You were working overtime in the lab, late at night. Being the only one left in the dark building, you felt as if something eerie was watching you. You turn to see Frankenstein arose from the table by himself. You were stunned seeing this creature arise and make his way towards you. He looked hungry, but not for food.
He wanted you and he was going to take what he wants. Brushing your lab coat to the side, you let him run his hand up under your skirt. Sitting up onto your desk, you let him take what he wants. He rips your panties in half, not knowing his own strength.
Desperately, he inserts his cock into you. Wasting no time and fucking you hard. Feeling his desperation with each thrust. The cock you attached to his body was perfect for your pussy. Never would you have thought that you'd be fucking Frankenstein in your laboratory. You were definitely the only person in castle east to do such a thing.
From the room where you feed vampires, Dracula and all of the other ghouls in the building came to see what was going on. Dracula could smell your delicious blood from rooms away. They all wanted a taste of Frankenstein was enjoying.
The all wanted to use your body. Hearing his grunts as he fucks you, the others walk over to you both. They all caught on in a flash on what was about to go down. All of the monsters come into the room just as the four are about to start touching you all at once. The zombies start having fun on their own. Watching you completely engulfed in pleasure as they fuck each other in the lab.
The party was just beginning. Wolfman, Frankenstein, Dracula, and his son feel you up. Frankenstein continues to use your pussy, not letting up. wolfman lifts your body and slides himself underneath you to use your tight ass. Squeezing his cock into you, all three of you moan with immense pleasure. Wolfman's cock fills your ass so much, it makes your pussy just barely too tight for Frankenstein.
Dracula starts to suck on your neck. Creating pressure on your sensitive spot and marking you as if you're his. Moving up and down your neck, nipping lightly. Moving to kiss your plump lips to make out with you. You feel up his legs to palm his cock through his pants. both of you moaning into the kiss.
His son goes right to your breasts, ripping the fabric off of your chest. He pierces the sensitive buds with his fangs. Feeding on you from your breast. The combination of the different amounts of pleasure you're receiving makes you want to scream. From the corner of your eye, you can see your lab partner Igor.
He's watching you, ready to call his hounds in to stop this monster orgy. Except his doesn't move, he just watches. The ghouls were nearing their orgasms as their moans quicken in pace as the watch your being ravaged by monsters. You and the four monster men were so loud with your moans. It has such cadence you may as well been named The Crypt-Kicker Five.
The moans were so loud they could wake the dead. Dracula stopped kissing you and he watched the scene before him. Pausing for a moment, he removes your hand from his clothed cock, and he pulls it out. He wants what he calls the "Transylvania Twist", which is just face fucking. Now all three of your holes are being used.
Dracula's son hasn't stopped teasing your breasts as he feeds on your body. The sensations are overwhelming and borderline overstimulating. The room smelled of monster musk and sex. Almost everyone was nearing their climax, you could feel all four men ready to explode.
Dracula cums down your throat, Frankenstein fills your pussy, Wolfman fills your ass, and Dracula's son cums in his pants from the taste of your blood on his tongue. You're left a mess as the monsters and ghouls leave the laboratory. Impetuous Igor snaps from his gaze and rushes over to you, worried. You're sticky with cum, clothes torn, and unable to walk. The monster mash left you craving more.
Tempting Your Wolfman Husband For Halloween (Wolfman x f!human reader)
NSFW. MINORS DNI
The last touches of your Catwoman costume were perfect.
The glossy leather bra clung to your chest, plunging low and leaving the tips of your swollen mounds exposed. Your bottoms were high-cut black shorts, no panties, and thigh-high boots that hugged your legs. The black cat mask with its pointed ears framed your eyes while leaving your blood-red lips and jaw exposed. You adjusted the ears and heard the sound of the door swinging open.
There he was. Your wolfman hubby.
Standing there, massive and terrifying in the best possible way. Two strong legs, chest broad and muscled, fur thick and rich, muzzle tipped with gleaming fangs. Handsomely lupine, fully dangerous, fully sexy, fully yours.
A vampire couple just a few blocks away had invited you to their Halloween themed party and you were thrilled to go. Your costume was a total last-minute improvisation, but your husband? He didn’t need to try. He’d go as a wolfman, sculpted chest and furry stomach exposed, only a pair of jeans clinging to his lean, dangerous form.
Now he was ogling at you all predatorily, already on edge. You knew your costume would have this reaction on him. You'd counted on that actually.
“Holy… damn,” he growled, his eyes bright and golden, raking over you. “Is… is that what I think it is?”
“Surprise,” you purred, swishing your tail (if you had one), but really just giving him a little sway of your hips. “I’m a catwoman this Halloween. What do you think?”
The shift in him was immediate. Fur bristled along his spine, fangs bared, the air around you thick with the musky scent of him. He leaned forward slightly, nostrils flaring.
“You… look… fucking incredible.”
And then he was moving, faster than humanly possible, pressing his chest to yours. Towering over you, your fourteen-inch heeled boots did little to bridge the gap — your head barely grazed his sternum.
