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Sebastian the Slime: Part Two
🕑 Added 2023-01-09 20:00:01 +0000 UTCMale Monster/Reader x Female Human
Originally Published: September 29th, 2017
I’ve never been one for making friends. To be honest the concept was a foreign one to me. Being a slime creature I was born and grew up underneath New York City. My purpose in life was to spawn and make more slime. That was it. When the mayor of New York arranged there to be an education system for my kind, I discovered what I wanted.
I was one of the few creatures who chose to leave their lives behind. I took on the education program and became its first success story. I graduated from school valedictorian. But I was alone. I also wasn’t accepted into any of the colleges I applied to. Not even my safety. No one wanted to take me on.
I went to a community college for a while before I found a flyer for the local police academy. I wasn’t quite sure why but my curiosity was peaked. I enrolled and tried my hardest. I discovered I had a knack for it. I genuinely enjoyed what I was doing. I could feel as if I had found my purpose. I felt I could really do some honest good in the world.
Even then, no one wanted to take a chance on me. It took my teacher at the academy some effort, but he got me a job. It was rock bottom, but at least I was somewhere I could start. It took me a lot of hard work. A lot of clawing and scraping to get any sort of leverage I could. I finally got to a respectable level on the force and then I was transferred. They sent me to a bigger city, one they felt I would feel more at home in. It would be hard work there too, but I was determined.
I was allowed to request a partner at my new transfer. I chose you. Looking through your records and your accomplishments I saw something in you that was also in me. We both had worked hard to get to our places.
I wasn’t surprised at all that you didn’t like me. Only, this was the first time it bothered me. I had such high expectations. I felt that we were kindred spirits and I could finally have someone to call my friend. Like I said, I had never been the type. You though, I so wanted to call you friend.
Like anything, it was hard. I finally was able to earn your trust. We grew close, you called me your friend. I was so happy. It changed though. I don’t know how or why but my feelings for you were so strong. You called it love. You said you loved me too and you kissed me.
After a few months of dating, we moved in together. I had never lived with anybody before. Well, aside from back home in New York where you had no choice. While we were moving in you fell and broke your leg. You were home for a few days and at work, in the precinct, you were stuck with a desk job.
It was strange not working with you every day, but at least I got to go home with you. And if I was lucky, like today, I could bring you lunch from your favorite diner.
You greet me with a kiss to the glass on my containment suit and you take the coffee and hashbrowns I’ve bought.
“Is it boring today?” I ask.
“A little,” you shrug. “I miss being out with you on patrol.” Your expression is tired and sad.
“It’ll be just a few more weeks and you’ll get the cast removed,” I touch your cheek and you nuzzle into my palm. “Plus we have our vacation coming up.”
“True,” you still seem a little sullen.
“What can I do, darling, to cheer you up? Ever since you broke your leg I can’t seem to get your old smile to come out.”
You smile then and you take my hand, holding it tight. “I’m sorry I’m being a stick in the mud, Sebby.” You lean towards me and I meet you halfway. You bump your forehead to my glass. “I don’t want you to worry about me.”
“What else have I got to do?” I pop open the glass for a moment just so I can touch you. You’re so warm as I meet your lips.
You blush and look around the office. “Seb,” you scold and kiss me again anyways.
“Let me take you out for dinner,” I say. “I’ll get off on time and I’ll take you to that fancy place on the corner you’ve been too afraid to go into.”
“You don’t have to, Seb I-” I put my finger against your lips.
“Or, you pick out a movie, I’ll bring home takeout, and I’ll do that thing you like.”
You bite your lip as you try to keep from smiling.
“It’s been a while,” I murmur. “How about it?”
You nod, “that sounds much better.” You kiss me again before I slip back into my suit and shut the helmet. “I’ll see you tonight then.”
