Guys if u keep liking that really try of a small short fic chapter I'm starting to feel like rewriting it bc when I read it some things feel so off that I feel it can be better... But I also not the best writer ahaha. I don't know what to do </3
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ngl I still get surprised when ppl find this acc. And then I remeneber I put my user on my ao3, there is ppl still liking my stuff on there even when I decided to go in thi no idea how long hiatus ToT
Srry for this ppl, my brain just needs some time to return and draw old men fucking geometry and cowboys
hiii i found you on ao3 and i LOVE LOVE LOVE your art, and I was wondering if it would be okay to doodle some stuff based on some of the posts on your Tumblr (with credits ofc)... also, idk if you're familiar with bileshroom but I feel like their billford art is right up your alley lol
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Thinking about FiddleStan being a married couple with +25 years together. The inhabitants of Gravity Falls only know that they're a couple because of their symbolic rings and because they live together, because they don't show physical affection in public...
... Except for the police.
It's not unusual for the police to occasionally arrest Stan or Fiddleford, but when they're arrested together, it's best that they don't ride together in the back of the police car. They don't kiss in public, but they will put on a show like they are hormonal teenagers just to annoy and annoy the police officers on duty.
Having Pups and a Skittish Boyfriend Makes it Difficult to be Intimate
Fidds, wrapping his arms around Stan: C'mon, sweetheart; Ya haven't slept for ten straight hours.
Stan, staring at Ford's journal: Not tired.
Fidds: Well, I think I know how t' fix that conundrum~
Stan, wagging his tail with interest: Oh, really?
Fidds, running a hand up Stan's shirt: *Chuckles* I sure do~
Mabel, running into the lab holding a sweater: Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Fidds! Look what I made!
Stan and Fidds: *Immediately Pull Away From Each Other*
Mabel: Whoa, you're both really red. Are you okay?
Fidds, nervously: Yep! Perfectly fine! Whaddya have on yer little sweater there, pun'kin?
Mabel: *Goes on a Spiel About Her Work*
Stan: *Turns Back Around to Study the Journal More*
Fidds, under his breath: Darn it.
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Fidds: *Nibbling on Stan's Neck While They're in Bed*
Stan: *Panting and Whimpering Happily*
Dipper: *Knocks on the Door Frantically* GRUNKLE STAN! THERE'S A GIANT RAT IN THE KITCHEN!
Fidds: *Hisses Quietly*
Stan, snickering: Alright, gimme a second, Squirt! I'll get down there and catch it!
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Stan: Anyone got anything planned for today?
Dipper: I'm gonna binge that cool show Wendy told us about!
Mabel: I've got sweaters to make!
Stan: What about you, Honey Bunches? Got anything planned?
Fidds, thinking he'll finally be able to get freaky with Stan: No, nothing in particular. Why d'ya ask?
Stan: I have to check the perimeter for the week. It'll probably take all day so I wanted to make sure nothing important was going on. You'll be okay here with the pups, right?
Fidds, gritting his teeth: Yup. Fine as flour.
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Stan: The pups are hanging out in the woods with Wendy.
...so...Fiddlestan Werewolf/vampire smutt this is like a dumb scrabble/drabble ok quick let's goh-
- Fiddleford riding the cock of Stanley, his hand wrapped on his throat, tight, not letting the other slighty breath properly, wispering on the ear of the Werewolf "goob boy" any time Stanley moves his hips up in a way that reaches that spot Fiddleford is going crazy for.
- Adding another scenario, Fiddleford leaning to the shoulders of Stanley to suck his blood while bouncing his hips up and down, his hands holding both wrists of Stanley to make him unable to hold him. Stanley leaved in a groaning mess, wanting to hold the body of Fiddleford but he can't, he didn't espected the vampire to be that strong but a part of him had to admit it was hot how the other Made his way with him.
I had this vision of Fiddleford using the memory gun to fuck with Stanley as much as he wanted and then erasing his memory.
