Fiddleford Mcgucket Imagines - Blog Posts

Fiddleford always being hard and having at times pre-cum dripping, almost always in public and trying to hide it so bad. He wants to make it stop, but it doesn't work and he didn't want you to notice and think he's a pervert.

He was thinking about what his ma would think if she saw his bodily reactions and didn't want to disappoint her.

-🌌

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Awwwwww the way this would humiliate him completely. This happening in his college days, he already feels ostracized for being some out of place little farm boy, and now he can’t control his body in public? All just because of you?

He should be ashamed of himself. First Mcgucket to go college and he’s making a fool of himself in public because of a stupid little crush. I’d imagine he’d be hesitant to even ‘take care’ of it in the bathroom because, let’s be honest, he probably doesn’t even have that much experience with jerking off. He’d physically recoil if his little problem starts leaving damp spots on the outside of his jeans.

Imagine finally confronting him about it, pulling off to the side, (a dorm room, bathroom, closet, etc), and teasing him for thinking you hadn’t notice. But don’t poke too much fun or he’ll think you want nothing to do with him. He’s not used to that kind of foreplay, and would be hurt. So simply ask if he wants any help. Of course, you could leave him with his pants on, a new pair, you think. Still, all up in his business as he can’t hold back and he cums, ruining his nice jeans. But he whines, and you’re nice.

Make sure to remark about how wet he is for you. God, this little cowboy would have such a good time.

I’M IN LOVE WITH UR WORKS LIKE AAHHAGDJSISDH— i mean that fic with subspace bill was just so MMMHHMM🔥😩😩

so uh— i’m so confused actually it’s my first request.. can you do something with young Fiddleford?

can i request smut? for example quiet sex in a public place? or even in college… idk. something with masturbation. and when he comes to culmination, reader forcibly shuts his mouth like "shh. You don't want problems, do you?" like, Fidds came from the countryside, and I don't think other variations of sex would be normal for him... just want to see how he would react. I just really want to see him sobbing

english not my native language sorry

After Hours

400 words,, Fiddleford x Reader

a/n — So many fiddleford requests and they all flip. WHERE DO THE FIDDLEFORD LOVERS GO?? ***NOT PROOFREAD

warnings — NSFW, dom!reader, sub!fiddleford, public sex, gender neutral but the term ‘gal’ is vaguely used once

summary — It’s college and the reader decided to drag Fiddleford away to the janitors closest for a quickie.

“I- I don’t rightly know about all this—“ Fiddleford initially said when you pulled him away to the janitors closest. 

“I know, I know, it’s not traditional,” You checked the lock before turning back to him, “But you just looked so cute with your little equations, back there.”

“Ma always used to say I’d be irresistible to all the gals I meet,” He thought for a moment before looking back to you, “Uh— allegedly.”

Your hands found his hips, and you pulled him in by the belt loops, “She has a point. So, how bout a quickie?”

He practically gulped when you said it, so you hastily added, “If you want to, of course.”

He blushed, “I do— It’s just… well, I reckon it’s a little bit scandalous.” 

You smiled at that, “Just follow my lead.”

Pulling the zipper of his jeans down, you lean into his neck and place a kiss, before working up his chin and onto his lips. All the while, you pulled his boxers down, and pulled out his dick. 

He lets a small whimper loose. You muttered something along the lines of “cute” before you began to stroke. 

He was doing good at first, only letting out shaky breaths and small moans, but the faster you got, the quicker he unraveled. 

You ended up putting your other hand over him mouth, “Quiet sweetheart, we don’t wanna get caught, do we?” He shook his head no and whined under his breath. 

“Good,” you say as you turn your attention back to him. You kept your hand over your mouth for good measure, and it was the right choice.

The faster you got, the whinier he was. His eyes shut tightly and you knew he was close.

Pulling your hand away, he breathed, “Please,” and you nodded.

“You’ve been doing so good, baby. Whenever you want.”

This time, he put his own hand of his mouth, and leaned back, a small whine slipping out from his lips.

After he finishes, you take a cleanex off the top of the shelf next to you, and clean up the mess. 

“I don’t think i’m cut out of all this sneaking around,” Fiddleford breathes shakily.

You smile and press a kiss to his lips, “I think you did perfectly.”

FIDDLEFIRD PROMPT FIDDLEFORD PROMPT

Mister country boy meeting a goth/rebel kind of reader and he is just putty but very embarrassed about it

Golden reviver boy and black cat gn

My P.U.N.K. Girl

warnings — SFW, just fluff, young!fiddleford, college fiddleford implied, gn reader

summary —Fiddleford x Alternative!reader headcanons

<𝟑 Imagine a small town country bumpkin who barely left the farm seeing a goth or punk person for the first time.

<𝟑 Your first meeting wasn’t even a meeting, because he was looking at you from a distance and ran into a pole.

<𝟑 Maybe you finally call him out on his staring, by marching at him very confused, and almost angrily. Presumably in the 70s, most states you got were with fowl intent.

“Why are you always doing that?” You ask, “Staring at me like I have a third head.”

His eyes widened. “Why I— I reckon your most striking person i’ve ever seen,” then he blushed and shrank back into himself, “If I may say so myself, [ma’am/sir].”

Your tone softened, “oh.”

<𝟑 He’d be so smitten with his alternative partner, thinking you’re breathtaking in every way.

<𝟑 The way you decorate yourself is just as fascinating to him as the politics of it all which, being as sheltered as him, he knew little about before you.

<𝟑 He doesn’t understand a lot of it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think you’re beautiful.

<𝟑 Imagine getting him all dolled up like you one time, after hours of persistence.

“I don’t know ‘bout this, darling, I think i’m better off—“ He’d try to say before you turn his chair around to face the mirror.

You shush him. “What about now?” He looked at himself and studied his face and clothes.

“Imagine me in this old getup— I look ridiculous!” He’d almost laugh.

You release a giddy giggle, “You look amazing!”

<𝟑 These movements are very rooted in politics, so imagine dragging him to a protest. He would probably feel incredibly out of place, poor thing.

<𝟑 He’d be so blushy around you, he just thinks your so breathtaking and bold, it’s hard not to get weak in the knees when your here.

<𝟑 If you have a punk or goth band that goes with your subculture, he’d be at every show! Despite how loud it is, and even if he’s swamped in work.

<𝟑 Picture him in the back, stopping his twiddling with his mechanics to look up at you, being utterly yourself. Perfect.