NARANJA 🧡🍊🔞

Fiddleford McGucket never had anything against dogs. He’d had his experiences with them when he was younger and growing up on his parents’ 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 Fidds’ 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 weren’t 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 family’s farm, but also because he’d 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t afraid to taunt others who annoyed him (another trait Fidds attributed to Stanley’s Jersey roots). Beyond the fighting and taunting, however, there wasn’t much else wrong with the man, per say.

Save for the fact that he’d 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 he’d 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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t even been reaching for the raw steak, he’d just happened to brush his arm against Stanley’s whilst trying to grab a blood bag from the fridge!

Not his fault the goofball was so food aggressive.

“Hey, Specs, come ‘ere for a second!”

And, speaking of said goofball…

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.

“Need somethin’ important, Stanley?” Fidds calmly asked, hoping that this was just a moment of brief confusion that could be solved with simple teamwork. The vampire wasn’t necessarily in the mood for physical contact at the moment, and knew he’d be unable to say such a thing if Stanley was feeling touch-starved enough to pull his “puppy eyes” routine.

“Ya bet I do!” Stanley grouched, gesturing to his brother’s notes and beginning to snarl. “How’m I s’posed to read any of this shit?! It’s like he was writing hydro-glyphics!”

Fidds opened his mouth to respond, prepared to go on his usual ‘We both know Stanford wasn’t in his right mind’ spiel before he suddenly processed what Stanley had just said. “Hydro-glyphics?”

Stanley looked up at Fidds with a raised brow, ears perking in interest. “Uh, yeah? Those picture things that tell stories? I thought you were s’posed to be the genius here, not me.”

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. “Oh! Now that was somethin’ else! Stanley Pines, ya sure do know how t’ make a fella laugh!”

Stanley’s lips quirked up at the sides, a small blush forming over the bridge of his nose. It was clear from Fiddleford’s reaction that he’d 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, didn’t want to upset the vampire, but usually went quiet so he could avoid saying anything else stupid.

“Man, ‘hydro-glyphics’; never heard it pronounced like that before. I’ll have to use that every now and then.” 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 man’s leg. “Hey, I didn’t mean t’ upset ya. Forgive me if I said somethin’ unkind.”

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ve had worse said t’ me.” Stanley replied, putting on a face of false bravado as he sat up and willed himself to look happier than he was. “Besides, I say dumb shit all the time! It’s always nice to have an audience up close to hear it!”

“Oh, Stanley, no; I didn’t mean-”

“Specs, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Stanley assured, placing a large hand onto Fidds’ shoulder and offering a small smile. “Promise.”

Fiddleford was completely unconvinced by the promise, but decided not to pry for fear of being snapped at. Literally. “If ya say so.”

“I do.” A blush reappeared on Stanley’s face at the words, and he cleared his throat before burying his nose into Stanford’s journal once more. “Maybe it’d be best if ya went back t’ doin’ your welding crap.”

“Oh! Okay. If that’s what ya want.” Fidds hummed, flicking an ear once more before leaning forward to get a good look at his previous lab partner’s horrid writing. “Ya sure you’ll be able t’ decipher that mumbo jumbo on yer own?”

Stanley snorted slightly, muttering ‘Mumbo jumbo’ under his breath before nodding. “I’m fine, really. I’ll just have to get a magnifying glass or use one of these weird inventions.” He made a point to awkwardly fiddle with a random object.

“Stanley, honey, that’s a microscope.” Fidds muttered with a barely restrained smile. He couldn’t stop the soft giggle that escaped when Stanley’s face turned bright red and he set the tool down with indiscernible mutters. “Alright, I’ll let ya work with yer ‘weird inventions’. Call me over again if ya need me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 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 Stanley’s stomach growled fiercely. It made both men jump, followed by a shared chuckle as they quickly recovered.

“I take it you’re ready for a break?” 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 werewolf’s 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. “You must really be hungry. I ain’t ever seen ya so excited!”

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. “Yeah, well, I haven’t eaten since early this morning, so…”

“I suppose that makes sense. And bein’ down here don’t necessarily help us know what time o’ day it is, does it?” Fidds hummed, fangs digging into his chin as he let his mind wander. It was a little habit he’d 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?

“Well, while you stand there and think about quantum physics or whatever, I am going to get something to eat.” 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. “I’m thinking a thick steak, five pounds, nice and bloody to give it flavor.”

