#slime boy

When you want to get up from cuddles he whines at you and as you walk away he just stretches himself so that half of him is still attached to you and the other half is on the bed

If he gets really impatient he'll pull his body together, pulling you with him back to the bed so that he's whole again and you're stuck to his side, as you should be.

You basically always have a piece of your boyfriend on you at all times. It calms him to always be touching you in some way and it means he knows you're okay when he's not close.

Maybe it's a little weird when he suggests you don't need underwear because he can be your makeshift underwear. Maybe it's a little worrying that he absolutely has to be attached to you at all times or he gets extremely anxious.

But you love him so much so why would you have a problem with that anyway, right?

He forgot how nice hugs can feel

Fairy Slimes are very small slimes that use the winds to travel. They avoid humans and any other big folk, but their rare sightings is believe to have been a majority of fairy sightings

They stretch themselves as far as they can while still keeping a sturdy shape, filling themselves with air to make themselves as light as possible, this way they can glide, parachute down, or ride the winds. This slime has a very thin layer of runniness and are transparent when especially stretched out

Ugly ass sketch I'm so sorry—

You found him in the depths of a dungeon—a tiny slime of molten rock, so insignificant that most adventurers wouldn't even bother killing. But something about him caught your eye.

He started following you after that, incinerating your trash with a satisfied sizzle, cleaning up your mess like a loyal stray. You talked to him, fed him scraps, and watched him wobble with eagerness. He couldn't speak back, but he was an eager listener.

He grew.... First came copied words, then limbs, then a silhouette that began to mirror yours. Maybe he absorbed more than just your scraps—maybe he absorbed you in a way he wanted to be human too, to be appealing to you.

Before long, he wasn't a blob anymore. He had shoulders, a face, eyes like cooling embers. He became your fierce protector, melting anything that dared threaten you.

He named himself Ignis. Why? Because it suited him, obviously—duh.

And it wasn't just his appearance that burned hot—his attitude followed suit. He got demanding! Possessive, Spicy.

“Y/N! I explicitly told you not to linger by that pond and gawk at those ugly water slimes!” His voice crackled with jealousy, molten eyes flaring with every word.

But at the end of the day, Ignis was still that clumsy, lovable creature you'd found. He just happened to have the powers to incinerate anyone who crossed him.