One hand traced your side, fingers skimming your breast through the leather, while the other clutched your waist, hauling you up and impossibly close. You let out a soft sigh and wrapped your legs around him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, and his muzzle brushed your ear. “Little wife… you’re making me feral.”
A tug here, a shift there, and your bra unclasped, slipping free. His tongue found your nipples, wet and hot, dragging it between his teeth. He pressed his hips to yours, grinding as he devoured your tits, each sloppy, wet lick echoing in the quiet room. You felt him, hard, heavy, throbbing against you.
“F-fuck…” you moaned, hands clawing at his furred shoulders, nails dragging across thick muscle. “You’re… you’re huge.”
“Aren’t I always?” He chuckled deep in his chest, a vibration that ran straight through you. “And you… you look too good, babe. Leather, curves, the little cat ears…” His voice dropped to a growl. “I’m going to ruin you tonight. Right here.”
Touch starved pilots of your choice cuddling their s/o headcanons
characters written: pete 'maverick' mitchell, nick 'goose' bradshaw, tom 'iceman' kazansky, ron 'slider' kerner, leonard 'wolfman' wolfe, rick 'hollywood' neven, beau 'cyclone' simpson, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, jake 'hangman' seresin, natasha 'phoenix' trace, robert 'bob' floyd, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, reuben 'payback' fitch
sfw, but cut for length. enjoy!
Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell:
depends on what age you're thinking!
if it's young!mav, he's probably just a liiiitle reluctant to let himself relax sometimes
he's sort of got his tough guy persona, and he's not used to dropping it, so when you get him alone he tries messing around at first
whether that's a few too many kisses, or a pinch to your side, he guards himself a bit before letting himself go
but when he does, oh, he's like a little kitten !
he lets you run your hands through his gelled hair (gross)
and it gets all misshapen and spiky
he probably just melts when you pet his hair like that, and he'll be snoozing on your chest in no time
now older!mav is definitely less of a tough nut to crack
he probably initiates the cuddling in the first place, he nudges you over to the bed and lays himself on top of you to crush you
you can push at his chest and splutter all you want, but he's made his choice on where he's going to lay, and it's on you
he likes holding you, but he wants to be face-to-face, so you can brush noses and bump foreheads
he probably tries sooo hard to stay awake so that he can soak in the time you're spending together but peepaw definitely crashes like 10 minutes in
Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw:
he also likes to be face to face!
buuut not for the same sweet reason as mav
he just wants to itch you with his mustache
he likes nipping at you too, he bites your nose to make you laugh
you won't be getting any sleep when you cuddle with goose, he just wants to talk and laugh and hold you the entire time
it's not a period of time to wind down, it's a big laugh-fest
and god FORBID you try to get up to pee
“Nick, I have to go.” / “Sorry, honey. I can’t let go. I think my hand’s stuck.” / “NICK!!”
Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky
he’s another one who probably has just a bit of trouble letting his guard down
he’ll cuddle with you no doubt, but he’ll probably always keep you in his lap or have some sort of upper hand in the embrace
it takes a while before he’s ready to be held himself
when he does finally give in it's so soft and sweet :')
he's had a really hard day and he comes home with his eyes drooping
you've planned a movie night but he doesn't even look like he could sit through an episode of a tv show
so you lead him to bed instead, and tell him you're sleepy, cause he won't 'ruin' the night by admitting that he is
you ask to play with his hair and he lets you, but he's not sure why 'cause you just said you were tired??
you basically have to trick him into being held but once his head is on your chest and your hands are in his hair he's gone.
he ends up mumbling something all sleepy and groggy like 'mm, that's nice' and his eyes are half shut and he's so endearingly tired :')
he wants you to do it all the time now, I'd say it's about 50/50 whether you fall asleep holding him or he falls asleep holding you
Ron 'Slider' Kerner:
slider's a big boy!!!!!!!
he's big and tall and muscly, the perfect cuddle buddy
he's probably more inclined to hold than be held
but he likes it when you face him so you can wrap your arms around his back :')
he probably likes it when he's able to bury his face in your neck/shoulder/against the top of your head
like he always wants his face snuggled in somewhere warm and nice smelling
and it just so happens his chest is an excellent place to get lost yourself
so you most of the time just nuzzle right into each other and get to snoozin'
i think he'd talk real soft, too, he'd murmur against your ear while you're drifting off, probably boring you to sleep with technical details of his flights but just before you crash for the night he slips in a little 'i love you, honey' and <33333
Leonard 'Wolfman' Wolfe:
he's a loser for his partner it has to be said
almost as teasing as nick is but not quite
he'll let you fall asleep he just wants to talk to you AllTheTime because he LovesYouSoMuch
he's a chatterbox and you'll be lucky if you get to sleep at a decent hour
he really likes it when you lay your head on his chest
'cause he likes playing with your hair and your face :]
sometimes he'll just use you as a little stress toy and squeeze your cheeks and pinch your nose and poke at your forehead
always making silly little jokes and telling you all about his day
down to, like, every comment one of his friends made...