“You like most of yer meat thick, don’t ya?” Fidds hummed, not recognizing the unintended innuendo until Stanley quickened his pace and grumbled bashfully. “Stanley? What’s… wait. OH MY STARS! Stanley, please! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“No, it’s fine, Specs! I know what you meant!” Stanley shouted, cursing himself inwardly for his body’s reaction to the innocent question. Damn him and his crush on Fiddleford! The poor guy didn’t deserve that; Stanley was certain Fidds didn’t even like men like that! He’d never made it a point to comment about it or anything similar!

Then again, maybe he did like men; maybe it was Stanley he didn’t 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 wasn’t anger, triumph, or general ‘tough guy behavior’ was weak, that’s what his father had taught him.

Of course, that was all while Filbrick was under the impression that Stanley was a “normal” son.

“Stanley, please! I promise I wasn’t tryin’ t’ make ya uncomfortable! It was a slip o’ the tongue, I swear!” Fidds’ shouts of despair were nearly enough to break Stanley’s heart, and while they didn’t do that, they were enough to make the larger man stop and let Fidds catch up. Frantic apologies of all sorts spilled from Fiddleford’s mouth, the poor man’s twang growing stronger the more upset he became. “I know I can mess things up sometimes, a-and I’m workin’ on it, I swear! Please, ya can do whatever ya want- Scream, rant, tear the shack apart, just… Please don’t leave!”

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. “Hey, now; you could call me the worst names in the world and I wouldn’t leave your country butt.”

Fidds giggled, wiping his eyes as best he could before taking a shaky breath. “Y-yeah, I s’pose that makes sense. Ya got yer brother t’ save ‘nd all. I guess that’d be mighty difficult without someone who helped build the portal.”

Stanley hugged Fidds tighter at the subtle self deprecation, burying his face in Fidds’ hair before speaking. “Not just that, Specs. You’re pretty neat in your own right, couldn’t imagine leaving someone like you alone, even for a minute.”

The soft hum that came from Fidds was neither happy nor upset, simply a sound that indicated he’d 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 others’ presence. It was calm, it was relaxing, it was-

GRRRRRRRR!

“Shit, probably should have nabbed something to eat before trapping ya here.” Stanley muttered, apologizing for the sudden and aggressive disruption. He raised a brow as Fidds chuckled, tail wagging when Fidds placed his hands onto Stanley’s face. “Careful there, Specs. Don’t want me confusing you for dinner.”

“I think we both know you have more self control than that.” Fidds snorted, moving a hand to run his fingers through Stanley’s mullet. “Better than most of the other werewolves in this town.”

“Wait, there’s other werewolves in Gravity Falls?” Stanley asked, unsure if he should be relieved or concerned by that fact.

“Oh, yeah. Plenty of ‘em!” Fidds confirmed, continuing to play with Stanley’s hair as he spoke. “Frustratin’ grouches, all of ‘em.”

“Should I be offended by that?” Stanley playfully asked, humming contentedly as the hair playing turned into head scratching.

“I wouldn’t say so. There’s somethin’ different ‘bout ya. I don’t get the ‘Macho tough guy’ vibe from ya. Them others, though? I’ve had one try t’ bite me just ‘cause I accidentally ran into her!” Fidds frowned at the memory, ears dropping in frustration. The sight was enough to make Stanley burst into laughter, his bulky frame making Fidds’ body shake with each laugh. “What’s so funny?!”

“Your ears!” Stanley cackled, hugging Fidds closer and nuzzling his cheek against the vampire’s. “I thought I was the only one who could do that!”

“Do what?” 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.

“Just drop down like that!” Stanley answered, using two fingers to gently tug at one of Fidds’ ears. He very clearly wasn’t thinking, too caught up in his own delight, but that all faded at the faintest sound of a moan that spilled past Fiddleford’s lips. “Wait, huh?”

Fidds blushed and looked down at the floor, petrified by what he’d 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 wouldn’t trade that for anything, too afraid of being rejected and laughed at were he to admit to his attraction.

“Could we, um… pretend that didn’t happen?” 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 hadn’t 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.

“Specs…? Fidds; do you… do ya think you could…” Stanley took a second to recompose himself, hoping he wasn’t about to chase off the skittish man. They were still pressed together, so maybe there was some hope, but he still didn’t want to be too brash. This situation required calm subtly. “Think you could make that sound for me again?”

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 Fiddleford’s lips. The second, slightly louder moan that came in response made Stanley growl, his claws moving to dig into Fidds’ 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 Stanley’s chest.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.” Stanley hummed, tactfully dragging a clawed hand down Fidds’ back. He smirked at the pleased shudder and desperate gasp that came from the vampire in response. “At least, not for a lousy steak~”

“Is that… really the best ya can come up with?” Fidds challenged, leaning closer against Stanley so their- now very apparent -erections could rub together. “Pretty sure I’ve heard better lines from bad movies.”