Stanley would wake up on the sofa with bites and hickeys all over his body not knowing how or why he has them. Fiddoeford would tell him that maybe he got drunk to the bar and got his way with someone and Stanley, also feeling migrane for the memory gun he thinks that yeah, maybe he was having a hangover in that moment.
The thing is, Stanley uses to in each time correspond the feeling of Fiddleford, the man wants him back but Fiddleford doesn't know why can't stand the feeling, it's to much for him, so each time he erases Stan's memories again and again and again not matter what.
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Description: Stanley and Fidds have a good thing going, something they appreciate and hold dear. Figures that the thing that changes things up would be a stupid mispronunciation.
Rating: Explicit (But mainly towards the final quarter)
*Slight warning for bloodplay. We're working with a vampire/werewolf pairing, though, so it was bound to happen.
**Also, it's been a while since I've written smut, so it might be low quality, idk.
Fiddleford McGucket never had anything against dogs. Heâd had his experiences with them when he was younger and growing up on his parentsâ pig farm; they were typically pretty nice, though not very playful. Most of the working animals on the farm were focused on that and nothing more; working. Granted, the occasional piglet would offer Fidds enough of a friend for the time he was allowed to play with them, he always enjoyed spending time with the nicer pigs and hogs. The nicer ones never lasted long, though, much to Fiddsâ dismay.
As a farming family, Fiddleford was well aware that the pigs were bred and kept for nothing more than selling for meat or even occasionally eaten by the family themselves. When they werenât being sold or eaten by the family, they were left at the mercy of the elements and wild animals, the latter of which being chased off most of the time by the family dogs. Every now and then, unfortunately, a piglet or silt would be taken and devoured by wolves and bold coyotes.
Fidds had developed a bit of a tumultuous relationship with wolves, mainly because of how much they could destroy the profits of his familyâs farm, but also because heâd personally watched one successfully sneak past the dogs and tear into a young sow with no restraint. Yes, Fidds was aware that this was nature, that the poor thing was just doing what it could to survive another day, but that didnât stop his disdain from growing every time he thought about the incident.
From that point on, Fiddleford swore that he hated wolves.
And then the Portal Incident occurred.
Stanley Pines was a gruff but kind man; willing to do anything to protect those he cared about. He knew how to hold himself in a fight (likely a side effect of being a Jersey native, Fidds had deduced) and wasnât afraid to taunt others who annoyed him (another trait Fidds attributed to Stanleyâs Jersey roots). Beyond the fighting and taunting, however, there wasnât much else wrong with the man, per say.
Save for the fact that heâd been turned into a (and lord forgive Fiddleford for his language) godforsaken werewolf.
Of all monsters Stanley could have been turned into, it just had to be a werewolf.
Fiddleford had had plenty of run-ins with the creatures throughout his time in Gravity Falls, and the general consensus heâd come to was that they were stubborn, aggressive, instinct driven brutes. Never before had Fidds found anything good about werewolves or their canid cousins.
Of course, until he met Stanley.
The feelings were⌠conflicting, to put it lightly. Fidds still wasnât a fan of werewolves in general, but Stanley somehow broke away from everything Fiddleford was used to seeing in the species. The only time Fidds was really able to properly compare Stanley to other werewolves was when it was time for them to eat.
Yeesh; let it be written down and memorized to never try and take even the smallest slab of meat from a hungry wolf.
The irony was that Fidds hadnât even been reaching for the raw steak, heâd just happened to brush his arm against Stanleyâs whilst trying to grab a blood bag from the fridge!
Not his fault the goofball was so food aggressive.
âHey, Specs, come âere for a second!â
And, speaking of said goofballâŚ
Fidds sighed and flicked one of his newly pointed ears before standing from his place at his desk. He and Stanley had been working on schematics and welding for the better part of the afternoon, and the country man had a strong feeling that he was being called over to do something silly. Like cuddling or laying on the cold-as-all-hell floor for no apparent reason.