'and then slider said he was gonna kill him but hollywood ran, so then they were just chasing each other around and iceman said-' / 'babe.. can we sleep? please?' / 'oh! right, sorry baby.'
Rick 'Hollywood' Neven
listen there's a reason he and wolfman get along so well
they're BOTH teases!!!
cuddling with hollywood is not really relaxing, because he's always pinching your sides or putting his nasty cold feet all over you, or pretending to knock you out by fake-punching you a bunch
you're just laying there and he's 'punching' your stomach, making fake punch sounds with his mouth, and if you push him away he'll pretend you've absolutely knocked him out, tumbling down onto the mattress with this dramatic thump and closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out of his mouth like he's a dead cartoon character 😭
he's like a dog you have to get his energy out before trying to rest with him or he just Won't Rest
when you DO get him sleepy, though, he's kinda incoherent when he's tired, so you'll be cuddled up together, maybe you're scratching his back, maybe he's playing with your hair, and he's just sort of mumbling nonsense until he finally drifts off to sleep
Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson:
will not be held
sorry! not happening
he's just so big and beefy and authoritative that he doesn't much enjoy being coddled
he loves cuddling with you though, he gets very relaxed just laying with you
he's a casual toucher, i think, so you can rest your head on his shoulder at the airport, you can hold his hand at restaurants, whether that be over or under the table, he lets you hang all over him however you want
he's not super into in-your-face PDA, though, so you'll have to be polite and considerate about it
actually in bed though, under the blankets at night?
he's so much more cuddly than you'd expect
he wraps his big strong arms around you and tugs you close and lets you melt all over him <33
your favorite place to lay your head is probably his chest 'cause it's so broad and firm and nice <3
he's a good back rubber so cuddles are always soft and cozy and sleepy
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw:
lord he's a cuddler
he's just a touchy guy, because he's probably gone without it for a significant amount of time so now that he's got you he's gonna enjoy it
big big big on pda, doesn't really care who sees
so that means cuddling in public, too
perfectly content to sit by the beach with you in his lap all cuddled back into his chest he doesn't care if anyone teases him
but back in bed he's a sucker for head scratches
if you have long-ish nails, enough to scratch at his scalp, he'll literally melt over you like an ice cream cone
his limbs go all gooey and he flops his head down on your chest, groaning and grunting while you scratch through his hair
he really enjoys sleeping on top of you, whether that be fully chest-to-chest 'you're suffocating me' cuddling or just an arm thrown over your stomach while he lays on his own
he likes being held, too, but probably prefers to hold unless he's having a hard day
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin:
big boy!! surprisingly fond of being held for everything we know about him
that cocky demeanor does not last under the sheets
he adores holding you, of course, he'll wrap his big arms around you and cradle your head to his chest
he probably plays with your hair, looooves it when you tangle your legs up with his own
he prefers if you talk to him rather than him talk to you if you're cuddling
cause he likes the sound of your voice and he loves hearing about your day
he tries to listen so attentively to what you're saying, but if you're taking a little too long telling him about that batty old customer that had visited the shop you work at today, his eyes are going to slowly start to droop and he's gonna let out a big ol yawn that means it's time for him to close his eyes
you always cut yourself off like 'sorry, jake. g'head, go to sleep'
and he insists you continue like 'nooo darlin' i wanna hear! keep going :]' except within two minutes he's dozing against the pillow while you talk about the old lady again
he's a simple man just talk soft and slow to him while snuggled up in his arms and he's gonna sleep no matter what you're telling him
Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace:
she really likes laying face-to-face with you!!
she's a fan of spooning, of course, she likes either burying her face in your back or letting you snuggle into hers
but she loves the intimacy that comes from being pretty much nose-to-nose with you
the type to lay there and chat with you mere inches away so that you're leaning in to kiss her all giggly and bashful every four seconds
she uses your cuddle time to tell you all about her teammates, what stupid shit jake said today, how bob almost tripped down the stairs, that fanboy's got a new girlfriend who wants to meet you, etc etc etc
but that means when you see them next you know all of the hot gossip about everyone and you giggle every time jake says something dumb and he's like WHAT.. WHAT IS IT.. WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME.. and you give nat this little ;) 'cause you'll definitely be talking shit about him later
she does this thing where she cradles the back of your head in her hand if you're face to face and she throws her leg over your waist and it gives you such intense butterflies that you need to close your eyes sometimes <3333
Robert 'Bob' Floyd:
cuddlebug <3
he loooves cuddling but if you do it face-to-face he's gonna need to be super close to you because he can't see without his glasses 😭
i'm taking like nose-to-nose so close that you have to cross your eyes to see him
otherwise he's pretty chill in what positions he likes
you love it when he reads to you
i think he might not be the most confident reader out loud but he does it anyways 'cause it puts you to sleep
he gets really sleepy really easily so sometimes it's best to refrain from cuddling in public
like you're out on the beach by a firepit and you're all snuggled up together but oops he can't enjoy his smores because he's sleeping on your shoulder
he loves it when you lay your head on his shoulder sm :'))
he wraps his arm around you and tugs you closer <3
Javy 'Coyote' Machado:
prefers holding to being held
probably a little less talkative than the rest, but that doesn't mean you never chat
he just has this insane ability to fall asleep anywhere, i'm talking slumped against the bus window, leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground, piloting his aircraft sorry
he likes staring at you, though, while he falls asleep :')
if you're talking to him he'll listen and nod and hum along and agree when he should, he's a very good listener
but slowly he'll start to fade a bit, and he'll sling his hand over your waist, smush his face into the pillow, and keep listening for as long as he can
slooooowly you start getting less responses from him, he's not reacting as much, but his eyes are always locked onto your face and he's got this lazy little smile on his face while he drifts off to sleep 'cause he gets to look at you the whole time :')
loverboy!!
Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia:
the most talkative in the whole wide world
cuddling with him is barely even cuddling, it's watching him act out his entire day
'and then payback went like this and- BAM! shot it down.'
and he's up on his knees in the middle of the bed with his arms out demonstrating exactly how they'd worked through their training exercises that day
and he is loud and energetic and you're half-asleep like 'that sounds awesome, babe.'
he isn't one to stay in one place really, he likes tossing and turning a bit before he falls asleep which means that you are also going to be tossed and turned
he's a really shifty sleeper too so you'll wake up with your face in his armpit
if you're really sleepy though, he'll settle down, he'll pull you into his chest and let you fall asleep there
but he'll probably be on his phone for a bit, he strikes me as a crazy night owl
Reuben 'Payback' Fitch:
out in two seconds
there is no conscious cuddling with him
why?
because the second his head hits the pillow he's snoring
you can cuddle up to him but if he's cuddling up to you he's doing it in his sleep
you're actually so jealous of him bc you lay down for the night and he tucks his chin over your head or he snuggles his face into your neck and that's it.
he's out.
he's a clingy sleeper, though, so if you wanna read for a bit or use your phone it might be kind of hard
honestly it really helps your sleep schedule to sleep with him 'cause sometimes he's entirely wrapped around you and you can't move
so there's nothing to do but sleep yourself
he's like a living furnace i KNOW that man runs hot
you probably wake up sweating a bunch if you're all snuggly with him
blanket stealer. he somehow manages to tear them off of the end of the bed where they're tucked in and cocoon himself
and then you wake up freezing cold
when i said he snores i mean it he snores loud
it's sort of comforting eventually? like at first it drives u insane
but over time you come to rely on it as white noise and you can't sleep unless he's all over you snoring right in your ear and drooling on your shoulder
"Imagine getting the great news that you're one of a million civilians chosen to go to a distant planet, to intermingle with the local aliens. Unfortunately, your online friend doesn't exactly seem to like that idea."
TW: MDNI, reader referred to as 'girl', sexual desires, anxiety, neurodivergent reader, reader big dumb, licking, 'virgin' reader, hand appreciation
wordcount: 2,388
Three words: Civilian Space Program. The most incredible opportunity of a lifetime (for an average Joe like you).
One word: Congratulations! The letter you held in your shaking hands almost didn’t seem real. It was glossy, professional, and signed by someone so important that it was a 100% probability that you would never breathe the same air as them. Congratulations! But it was real, and your life would never be the same. You were going to space. To meet aliens. Your poor little heart almost couldn’t take it. Breath labored, you quickly snapped a picture of the letter before posting it to all of your socials. Quickly, friends and family bombarded you with questions and excitement, just as in disbelief as you are. Several phone calls later, and plenty of assurances to those with concerns, you fell back onto your couch, still clutching the letter. In just a month, you would be boarding a vessel with 14 other civilians, shipped off to the planet Geron 6GI, and left there for 3 years to “create relations” and “cultivate a human lifestyle”. Whatever that means. All you knew was that you… were a monsterfucker… and… well… aliens are sort of like monsters too.
In your elation, you nearly missed the newest comment on your Instagram post. It was Peter, an online friend whom you had known for years. It simply said, “call me.” Peter knew about the program and how badly you wanted to be in it, but he was pretty adamant that your chances were too low. Smiling, you dialed his number. He answered on the first ring, speaking before you had a chance to.
“This is serious? You’re serious?”
“Of course! I’m freaking out, Peter. I’m going to SPACE. I’m going to fuck so many aliens, you don't even know. Well, you do know, but-”
“You’re leaving in a month?” He asked. You kicked your legs in glee, squealing.
“Yep! 3 years in space and depending on how the program goes it might go on for longer. God, should I bring my toys? Do you think they’ll even be allowed on the flight? But what if the aliens have toys that I can buy…” Your breath hitched just at the thought. There was silence on his end for a few moments.
“You’re a virgin.” Cheeks turning red, you scoffed into your phone.
“So what?”