I leave you, heading back out on patrol. I think about you all day, almost forgetting I was at work. I’m so excited to spend the evening with you when the rug is pulled out from under me. My current partner attempted to pull over a car. This turns into a high-speed chase. When the car does stop, they shoot at us. They knick my helmet and shoot my partner in the arm.
It was a horrible evening. One I had hoped to spend with you and make a great evening. Now, it feels wrong to go home. I don’t want you concerned and afraid. I’ve already let you down once today.
When I do get home you’re waiting up for me. You run to me as best you can and hold me tight. I leave my containment suit and wrap myself around you.
“It’s ok,” you say to me. “You’re home now. I’m so glad you’re home.”
“I’m so sorry that I couldn’t-”
“Sebastian, stop that,” you scold me. “Don’t apologize for this. I’m just glad you’re home. You’re safe and you’re home.”
“I love you,” I whisper, touching your cheek. “Thank you.”
You smile and chuckle, your eyes are damp. “Why are you thanking me?”
“Because no one has ever cared for me the way you do. I’m so grateful. I feel I can’t do enough to repay you.”
You squeeze my hand tight. “You don’t need to repay me, Sebastian.” Your voice is so soft and warm. “You don’t need to do anything except being you.”
I kiss you, pressing close until you moan. “Am I enough?”
“Of course! That is the most ridiculous thing that you have-” You look frustrated. “Am I enough?” You throw back at me.
I sigh and chuckle. “Of course you are.”
“See how silly that sounds?” You tug me towards the bedroom. “You must be tired. Let’s put you to bed.”
“Have you slept at all?” I ask.
“No,” you glance over your shoulder at me. “How could I?”
You open up my box and I slip inside. I peek out before you close the lid and I kiss you. “Promise me you’ll sleep too,” I say.
You smile, “of course. I’ll be with you tomorrow. We can have our date then.”
“I’m glad,” I slip into my box and you place the lid back on.
At some point in the night, I hear a sound and I climb out of my box. I see your phone is on the floor so I pick it up and set it on the nightstand for you. I steal a glance at you as you sleep and I tug the blanket up around you. You like kicking it off in your sleep.
“Seb,” you grumble. “You awake?”
I kiss your cheek, “go back to sleep.”
You shake your head. “No,” you grumble. “Stay with me.”
I can’t deny you so I slip into the bed beside you and wrap you up again. You sigh, nuzzling against me.
“Seb?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Will you marry me?”
I’m not sure exactly what I felt. I can’t say if what I felt was joy or fear. I was neither excited or depressed. What I was was something else, a whole new emotion I had never come across not even during my hours of studying.
“What?” Was all my shocked body could ask.
“Will you marry me?” You repeat again as you sit up, looking down at me.
I’m still too stunned to move. “Why are you asking me this?”
“Because I want to marry you,” you shrug. “I just…I don’t have a real answer other than I want to. I know it is sudden and unplanned and everything you hate but…that’s what I feel.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Your eyes go wide. “What?”
“Yes!” I shoot up and grasp you tight. “Yes! Yes, I will marry you.”
You cling to me, tears streaming down your face. “Oh, Seb,” you sniffle.
“I want to marry you too. That’s all I want,” I kiss all over your face as you cry. “I know you’re what I want.”
You kiss me and I press close. Your kiss begins to grow heated and I pull back. “Do you want me to do that thing you like now?”
You blush and bite your lip. “You don’t have to.”
“No, No,” I shake my head. “I like to do it.” I take you by the hand. “C’mon.” I take you to the bathroom and I place myself into the tub. I sit inside it like water would. You remove your clothes and step inside. I form around your body as you sit down.
“You’re warm,” you sigh as you relax.
“I’m excited. I’m engaged.” I squeeze around your legs and open them.
You lean back more, sliding further into the tub. “Sebastian,” you whimper.
I chuckle, I simply love to hear your voice change like that. I begin to slosh ever so slowly, my ripples rubbing between your thighs. I can feel you begin to grow warm and wet. I make hands that rise up and touch your body, grasping your chest and belly as I move.
