It's been a rough couple of days. Well, it's been rough ever since you've woken up in this god forsaken place, but the past three days were particularly difficult. Exploring the crags revealed the existence of a horrifyingly tall bird-like animal, in which your narrow escape from it earned you two cracked ribs, a bruised thigh, and scrapes and cuts in places you never knew you had.

It didn't help that by the time you made it back to home base you discovered it half thrashed to pieces and your food reserves completely gone. Upon inspection you couldn't help but pick up the sharp stench of the pigmen, whose village lie nearby, and tufts of coarse fur. After salvaging what could be used later on, you took one last look around what used to be a decent home and limped towards a less hostile environment.

Berries had been plentiful the first time you came through the area, however as you trekked forward only bare bushes greeted you. A curse seeps out of your mouth as you continue, on the lookout for anything you can forage. By the time dawn set in you had just reached unfamiliar grounds. There was just enough time to find something to hold you out for the night, but there was also the matter of preparing a fire…

You had in your pack enough material to make one torch and one camp fire. The best possible option was to set up a camp fire and explore the unknown land for food until the torch ran out. Setting up the fire took twice as long, it was night time by the time you were ready to head out. With torch in hand, you ventured forward in the bitch black in hopes of finding some food.

Unsuccessful, demoralized, and ready to give in, you trek back to your prepared camp fire. The torchlight is running dangerously low, and there are still a few yards to cover so you quickened your pace. From your distance you could see that the campfire had been lit but couldn't make out the shadowy figure nearby. "Maxwell…" You think to yourself, a mix of fear and suspicion filling your chest. What suspicion you had before is quickly replaced with adrenaline as your torch sizzles out, engulfing you in darkness.

Panting and suppressing the shooting pain in your side, you slowly sprint towards the campfire. It's no use, you hear the thick darkness close in on you. The hairs on your neck prick up as you hear a growl eerily creep closer to you. You question the point of looking back, seeing nothing but darkness suddenly you're stumbling forward almost sliding into the camp fire.

You lay stunned, paralyzed by a near encounter with the lumbering predator that dwells in the dark. Your aching body screams at you in agony, the looming fear of finding out who lit your campfire overwhelming. It all comes crashing back, your painfully empty stomach, destroyed home, and rough journey through the crags, the severe run in with bad luck and misfortune makes you almost welcome the thought of Maxwell coming to finish the job.

"My dear, you look quite a mess. I've got just the thing to patch you right up…"

A familiar voice… You've run into the self-proclaimed gentleman scientist before and your prior experience with him was not pleasant. What was a curious experiment turned into a two day chase by a pack of Beefalo, and his comments about rabbits and trees made you question whether or not he really was a scientist. But a sickly sweet substance filling your mouth snapped you out of confusion as you looked up at Wilson. He was holding bandages that had been soaked in honey and surveyed your ribs, "Don't worry about savoring that spoonful of honey, I've got plenty more to share. I take it those Beefalo didn't let you off easy then?" Wincing, you grunt weakly as he tightens the bandages around your torso.

"Hmm? You must be starving." You hardly noticed completely cleaning the spoon of honey, but happily anticipate another helping. Skeptical of the bandages at first, you realize the pain has disappeared.

"W…What do you want..?" You manage to ask before Wilson stuffs another spoonful of honey in your mouth. A grin creeps across his face, "To be honest I had been thinking about you since we got separated. I have missed your company and our parting did leave me worried about you. In any case, you look hurt, hungry, and under a lot of stress. I want nothing more than to help you out in a time of need."

"Mmn – I definitely feel much better…Thank you…It wasn't the Beefalo, actually." Wilson sat and listened to your recounting of events. As you go over your journey you notice him inch closer, his hand caressing your bandages and slowly move down to your tummy.

"Ah, what an unfortunate and stressful situation you've gotten yourself into-", Wilson's fingers slowly slip into your pants and gently stroke your clit, "Is there anything I can do to help you out?"

"Haaah..!" surprised you think over his proposition, why not have a go with Wilson? His finger's circular movements worked your clit in just the right ways; it was as if your stress was being rubbed away. "Nnnh…Don't stop…" You plead, arching your back until a sharp pain cracks across your chest. "Unh! Wilson, my side-"

Another mouth full of thick sweet honey is stuffed into your mouth, this time accompanied by a jar. "As much as I love your effort, I think it would be best if you just enjoy yourself this time around." The sweet treat distracts you from Wilson's departing fingers. Your excitement grows as Wilson pulls off your pants and undergarments in one swift tug.

Shivers run through your body as the cool air hits your exposed body, you gasp feeling Wilsons warm wet tongue wriggle against you. His thumbs massage your tender lips, a giggle escaping your mouth as his nose nuzzles against the bottom of your tummy. You feel his tongue quicken as a finger prods your puckered hole, simultaneously Wilson's thumb wriggles playfully into your wetness. You forget the honey and clench down on the spoon. "Oooh…W-Wilson…!" Wilson's tactics change as his tongue flicks and lashes out, panting as his fingers pump into you rhythmically.

"Haaa-!" Your feel curl and your body tenses, but Wilson's tongue and fingers won't let up. You glance down, and catch Wilson glaring up you. It was enough to send you over the edge, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over your body. Panting, Wilson pulls away and sits up looking at his soaked glove. Still glaring at you, he licks his thumb clean and pulls the glove off with his teeth, "Mmmn…Sweet."

Fandom: Dont Starve

Rating: NC-17 (mild violence, fingering, cunnalingus)

Pairing: Wilson/Reader

Words: ~1200

Author's Note: Wooh! My first fan-fiction/smut story! I'm afraid my stuff is pretty tame…Hope ya'll enjoy anyways :3