's a nice teacher, just don't accidentally or intentionally spill water on him" lumine says, she starts talking about all of the teachers and which of the ones were asses and which were good at their job.

time goes by, at some point yoimiya arrives to pick up ayaka, and eventually the clock hits 7:20, having not finished your coffee, you prepare to bring it with you, "yn, since you're going earlier do you want aether to guide you to school? just so you don't get lost and have someone you can ask questions" lumine offers.

"aether?.." you trail off, who is aether?

"my brother, the one with longer hair than me" oh. before you can accept her offer she goes into the back of the cafe and you can hear her yell at what you could guess is her brother.

seconds later, lumine and her brother come out of the back, or the kitchen, whatever you call it. "introduce yourself, what are you waiting for dude" lumine hits aether on the shoulder.

"ow– what the fuck–" another hit on the shoulder cuts him off, "uhm hi I'm aether, we're classmates right?" he steps away from his sister who is staring bullets into his head.

"yeah, I'm yn, can we get going now I don't really have the time to be late sorry" you nervously laugh, aether nods and grabs your bag for you. "see you later lumi!" you say as you close the door of the cafe.

— (⁠✿) —

on the walk to school, you kinda just followed aether around, sipped your coffee, and didn't speak much, it wasn't super awkward though, just a bit.

"hey uhm y/n, i need to go meet up with some guys, our classroom is just right at the floor above us, i think there's a sign anyway, you'll probably find it" he says in an apologetic way and runs off into the distance, "yeah no problem that's okay with me!"

you wished he didn't leave you, 2 minutes later you bumped into a guy and spilled your coffee onto his uniform. "I am so sorry let me get that for you–" he cuts you off, "leave me alone, and watch where you're going, stupid"

what a rude guy, it was an accident and he calls you stupid? he wasn't watching where he was going either, what a bitch, but anyway, you brushed it off and chilled around until the bell rang, then you went inside the room.

you saw two familiar faces, aether and the rude guy you bumped into talking to each other, the tables were grouped in two and the only seat available was next to the rude dude.

seeing you enter the room, aether gestures for you to come over and so you do. "yn, this is my friend scara" he introduces, wanting you to make friends probably.

"this is the girl i was talking about aether" scaramouche titters, you sit down on the seat next to him and he scoots away from you a little, "the one who bumped into you and threw coffee at you?".

"I didn't throw it! It was an accident I'm sorry" you apologize and he doesn't even acknowledge it, just snickers before talking to aether again.

girls need love!

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imsosososo sorry the picture quality on the last 3 screenshots was bad, idk whats wrong with my phone rn

hi, its 5am and im severely dehydrated, lets make hwachae

ok just clearing this up, ayato doesn't chat so much because he's busy eating and being a diva

comment to be added to the taglist!

IN WHICH: as you move from your home country, mondstadt to inazuma you find yourself having a hard time to adjust to your new life. It doesn't help when you accidentally spilt your coffee onto one of the richest students in your new school, and what makes it worse is when you find out you have to spend a whole year with him, as your roommate.

taglist (open): @goodvibesonlyxd @usagiarchive @bananasquash @shidouuuliner

[khristie16]

Hi, could you write about charles being domineering and possessive? I love your writing, smut please!

Well this turned out toxic lol, enjoy :** Warnings: charles is controlling and toxic, face slapping, cnc, fingering, oral, video footage, p in v, the plot is needed

Charles? Yes, my love? You said the business dinner is tomorrow at seven right? Yes, why? Well, - I really wanted to visit my friends. I haven't seen them in a while. -

You two were lying in the bed now, ready to sleep. At least Charles was, your mind was drifting away. You and Charles were dating for some time already. You were losing counts because Charles made sure you celebrate each month of being together. Giving you gifts, inviting you to luxury dinners, beautiful operas and showing you off practically everywhere. Sometimes when you wanted anything more chill, he made sure to make your wish come true. So you were indeed very happy with him. But last months were all about the two of you and you started missing your friends, even though you are a good friend and are always there for them, even if it means only texting and calling each other every second day. -

Baby but I've told you about the dinner soon enough. I know, it's just - I haven't seen them in person for a while. YN, I need you there.

He was right. You indeed knew about this dinner soon enough, yet you was sad you have to cancel on them.

Ok - you said unhappy. In reaction, Charles squeezed you even more then before and held you tightly for the rest of the night.

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The next day you went to work and thought about the upcoming event. Another business dinner, it wasn't anything fun. All they did was talk business and bad jokes about politics or women. Charles wasn't participating in these, but others were - even if they had their wives right next to them. You've told Charles you don't like to spend your evenings like this but he's told you you are his woman, and he needs you there.

On the way back home, you opened your phone. *4 missed calls from Charles*

You forgot to check your phone the whole day. As you were looking on the screen, you've heard the squeal of the tires. Taking your head up to its direction, you saw the man walking out of his car. It was Charles. Making his way towards you with hard and fast walk. Face expression unreadable.

