#lib x reader

A sharp gasp filled the quiet room, the shifting of the mattress accompanying it. Your breath was shallow and quiet, occasionally the air getting caught within you whenever the clinging tentacles sucked onto your skin. They’d release, leaving red bruises in their haste.

You were being held in place on your bed, the dimly lit room only accepting light through your window that welcomed the moonlight. Green eyes stare down at you, catching you in a predatory glare.

While you were clothed, the tentacles threatened to tear the fabric each time they wondered. Some went up your sleeves, some wrapping around your thighs and legs. One in particular inched closer to your neck, slowly making it way to wrap around your neck. Your breaths became nervous, quick puffs of air escaping your small frown. Your eyebrows slightly furrowed, eyes shutting whenever the lingering touch of the tentacles roamed your body.

Your legs have long since tried to close, but the tentacles that have restrained your knees pull them apart. This gave you the view of the man standing before you, on the ground—his knees close to the edge of the bed.

He looked down at you, watching. He watched as you struggled against his restraints, his face hard to determine, besides the occasional uplift of his lips to form a ghost of a smirk. He would do this whenever a certain noise escaped you, or a certain expression filled your face.

“What sickly desires you have.” He muttered, his voice thick and deep, but sweet and soft at the same time.

You huffed, your squirming becoming more and more frantic. A confusing mix of emotions invaded your body and mind. On one hand—you felt nervous—anxious. The growing pit in your stomach made you afraid to succumb to Wiggog. You didn’t want to accept the desire you truly felt. A desire that corrupted your empty thoughts. Of him—the one who invaded your life one day and wouldn’t let you forget the past. His growing effect on you has put you in this predicament. The growing need for him never ghosting away.

He had eventually sensed this—what you felt, even if you hid it well. He was always freakishly good at it. You knew he could find out—what you desired, on a more personal, carnal level. You were terrified that he’d find out. But here you are, Pinned down. Restrained by the very man you had been fantasizing about for years now.

Breaking you out of your thoughts was the small tentacle wrapping around your neck. It crept up your jawline, sliding across your check. It inched closer to your lips that shut closed from the contact. Your eyes pinched closed as you felt the tip of the tentacle prod at your closed lips. You let out a muffled whine of sorts as the strength of the tentacle broke through, pushing its way into your mouth. It slithered it way in, slightly growing in size to fill it.

You may have been trying to deny his touch because you were trying to prove you didn’t feel a need for him. Make him believe, so he’d leave you alone. While, over the years of being under his wing (if you could even call it that) he has grown a fondness to you. But that didn’t overshadow the fact he’d tease and nitpick. While you, on the other hand, had been scared at first. But you grew an attachment to him in return. Truth be told, you liked him more first. But overtime, as the two of you had incredibly better interactions, you grew a more.. deeper attachment to him.

And as his tentacle resides in your mouth, the other one’s squeezing and grabbing at your arms and legs and waist, you had a dwindling hope he felt the same.

So, with this spark of thought burned alight in your mind, your limbs eased, your eyes slowly opening. Your body became calm, in his grasp. If, for even a possibility, a chaos of a man could find some room for love in him, you showed him you trusted him. If a being of pure cruelty could shred a bit of its darkness to allow you in, you would show him you are there, waiting.

His eyes turned soft, almost. His expression less sharp. His eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter, staring down as you eased into his touch. While, despite the innuendo of satisfying a carnal desire, a mortal would be equally scared. And while your body felt the effects of heat and desire, your heart calmed. He sensed you felt.. safe.

The tentacle slid out of your mouth, and you took a deep, calm breath in. Your eyes connected with his, and in that moment, you felt truly connected to him. Like you both came to an understanding. In a sick, lustful scene, maybe it was what was needed for you to show him you’ll allow him that vantage.

Slowly, you felt the tug of tentacles. You were pulled close, at the edge of the bed. You breathed heavily, but steadily. He now loomed over you, his eyes hooded. Your heart raced finally, but not in fear. The tentacle that was wrapped around your neck freed you, escaping-eventually disappearing into the shadows of the room. Slowly, one by one, the tentacles disappeared, leaving you and your disheveled form lying, panting on the bed.

The bed sunk slowly, the weight of Wiggog’s body becoming present on it. You slowly lifted up, leaning on your elbows. He leaned in slowly, his hand finding your chest to push you back down. The tension was beyond thick, slowly cracking by each passing moment. He slowly climbed on top of you, his knee pressing closer to you. You felt still, shy to make contact. But as you looked at him, you could tell there was something else going on in his mind. His face showed an expression you had never seen before, only in quick, lingering gazes that would be shared for split seconds before his regular face came back. Mostly before he weren’t away, into the black or elsewhere.

“You must know, I don’t love easy.” He mumbled, green tendrils falling into his face. His eyes peered at you, him fighting the urge to break the tension.

You looked, eyes switching from his two eyes. Your chest raised and fell, and a sense of warmth embraced you.

“You think I don’t know that? I’ve known you for years..” you mumbled in return, your eyes lowering to his lips, roaming his face.

