Seek is figure's seeing eye lover
Sober thoughts
Tw//Drunkenness (non-violent)
Seek is dealing with some stuff. It's not an alcoholic or anything it just had a bad day.
also, don't worry about Figure intentionally squishing Seek in its fist it's kind of like a hard reboot but for gay slime. It pops the air bubbles within its lover's mass (which appear from it boiling and is very unpleasant for the entity to deal with.)
Figure also stretches Seek like play slime for fun, which feels like a back massage.
There must've been a party the night before, because it didn’t even make it out of the doorway..and that its stench was a filthy cleaver to wrenched into Figure’s sternum...
Not that figure minded that much, but It didn’t take figure very long for the flesh-laden creature to feel out where its lover had dematerialized; more of an eye-laden stain on the floor then the puddle it typical rested. It felt dusty between its fingers. “Seek?” It clicked, brushing a gnarled finger up against the puddle.
There wasn’t a response.
It trilled anxiously, its fingers brushing up against its partner’s dark surface once more as it began to repetitively brush its palm up against Seek’s mass with more friction.
“Seek? Seek are you there? Seek? SeekSeekSEEK-
A malformed hand grasped Figure’s fingers and then promptly destabilized back into its puddle seconds later.
“..Shh, I heard you the first time.”
Figure stopped moving its hand and looked down towards where its partner was speaking.
“Why didn’t you answer me then?”
The puddle, still somewhat inert as its partner gently gathered it with a hand, the goopy entity slowly emerged from the fog as its eye peeled open.
“..I have had..t-too much.. sorry darling.”
"I had an inkling you did, You smelt like our finest anyway."
"..My eyes..are still spinning.."
Figure bones cracked as it slowly made its way down to sit on the wooden floor, with a wince of its teeth it gently brushed the eye-filled glob in its hand with a tip of one of its finger.
"We were all worried about you.."
"..I think I drank myself into an alcoholic torpor last night..tell..tell everyone everything's off..tell them I'm sick or somᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ.." Seek's voice rippled away into exhaustion.
Figure whined a little, it poked Seek with the tip of its sharpened claw-thumb.
"Why did you even do that yourself? You’d have to drink hundreds of gallons to get even tipsy.."
The glob didn't answer, instead, Figure could feel some small black tendrils wrap themselves between the twisted fingers of its hand.
"..Dearest, do you remember how sunlight feels on your skin?"
Figure scratched its head and trilled.
"..Warm. I remember it all back before the exits closed..I liked to make mountains in the dirt and hide beneath them to cool off."
"..It was always too damn hot out. I remember you once popping out from beneath them and scaring me too."
"I didn't even know you could shriek that high," Figured chortled, "I still can hear the sound of you scream-melting into gravel."
"...Dirt eater..I probably absorbed some on accident because of you, I felt heavier afterward."
"Never mess with my piles."
"Kfft..I also remember.. you climbing trees with those big arms of yours... you'd sniff at the leaves that grew at the top.. and..eat bees from the beehive.. in the other tree next to it."
"Did I tell you about how I ate them?"
"No.. tell me.. how?"
"I squished them with my thumb and my pointer, then, I'd dip them into the honey like chips. I liked the grubs better, they tasted nutty and very crunchy, I should've brought some salt up there."
"..Damn, that sounds like something that could've gone well with what I had last night..maybe if I dried them.."
Seek's words trailed off into oblivion.
"..Do you remember the back alley..?"
"..The one outside..?"
"Mhm.."
"I still see it when I pass by windows.."
"The real one, Seek."
"...Barely."
Figure raised its partner up close to the side of its face and lightly rubbed up against Seek’s face.
"..Do you remember our..creature..the purring one?"
“..The cat?”
"Yes.. that's what those are called?"
"It was so soft and friendly..."
"..Do you think its still there..waiting for us?"
Figure didn’t answer. It put its pressed its side of its head even deeper into the mass it had on its hand, which by now was unusually moist even for such an entity like Seek.
Figure could smell the scent of salt.
“..My Sweetness, I don’t want to die here. Not like this.”
“Do you want to leave..?” Figure trilled softly.
“...No. I know you like it here..I do too…Your library is my home..you’re my home…”
Figure could feel Seek mass begin to cascade.
“But this place, it isn’t our lovely home anymore..it’s a death trap Figure. A death trap.”
“That..thing..It twisted..f..Jeff.. It took Greed. It Took Depth…It took Silence..”
“I’m so sorry..”
“..I don’t..I don’t want to join them… I don’t want t-to die..I don’t want you, Screech, Snare, or anyone else I love to die being burned alive..!”
Seek made a sob that reverberated through its overwhelmed mass.
“Oh Figure..! I don’t-…It’s..”
Figure could feel its partner tense in its hand.