Where have you been??? At work- Then why you don't take my calls?? I forgot to check my phone!

His tall figure over your own made you feel uneasy. He was cruel with his tone, words and glare. His presence was so domineering you felt small. The twist in your stomach was creeping out so you looked back to the screen of your telephone. You've heard him exhale.

I was scared that something happened to you. No Charles, I just forgot.

He nodded and took you by your hand, leading you to the car.

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As there were some hours left for you to get ready for the business dinner, you sat comfortable on the couch and messaging your friends. You were smiling at their jokes as you've told them about yours and Charles's plan tonight.

This guy! It's not enough for him to live with you! He needs to have you all the time for himself! We will fight for you YN. We're not giving up. Totally, I will make my fabulous pinna colada leaving him in agony and delight at the same time, he will have a hard time to focus, so you could sneak off and spend time with us!

As you chuckled, you've felt a warm breath on your neck. Charles was hovering over you, he seemed rather unbothered by the fact, he was invading your privacy.

Charles! Who are you texting? My friends as you can see Alright then.

He walked back to the bathroom leaving you alone, in a weird state, but you you decided not to think about that.

You tossed your phone on the couch and went to prepare yourself. You opened your closet searching for the perfect dress today. - red long dress with slit without straps and bare back.

Not these.

You turned around to look at him in confusion.

Why not? Because i don't need any man to look at you like you're a piece of meat.

You were speechless. Is he being real? From when he is acting like this. He always wanted to show you off so others could be jealous of him. You didn't mind this behavior, or when he was making the decision for both of you, but this was getting a little uncomfortable to you. You were still looking at the dress you were holding in your hand and did not wanted to give up on them.

Take the silver one, they are perfect for this occasion. Hmm,….alright…… - you answered Charles and dressed yourself. Yes, they were indeed beautiful as well. Just not your first choice tonight.

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As you were working on the last details in front of the mirror, Charles appeared behind you. You saw his eyes lingering over you body which made you blush a little.

Your boobs got bigger. What? I said your boobs are bigger. It's not possible, Charles. Unless I'm pregnant which I'm not. You sure about that?

You stopped paying attention to your earrings, leaving them on the counter. You looked at Charles. His intense gaze piercing right through you. It was getting hot in the room.

Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't mind YN. Actually, - I'd be thrilled.

He went closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you on the neck. Leaving wet spots on your skin and hands going a little lower squeezing your abdomen. You moaned a little and put your back to his torso to feel him more. He reacted with a stronger squeeze and biting your neck.

Charles stop-p, I cannot have a hickey - you giggled a little and pressed your butt into his crotch. He stopped kissing your neck and positioned his mouth right next to your ear.

Don't tell me what to do.

Your eyes had a hint of surprise and uneasiness when he straightened his posture and backed off a little. His eyes once again on your body.

You will change. What? The dress. It's too provocative. No Charles, I will not change! Stop with raising your voice. No! I've already changed just for you and I'm not gonna do it again!These are fine.

His eyes darkened, and it appeared he stopped breathing as well for a moment. As you wanted to put your earrings on again, he abruptly went closer to you and took his hand to your neck. Squeezing around your throat.

If you will - again - try to raise your voice at me and disobey me, I will throw you on the desk right here right now and fuck you hard you will struggle taking a seat at the dinner. You want that?

You could feel his breath all over your face it made you shiver. And his grip on your neck got stronger you felt scared. You immediately shook your head.

Good - he nodded and kissed your temple on the side.

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You didn't talk to Charles the whole ride. You were mad at him for putting such a scene back home. You've decided to talk to him about it when you finally be left alone. He has always listened to you and wanted you to tell him anything what's bothering you. Your happiness was his priority.

You greeted others and found a place to sit around the table. Throughout the whole occasion, Charles held you tightly and kept the greetings short and simple.

The dinner was all the same. Boring stuff to talk about and good food. As you looked up from your plate, your gaze met with this other man. His name was George. He is the youngest one and with so much less experience. Charles was the younger one as well but he had a talent in this, offering him to be on better position even at such a young age. George smiled at you and you smiled back. Feeling a tight squeeze on your thigh, your gaze shot to Charles. He was smiling at you lightly, but it didn't meet his eyes.

After the main meal you took a second drink for you and talked to other women, more of like listened to what they had to say, because you really didn't have anything in common. Run away as fast as you can, a life with a business man will drain you sweetheart. You offered them a polite smile and excused yourself. On the way to the toilets you bumped into someone. You looked up and saw one of the husband of those women.

Oh hello there darling. Good evening Javi. Being alone, just by yourself? No, I just need to use the bathroom.

You felt uncomfortable. Javi was a slime. Charles was probably right to wear a different dress for today's evening. You wanted to say a goodbye to him, but he spoke up again.

You know, my wife and I are together for a long time- -YN!

Charles was now approaching the both of you. Big relief spreading through your body.

I'd like to have YN for myself. Now. Of course Charles, I get it. Totally.

He smiled back at you and went back to the main dining room, leaving you and Charles in the hall.