âNeed somethinâ important, Stanley?â Fidds calmly asked, hoping that this was just a moment of brief confusion that could be solved with simple teamwork. The vampire wasnât necessarily in the mood for physical contact at the moment, and knew heâd be unable to say such a thing if Stanley was feeling touch-starved enough to pull his âpuppy eyesâ routine.
âYa bet I do!â Stanley grouched, gesturing to his brotherâs notes and beginning to snarl. âHowâm I sâposed to read any of this shit?! Itâs like he was writing hydro-glyphics!â
Fidds opened his mouth to respond, prepared to go on his usual âWe both know Stanford wasnât in his right mindâ spiel before he suddenly processed what Stanley had just said. âHydro-glyphics?â
Stanley looked up at Fidds with a raised brow, ears perking in interest. âUh, yeah? Those picture things that tell stories? I thought you were sâposed to be the genius here, not me.â
Fidds stood stock still for a moment, running the words through his head before chuckling. Then snickering. Then full on belly laughing. He threw his head back and cackled like a madman, stomping a foot on the ground before slapping his knee and taking a deep breath. âOh! Now that was somethinâ else! Stanley Pines, ya sure do know how tâ make a fella laugh!â
Stanleyâs lips quirked up at the sides, a small blush forming over the bridge of his nose. It was clear from Fiddlefordâs reaction that heâd mispronounced something (again), and he always felt somewhat patronized when it turned into a joke only Fidds seemed to understand. He never said that aloud, didnât want to upset the vampire, but usually went quiet so he could avoid saying anything else stupid.
âMan, âhydro-glyphicsâ; never heard it pronounced like that before. Iâll have to use that every now and then.â Fidds snickered, wiping a tear from his eye and turning his attention back to Stanley. His laughter died down and a frown appeared on his face as he noticed how embarrassed Stanley looked, ears drooping and tail slightly curling against the manâs leg. âHey, I didnât mean tâ upset ya. Forgive me if I said somethinâ unkind.â
âAh, itâs fine. Iâve had worse said tâ me.â Stanley replied, putting on a face of false bravado as he sat up and willed himself to look happier than he was. âBesides, I say dumb shit all the time! Itâs always nice to have an audience up close to hear it!â
âOh, Stanley, no; I didnât mean-â
âSpecs, itâs fine. Iâm fine.â Stanley assured, placing a large hand onto Fiddsâ shoulder and offering a small smile. âPromise.â
Fiddleford was completely unconvinced by the promise, but decided not to pry for fear of being snapped at. Literally. âIf ya say so.â
âI do.â A blush reappeared on Stanleyâs face at the words, and he cleared his throat before burying his nose into Stanfordâs journal once more. âMaybe itâd be best if ya went back tâ doinâ your welding crap.â
âOh! Okay. If thatâs what ya want.â Fidds hummed, flicking an ear once more before leaning forward to get a good look at his previous lab partnerâs horrid writing. âYa sure youâll be able tâ decipher that mumbo jumbo on yer own?â
Stanley snorted slightly, muttering âMumbo jumboâ under his breath before nodding. âIâm fine, really. Iâll just have to get a magnifying glass or use one of these weird inventions.â He made a point to awkwardly fiddle with a random object.
âStanley, honey, thatâs a microscope.â Fidds muttered with a barely restrained smile. He couldnât stop the soft giggle that escaped when Stanleyâs face turned bright red and he set the tool down with indiscernible mutters. âAlright, Iâll let ya work with yer âweird inventionsâ. Call me over again if ya need me.â
âYeah, yeah.â Stanley huffed, honing in on the journal and trying not to scream in embarrassment.
The two worked in remote silence for the next half hour, only stopping when Stanleyâs stomach growled fiercely. It made both men jump, followed by a shared chuckle as they quickly recovered.