“So you’re giving yourself away to some random alien?” He hissed the word lowly, talking in a manner you had never heard from him before. You take a second to collect your thoughts, not understanding where his aggression is coming from.
“Peter… we live in the 21st century. Virginity is a stupid construct. Besides, I uh... I’m not really a virgin, you know.”
“What?”
“Ugh, can we not talk about this? So embarrassing…” You mumble, turning to a more comfortable position on the couch. There was silence as both of you struggled with what to say next. It wasn’t like you were actually embarrassed talking about sexual things, but Peter had a way of making your stomach flutter. It was awful having a mini crush on someone online, and even worse when he insisted on hearing all the details of your life. All the details.
“I’m going to come see you.” He said, sighing into the phone. You froze, blinking in surprise. The two of you had never met in real life before, you’ve never even seen a picture of him! Sometimes, you would discuss meeting, but he lived a long flight away and schedules never seemed to work out. Over time, the thought of seeing him in person became too daunting, and you always shot him down. What if he thought you were too ugly to be friends with? What if the two of you couldn’t get along in person, and he lost interest?
“A-are you sure, Peter?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.
“Of course.”
You stood nervously in the airport, shifting back and forth. People kept glancing at you, giving you curious glances. Avoiding eyes with an old troll whose beard desperately needed maintenance, you wiped the sweat from your face with your sleeve. Maybe you’d be less nervous if you had brought a friend with you to pick up Peter… Your phone buzzed with a text.
landing now
You watch as the terminal quickly fills up with tired travelers. Eyes swiping back and forth from person to person, you attempt to pick out a man to match Peter’s description of himself. But his description was so vague, all you really knew was that apparently he was tall and had brown hair.
Someone bumps into you, and your phone clatters to the ground. They quickly apologize but scurry away too quickly for you to get a good look at them. Grumbling, you bend down to pick up your phone, dusting it off and checking for cracks. When your eyes lift, your heart explodes in surprise at the wolfman standing before you. Hot! Inner you squeals. Standing nearly two heads taller than you, he’s lean and dressed very cleanly. Chestnut-colored fur streaks around his cheeks and neck, speckled with darker colors around his hairline and dipping underneath his shirt. Black eyes peer at you, squinting slightly.
“Oh, um. Hi!” You laugh nervously, tugging at your hair. “Just dropped my phone.” You wave your phone in front of you, but then quickly tuck it away when you realize how dumb you probably looked. The wolfman’s mouth slowly curls up into a predatory smile, top lip slightly gaped to allow for pointy fangs to peek through.
“You’re cute,” he says quietly, eyes appraising your figure. You have to desperately ignore the urge to cover yourself from his evaluating gaze. You laugh weakly.
“T-thanks.” You give him a small smile. The two of you stare at each other for a moment. He hikes his backpack up over his shoulders, raising one eyebrow at you. Does he want something from you…? Oh god. Despite his good looks, it’s not the best time to be flirting with someone: not when you’re waiting for Peter.
“I’m sorry. I’m.. uh… picking up a friend. Sorry.” You glance away from him, pretending to search the crowd for Peter. Why is he taking so long?
The wolfman grumbles with quiet laughter, almost a mixture of a purr and low-pitched whine. It's a rather charming sound. Suddenly, his clawed hand is on your scalp, rubbing against your hair to mess it up. He tugs certain strands this way and that, causing an absolute mess. You gasp, pulling away, quickly attempting to fix the mess he just made.
“You’re even denser in person than I thought you would be,” he says, looking extremely satisfied at your misery. His ears twitch slightly. You pause, squinting up at him in irritation.
“Well, that’s rude. And please don’t touch my hair, I don’t know you.” You take a step back away from him in caution just to be safe.
The wolfman huffs, rolling his eyes slowly. “That’s the thing. You do know me.” He pulls his phone out, and types onto it quickly, before looking at you expectantly. Your phone buzzes. A message from Peter.
right in front of you. so dense.
You can’t quiet the gasp that leaves your mouth in time. You gape up at him, astonished.
“You never told me you were a wolfman!?!”
Heart racing, you bring your knuckle up to your mouth and light chew on a finger. All these years, all the calls and long talks and he never thought to mention his species?! Oh god, you have said so many embarrassing things to him: things you would never say to a non-human. Things about giant monster cocks and clawed hands and fluffy sensitive ears and oh my GOD. You swear heat is steaming out of your ears with how embarrassed you are.
“Didn’t think it mattered,” he shrugs. He reaches up to lightly scratch at one fluffy ear, maintaining eye contact with you. It twitches at his touch, apparently sensitive. You want to coo and squeal at how cute it is, but you restrain, just barely. Gnawing on your finger, you avert your eyes. You must not look at the handsome wolfman. Must resist. Must get Peter home without drowning in your drool…
One car ride home, hours of gentle ribbing and teasing, a desperate call to the nearest fast food joint, and a change into pajamas later, you find yourself sitting on your couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand, waiting patiently for Peter to join you. He’s taking a long time in the bathroom, but you’re not too worried. It seemed your apartment was a bit too small for him, and he was constantly ducking his head and squeezing past your furniture. Admittedly, it was really charming. You can’t help but shovel popcorn into your face as you wait. You can’t wait too long, otherwise the popcorn will get stale! In the middle of licking your fingers free from butter and salt, Peter plops down next to you. You slide down the couch and end up sitting right against you. He wraps an arm around you on the couch, hands already playing with your hair. He’s dressed in loose pajama pants and a t-shirt that says ‘You are fang-tastic!’ in faded letters.