“Mnh,” you bite back a moan as I begin to ripple more. I form high peaks that grind against your sex. You roll your hips, eager to meet each wave. I love how warm your body gets the more aroused you become. I don’t quite understand arousal personally., but I love when you are.
Your hand reaches below and you touch yourself. Your fingers growing slick as you rub between your folds. You’re already dripping wet, your pink has gone to red. It has been a while since we did this, since before we moved.
“I’m sorry I’ve neglected you.”
“No, no,” you mewl. “Sebastian I-”
“I promise to make up for the wait.” I thrust upwards and you cry out. One of the ripples pushes inside you, stretching you open.
You grip onto the edges of the tub and grunt. You squeeze around me and move your hips again. Your breathing comes out in shallow puffs. I expand inside you, growing thicker and longer. I wanted to hear your mewls grow louder and more excited.
Your nipples are hard and you squirm more when I pinch them. Your grunting mewls turn to gasps and bellows the more I touch and thrust.
“Sebastian,” you cry out my name, your knuckles white on the tub.
“I can feel your pulse,” I murmur to you. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
You throw your head back and bite your lip. You whimper loudly as I slosh more in the tub, nearly spilling over the edge. Your mouth hangs open and your hips rise up from the tub.
I pull out and you scream in frustration. “Sebastian!” You whine.
I ripple gently again against your folds. Your cream globs out against me. “It has been a while, hasn’t it.”
You bite your knuckle, grinding against me in frustration. “Seb…put it back.”
“No,” I sigh.
You open your mouth to argue and I rise up, kissing you. You melt again, opening your mouth as I swirl and squeeze around your tongue. I press inside you again and move like I’m stirring coffee. You whimper, grasping my hands.
I squeeze your thighs and lift you up a little more, pushing in deeper and stretching you full again. I feel pride in myself when I see that glazed over look in your eyes. I’m glad I know I can make you feel like this. Only me. I suppose this would be me being smug.
“Sebastian,” you whisper my name again as I rock you in the tub.
“You could never say my name enough,” I kiss you and melt back into the tub. I slosh a little more, stretching you a little wider, thrusting a little deeper.
You roll your head onto your shoulder, biting your lip as your thighs begin to tremble. I feel your insides pulse and squeeze around me. Tears come to your eyes as they finally roll to the back of your head. You tremble and shake as you grunt with each thrust. I move slowly, pulling every little shock I can from your body. I only stop once you go limp. I pull myself from you and rise up, placing myself between you and the tub. I wrap my arms around you and you snuggle close.
“How do you feel?” I whisper.
“Mm,” you glance up at me with hazed over eyes and a soft smile graces your lips. “I feel amazing,” you stretch against me.
“I’m glad I can do that for you.” I kiss the top of your head.
“As long as it makes you happy.” You kiss my arm and relax more.
“I’m very happy,” I murmur. “Right now if a perfect moment for me.” You glance up at me in confusion. “I love you and you return it in full. You want to marry me and I want to marry you. You’re happy and warm and glowing in my arms. I’m holding a glowing goddess so beautiful and amazing. It’s perfect.”
Your cheeks turn red and my favorite smile of yours returns. “Where’d you learn to talk like that?”
“I didn’t learn it, I just knew what you wanted to hear.” I kiss your temple.
“I love you,” you tilt your chin up
“I love you more,” I dip down and meet your kiss.
You smirk, “I love you one more than what you say.”
“Well, then I love you a hundred more than what you say.”
You smirk at me and wag your finger. “Unh unh unh, I still love you one more than that.”
“Well that doesn’t seem quite fair,” I grunt. “That logic doesn’t allow me to love you any more than you love me. It shows that I can’t return you-”
“Sebastian, my fiancee” you press your finger to my lips. “I love you,” you coo.
I sigh and kiss your fingertips. “I love you too, my darling fiancee.”