What were you doing here alone? Nothing, I needed to go to the toilets. Oh really, with Javi? Charles are you for real?

He pressed his body to yours, making you step back to hit the wall behind you. He was mad and you didn't know why.

Stop playing with me YN. I'm not! I'm telling the truth! I'm so sick of sharing you cherie. Sharing me? I'm with you, what do you mean?

He grabbed your arm and tossed you around to on the narrow conference table on the side. You yelped with pain.

Stop playing with me. I'm not! You sure are. As if ti wasn't enough already. You trying to run away from me? WHAT? You don't pay attention to me anymore. Always speaking of your friends of how you want to be with them. Where does that leave me at? C-Charles, that's not true! I live with you, I'm with you, I love you! You do? Of course. Why on earth would you think that I don't?

His face softened a little but his eyes told otherwise.

Alright. But I'm done sharing. With who? Everyone. I hate the fact they have access to you. And flirting with George? I didn't flirt with him. I saw it.

He pulled your dress up and sat you down on the table. You hit the wood below you hard. He grabbed you by the knees and strechted your legs to the sides making you cry his name in pain. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you closer to his crotch. When you looked back at him, you had never seen a darker look on his face. There was tension, pain and determination. He started to move in such a way that he rammed his erect penis into your clit. The stimulation clouded your mind and you let yourself drift away for a moment of pleasure. The movements were slow, yet hard, in small circles. But it was not enough for you. You started to thrust right at against him but he stopped reciprocating. When you opened your eyes, you could see a cheeky smile. All logic coming back to you with loud exhale.

Charles What YN Stop it, we cannot do it here We are exactly doing it here. No

Making entertainment for other guests in the evening was the last thing on your wish list. You were about to move up and close your legs back together, but before you could do it, a slap landed on your face. Terrified, you looked up, tears welling up in your eyes.

If you wanna apologize to me about flirting with other man, you will take me right here right now so everyone will know for sure who you belong to.

He grabbed the nape of your neck and pounced on your lips harshly. Demanding for you to open your mouth. It was hard to resist, he was much stronger. He had access now to deep throat you leaving you breathless. The sound of others flowed down the corridor where you were and it made you think again. But before it could escalate, he spread your legs open and moved the hem of your panties to the side. Playing with your folds, his index finger running up and down and middle finger teasing your hole. You're always so wet for me. The tension building up in your abdomen was getting uncomfortable and you complained with loud groan. He chuckled and thrusted three fingers in you. Making you gag on your own breath.

Better cherie?

You moaned loud and uncontrollably. You squeezed your walls against him feeling the high approaching. But he teased you, slowing his movements and soothingly pecking your neck.

Charles! Take a proper look on yourself cherie What are you talking about?

He put his hand deep in pocket to pull out his phone. With a couple fast movements, he found what he was looking for. It was you in the bathroom, the day you first tried out your new toy.

You have cameras in our bathroom???? Yes - so I can look at in anytime when I'm at work.

Shame and embarrassment flew through you, an incredible heat filled your body and you wanted to hide. You couldn't believe you were dating someone who had cameras in their own bathroom.

You're mine after all. I have every right to do it.

Before could decide to protest anyway, he started once more to finger you. He went down and licked your clit. Meanwhile his other hand showed you the video of you moaning. It made you so horny you forgot about everything and felt the pleasure building fast. Hearing yourself made you more hot in combination with what Charles was doing with his tongue. Seeing him on his knees for you, degrading you at the same time with the video and pleasing you over the top. You moaned more with each one and when finally, he stopped. Writhing on the spot you cried out.

Pleeasse You liked watching yourself?

He chuckled as he stood up, got rid of his belt, opened his trousers and let him set free. He stroked himself while cupping your breasts.

Yes, definitely bigger. I want to see them. It was hard for you to pull the dress down, but you did eventually. He pinned your nipples. Taking his tip to your hole and shoving himself inside of you making your toes curl. His pace was fast and hard. Taking you by the throat, he fucked you without mercy.

You. - thrust - are. - thrust - mine. Do. - thrust - you. - thrust - un. - thrust - der. - thrust - stand?

He breathed to your ear. You screamed YES, wanting to come already. You felt your pussy throbbing in pain from all the stimulation.

I should have married you. Put a baby inside of you sooner.

You came with his spoken words and rocked on his cock for the rest of your orgasm. Leaving you breathless, you calmed down a little.

I've switched your pills…..

[sandyca5tle]

Mimic Meets Slime

I sipped my drink carefully, the hot chocolate within slightly altering the colouring of the slime it passed through as my body took it in, before my gel absorbed it, returning to its natural amber colour. I let my body relax, careful to not let myself pool too much, but glad for the warmth this cafe and drink provided, given the cold outside. I didn’t come to cafe’s often, but I needed something to warm myself up, stave off any ill effects of the chill weather the city was having. 