“Really couldn’t wait for me, huh.” You smile in embarrassment, pulling your fingers out of your mouth. His dark eyes quickly zero in on your glistening fingers. Grimacing, you go to wipe them on your pants, but his hand wraps around your wrist before you can. You immediately notice how much bigger his hand is than yours, and how fur wraps around his knuckles but his fingers and palm are bare.
“Let me,” he purrs, eyes drooping into half lids. He opens his mouth and a long, pink tongue rolls out. It’s rounded at the end and fades into a slight purple the further back it gets. You’re instantly drawn to it and watch in stunned silence as he brings your fingers up to his mouth. He licks a long stripe up your fingers before twisting and turning them to lap at every inch. Quickly, your fingers become drenched in hot saliva. You clench your thighs, wishing he would put that tongue somewhere else… A soft noise leaves you, and he meets your eyes again. You mentally berate yourself for having dirty thoughts about your friend. He nips gently at your pointer finger. You squeak and pull your hand away, face certainly red. You hold your hand to your chest limply, now drenched in saliva. You blink at him, words caught in your throat.
“Mmm… tastes good.” Right. Good popcorn. Ha ha… ha… The TV blares and the two of you startle at the noise. Peter is quick to grab the remote and mute it. He watches the quiet television for a moment, throat bobbing.
“Let’s talk for a moment, space girl.” His voice is almost... uncertain. You grin unabashedly at the nickname, pleased. It immediately calms you down and you find yourself relaxing.
“Sure!” You place the popcorn down and turn on the couch, facing him directly. He turns to face you as well, one leg crossing over the other. The arm around the back of the couch begins to tap on the cushion.
“Just let me talk for a moment, no interruptions, okay?” He raises an eyebrow when you open your mouth to respond, and you huff, but stay quiet.
“Honestly, I thought I was being pretty straightforward with you all this time, but with this space fiasco, I knew you weren’t exactly getting the message. Had to talk to you face-to-face. I’ll make this short and sweet, easy to understand. I don’t want you going to space.” He raises one hand when you look like you are about to object. Breathing deeply, he continues.
“Don’t go to space. Stay here. I’ll give you all the monster cock you want, promise… I’m not usually one to wait so long, but I knew during our first call I would have to take it slow with you. I’ve been biding my time all these years, slowly getting to know you, waiting for my chance. And then I saw your post. When I saw that, it left me ‘peterified’.” He chuffs at his joke, pleased.
“So yeah, I’ve got feelings for you. And a lot of them revolve around ramming my cock down your throat. Or god, knotting you,” he sighs wistfully as he speaks. He looks like he wants to say more, but stops himself.
.
.
.
Ho….ly…. SHIT! You’re frozen on the spot, mind racing with a thousand dirty thoughts. You’ve dreamt of this moment, dreamt of a monster desiring you. And now…now you’re presented with an opportunity.
“F-forget space! Oh my god. Peter? Peter!” You’re squealing now, your body shaking with excitement. You stand up and begin pacing, not even really aware of what you’re doing. Peter relaxes on the couch, mouth tilted up in a sly smile.
“This is crazy. Are you serious? He’s serious. I-I need to shave! And prep! Oh god, I don’t know if I’m ready for this…” You bite at your finger nervously, the beginnings of nausea twisting your stomach. Who knew that aching and wanting something for so long would have you feeling so sick?
Peter tugs at your hand, slowing your pacing.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, you nut. Just breathe.” He breathes in deeply, and you copy him instinctually. He guides your breath into something much slower, much more manageable. You smile at him gratefully, falling onto the couch.
“Sorry, this is just… a lot,” you sigh out. He shakes his head.
“Not at all. Just take it easy.” He nudges your knee with his. “Just think about it, yeah?” You nudge him back, eyes twinkling.
“So, all this time you’ve…” you question. He simply nods his head.
“But you didn’t even know what I looked like?” You're surprised when his face starts to turn a gentle shade of red. He coughs into his fist, looking away. He speaks, in a cool tone that doesn’t match his cheeks, “Yeah, I knew right from the start. Your looks are just a plus.”
Summary: Wolfman, your father, watches you graduate from Top Gun. Just like he did many years ago.
Word count: 0.7k
Warnings: anxiety? Not really any.
Pairings: Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe x daughter!reader
You were surrounded by crowds of people as you made your way through the doors of the area where the graduation would be held. Based on the pictures you had seen, it was exactly the same as when your father graduated nearly thirty years ago. Nerves racked through you as you twisted your Annapolis ring around your finger.
