Sockathan Smut

The Case Of The Cuddly Demon

  WARNING: This fanfic is fucking long as hell

"JONATHAN!!!"

Jonathan jolted awake and—

Whump!

That was Jonathan falling out of bed.

He scrambled back up onto his sheets.

Whump!

Only to fall off them again.

"Sock? Jesus hell, what're you doing here?"

Sock stared down at him from the bed; his big green eyes looked like popped water balloons.

"Are you crying?"

Sock sniffled loudly in response.

Slowly (his butt really hurt after that) Jonathan stretched to his feet.

"Sock," he glanced at his clock and groaned, "It's three in the morning; what do you want?"

Sock was still crouched on the bed; he stared up at Jonathan with dewy doe eyes that could make the Devil melt— now there's a thought.

"J-Jonathan, I, um, I just—"

He swallowed loudly and stared back down at the floor like he was pondering something before mumbling lyrics only bats could hear.

"What's that?"

Sock glanced up again with cheeks pink in the starlight and Jonathan tried not to dance into a bruised puddle of liquidy goo; now that'd be embarrassing.

"I had a nightmare."

Jon slapped an exasperated palm to his face. Seriously?

"Demons can have nightmares?" he asked, peeking between long fingers.

"Uh-huh." Sock nodded pitifully. He settled back down on his haunches and as inconspicuously as he could, began to wiggle his feet beneath the covers.

Jon glared at him.

"What're you doing?"

Sock bit his lip and stared longingly at the pillows at the head of the bed.

"Could I maybe stay in here tonight? Pretty please?"

Oh no.

Jonathan tried to fight the flush that ambushed the veins of his face, but alas, it was a losing battle.

"Wh-what? No! How old are you? You're a demon, not a kid! Absolutely not, no, get out—"

Big green eyes. Suddenly far too close. Gargantuan puddles of melty, fuzzy something pooled in Jon's stomach and for a nanosecond, he considered giving in.

Yeah, right.

He hurriedly shoved Sock away.

"No way, get out. You bug me enough at school, so why don't you—"

Oh God. Oh no. Did Sock just whimper?

Big fat tears began to fade down his cheeks in little baby torrents.

"No, dude, come on— it was just a dream, ok? It was just a— Sock! Seriously?"

Sock's whole body was quivering as mucus and salt water leaked out of what seemed to be every hole in his face. The little guy choked back a loud sob and somehow managed, "I-I promise I won't bother you. I-I-I just c-can't sleep alone. Please? P-pretty please?"