By sheer coincidence, I had ended up in a somewhat familiar cafe, in fact it happened to be the cafe where I had met another slime who was also starting her transition once upon a time….argh what was her name Dae? Maymay? May-

“Coffee for Mayday!” I heard the staff at the counter call out.

Mayday! That was it - wait, they’d called out that name? Was she here? I looked up and over at the counter, seeing who went to pick it up. It didn’t take long for my view of the cashier to be blocked by a sky blue, and kind of gooey looking, creature collecting her order from the counter.

Excited to reconnect with her, I stretched up and over the table, splashing down on the other side, my clothes quickly being rearranged back into position as I reformed back into a humanoid shape - with the usual inhuman accouterments - rushing over to the other slime

“Mayday?” I asked, suddenly worried I might have mistaken her for someone else… although ‘Mayday’ wasn’t exactly a common name

The blue bubble creature let out a sharp eep as her name was called an unexpected second time. Several bubbles of her hair seemed to glint, as the outside light almost made them look like blinking eyes. She turned around and started shaking severely at the slime in front of her. “Um, hi!” she squeaked.

“That is you right Mayday?” I asked her, squinting slightly at the entity before me “You’ve, well, uh, changed a lot since we last talked, so it’s kind of hard to work out from a glance - although I suppose the same is true of me,” I explained, gesturing briefly to my own appearance

She nervously shuffled her feet, staring at me like a child being scolded by a parent. She eventually looks up to take a sip of her coffee. Accidentally locking eyes with me. Her voice scratches out the words. “Wait. Oh! Oh wow I haven’t seen you in forever! Look at you now. A full on slime, with such a unique build too. How’ve you been?”

I beamed up at her, holding up a hand to show off the changes, as if my gooey body didn’t already showcase it enough “I’ve been goo-d! Bit slimier than the last time we met though,” I continued to grin “How about yourself?”

“We're look good. I mean you doing well. I mean… I'm good.” Slowly, she catches up to the rhythm of the conversation. “I'm sure it's a bit of a surprise to see us looking like this now. The actual medication has been fine, but it's certainly been a journey.”

“Given my own transition I’m sure I know some of what you’ve been through,” I told her with a sympathetic nod “Wanna catch up and talk about it all?” I offered “Don’t know if you’ve really met any other slimes, if not, might be nice to talk to someone who’s been through a similar process,”

She stumbles a bit. Seemingly scared by my suggestion. She takes her time tumbling the thought back and forth in her brain. “Ok. It would be nice to talk about it. We can walk and talk. I know a good park nearby.”

“Walk and talk, ah, okay, one sec then,” I hurriedly rushed back over to my table, my abandoned drink still there, and shaped my arm into a tendril the rough size of the cup before plunging the appendage in quickly absorbing the contents. A satisfied ripple coursed over my body as I took a moment to enjoy the drink, before bouncing back over to Mayday “Ok, good to go when you are!” I said, gesturing to the door.

Mayday smiles as I drink my cup. She seemed to find it charming. She held up her own cup and inspected it for a second before her hand wrenched open and swallowed the entire thing whole, paper and plastic included. I saw small bits of sharp teeth swim from the outside of her body into the hand that continued munching on her quote on quote, food. She let out an innocent smile before leading the way outside, politely holding the door open for me.

I watch the display, initially with a bit of surprise, but that is quickly replaced with an impressed smile, which remains as I leave the cafe, waiting a moment for Mayday to catch up “Well, first things first - teeth? Didn’t think slimes really did those, not that I’d be against having some like that,” I nodded towards the hand that had just devoured the cup “But-” I shaped something teeth-like in my mouth and ‘gnashed’ them a little, the slime just kind of squishing against itself- “I don’t really have bones, or anything hard enough to really work for them, especially recently. So how come you’ve got ‘em?”

“I had a feeling you didn't know, I'm not actually a slime.” She sped up to gain a bit of distance and twirled in front of  me. “The treatment I received ended up being the wrong medication. I'm a mimic now, I just prefer to appear as the soap slime I wanted to be… And before you worry! It's technically not Erian’s fault. Well I mean, he was pretty negligent, but also he didn't know it would happen. It's sort of like being a shapeshifter, but it feels a bit more, crude? Rough? Something like that. Toothy. We'll go with toothy.”

I scanned my eyes over her as she twirled, her form looking no less slime-y even knowing she was apparently a mimic “A mimic huh? Well, definitely mimicking a slime super well, couldn’t even tell you weren’t, even knowing,” I said, hoping that that would be a compliment “Your doctor was negligent though!? I mean, I’m guessing it’s fine given how you are about it, but still, that doesn’t sound fun, were you able to do anything about it?” I asked

She let out a soft yet strained chuckle. “Define anything? I guess I became his assistant. But directly payback like suing him? No. I've had enough legal cases for the rest of my life. But overall it's been nice. Being a mimic has actually been perfect for me. I don't think I would have been all that happy as just a slime, y'know?”