Once the few people in front of you moved out of the way, you were able to move toward your assigned seat. Sitting down, you watched the rest of your Top Gun class find their seats. You offered a small smile to the WSO that sat down beside you. Over the past few weeks, you had gotten to know him as Bob. He was probably one of the kindest men in your class.
As people continued to find their seats, Cyclone began walking toward the podium. The large group quieted simultaneously as he approached the podium, hands resting on either side as he glanced down at his speech. His words were carefully chosen and calculated, much like everything else he did.
The Air Boss reflected on the past few weeks, highlighting certain aspects of your Top Gun course. He concluded his speech with a professional smile, eyes wandering across the graduates, as well as the family and friends, in front of him. He did a double-take when his eyes landed on Iceman. The man considered himself lucky that he wasn’t speaking, or he would have definitely stumbled over his words.
Your father, along with his pilot, Hollywood, Iceman, Maverick, and Slider were all sitting in the second to last row. For as long as you could remember, it had only ever been you and your father. Your mother apparently walked out on the man only a few months after your first birthday.
You were ecstatic when your dad said that he would come. And he planned on surprising you with the extra guests that he brought. Since your dad had raised you without the help of your mother, you grew very close with your uncles very quickly. He knew that you would be overjoyed to see that they all made time to come see you on your big day.
Nerves wracked through you as another official approached the podium. Now was the time that they would begin calling out awards. You wrung your hands in your lap, twisting the ring around your finger. When your name was called, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was a rock lodged in your throat as you walked up in front of your classmates and the guests.
When you finally reached the podium after what felt like an eternity, you released that breath slowly. There was a small smile on your face as you shook hands with the official. The Top Gun Trophy was handed to you and a picture was taken. You had busted your ass to become first in your class. When you saw the broad smiles on your father's and uncle's faces, pride swelled in your chest.
You returned to your seat, a new spring in your step at the sight of your loved ones in the audience.
The rest of the ceremony passed quickly. You were called up once more to accept a ribbon for graduating from the course. After that, there were a few more words from Cyclone before you were allowed to mingle with the guests.
As soon as you were allowed to, you jumped out of your seat, rushing to your father and tackling him in a hug. His arms wound around you as he squeezed you tightly. “I’m proud of you, Kiddo.” He whispered. A grin overtook your face and you felt tears well in your eyes. You pulled back from the hug before wiping away the few stray tears.
You hugged each of your uncles, all of which had broad smiles on their faces. Each of them congratulated you. A wide and shy smile grew on your face at the praise from such highly decorated Naval aviators.
Cyclone and a few other officials stepping toward your little group drew your uncle’s attention toward them. Your father laid his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You beamed up at him. “Thank you for coming.” Your head fell against his shoulder as you watched the rest of your class mingle with their family and friends.
“Of course, Kiddo,” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
A/n: Thank you all for reading! Requests are open!
Okay, so I don't think I've done anything for this guy yet. Probably cuz not many people know about him. Hell, I didn't even know about him or the film he's from until recently. So Imma do a character x reader fanfic with Lawrence Talbot AKA the Wolfman from the 2010 remake "The Wolfman" but it will be all about the reader's encounter with his wolf form.
The Beast's Gentle Side (Lawrence Talbot, the Wolfman, x GN! Reader)
Warning(s): Just some slight thrills followed by fluff cuddles and kissing :)
Fandom: The Wolfman (2010 remake)
Word Count: 815
It was a cold night in the forest and you were just walking through to get home as fast as you could. You had been walking for at least an hour or two when your legs started to hurt and feel tired. So you stopped to take a rest and gaze at the night sky. It was beautiful up in the starry heavens. The stars were twinkling their radiant glow and the full moon was just-
You paused, frozen by fear at the sudden realization. Full moon? That wolf-thing shows up every full moon. This was bad. You began to panic, trying to think of how you could possibly escape the Wolfman's wrath. But every possibility you could think of always led you to one thing, your death. You had no way out, you were going to die in this forest if the Wolfman found you.
You desperately looked for a place to hide until the sun rose or until the beast left. To your own astonishment you found a small secluded alcove that looked to be big enough for you yet too narrow for the monster to reach you so you hid in there and just bit off your time. Waiting for the nightmare to end before it had even begun.
You heard howling in the distance. The beast was close, very close. Your heart was now pumping blood throughout your entire body faster than ever before. You heard the rustling of leaves and the snapping of twigs on the ground as well as wolfish growling. You kept still and silent so as to hopefully escape the beast's notice. And there he was, standing right in front of you. On the prowl, more than likely for food. You were terrified, and rightfully so.
You had kept quiet and still for upwards of about a minute and you thought the beast was about to leave, but then he turned around and looked down at you. You dared not to break eye contact so as to stay safe and attempt to assert some kind of dominance over him, to no avail. The beast grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out, causing you to scream in terror, but he didn't pull with the force that would rip off your arm. He then had you pinned against the rock wall behind you and he leaned in close and did something you didn't expect of the monster. He started to nuzzle your nose and cheek with his own as well as taking short and rapid sniffs of your scent.