“It’s all my fault. I should’ve killed him. I should’ve killed him then and there. But I let him go sweetness. I didn’t kill him. WHY DIDN'T I KILL HIM LIKE I WAS SUPPOSED TO!-”
Figure quickly closed its hand into a fist, which caused the once bubbling, overwhelmed Slime to Involuntarily restabilize, leaving a shivering oozing mess in its wake.
“Oh..sweetness..my sweetness..I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell..”
Figure looked down and trilled softly into its gooey fist.
“Kkhhrt..shhshhshhshh..it's okay, its okay..listen to my voice..”
Figure gently unfolded its hand and reunited its palm up against its cheek once more.
“You aren’t going to die here..if you do..apart of me will die with you forever and ever and ever and ever and none of our babies will ever, NEVER come close to it.���
“I don’t- I don’t know what I’m going to do about Jeff, I haven’t scented anything or heard anything nearby..”
Figure's words trailed off, how could it comfort someone who can feel its heartbeats, who could feel it blood pressure rise who lives in your veins and can feel the cortisol rush through its Adrenal glands? When you can't even assure itself?
“..He’ll slip up eventually..we'll kill him then..”
"..Are..are you worried..?"
"....A little...”
Figure could feel a small tendril brush close to its face. Which, given its hungover state probably left a little bit of a smear.
“Please...don’t go away..”
“..Seek, I knew how you felt when..”
Figure made a clunky noise as it felt its partner begin to melt even more.
“..I know, but please..don’t..bring it up..”
Figure shook its head and brought Seek up to its chest, even from a few inches away it could feel the exhaustion pour through Seek’s mass.
“..You..You’re drunk..come here..”
“I don’t..I don’t think..”
“I’m so..rry...”
“Just come here..”
Figure felt a tendril prod it as its partner instinctively evaporated its way into Figure’s chest and slowly make its way its way into shared consciousness as the blind entity could feel tendrils find purchase in its brain as sleepy eyes sprouted from its host’s arms.
Figure could feel the excess alcohol seep into its muscles, with a distressed whistle it curled up on the floor and wrapped its arms around its shoulders.
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Scream Machine! Readers... here's some lightly-explicit juice to hold you over. 🥴💦
Keep in mind I'm still editing and some of this may or may not end up in the final version.
Alastor crawls over you, having to stoop so you weren't eye-level with his sternum," Keep in mind... I am not usually one to-- well--" You pick up on a flush crawling over the bridge of his nose, his eye twitching," I dont like being disrobed. And I especially dont like others to see me like that, either... but I still intend to give you every once of pleasure I can outside of it. For now."
You eyebrows raise as you nod," That's fair, that's understandable... you haven't seen me naked either.... yet." You move your hands to the straps of your dress, pausing before you move your hands lower," If you'd like to see, that is...?"
Alastor's eyes seem lost for a moment, a familiar haze crossing his features before he refocuses on your patient hands," I would like to see, if you'll have me."
You nod, your heart swelling at the stark parallel between earlier and now. His actions in alley were not unwelcome, but you almost felt more excited by his nervous, reserved energy. You start to remove your dress, Alastor assisting with slow, exploring hands. He relished the little noises you made when he caresses a spot you like, or shifts the fabric below your perk nipples.
You didn't mind that Alastor was hesitant about disrobing himself, and even with how suddenly your passions ignited... You've had a dreamt about this demon numerous times. Your confidence in presenting yourself to him was built up over a startling amount of sleepless nights, and evenings filled with desperate sighs of frustration.
Alastor discarded your dress with a flick of the wrist, eyes settling on your body with gleaming eyes. The energy he had wasn't to consume you, and it wasn't animalistic... it was warm, curious; filled with an almost innocent adoration.
There was so much to take in about your form, and so many things to appreciate with his eyes and hands... he couldn't tell where he should touch first. He wasn't sure what you preferred, and suddenly, he felt his body lock up, unable to perform. You chuckle as your hand comes up to his face, forcing him to look your way. You picked up on the anxiety almost instantly, making Alastor feel more self conscious. Was his guard THAT low???
"We don't have to do this, you know. If it's too soon, I don't mind waiting, sir." Alastor leaned into the touch, smiling and turning to kiss your warm palm. How forgiving and patient you were... he almost felt unworthy of it.
"Forgive me, I do want this. 'Just... lost in the possibilities." You look up to him with an honesty that has his heart clenching, and a heat starting to bubble in his core. He saw that bravado, that confidence take over: it served as a stark contrast to his eyes, which reveal the truest form of himself.
A deer in the headlights.
"I can show you what I'd like you to do to me, if that helps."
Alastor's eyes practically flutter as your hand teases along your hips, landing just below your collarbones. His ears twitch forward as you let out a pleased sigh, his chest expanding as he took a larger breath. His exhale shook with temptation.
Alastor straddles your hips and moves his hands underneath yours, allowing you to grab his wrists. Just this once, he would allow you the honor of taking the initiative.
" Then lead the way, darling."
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