âI take it youâre ready for a break?â Fidds teased, standing and stretching until his back popped. As he did so, his shirt rode up just enough to show the slightest bit of skin, the pale belly doing things to Stanley that he could barely comprehend. The werewolfâs tail wagged frantically, and a bit of drool trailed down his chin, making for a sight not dissimilar to a hungry dog. Upon noticing this, Fidds smirked and lowered his arms. âYou must really be hungry. I ainât ever seen ya so excited!â
Stanley damn near yelped as his actions were pointed out, one arm quickly racing to wipe away the drool and the other pressing down against his tail to stop the wagging. âYeah, well, I havenât eaten since early this morning, soâŚâ
âI suppose that makes sense. And beinâ down here donât necessarily help us know what time oâ day it is, does it?â Fidds hummed, fangs digging into his chin as he let his mind wander. It was a little habit heâd picked up a few days into being a vampire, and one that Stanley adored; though the wolfman would obviously never say such a thing.
He had to live up to his macho looks somehow, right?
âWell, while you stand there and think about quantum physics or whatever, I am going to get something to eat.â Stanley announced, standing and starting the journey up the stairs that led to their secret hideout. His ears swiveled back as he checked to see if Fidds was following, and he hummed with amusement at the barely there sound of swift footsteps trailing after him. âIâm thinking a thick steak, five pounds, nice and bloody to give it flavor.â
âYou like most of yer meat thick, donât ya?â Fidds hummed, not recognizing the unintended innuendo until Stanley quickened his pace and grumbled bashfully. âStanley? Whatâs⌠wait. OH MY STARS! Stanley, please! I didnât mean it like that!â
âNo, itâs fine, Specs! I know what you meant!â Stanley shouted, cursing himself inwardly for his bodyâs reaction to the innocent question. Damn him and his crush on Fiddleford! The poor guy didnât deserve that; Stanley was certain Fidds didnât even like men like that! Heâd never made it a point to comment about it or anything similar!
Then again, maybe he did like men; maybe it was Stanley he didnât like.
That thought made Stanley huff and storm away from Fidds faster, ears flat against his head and tail swishing in anger. It was irrational and unfair, true, but Stanley was never one who was very in tune with his emotions. Anything that wasnât anger, triumph, or general âtough guy behaviorâ was weak, thatâs what his father had taught him.
Of course, that was all while Filbrick was under the impression that Stanley was a ânormalâ son.
âStanley, please! I promise I wasnât tryinâ tâ make ya uncomfortable! It was a slip oâ the tongue, I swear!â Fiddsâ shouts of despair were nearly enough to break Stanleyâs heart, and while they didnât do that, they were enough to make the larger man stop and let Fidds catch up. Frantic apologies of all sorts spilled from Fiddlefordâs mouth, the poor manâs twang growing stronger the more upset he became. âI know I can mess things up sometimes, a-and Iâm workinâ on it, I swear! Please, ya can do whatever ya want- Scream, rant, tear the shack apart, just⌠Please donât leave!â
Stanley was shocked to hear a whimper spill from his own throat, though the shock only lasted so long before he regained himself enough to pull Fidds into a tight, reassuring hug. âHey, now; you could call me the worst names in the world and I wouldnât leave your country butt.â
Fidds giggled, wiping his eyes as best he could before taking a shaky breath. âY-yeah, I sâpose that makes sense. Ya got yer brother tâ save ând all. I guess thatâd be mighty difficult without someone who helped build the portal.â
Stanley hugged Fidds tighter at the subtle self deprecation, burying his face in Fiddsâ hair before speaking. âNot just that, Specs. Youâre pretty neat in your own right, couldnât imagine leaving someone like you alone, even for a minute.â
The soft hum that came from Fidds was neither happy nor upset, simply a sound that indicated heâd heard what Stanley said, that the genuine statement was acknowledged and- at the very least -taken into consideration. They stood in their position for a good while, pressed against each other and doing nothing more than basking in each othersâ presence. It was calm, it was relaxing, it was-
GRRRRRRRR!