“Yeah, that’s fair, I’ve never even done one legal case and I’m fine with never doing any if I can help it,” I sympathized. I had more questions, but given what and how she’d said it, I figured she didn’t want this to be all about that “Glad to hear mimic worked out for you though, woulda sucked to have ended up as something you didn’t want to be after everything,” I remarked “And I’ll try not to be offended by the ‘just a slime’ comment,” I added, playfully feigning offense, a hand to my chest

“Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound bad!... But are you going to stay a slime? Slimes are generally used as the starting point for another species. Do you plan on becoming anything else” She walked backwards, staring at me, eyes leveled with mine. She seems genuinely curious with a question she doesn't have an answer to.

“Well, I mean, I do kinda wanna stay as ‘just a slime’, or at least, I have no plans to abandon being gooey, but I have started taking shapeshifter meds, since that was the whole reason I started this journey, the slime was merely a stepping stone I fell in love with,” I replied, holding up a hand which quickly changed into a mallet “Been practicing this the whole time I’ve been transitioning in anticipation - actually has gotten easier to do over the past couple of months too, at least the taking shape has,” I paused for a moment, looking at Mayday as we walked “Actually, do you have any tips - I mean a mimic is a kind of shapeshifter, and I’m guessing you’re more experienced at certain things than I can be as a slime, like textures and materials?” I asked, excitement rising in my eyes.

“I'm still learning, there's a lot I don't know about mimics. Textures and materials are sort of possible. It's more like making a shell or a carapace, and coloring is a matter of trapping light to get the color you want. So I'm not actually blue right now. I'm just letting blue light bounce off of me. Same thing as most blue birds. There's a certain bit of knowledge you need. Just the general idea of how something works, then instinct fills in the gaps until you get what you want.” 

I listened carefully to what  Mayday was saying, my brain whirring as she spoke “Oh that’s interesting, didn’t know it worked like that!” I said once she had finished speaking “Interesting that you kind of describe textures and materials as a shell/carapace thing, that’s super intriguing, although I will confess I kinda hope it doesn’t work like that for me, unless I want it too,” I paused thinking “The colour/light thing is interesting though, guess I’d never thought so much about it but that makes sense, although not sure I know how to just ‘reflect blue light’.... Something to work on I suppose, and hopefully those instincts you mentioned will come along too, already noticed something in that kind of area,” I finished, suddenly realising I had been rambling a little

I also noticed that Mayday was considering my mallet hand, before she proceeded to do her best to copy it. It came out a bit off. “It's surprisingly hard to shapeshift only a part of myself. Mimics seem to prefer a whole body transformation, otherwise it gets too obvious to onlookers.” She explained

I took a moment to eye Mayday’s comparatively crude mallet-hand, trying not to frown a little “Makes sense that mimics would prioritize an accurate disguise over… well a hammer hand,” I concurred

The mimic retracted the arm back to her default shape. “I’m sure you’ll get there. I wouldn’t recommend being a mimic though. It’s a very difficult road. I didn’t even go down a crossroads for it either. I think this will mark my 24th month. What about you? How long have you been on slime hrt?”

“I didn’t have any plans to be a mimic, kinda want a little, uh, more than that,” I said, semi-grimacing “No offence.” I paused for a moment thinking about her other question “Uhhhh, 27 months ish Slime, 2 Shapeshifter,” I told her “Last few months have been very fun, actually getting to be a full slime has been… amazing,”

She wraps her arms around herself. Slowing down to trail behind me. “Sometimes I miss it. Being a slime. It was pretty brief. But it was nice. There's definitely still a part in here somewhere that would prefer to be a slime over a mimic. It's why I keep my appearance up. I think I'm a little jealous.”

I noticed her trailing and turned around to face her, subtly making an extra eye or two to keep track of where I was going “This may be entirely wrong, or insensitive, but is being a mimic really that different - I know you’re choosing to look like a slime at the moment, but I can’t imagine it’s much different?” I asked

“It's…” she pauses, her face suddenly caught in a stream of thoughts. After a while she spoke again. “I guess it's pretty similar. Yeah. It's really not that different. Anyway let's talk about something else.”

I frowned, Mayday’s reaction had been anything but ok…. But I hardly wanted to press a topic that was clearly sensitive for her “Sure… uhhh you mentioned instincts? Anything cool there?” I tried, not sure if that would still be too close to whatever she clearly didn’t want to talk about “I’ve noticed a couple myself, but I’d be intrigued to know what kinda instincts a mimic has?”

“Bitey for a start.” Mayday gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t like breaking my form at all, and crowds freak me out a lot. Really being a mimic just makes you a giant introvert.“

I let out an involuntary chuckle “That’s one way of putting it,” I replied “I have to say, the idea of like, sticking to one form just feels unpleasant to me - like it get it’s a part of the whole disguising thing, and so breaking it’d be bad, but,” as I spoke the slime on my arms rippled a little “makes me antsy thinking about it, heh. Wonder if that’s a me thing, or an early shapeshifter thing?” I pondered aloud

Mayday smirked, unable to help but find those sorts of questions calming. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one constantly wondering those kinds of things. Maybe we could talk about it? Personally I think that shapeshifters might have the instinct to change into what’s the most helpful at the time. How that affects a slime or human mind is something we have very little data on. We could spend some time speculating on this more and… Heh, sorry, didn’t mean to start rambling on like that.”