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 Fidds’ room. “Whaddya want? Hmm? Want me t’ 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? ‘Cause I’ll let ya; oh baby will I let ya~”

“Oh, ffffuuuuuuuck!” Fidds moaned, shaking violently at every thought. “Yes! All o’ that! Bleed me and do nothing but lay back and take it when I bite ya, when I drink from that gorgeous neck o’ yers until I want to stop!”

“Shit, Specs; where’d ya learn to talk like that?” Stanley gasped, using the moment of lust to tear through the vampire’s clothes (he’d get in trouble for it, no doubt; that was Fidds’ favorite shirt and only lab coat). “Go on, tell me what else ya want me to do.”

“I want ya- No, I need ya t’ put that hard dick o’ yers in me.” Fidds hissed, leaning in so he could whisper into Stanley’s ear with the most dangerous smirk he could muster. “And when ya do that, I’m gonna pin ya down and ride ya like a wild stallion. Gonna make ya cuss and yell and want t’ flip me over and rearrange every organ in my body~”

“Shit, that last part shouldn’t be as hot as you’re making it.” Stanley snarled, backing up until he fell back onto Fidds’ bed. The couple bounced on the mattress just slightly, making them laugh at the action before getting right back into their lustful mood. “Ya better hope I don’t go into Rut ‘cause o’ you.”

“Would that be so bad?” Fidds asked, feigning innocence with an almost disturbing amount of ease. “I wouldn’t mind hearin’ ya go on and on ‘bout claimin’ me. Wouldn’t mind ya makin’ me scream loud enough t’ let the whole dang town know who I belong to. Hell, I wouldn’t be opposed t’ lettin’ ya knot me, if ya really wanted to~”

“Alright, that’s it.” Stanley decided to forego any form of teasing he’d had planned, tearing through the rest of Fiddleford’s clothes and snarling at the moans he received when his claws broke skin in the process. “I’m gonna make you mine, and no one and nothing is gonna stop me!”

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.

“Wait, wait! STOP!” Stanley snapped, gripping Fidds’ hips and panting alongside the shaking vampire. “We can’t keep going like that, it’ll end the fun way too fast.”

“We don’t even know what our refractory periods are, Stanley.” Fidds snorted. “For all we know, our enhanced bodies could cause an increase in-”

“Specs, I love ya, but less talking and more fucking.” 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.

“Should I be disturbed or aroused by the fact that you ‘pparently carry lubricant around in yer pocket?” Fidds asked, a genuinely amused smile on his face that never left, even as Stanley mockingly repeated the question. “Just wanna make sure I know how t’ react, Sugar.”

“What you should be reacting to is this.” 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. “C’mon, Stanley! I can handle a bit o’ pain!”

“As hot as that is, I want to be able to enjoy this without breaking you in half.” Stanley chuckled, moving one hand to cup Fidds’ cheek. “Maybe next round~”

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 couldn’t 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. Stanley’s claws had dug deep into Fidds’ 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 Stanley’s 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 bed’s legs scraping against the wood floor.

“Stanley, oh, Sugar! I’m gettin’ so close!” Fidds screamed, voice muffled by Stanley’s neck. “Just a little more! Please, I need more o’ ya! I’ll die without ya!”

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 Stanley’s neck go so he could openly wail out words of pleasure straight into the werewolf’s 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 Stanley’s neck once more to keep from making the poor man deaf in one ear.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!” Stanley gasped, back arching once more before he plopped down and went near boneless. “We have… we’ve got to do that again sometime.”

Fidds chuckled, releasing Stanley’s neck and pulling back so he could wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. “I concur.”

“How do you make science-y stuff sound so sexy?” Stanley groaned, making no complaint as Fidds settled down on top of him. “It don’t make sense.”

“Maybe it’s just you.” Fidds hummed, running a thumb along the puncture wounds he’d 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. “Regardless, I think I might need some time to recover before we do this again.”

Stanley went quiet for a moment, flicking an ear before wrapping his arms around Fidds. “And… what would you call ‘this’, exactly?”

“Hmm?” Fidds sounded delirious and tired, but stayed awake enough to comprehend and respond to the question. “Whatever ya like t’ call it. Love makin’, sex, fuckin’-”

“Alright, I’m gonna stop you there so I don’t get excited again.” Stanley muttered, smiling contentedly at Fidds’ loving chuckle. “Good to know that we both feel the same about each other.”

“What a way t’ confirm it.” Fidds commented, noting Stanley’s nod before closing his eyes. The couple lay in silence for a solid minute before Fidds snickered. “Hydro-glyphics.”

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