âShit, probably should have nabbed something to eat before trapping ya here.â Stanley muttered, apologizing for the sudden and aggressive disruption. He raised a brow as Fidds chuckled, tail wagging when Fidds placed his hands onto Stanleyâs face. âCareful there, Specs. Donât want me confusing you for dinner.â
âI think we both know you have more self control than that.â Fidds snorted, moving a hand to run his fingers through Stanleyâs mullet. âBetter than most of the other werewolves in this town.â
âWait, thereâs other werewolves in Gravity Falls?â Stanley asked, unsure if he should be relieved or concerned by that fact.
âOh, yeah. Plenty of âem!â Fidds confirmed, continuing to play with Stanleyâs hair as he spoke. âFrustratinâ grouches, all of âem.â
âShould I be offended by that?â Stanley playfully asked, humming contentedly as the hair playing turned into head scratching.
âI wouldnât say so. Thereâs somethinâ different âbout ya. I donât get the âMacho tough guyâ vibe from ya. Them others, though? Iâve had one try tâ bite me just âcause I accidentally ran into her!â Fidds frowned at the memory, ears dropping in frustration. The sight was enough to make Stanley burst into laughter, his bulky frame making Fiddsâ body shake with each laugh. âWhatâs so funny?!â
âYour ears!â Stanley cackled, hugging Fidds closer and nuzzling his cheek against the vampireâs. âI thought I was the only one who could do that!â
âDo what?â Fidds asked, unable to stop the laughter that spread through his chest. Seeing Stanley happy always made the southerner happy, made him giddy and his stomach do all sorts of flips.
âJust drop down like that!â Stanley answered, using two fingers to gently tug at one of Fiddsâ ears. He very clearly wasnât thinking, too caught up in his own delight, but that all faded at the faintest sound of a moan that spilled past Fiddlefordâs lips. âWait, huh?â
Fidds blushed and looked down at the floor, petrified by what heâd just done. The engineer had developed a crush on Stanley just a few days after their meeting, attracted to his easygoing and- somehow simultaneously -serious demeanor. All was fine between them, they had a steady friendship going, and Fidds wouldnât trade that for anything, too afraid of being rejected and laughed at were he to admit to his attraction.
âCould we, um⌠pretend that didnât happen?â Fidds nervously requested, wringing his hands together nervously and continuing to avoid eye contact.
Stanley blinked once, twice, three times in response, still somewhat confused by what had happened. Surely he hadnât just heard Fiddleford McGucket- the man Stanley had been crushing on for the past month -moan in response to something Stanley had done.
And if that was the case, then Stanley was very eager to hear the delicious sound again.
âSpecsâŚ? Fidds; do you⌠do ya think you couldâŚâ Stanley took a second to recompose himself, hoping he wasnât about to chase off the skittish man. They were still pressed together, so maybe there was some hope, but he still didnât want to be too brash. This situation required calm subtly. âThink you could make that sound for me again?â
Well, so much for calm subtly.
Fidds finally turned his attention up to Stanley, heartbeat picking up and pupils growing in size. It was a sight that nearly drove the larger man insane, a fact he made very clear as he dove in to press an experimental kiss onto Fiddlefordâs lips. The second, slightly louder moan that came in response made Stanley growl, his claws moving to dig into Fiddsâ thin hips. At that, Fidds pulled back and let out a much louder moan, growling and hissing as he tried to hide his face in Stanleyâs chest.