“Oh no, no, I like that thought - I’d kinda hope it isn’t super environmentally driven, I mean, of course I’d choose something beneficial for whatever I’m doing, but I don’t really want it to be ‘forced’ as it were. I just wanna be whatever I wanna be,” I responded “I suspect there definitely will be some kind of instinct like that - self preservation will probably entangle with my body’s new ability, so I suspect in life or death, or just dangerous situations I’ll end up sort of reflexively shapeshifting to stay alive, but hopefully outside of that there’ll be no instinctive coercion,” My hand idly shifted from a hand to a ball and back again as I talked “As for how the medication will affect my mind going forward… I guess I also hope not too much, crossroads stuff still kinda scares me, but at the same time, unlike slime, I do want to be fully shapeshifter - I am a shapeshifter, body just missed the memo and is catching up.” I paused for a moment, my face scrunching in thought “Actually I don’t know if I’ll have a crossroads with this new stuff, since it’s an additional… will have to note that down to ask the doctors when I get a chance,”

“I can always check the records we have to see if we have any data on shapeshifters. It definitely won’t be one to one, but it could help you prepare.” The mimic offered

My eyes widened a little. “Oh, uh, that would be lovely! I’d love that!” I told her excitedly “There’s only so much info I’ve been able to find, so if you could pass on anything else, it’d be nice to be prepared - I’d rather not lose any more bones from surprise jelly legs…. well, not that that particular incident can happen again, but, well, you get my point,” I said with a chuckle “Had enough transitional surprises over the past two years- y’know they didn’t tell me I was gonna get chlorophyll/chloroplasts, I never remember which it is, they only mentioned it after I asked about it at a checkup!” I gave an exasperated gesture “So yeah, any info you can find would be much appreciated - I can keep a lookout for mimic stuff too, but uh, I probably won’t be able to find much that doesn’t come from video games,”

She doesn’t even try to hide the frown at my offer. “Don’t try too hard… Look, I’m offering a charity. I don’t want anything in return. I’d offer advice but I can’t say I know anything about Jelly legs. Most of my experience with slimes has more to do with hair care, and I only got about two months with it before the mimic side of me took over.” Her smile picks back up. “But, I at least know a couple other slimes and shapeshifters in Erian’s records, I can always contact them for more info.”

I frown a little back at her “I only meant it to return the favour, you’re doing something kind for me, ‘least I do is reply in kind,” I said, a little softly “And the jelly legs is past tense,” I added, my tone returning, gesturing to my gelatinous legs “Just a surprise that came with this all and I’d rather avoid similar surprises going forwards,” I clarified “But yeah, either way, would definitely appreciate that, plus would be nice to hear others’ similar experiences,” I finished, pausing for a moment before speaking again “Actually, on that note, how was your transition, mimic may not be quite where I am or am going, but it’s like a cousin, and even regardless of that, it’d still be interesting to know how it was for you,”

Mayday takes a step back. But then grows inquisitive and shrugs her shoulders. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt. It might be nice to recount everything. Most of the transition was actually just two months spent in a cocoon. That’s how the major biological changes happened. Before that there was the memory loss, Mimic HRT has the brain start changing pretty quickly compared to a slime, and afterwards it was the slow process of slime leaving the body before I fully became a mimic. It just about wrapped up a few weeks ago actually. I’m 100% Mimic.”

“A cocoon!?” I replied, shocked “That’s certainly unique,” I added “Memory thing fucking sucks though - I had all that change about 3-4 months ago when brain was turning into my core-” I gestured at the green sphere that resided within the centre of my torso “It was not a fun time. Kinda interesting how fast Mimic’s change - although I suppose it makes sense for a creature who can alter how they look,” I paused for a moment, thinking “Wonder if that means things’ll be quick for my shapeshifter changes,” I added “But yeah, brain changing was really not a fun time - as much as I would love to compare and contrast notes, honestly most if it is super fuzzy at best, just straight up gone at worse, as you said, memory loss,” I remarked “Was worried about losing more, or myself entirely, I’m not going to lie, honestly it’s kinda impressive your whole brain can restructure and you still retain who you are,”

I got the sense I just dealt psychic damage to Mayday with that last sentence. She spent some time thinking, the teeth on her body swirling as if they were chewing on something while she chewed on the sentence stuck in her mind. Eventually she looked at me and let out a sigh. “That's not entirely correct. Retain is a strong word. I think, for myself... I'd have to go with lost.”