He chuckled lowly, and a moment later, after what felt like time had stopped—his lips reached yours. A deep, long kiss. You leaned into him, but mostly he leaned in. You were flat against the bed, the weight of him evident. You felt the creeping of tentacles once again finding you, wrapping around limbs. They almost seemed.. distracted. Hesitant whenever Wiggog would kiss you again and again. His mind was too focused on you.

That night was spent with longing touches and satisfying the desires of both of you. In the end, Wiggog knew we.. liked you. He couldn’t admit he loved you, not yet. But deep down, he did. Eventually—he would come to terms with it.

You had tried getting through the day with no tears. You really tried. But one small thing piled on another, and another, and another… you couldn’t take it. As soon as your work shift ended, you bolted out of there. You needed to get away from all the loud noises, the people, everything. Everything just felt so.. overwhelming.

But as you watch the road drag on, the town stores becoming houses, the houses becoming trees, you drive on. You had debated going home, changing into something less itchy and sit on your couch. It had seemed nice—being in the comforts of your own home, away from peering eyes. But you remembered the mess that was waiting for you when you get back. The thought alone overwhelmed you, making a pit in your stomach.

So you drove on, the cloudy skies darkening with each passing moment. Droplets of rain scattered across your car windows, thudding against the roof. It created a sense of comfort. The sound had a certain melody to it that calmed you down always. You eventually make it to a small pond, parking just in front of it. You turned your car off, leaning back in your seat as you watched the pond. The way the water rippled, the leafs of trees dripping water droplets across the grassy ground. After a moment, you release a breath you didn’t know you had been keeping in. You opened your car door, stepping out of it and onto the dirt road. You walked closer to the pond, not caring the water starting to seep into your clothes. You eventually found a tree, large and filled with leaves. So many, you couldn’t even see the sky penetrate through them. You sat under it, a dry spot waiting for you. It was still in perfect view of everything around you. You leaned into the trees bark, grounding yourself. Your hands played along the roots of the tree, feeling the texture of wood and grass and dirt. Doing this helped you stay within yourself, not drifting away. After a few moments that felt like an hour, you felt pressure on your shoulders, sides and legs. You looked down, seeing familiar tentacles wrap around you in a soft, embracing way. All the overwhelming thoughts that you kept bundled in your mind went away, fogging up. You stayed still, watching more tentacles embrace you. One caressed your check, sliding to your chin. You took breath in.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” A voice spoke close to your ear. Though no one was there, you heard it. The familiar, comforting low voice. You blinked a few times, trying to think of something to say. But as you tried, you couldn’t quite place what to say. Did you even know why you’re upset?

“I.. I don’t really know.” You mumble, leaning into the tentacles that grazed your face. “I think it could be numerous things piled up. Maybe.” You mumbled again, the rain almost louder than your voice. But Wiggly could hear.

Suddenly, a hand replaced the tentacle. Before you could realize it, it wasn’t the bark that you leaned on, rather, a chest. You breathed in, the familiar smell embraced you. Wiggly would often find out your favourite scents, manipulating them around you. You always smelt something nice and relaxing when he was with you.

Your hand found his on your face, placing yours on top of his. You squeezed it very slightly. Talking wasn’t the thing you did best when feeling like this. Once you started talking, the words felt like vomit. Wiggly knew this, and opted for touches of acknowledgement. His long, lithe fingers found your hair. Twirling the strands around his hands playfully. Sometimes, if he knew you were up to listening, he would ramble about anything. He’d save any talk of chaos, rather interesting things he’s seen recently. You would listen, enjoying the comfort of his voice and presence. This wasn’t one of those times though, you just needed a moment to collect your thoughts. But sometimes being in your mind was exhausting.

“While I’m not the one to rely on for human needs, I believe it is good if you sleep, dear. You look tired.” He spoke lightly, bringing you closer into him. His legs pressed against yours, his larger farm closing you in. You had never felt so secure before. His tentacles would sometimes reappear, caressing you. Sometimes, in similar situations, you would turn around, placing your head into the crook of his neck. You don’t know how long you would do this, but he just waited. You don’t know why he did. Why he cared so much. But each time, when you fell asleep, he was there. Often, if you ended up asleep in his arms, you’d awake to the comforts of your bed, tucked in. Why an entity capable of such horrors took kindly to you? You didn’t know. One day, maybe, you will find out why. But for now, as you lean against him, your body practically molded into his, you escape the life of stresses; of responsibility. Wiggly made you feel as if everything would be okay. A hope that there is something to look forward too—to love and appreciate.

Hours later, You awake, feeling well rested and a lot less anxious and overwhelmed. You were in your bed, the night sky shining with thousands of stars. You were thirsty, so you walked out to your kitchen. You dreaded the mess you remembered of piled up dishes, but as you walked in, there was nothing. Nothing besides a small note resting on your counter. In neat hand writing, it says,

“I do hope you feel much better as you read this, my love. Please, summon me anytime you feel the need of my assistance. Oh, and, Nib took care of the dirty plates.”