âYâknow, I donât think Iâm hungry anymore.â Stanley hummed, tactfully dragging a clawed hand down Fiddsâ back. He smirked at the pleased shudder and desperate gasp that came from the vampire in response. âAt least, not for a lousy steak~â
âIs that⌠really the best ya can come up with?â Fidds challenged, leaning closer against Stanley so their- now very apparent -erections could rub together. âPretty sure Iâve heard better lines from bad movies.â
Taking the challenge with glee, Stanley swiftly lifted Fidds off the ground, waiting for spindly legs to wrap around him before they made their trek upstairs and into Fiddsâ room. âWhaddya want? Hmm? Want me tâ tell ya what I plan on doing to ya? Want me to⌠to mark you all over, make ya bleed until ya have no choice but to bite me and take all the blood ya want? âCause Iâll let ya; oh baby will I let ya~â
âOh, ffffuuuuuuuck!â Fidds moaned, shaking violently at every thought. âYes! All oâ that! Bleed me and do nothing but lay back and take it when I bite ya, when I drink from that gorgeous neck oâ yers until I want to stop!â
âShit, Specs; whereâd ya learn to talk like that?â Stanley gasped, using the moment of lust to tear through the vampireâs clothes (heâd get in trouble for it, no doubt; that was Fiddsâ favorite shirt and only lab coat). âGo on, tell me what else ya want me to do.â
âI want ya- No, I need ya tâ put that hard dick oâ yers in me.â Fidds hissed, leaning in so he could whisper into Stanleyâs ear with the most dangerous smirk he could muster. âAnd when ya do that, Iâm gonna pin ya down and ride ya like a wild stallion. Gonna make ya cuss and yell and want tâ flip me over and rearrange every organ in my body~â
âShit, that last part shouldnât be as hot as youâre making it.â Stanley snarled, backing up until he fell back onto Fiddsâ bed. The couple bounced on the mattress just slightly, making them laugh at the action before getting right back into their lustful mood. âYa better hope I donât go into Rut âcause oâ you.â
âWould that be so bad?â Fidds asked, feigning innocence with an almost disturbing amount of ease. âI wouldnât mind hearinâ ya go on and on âbout claiminâ me. Wouldnât mind ya makinâ me scream loud enough tâ let the whole dang town know who I belong to. Hell, I wouldnât be opposed tâ lettinâ ya knot me, if ya really wanted to~â
âAlright, thatâs it.â Stanley decided to forego any form of teasing heâd had planned, tearing through the rest of Fiddlefordâs clothes and snarling at the moans he received when his claws broke skin in the process. âIâm gonna make you mine, and no one and nothing is gonna stop me!â
Fidds had moved past his ability to spit out legible pleas, instead reduced to desperate whining and moaning. He bucked his hips excitedly, growling at the lack of friction the action gave him. That only lasted so long, however, as Stanley disposed of his own clothes with just as much ferocity. Their cocks rubbed together frantically, forcing hisses and snarls out of them both (the hissing coming mainly from Fidds, which Stanley found outrageously arousing) as they got closer and closer to finishing.
âWait, wait! STOP!â Stanley snapped, gripping Fiddsâ hips and panting alongside the shaking vampire. âWe canât keep going like that, itâll end the fun way too fast.â
âWe donât even know what our refractory periods are, Stanley.â Fidds snorted. âFor all we know, our enhanced bodies could cause an increase in-â
âSpecs, I love ya, but less talking and more fucking.â Stanley huffed, giving Fidds no time to respond before reaching down on the floor to retrieve the bottle of lube he always kept in his pants.
For emergencies, of course.
âShould I be disturbed or aroused by the fact that you âpparently carry lubricant around in yer pocket?â Fidds asked, a genuinely amused smile on his face that never left, even as Stanley mockingly repeated the question. âJust wanna make sure I know how tâ react, Sugar.â
âWhat you should be reacting to is this.â Stanley replied, slowly pushing into Fidds despite the previously rushed pace. They were doing this with no prep- save for the almost excessive lube -and even though Stanley planned on absolutely ravishing this gorgeous man on top of him, the last thing he wanted was to hurt Fidds.