I frown for a second, confused, my eyes running back and forwards as I mentally run through the words in my head. Then I pause as I realised… “Oh…” I looked at her solemnly “I guess that’s maybe what you meant with the whole ‘negligence’ thing earlier” I remarked, before stopping again, a slightly hopeful “Wait, but, I mean, you remembered me, no? So I’m guessing you didn’t lose everything? Just a few things?” I asked

“Look, you're two months into your shapeshifter medication.” She said, dodging the question. “You might end up changing in ways you never expected, and in ways that will hurt others.” She takes a long time to say anything. She clearly wanted to say something but didn't know the words for it. Finally, she sighed and stuttered out her words. “H-hello… My name is Mayday… um, w-what's yours?”

I blinked a couple times, processing what Mayday had said, before my face fell as I realised what her final words actually meant. I paused for a moment, before holding out a hand, a soft smile on my face, that hopefully covered the sadness I felt for the mimic - As much as we had bonded that first day, we’d only known each other briefly, so her forgetting me didn’t hurt as much as it could have, but I knew that for her, forgetting everything would have been horrific. “Hi Mayday, I’m Sandy, nice to meet you.”

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This was our second collab with @scrubbinn who wrote this with us! As ever love working with 'em and love what we came up with. If you haven't already, do go and check out their Mimic HRT (First - Latest) it's really great and you can learn more about Mayday's journey! The next side story for Slime HRT will be coming out (hopefully) soon (which technically takes place before this), and then I might do the first part of Shapeshifter HRT after that, or another Slime Side story, we'll see. First - Last - Next

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[phantomdreamgirl]

Obedience

18+

"You're home," you sleepily say, as you feel someone sitting on the bed.

You turn towards him, facing the faint light from the bedside lamp, to see him unlacing his boots. He glances over his shoulder at you and smiles.

"How was your day?" You ask, as he stands to take off his clothes.

"Don't wanna talk about it," he replies, as he pulls his camo pants down his thighs.

"Oh, sorry, honey," you reply, as he takes off his shirt.

Once he's left in his white undershirt and boxers, he stands next to the bed, looking down at you affectionately. You have the covers pulled up to your chin and when he pulls them back he frowns.

"I thought I told you I wanted you to be naked when I got home..." he whines, his eyes taking in you wearing one of his shirts with panties peeking out underneath.

"You did, but it was so cold in here, that I curled up under the covers and evidently fell asleep," you explain, while cringing.

His expression softens as his eyes travel up your legs to the curvature of your ass.

"Its ok, baby," he smiles. "I know you're still getting used to the winters up here."

He then climbs into bed with you, pressing his body against yours.

"I don't know how you survive them year after year," you add, while he gazes at you, sweetly.

"Its just part of living here, after awhile, the cold doesn't really bother you anymore," he says, leaning in to trail kisses along your neck. "Missed you, baby..." he then breathes, against your skin.

"Missed you, too," you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He starts sucking a lovebite into your skin. At first, you sigh when he roughly bites you, but he keeps biting a little too hard.

You whine his name, as you try to push him away. He doesn't budge, as he's obviously much stronger than you.

"Sorry, just want everyone to know you're mine," he breathes.

"But they already do, the whole town knows we're engaged," you then remind him.

"Yeah, but I see some of the looks you still get, and it makes me want to knock their teeth out," he says, with a scowl.

You smile and cradle his face, oddly flattered by his possessiveness.

"Speaking of," he begins, raising his head, so he can look into your eyes, "since you're gonna be my future wife, we need to work on your obedience-"

"My obedience?"

"Yeah, as my wife you'll need be dutiful and obey me..." he continues, matter of factly.

"Really? That's a bit archaic, don't you think?"

He furrows his brows in confusion as you roll your eyes.

"Old fashioned, I mean. Your dad really did a number on you, didn't he?"

"Don't bring him into this-"

"Its hard not to when you sound just like him," you snap, as he clenches his jaw.

"I don't want to get into this again, not tonight," he says, shaking his head. "I just...I just wish you would do as you're told..."

"Gator-"

He cuts you off by kissing you forcefully.

"Don't you want to make me happy?" He asks, against your lips.

"Of course I do."

"Then you'll do as I say," he growls, before sitting up.

You gaze up at him, wary.

"Strip for me," he adds, kneeling on the bed, next to you.

You glare at him for a moment,  before slowly getting up, temporarily leaving the warmth of the bed. The slight chill in the air gives you goosebumps as you pull your shirt over your head. He licks his lips at the sight of your bare chest. You then teasingly take your panties off, as his eyes follow your movements. He palms himself through his boxers as he hungrily looks you up and down.

He crawls to the side of the bed and sits, with his legs open, inviting you to stand between them. You take a step forward and his hands are immediately all over you.

"Fuck..." he sighs, as he doesn't know where to look. "So beautiful, baby."

He looks up at you, as you drape your arms around him. You lean down and press a filthy kiss to his lips, that has him moaning into it. You then move to straddle his lap.

"I think I've already been a good wife in training for you," you breathily begin, against his neck. "I mean, the house is always clean, dinner's always ready when you get home, there's a twelve pack of Mountain Dew in the fridge..." Your voice trails off as you press tantalizing kisses along his neck "...and, most importantly, I let you fuck me whenever you want."

He's already been reduced to a whimpering mess, as he swallows clumsily.

