Myct Oneshots and and Stories

Chapter 1 - Nightclub Nervousness (Slimecicle x Non-binary! Reader) /Romantic

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Tags:

Y/N = Your name

Y/U = Your user/ Minecraft user

Mentions of Strippers (and are)

OOC (Out of character)

Mistakes/Misspelling

You are a new portuguese player

Your user is Y/NonFire

Mentions jerking off

Internal monologue

Your cubito (character) is a Bat Eared Fox

Portuguese and English speaking Slimecicle

Nonbinary Y/n

You use fem and masc compliments

Makeout scene

ADHD/ADD Slimecicle and reader (so cannon and real)

Mentions of puking up

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Slime was in the back of the Las Casualonas nightclub. With his eyeshadow pallet, he applied a sparkly glitter burgundy to his top eyelid. He was completely in focus as he carefully looked in the mirror.

"I'm so glad to see you here!" Badboyhalo, or his stripper name, Goodgirlhalo commented with squinted crow eyes and a bright toothy smile. His outfit consisted of the most modest clothing of the employees and staff (staff are the strippers.)

Bad's hand was on his shoulders and broad chest against Slime's back. Bad leaned over his shoulder as well, his chin in the crook of Slimes neck.

Then an – "Ouch!" came out of a certain demon's mouth. He jolted up from being bent on Slime's back. He reached with a stretched hand and rubbed his penetrated spin.

A cringed and sucked in breath was audible between the pair. Both Slime and Bad turned, only to meet with the new islander.

"Y/N!" Bad called out to his new friend. "Hi Em chamas!" (On fire)

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay Menino mau (Badboy)?" You asked with a terrified face. You were fearstrucken that you had embarrassed yourself on the second week of being a new islander to your new 'best friend'. 

Bad was like one of those people who would pick the runt of the silent artists table and be social and say they are their new best friend. And from when you grew up as a selectively mute artist you weren't really seeing any differences.

"I'm fine, you big muffin head." Bad said with iconic, a tad annoying nickname and a sweet smile he gave to all the islanders. He graciously put his hand on your shoulder.

"Big?" You questioned with a fake sadness in which Bad broke into a concerned rant of apologizes. "I'm kidding blondie." You say with a laugh.

"Anyway I was coming to warn you that you're on next." You said slightly embarrassed that you forgot that easily. As Bad said a quiet "oh," you finally noticed his modestly tight outfit.

He was dressed head to toe in all different kinds and shades of pink. He wore a men's fishnet shirt with rugged cut off sleeves with a black cropped tank top underneath. Only his stomach and his midnight colored calves were exposed yet, still the most Mormon stripper outfit.

He wore long shorts with a Barbie pink skirt that just reached below his knees. His white long boots with a pink and purple bow individually on each boot. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as this was the most open outfit you've seen your new friend in.