Fiddleford gave his loudest moan yet, attempting to push down faster and sneering as his hips were stopped. âCâmon, Stanley! I can handle a bit oâ pain!â
âAs hot as that is, I want to be able to enjoy this without breaking you in half.â Stanley chuckled, moving one hand to cup Fiddsâ cheek. âMaybe next round~â
A sharp shudder was followed by a nod, and Fidds allowed himself to bask in the slight pain he was already feeling, his dick giving a slight twitch as he thought about how much better this was about to get.
But even his genius brain couldnât possibly have imagined it to be this good.
The bed creaked and wailed as Fidds rode Stanley like a panicked boar, scratches and bites on both bodies with each movement. Stanleyâs claws had dug deep into Fiddsâ hips long ago, making blood spill between them and making Fidds slightly woozy. Once the vampire started swaying, Stanley used a claw to cut into his own neck, waiting for the scent to drive Fidds into action. The sharp (and surprisingly painful) bite that followed made Stanleyâs hips launch up, hitting the perfect spot and making Fidds see stars. Frantic panting came from both men as they chased their climax, mixing with the screaming bed frame and sounds of the bedâs legs scraping against the wood floor.
âStanley, oh, Sugar! Iâm gettinâ so close!â Fidds screamed, voice muffled by Stanleyâs neck. âJust a little more! Please, I need more oâ ya! Iâll die without ya!â
That final statement was enough to drive Stanley into a frenzy, and his hips seemed to move by their own accord, slamming up erratically and hitting that magic bundle of nerves repeatedly. It was bordering on painful at this point, and Fidds loved it, letting Stanleyâs neck go so he could openly wail out words of pleasure straight into the werewolfâs sensitive ear. Seconds later, Stanley found himself slamming Fiddleford down and pressing their hips flush together as his climax hit like a freight train. Fidds followed soon after, biting Stanleyâs neck once more to keep from making the poor man deaf in one ear.
âFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!â Stanley gasped, back arching once more before he plopped down and went near boneless. âWe have⌠weâve got to do that again sometime.â
Fidds chuckled, releasing Stanleyâs neck and pulling back so he could wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. âI concur.â
âHow do you make science-y stuff sound so sexy?â Stanley groaned, making no complaint as Fidds settled down on top of him. âIt donât make sense.â
âMaybe itâs just you.â Fidds hummed, running a thumb along the puncture wounds heâd left. He imagined he had some pretty bad wounds as well, but neither of them would take long to heal. Another perk of being a supernatural creature, he supposed. âRegardless, I think I might need some time to recover before we do this again.â
Stanley went quiet for a moment, flicking an ear before wrapping his arms around Fidds. âAnd⌠what would you call âthisâ, exactly?â
âHmm?â Fidds sounded delirious and tired, but stayed awake enough to comprehend and respond to the question. âWhatever ya like tâ call it. Love makinâ, sex, fuckinâ-â
âAlright, Iâm gonna stop you there so I donât get excited again.â Stanley muttered, smiling contentedly at Fiddsâ loving chuckle. âGood to know that we both feel the same about each other.â
âWhat a way tâ confirm it.â Fidds commented, noting Stanleyâs nod before closing his eyes. The couple lay in silence for a solid minute before Fidds snickered. âHydro-glyphics.â
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OMG yes i'm SO sorry I really am. Someone before told me abt this and I complety forgot to erase it from here.
I want to clarify when first seeing the coment of this acc I had no idea of the history they could have in any way, it wasn't My intention if I did make some viewers unconfortable bc of me interacting with the coment.
TYSM for the warning, I really do. I'm gonna make sure to be more careful with Who I interact from now on đ
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Uhm, uh, buh- Something something Fiddlestan, something something Organic Copy Machine, something something Fidds being freaky and surprising Stan with a literal harem of Nerdy Hillbillies(TM)
I should be asleep. I should be resting. But no, I'm falling for another gĂŚ ship and appreciate these old men, forgive me for my transgressions they will now be your problem.
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