You were still afraid, but you were also, and understandably, confused. The legends said the Wolfman was a violent murderous creature of the night that would kill anything it perceived as prey, an enemy or a threat. And yet, here he was behaving like a little puppy that was excited to see their owner again after a long day. Regardless, you knew that if you showed any sign of resistance or made any sudden moves, you'd be killed.
You slowly raised your arms until you could wrap them around his broad shoulders and neck so you could hug him. As such he reciprocated by wrapping his arms around your waist and abdomen gently, clearly knowing how much stronger he is than you. He continued to take small sniffs and pressed his nose into the crook of your neck and your hair to really get a good whiff of you. When he nuzzled your nose with his, you attempted to kiss him. Your lips made contact with his and at first you thought you were screwed given that he stopped. But then as you pulled away he chased after your lips to kiss them. Guess he likes it. You then ran your fingers through his fur and you were surprised by how soft it was. It looked messy as all hell, but it was as soft as a cloud should be.
Most would've wanted to flee in terror or possible embarrassment at this, but not you. You wanted more. You saw the Wolfman not as a monster, but as a misunderstood creature that is just as capable of feeling and understanding emotion as any human being.
Once you both had enough of the kissing, he picked you up and saddled you on his back as he ran towards an empty cabin. Probably abandoned by the previous owner. He set you down on a bed and climbed in with you. Clearly he too wanted more of that sensation. He held you close and you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and fluffy neck and gave him a smooch on the cheek while gently stroking it and wishing him goodnight for what little time you had left with him. And when the morning came, Lawrence knew what happened, and was head over heels for you as you were for him.
The End
Thank you guys for taking the time to read this. I may not fully understand the character of Lawrence Talbot, but I just love the design of his werewolf form. The practical prosthetics and makeup was a nice touch and a clever way, in my opinion, to mesh CGI with practical effects for the transformations. (I've seen clips on YT) Regardless, if you guys want me to do another Wolfman x Reader story, let me know!
summary: Hollywood lets you know about the cowboy hat rule after seeing his RIO place the hat on your head.
warnings: language, some sexual implications? drinking, shenanigans
notes: y/c/s = your call sign. gender neutral reader! inspired by a jake seresin fic i saw on here but generally by the cowboy hat rule phenomenon from tiktok a while back
“Y/C/S,” Rick Neven, Hollywood, greets as he plops down on the barstool next to you, beer in hand.
You turn to him with a flushed grin, big Stetson lopsided on your head. It was comical. “Hey, Wood! Are you enjoying the party?” you asked, nodding to the bustling crowd of the O Club, all celebrating the success of the first mission as Top Gun graduates.
Hollywood nods. “Sure am. You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he states, eyes flickering to the hat on your head.
You laugh, placing your hand on the top of it, keeping it in place. “Oh, this? It’s Wolf’s.”
“I know whose hat it is, Y/C/S. Did he tell you about the hat rule?” Hollywood questions, signaling for another round for the two of you.
You shake your head, grabbing the beer. “No. What’s the hat rule? Cowboys can’t give people their hats?” you guess with a pink-cheeked grin, laughing at yourself.
“No,” he smiles. “If you wear his cowboy hat, you must be riding the cowboy.” Hollywood states.
You practically spit your drink out, covering your mouth before you sputter it everywhere. You fall into a fit of coughs, Hollywood quickly smacking at your back, Wolfman unfortunately appearing out of nowhere with a look of concern. “Woah, you okay, Y/C/S?” Wolfman asks worriedly.
You nod frantically, flushing as you look at him. “Peachy,” you cough, wiping your mouth as you try and regain your breath. “I’m gonna use the restroom.” you say, speeding off before he can really say something.
Wolfman snaps his head to Hollywood. “What did you say to them?” he asks.
Hollywood holds his hands up in defense, shrugging. “The hat rule.”
Wolfman groans, flipping his friend off. “You are such a dickhead, Hollywood!” he says before moving down the hall you just disappeared down. Wolfman leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling as he waited for you.
When the door open and you walked out, your face heated up at the sight of Wolfman, waiting for you. “Hey, is everything okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” you breathe as he towers over you. “Why wouldn’t I be?” you question.
Wolfman sighs, smiling softly. “Because of the damn hat.”
You let out a shakey exhale, nodding. “I definitely did not expect that.” you admit. “But, I haven’t taken it off yet, have I?”
Wolfman blinks at you. “What?” he blurts.
“I said,” you said, swallowing your caution. “I haven’t taken your hat off yet, Wolfe.”
Wolfman breaks into a large grin. “What are you sayin’, Y/C/S?”
You shrug, tipping the hat at him. “Just trying to follow the rule, cowboy.” you wink, turning to walk towards the exit.
Wolfman stands in the hall, frozen for a moment. Quickly regaining a bit of sense, he’s hot on your tail. “Hey, wait for me!” he’s yelling.