"That's pretty good, don't you think?" You ask, kissing your way up to his jaw.

He nods, while you subtly grind yourself against his clothed bulge. You press more kisses to his cheek, before he turns his head, connecting his lips to yours. His kiss is sloppy, lustful and you love it.

He then manhandles you onto your back, without breaking the kiss. He moves his hips just right against yours, making you whine into his mouth.

He pulls away, grinning. "You have been so good to me, baby... that's why I wanted you all for myself, you were meant to be my girl..."

You sigh his name as he sits up to pull his undershirt over his head. You reach up to run your hands over his chest, before he rolls off you to take off his boxers. He quickly climbs on top of you, nestling his hips between your legs. He smiles as you instinctively spread them for him.

"I can't wait to marry you, honey," he says, leaning in close so his nose brushes your cheek. "And make you mine forever."

You smile up at him, before he kisses you softly. His sudden vulnerability surprises you, though you welcome this side of him.

Your kisses turn needy as you feel him throbbing, aching to be inside you.

"Mmm, you want me, baby?" He purrs into a kiss.

"I want you..."

"Kiss me," he commands.

You pull him to you and kiss him hard, your tongue licking over his.

"Tell me you're my girl," he breathes, against your lips.

"I'm your girl," you whine, as his tip teases your entrance.

"Say it again," he instructs, nipping at your bottom lip.

"I'm yours, Gator," you breathe, while looking up at him, and smoothing your hand through his slicked back hair.

He smirks. "I knew you could be obedient after all...I think you deserve a reward..."

He then slides himself inside you with one harsh thrust, making your back arch and your lips part with a cry of his name.

"Keep sayin my name, baby, it's so hot," he breathes, while slowly thrusting his hips.

Elongated sighs of his name ring in his ears, as he keeps fucking you slow and deep.

"You feel so good, honey, you always do..." he pants, as he buries his face in your neck.

He presses kisses to your skin while your hands claw at his shoulders. Your lips are next to his ear as you breathily moan with each thrust. It only fuels his ego, knowing he's the one that has you like this. That you want him and only him. If he thinks about it too long, he'll blow his load too soon, so he focuses on kissing his way up to your lips.

"You love me, baby?" He then asks, as you look at him, dazed.

"You know I do," you reply, with your hands cradling his face.

"I wanna hear you say it," he says, nudging your nose with his.

"I love you," you breathe, pulling him in for a kiss.

He deepens it while moving his hips faster. You whimper into his kiss as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Yeah, you like that?" He teasingly asks, his lips curling into a smile.

You nod, as he leans up.

"Good, because I love fucking you like this."

His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer before he places your legs against his chest. He then grips your ankles as he gazes down at you.

You were already lost in a state of bliss you only experienced with him as you looked up at him. He then runs his hands down your legs to your hips. He holds you in place as he eases himself back into you. He then wastes no time setting a brutal pace. You cry his name again, throwing your head back against the pillow. It's like this every time with him, pleasure so intense you think you won't be able to stand it.

"Fuck, baby..." he pants, his hair now a sweaty mess, falling onto his forehead.

"You're gonna be a good little wife for me, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, oh God..." you whine, as he repeatedly hits all the right spots.

"And you promise to love, honor and obey me? Always?" He continues, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust.

"Yes!" You cry, as tears stream down your cheeks.

He growls in response before lowering your legs, so he can lean over you. He kisses you deeply, breathing 'I love you's' into your mouth as you finally come undone around him. He keeps fucking you until he spills inside you, while moaning your name. His hips don't stop until he's given you every drop of him.

Panting, he rests his forehead against yours, as you each try to catch your breath.

"Fuck, I wanna marry you tomorrow, baby," he then rasps, his lips brushing your cheek.

"If only we could, but your dad would kill us if we didn't have a 'proper church wedding,'" you breathlessly remind him.

"I know, but I don't think I can wait until next year," he pouts, making you smile.

"You can, I mean you already know I'm yours, and we get to do this every night, so it's almost like we're already married," you offer, gazing at him sweetly.

"I guess..." he replies, sullen.

"My poor, lovesick boy..." you say, before pulling him into a kiss.

"Y'know, if you were to get pregnant, he'd insist on us getting married immediately..." he suggests, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Your eyes widen as you shake your head. "No, we already talked about that-"

"Aw, come on, honey," he teases. "I thought you wanted to make me happy?"

He tries to kiss you but you pull away.

"We're not having a shotgun wedding, Gator," you inform, as he frowns.

"Fine," he relents, pulling out of you and rolling onto his back, next to you.

"Maybe you can talk to your dad about moving the ceremony up," you suggest, curling into his side.

"I think you should be the one that talks to him, he likes you better anyway," he says, wrapping his arm around you, anchoring you to him.

"Ok," you simply reply, not wanting to get into that argument tonight. "Hey..." you add, reaching up to tilt his face towards yours. "I love you."

His expression softens as he quickly moves to kiss you.

"I love you, too, baby."